-Part Two-
AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Angelus (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Around the World
PAIRING : Angelus /Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
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Oh,
he's *good*. That condescending attitude that comes through his voice. 'making
a request' is Angelus speak for 'do it and you'll get the fuck of your lifetime
tonight, don't and *I'll* get the fuck of my lifetime while I fuck you'.
Complicated-ass
sire, he is. But he's mine.
The tub looks perfect and I turn to him and drop my towel.
"You planning on getting undressed, or have you finally achieved success
in inventing a way to fuck through clothes?" I ask him with a raised
eyebrow before hopping into my shower.
"Aaaahhhh. So warm." I groan. I *love* hot showers. Running water is the best bloody things humans ever came up with.
Spike
could definitely use some reminding about who's the sire in this relationship.
I suppose I could let it pass but I'm suddenly not in the mood to. I reach in
and grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him back out of the shower. He
lets out a yell of protest and then turns to frown at me.
"I wasn't planning on undressing myself," I say pointedly.
Okay.
I
know, in my little black, dead, cold heart...
that
I'm gonna *pay* for this.
A lot.
For a
long time.
But I
can't resist.
Like I
said, I'm a mischievous bastard.
I
smile and reach out and run my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and he
seems to relax.
Wanker!
My hands
slide down and I unbutton two of the buttons. Then, I grab his shirt and before
he knows it, I've thrown him into the shower, clothes and all and I'm laughing
my ass off!
Although I don't really like that look in his eyes.
Son of a
bitch! I've been traveling for seven fucking days and I just wanted a shower ,
some fucking, feeding and sleep. Not necessarily in that order.
But no.
Spike
had to be difficult (and a little voice in my head gets all sarcastic:
"Spike? Difficult. Never!").
And this
a new, very expensive SILK shirt! Damn it!
I've pulled myself out of the shower and am standing here, glaring at him. And I think he's a little afraid of me now. Well it's about damn time! I growl, "Give me a reason, Spike. *One* good reason why I shouldn't beat you senseless for that."
I just
barely contain the 'cause it was fun' response that comes to me first.
Somehow,
I don't think he'd appreciate that.
I smile sweetly and run my finger up his wet fly before slipping my hand inside quickly. I stroke him and start purring. "'Cause that's what the *Master* would do." I whisper. Let's see what he does with that.
I grab
his hand and reply, "Don't compare me to the Master, Spike. He doesn't
have childer, he has slaves. Whores. He would've tortured you and then staked
you without thinking twice about it if you'd shown him so little respect.
"And quite honestly, speaking of the Master, he's always wanted you gone. I'm the only reason you're not. So tell me why, tonight, you can't show me the respect I deserve as your sire?"
"I
wasn't *comparing* ya to him. 'Cept to say yer better than him. *He* would beat
me. You wouldn't. That's why your childer and minions actually *stay* with you
is all." I figured he would get *that* comparison. I mean, if the Master
was all peaches, Darla wouldn'ta left, but she did 'cause he's a bastard.
Angelus is not. (For the most part.)
But
he's clearly pissed about something. Probably me. I always manage to piss him off
somehow, though I don't know what I did tonight. I was just playin'.
"I was just playin', Angelus."
"You
picked the wrong time, Will," I say with a sigh. "You have no idea
what I've been through since I left you and Dru a month ago. And then traveling
for a week to get here..."
I tip
his chin up to look into his eyes and I can see that he does regret making me
mad. And I can hear Darla now, 'You won't get his respect if you don't control
him better.' But she's wrong; she never understood Spike. He does respect me,
but only because I treat him decently and try to understand him.
So I guess I'll let it go. It's not worth the fight and there are other ways to get him to submit to me. More enjoyable ways. "Help me out of these wet clothes so we can take that shower before the hot water's gone," I say as I start to unbutton my shirt.
I take
his hands away and do what I *should* have done the first time he asked. But
really, annoyance is part of my charm and he loves it.
I push
his shirt off and run my hands down his chest to his fly and make quick work of
the button and zipper. I suppose I really *will* get punished. My sire has a
remarkable knack for keeping grudges and calculating revenge. He'll probably
end up chaining me up and fucking me in front of Darla. Not that I won't make a
big show of it for him or anything. 'Make it believable for her,' he once told
me.
"Whad
she do to you?" I ask as I slide his pants down his legs and he kicks his
boots off. God, I love my sire's body. He's like a god. My fucking Zeus. With a
raging hard-on to prove it.
I *am*
glad I was able the stop the 'bitch' from leaving my mouth. I don't think he
would have appreciated my asking, 'whad the evil bitch do' because he likes
her. Of course, *he* never had to put up with her petty jealousy and whippings
when he wasn't looking.
I step
into the shower after he does and find myself pinned against the wall. Yes,
please, officer, give me my punishment. For I have sinned.
Again. And again. And again.
I pin
him up against the wall, grabbing his hands and holding them above his head. He
struggles, but not as much as he could. He doesn't really want me to let go of
him. I nip at the back of his neck playfully. "I really don't wanna talk
about Darla right now," I purr in his ear. "In fact, I don't want to
talk at all, at the moment."
I press open-mouthed kisses to his back and shoulders as my hand travels further down to his ass. I seek out his hole and push one finger in, slowly.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit."
I moan as he starts playin' me. Fuck. The man is just sex. There's nothing else
that can be said about my sire. He's sex. The bloody definition of it. *And*
the sole practitioner.
I'm
pinned against the bleedin' wall and the hot water is scalding me but not as
much as his lips are.
