Wolfram & Hart Boyz

Authors note:
*** I'm reposting this under my new pen name and also because I didn't get much feedback the first time around. Hope you read and more importantly REVIEW because I near gave up last time b/c of lack of response. It's a waste of fuckin time publishing stuff if people don't review it. **

Title: Wolfram & Hart Boyz

Rating: Hard NC-17 - includes bondage, submission, humiliation, rape, necrophilia, gay-relations, bisexual relations, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, watersports ... to name a few. Don't read if you can't handle.

Disclaimer: I don't own jack.

Pairings: eventually? more or less everyone. Mostly Angel(us) & Spike.

Summary: Season 5 retake. Angel investigations has become in charge of Wolfram & Hart with Angel promising the gang that he is to use its powers for good. The gang, however, are unaware that Angel's not the one steering the ship. When Spike returns from his amulet prison, he is more than happy to keep his sire's secret. Hard NC-17 featuring quite a lot of kinks. Lots of guest appearances to come including one from a very pissed off Buffy down the line!

A/N: WIP written very tongue in cheek - This is my first fanfic so I'd really like to know what people think of it. Feedback on here and honest reviews please.

- Part 1/32 -

Staring at the vampire that had appeared from the amulet he'd been holding, Angel uttered,

"Spike."

To which Wesley echoed, "Spike?"

And Harmony added, "Blondy Bear?"

Spike looked at his surroundings. The last thing he'd remembered was watching the building around him topple to the ground in a firey blaze during the fall of Sunnydale and the next thing he knew, he was standing in what looked like an office surrounded by unfamiliar faces bar Angel and Harmony.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" he asked the nearest person to him. He turned to Harmony, "Who the bloody hell are these people and what the bloody hell am I doing here?"

"You don't remember?" came a Texan voice from behind him.

Turning to face a small brunette, Spike answered, "No, I don't bloody remember. And who the hell are you?"

"My name's Fred." the brunette sheepishly replied.

"Right." Whipping around and pointing to the man behind him, he asked, "And you?"

"Gunn," the lawyer answered. "I hear that you're the badass responsible for taking down The First."

"Yeah, with the help of the Slayer," Angel muttered, with a scoff. "Why d'you come back, Spike?"

"Thought you'd have at least missed me, forehead."

"I missed you," Harmony interrupted from behind the bantering vampires, diffusing the tension.

"Thanks, love-" Spike started, before he felt himself shoved from behind.

Grabbing the bleached blond by his collar, Angel dragged Spike past the others and into his spacious office. Closing the door behind it and locking it, he turned to the younger vamp, his angry expression melting into a softer one.

"That was priceless," Angel told his childe, laughing. "Their faces." He mimicked the gang's expressions. "William the Bloody's back!"

Spike laughed, as Angel patted his back.
"So how are you, Will?" the brunette asked. "Heard you went and got yourself a soul."

"Nah. Just some spiel I made up to try and get into Buffy's pants."

"Did it work?"

"Did it bollocks. All I got was a sodding 'I love you' as the bloody necklace she tricked me into wearing bloody blew up around my neck."

Unable to contain his laughter, Angel revealed, "I gave that to her for you. Fit alright, Miss Taylor?" he asked, chuckling before cleared his throat after his outburst.

"Speaking of souls," Spike interrupted. "What the hell happened to yours? You're a right prick without it."

"Came with the Wolfram and Hart gig. Deal was their LA office, all the cars, bikes and money I could ever want and a guest star from hell in exchange for the soul. I asked where I should sign and hello to the good life and you."

"Oh yeah? If life's so good, where are the nummy treats?"

"Hungry?"

"Bloody starved, mate."

Walking to his desk and taking a seat, Angel pressed the line to his assistant on his desk phone.

"Yes, boss." Harmony answered.

"Can you send in any female employee that's blond about five foot six. Late twenties. Measurements: thirty six, twenty six, thirty four."

Pausing, Harmony wondered aloud, "That's pretty specific, boss.. Why the sudden interest in personnel?"

"You're not paid to ask questions, Harmony." Angel reminded the vampire. "You're paid to assist. So assist."

"Yes, boss." came the reply, which caused Angel to release the button on his phone. "You actually dated that airhead?"

"What can I say, mate she's a pretty good shag. A fella has to make do, you know?"

"Yeah, what with the Slayer out of your league and all." Angel quipped.

"Outta my league eh? I nailed her even when she thought I was a soulless monster."

"You and Buffy?"

"Yep." Spike clarified, taking a seat on the chair in front of Angel's desk. "Banged her in ways you couldn't imagine, mate. On my crypt floor, behind a dumpster in an alley, in the graveyard, against a tree-"

"You're kidding." the older vampire interrupted, shaking his head. "Wish I'd known Buffy Summers was a slut when we'd been together. I could have shown her a thing or two." He reached for the phone on the desk, shouting into it "Harmony! Where's the employee I ordered?!"

