“No.” He put both hands flat on Angel’s chest and shoved, pushing Angel to the hard wood floor beneath him with a fleshy smack. Angels eyes were on him, large and wounded, and cow black in the lighting. Spike could smell fear. He grinned.
He knelt down between the outstretched legs and softly played his fingers down Angel’s thighs, rubbing the now tense muscles, as he smelt the fear melting away. He played with the waist of the slacks, pulling, rubbing the newly exposed skin on Angels hips as he lent down to lay light kisses on the exhibited torso. He slipped his hands inside the sweats, carefully avoiding the erect flesh and moved his long elegant fingers back to cup the prostrate vampires buttocks. His kisses moved down around Angel’s belly, watching as the older vampires eyelashes fluttered closed with the sensations.
Abruptly, he pulled his hands away and grabbed the ends of the sweats, standing as he pulled them off, the momentum lifting Angels legs and butt off the ground before slamming down again as he legs came free.
He pulled off his T-shirt, and bent down, pausing a moment to take in the new but familiar sight of angular hip bones, dark curls and prominent erection that had not, Spike noted, abandoned his Puppy not matter what his master did. He slapped at his thighs, watching them turn red, and then moved his hands to harshly flick at Angels nipples. He looked up to see the perfection of his dominated Angel.
His Pets eyes were clenched closed again, his arms tense by his side, hands in fists by his hips, as the large frame almost imperceptibly shook. Spike knew this, the shaking, it wasn’t new. His Pet was undoubtedly reliving his past in the “Leather Dimension” he had come from, the faded white scars, and small patches of marred skin were testimony to the fact it was not a happy past.
It took a lot to scar a vampire.
Spike sighed and bent down to study the strained face of his beloved. His white hands splayed on the floor near Angel’s shoulders as he whispered into the perfect shell of Angel’s ear.
“Pet? Its just me.” He licked along the lobe of Angel’s ear. “You know me.” He started a low purr. Angel’ eyes unclenched slightly. He felt large hands ghost against his wrists.
“That’s right.” He rubbed one hand across his Pets chest. “I’d never hurt you…like this” he stated, running his finger down a light scar traversing Angel’s ribs.
“Who did this? Who did this to my Puppy?” The grip was tighter around his wrists now, the frown less. Spike could feel the sorrow that clung so tenaciously to Angel, like everything clings to Angel, unfurling its claws.
“Who did this one? Tell me.” he asked again, laying a soft lick across the whitish line, drawing Angel out of himself, bringing his light out of the dark surrounding him.
“Xander…” whispered Angel, arching his body up into Spikes.
“I promise you sweets, he’ll never do it again. I won’t let him.” Spike twisted his hands so they were now around his Pets wrist, tight.
“Pet? Whose are you?”
Angel opened his eyes at the question, deep mahogany gazing up at Spike, lust, love, and hope glazing them slightly.
“Yours Master, only yours.”
Spike captured the sweet mouth in a kiss, his tongue sweeping in the duel lightly with Angels compliant one. He broke the kiss, looking down the pliant magnificence prone beneath him.
“Say it Pet, my Puppy. Tell me, I love to hear you say it.”
Angel blinked a few times before captivating Spikes attention with a sweep of his pink tongue around his lips.
“I belong to you Master, always.”
Spike sighed in a satisfaction verging on bliss as he stood and pulled a cushion off the long sofa in the room. He tossed it on the ground next to his Angel.
“Roll over.”
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