"Fuck, Angelussssss..." I hiss as I press back against his fingers.
He
whimpers and moans as I insert another finger into his tight entrance. And I
know, I could've just fucked him without any preparation but I want to be able
to fuck him more than once tonight. And have him enjoy it, because a sullen
Spike tends to be more difficult than usual.
He gasps and that's my clue that I've found his prostate. I withdraw my fingers and add another. He whimpers and pushes back against me as I thrust my fingers inside, making sure to hit the same spot again.
"Fuck."
I growl. Shit. I thrust against the tiles, happy to have *some* friction on my
aching cock, because I damn well know I ain't comin' for at least an hour,
maybe more, for my little stunt earlier.
"Angelus,"
I moan and push back again. He's waitin' for me to beg but I'm just not there
yet.
But soon.
I add
another finger and scissor them inside him, stretching him further. He gasps
but I know he's enjoying himself because he's thrusting against the wall again.
"Will..." Just the warning tone of my voice makes him freeze. That's
better.
He whimpers as I thrust my fingers inside him, scratching a fingernail over his prostate. I lean close and trace the outline of his ear with my tongue. He shivers and I grin. "I want to fuck you, Will," I purr. "Is that what you want?"
It's
official. I'm Angelus-putty, not that I mind. Putty is really fucked up shit,
which I am.
"Yes," I whimper. "God, yes."
I suppose I could make him beg more but I'm thinking that's
good enough... for now anyway. I'm so fucking hard I don't want to wait any
longer. I withdraw my fingers and then grab his hips, as I push slowly inside
him. "Oh... fuck...." is about all I can say.
"Oh, fuck," I echo him as he sinks inside me. And *this* is why Dru and I will follow him to America. We'd follow him to fucking Siberia if it meant getting fucked like this... "Shit, Angelus," I growl.
I begin
to thrust into Spike hard and fast, making sure to hit his prostrate every
time. I move an arm around his waist to keep him from rubbing against the wall.
I haven't decided to let him come yet. Revenge is sweet... for me, anyway.
He whimpers and squeezes my cock each time I push inside. I groan and fight not to lose control. I trained him too well, though. I know he could make me come if he tried hard enough.
"Oh
shit," I growl. Fucker has a knack for this, really he does.
Man or woman, it don't matter. The man can make anyone come. Or not, as happens to be the case at this particular moment. I push back against him before thrusting against the wall. I don't care what he does to me. I need contact.
I pull
him back against me again, and stroke him firmly. I'm sure that wasn't what he
expected but he's sure as hell not going to complain. No, he just moans and
whimpers, pushing back against me each time I thrust inside him.
I'm so
close I can feel it. I slam into him harder than before and he moans, clamping
his muscles down around my cock. "FUCKSPIKE!" I yell as I climax,
shooting my seed inside him.... Like I said, my boy knows how to make me come.
I keep
my arm around his waist as I come down from my orgasm. He whimpers and I look
over his shoulder to discover that like a good childe, he's held off his own
orgasm. He may push the limits at times but he knows when not to do that.
Now the question remains: has he improved my mood
sufficiently to make me want to let him come?
"Please," I ask as I lean back against him and rub my ass against his cock, which starts to harden again. "Please, Angelus. Let me come," I ask pleadingly.
I'm just
glad I'm not looking at him, because I bet he's pouting, too. Damn. Now I've
got the mental image and that's just as bad.
I've
been told I'm a pushover, where William's concerned. And maybe I am but the
fact remains that he responds *much* better to positive reinforcement than
punishment. And since I want him to come live with myself and Darla, I won't
get that by tormenting him ... too much.
No, this
is definitely a case where positive reinforcement and persuasion will do the
trick. And this is a time where I absolutely *have* to get my way. I can't have
Will and Dru here in Prague, halfway around the world, susceptible to an attack
by the Master with me unable to do anything about it.
So I
can't be a total bastard tonight. Considering how Will and Darla *don't* get
along, I imagine his living with us will be enough of a sacrifice for him.
Okay, so I need to make him want to agree to my request. I love a challenge.
He whimpers and grinds his ass against me, reminding me of his problem. I turn him around to face me and then do something I rarely do. I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth.
"OH
HOLY FUCK!" I scream as I feel his mouth close around my cock.
"ANGELUSSSS!"
If
this is my punishment, I'll have to piss him off more often. But I really don't
think, "SHIT!" I yell as I try *not* to thrust into his mouth. God, I
wanna shove myself down so far, we'll need a vice to get me out.
"FUCK!"
This isn't my sire. This is a demon wearing his face. I'm sure of this. He was taken, "SHIT," over by a demon of some kind. "Uh. Oh god," I grunt. I'm grunting. Like a caveman. "Ug, ug." Oh fuck. Spike like fuck. Fuck Spike.
I chuckle as he makes a lot of very interesting noises. That
only makes him squeak, though, since his cock is still in my mouth. I pull away
and he gives me a 'You can *not* be that mean!' look before I say, "I
forgot to mention, you can come now, Will." And then I deep-throat him,
purring around his cock.
"OHFUCKINGHELLFUCKANGELUSFUCKME!"
I wail as I slam into his mouth and shoot into his mouth, down his throat.
"Shitshitshitshit," I growl and perhaps squeak. I'm not quite sure.
Fuck, all I know is I feel his throat milking me and "FuckAngelus." I
thrust into his mouth a few more times before I think I have control of my
body.
One
question remains in my mind. What the fuck was *that*?
TBC
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