"Coming in now, boss. Her name is Jenny Stevens."

Looking to the door of his office as it opened, both Spike and Angel felt their jaws drop as a stunning blond entered. Spike stood from his seat, circling the beauty and raking his eyes over her body. He salivated, fixating on her low cut blouse; its flimsy material barely covering her big, juicy jugs.

"You called for me, sir," the woman said, attempting to ignore the man leering at her.

"Jenny is it?" Angel asked from his position behind her desk.

The woman nodded.

"Nice to meet you," Spike said from behind her, causing her to turn towards him a little startled by his tone.

Angel stood from his position at his desk and walked toward the clearly worried woman. He licked his lips as he approached her, Spike's simultaneous advancement cornering Jenny between them.

"You always dress like this to work?" he asked her, staring directly at her heaving chest.

"Well... I... " Jenny stammered.

"Do us a favor, love." Spike interrupted from behind the woman. "Take off the top; set the twins free."

"What?" the blond asked, her offense apparent.

Chuckling, Angelus added, "That is, if you still want a job here at Wolfram and Hart."

"You can't do this," Jenny uttered. "That's harassment. I'll sue."

"How about we make this easier," Spike clarified, slipping into his Game face and baring his large fangs. "I'm feeling very randy which makes me very hungry. You can either be dinner or desert - your choice, love."

Looking to her boss for assistance and finding none in his cold brown eyes, Jenny slowly took hold of the hem of her flimsy rouge blouse. Lifting the top over her head, she exposed her large pert breasts to the room's stale air and the prowling eyes of the vampires in front of her.

"Wow," Angel uttered, watching the gravity defying globes wobble in the air.

"Think they're real?" Spike asked his sire.

Flicking the woman's tit, the new boss of Wolfram and Hart confirmed, "Oh definitely."

Spike could feel his cock bulging hard against his leather pants. "I think I need to sit down, mate."

"Me too," Angel agreed, cupping his own hardening shaft through his pants. Taking Jenny by her arm, he backstepped towards his rotating leather chair. Dropping his pants, he pat his knee indicating that Jenny take position on top of him.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Jenny sat on the vampire's thigh and allowed him to put her legs across his own in order that his head was within easy reach of her bosom and his hands within easy reach of her pussy.

Angel steadied the employee on his lap and enveloping his mouth around her tit, he began to suckle. Putting his thick middle finger into the woman's pussy, he caused a rush of arousal to stream from her vagina onto his leg. Hearing Jenny's incoherent moans, he wrapped his left arm around her, increasing the pressure he was applying to her waist.

Extremely turned on by the display, Spike dropped to his knees in front of the pair. Spreading apart Angel's thighs, he reached for the older vampire's hard prick and placed the majority of the eight inches of flesh into his mouth.

Releasing the nipple of his increasingly passive victim from his mouth, Angel looked down at the greedy bleached vamp sucking his penis. "Play with my balls," he instructed. "I used to love it when you did that." He resumed his earlier activities when he felt the blond vamp reach for his balls, twisting and pressing them together. Feeling extremely aroused Angel felt his fangs emerge from his mouth and pierce the soft flesh in it, drawing the blood from around his victim's teat. Feeling her life, slip away, he gripped tightly onto Jenny's torso, feeling a rib crack under his strong grip. Pulling away from the woman's breast, he let his head fall back and let out a roar as he came, spurting his cold jizz into his Childe's primed mouth.

Stroking his Sire's long thick cock, Spike eagerly sucked the head of Angel's penis, allowing the older vampire's cum to drizzle onto his tongue. Feeling his own cock pulse inside his leathers, he released his fly and wrapped his cold hand around it. He stroked his dick frantically and bit down on Angelus' now limp dick as his own orgasm coarsed through his body. Allowing Angel's spent flesh to fall out of his mouth, Spike rested his head on the brunette's thigh - lazily flicking his tongue on his sire's testicles.

"Mmmmm," Angel groaned.

"Too right," Spike replied, a cheeky grin on his face. From his position on the floor, he looked around the spacious office they were in. "A fella could get used to this," he decided, before standing up. Taking the lifeless body from Angel's arms, he placed her on the mahogany desk in front of him. Ridding the woman of her pants and panties, he took hold of his dripping cock, rubbing his cum from the tip to the base in attempt to stimulate it.

"Don't get too comfortable," Angel warned, watching Spike guide his hardening dick into the dead body. "I have my eye on a prize that's much bigger and better."

"Oh yeah?" Spike asked, thrusting his dick into the stiff body and baring down on the neck, tearing at the flesh with his fang.

"Yeah." Angel replied, mesmerized.

"But for right now, this place'll do," Spike responded, removing his mouth from the pool of tangy blood he'd been enjoying. He listed "fancy cars, great digs all the tasty nibblies we can eat. This is the life, mate. This is the life."

"Yeah," Angel repeated, a grin emerging on his face.

End of Part 1.