Roomies

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~Part 11: The Rules of Our Encounter~


The laughter that escaped from Spike’s mouth did nothing to help Angel as the older of the two vampires continued to flush deeply. His head dropped and his hands clenched into fists as his shoulders shook. When his head rose again, his eyes were sparking with mirth. His lips twitched as he came in and sat on the edge of the bed and took the girl’s hand.

“Yes, Cordy, I guess that’s what I mean,” he said softly. He leaned in and softly kissed her before pulling back and cupping her cheek with his hand. “I don’t want to rush into anything with you yet. I want you to be completely comfortable with Spike and vise versa.”

Cordelia smiled and hugged him. “I love you Angel, I want you to know that.”

Spike made a choking sound and continued to grin even after Angel whacked him upside the head. “Well Peaches, looks like you got yer family that you’ve always wanted… what’re you gunna do with it?” the blonde asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Angel and Cordelia shared a look before the ex-cheerleader stood and moved toward the door. She stopped at the foot of the bed and turned back, her eyes on Spike. Without warning, she shot foreword and claimed Spike’s lips with her own.

After a second of shock, the blonde responded wholeheartedly. His arms caught around her waist and he pulled her back down on the bed so that she was flush up against him while his tongue begged entrance into her mouth. Once her lips parted, his hand went up to the back of her neck so that he had more control over the kiss. His legs parted and she rested between them with his rock hard cock poking insistently against her stomach – still half-hard from earlier and steadily growing harder.

Her hands were far from stationary as her right ran through his soft bleached locks and her left explored his chest. She could feel his hand move from the small of her back down to cup her ass. Finally she pulled back to suck in some much needed oxygen.

“Wow,” she muttered, still leaning against his chest. After a moment she pulled away and sat on her heels. She liked the dazed look on his face, the messy hair, and the way he lay sprawled out under the sheet, his erection obvious under the thin sheets.

She grinned and turned to face Angel. He also had a dazed look about him and her grin grew three sizes. “There you go, Angel. He’s ready for you.” And with that said, the brunet stood and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Just before the door clicked shut the men heard her say, “Have fun and try and keep it down, I plan on getting at least *some* sleep tonight.”

“Bloody effen ‘ell, Peaches! Where the hell did you find that girl?” Spike muttered as he continued to stare after the girl long after the door had closed. He turned back to face his Sire and found himself lost in the man’s gaze.

Angel didn’t say a word as he slowly stood; keeping his eyes locked with Spike’s, and drew off the now extremely tight slacks. As his hard cock sprang from its prison Spike’s eyes darted downwards then back up in a silent question. Angel grinned wolfishly but shook his head ‘no’ before yanking the sheet from Spike’s body. He took in the sight of his Childe’s gloriously hard, pale body and couldn’t think of anyone quite as beautiful as his boy.

The urge to rock his hips was so strong that Spike had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from moving. It didn’t hurt but the slight twinge it caused kept his mind clear enough to recognize that Angel was in control. He wouldn’t do a bloody thing until his Sire gave him permission to do so. He had learned long ago what would happen if he took things into his own hands.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to cum, m’boy,” Angel whispered as he crawled up his Childe’s body. He knew from the way that Spike’s jaw was locked and twitching that he was having a hard time staying in control. It had been too long since they had done this.

Spike nearly jumped out of his skin when Angel’s cock rubbed up against his own. Instead he hissed and clenched his fists so tight that his short nails dug into his skin and caused more blood to trail down and mix with now dry blood from earlier. “Bloody hell, Angelus!” he muttered. He clenched his eyes tight, concentrating on not giving in to the pleasure of his Sire’s touch.

‘Tsking’ Spike softly, Angel licked along the shell of his boy’s ear. “William, I don’t want to hear any other words then those three come of your mouth for the rest of the night,” he whispered between licks and nips.

Spike groaned at his words but didn’t say another word other then a tight-lipped “Bloody hell!” as Angel moved from his ear to his neck. His hands moved across Spike’s chest. First, Angel began rubbing, twisting, pinching his nipples then clawing hard, drawing four long trails of blood down his washboard stomach. A finger dipped into his navel and Spike cried out. There was no coherency to the sound but Angel immediately stopped his ministrations.

“Don’t let that happen again, Boy. I’ve already explained tonight’s rules.” Angel’s voice was hoarse and deep. He was slowly starting to let his accent slip into voice and it scared the hell out of Spike.

Nodding his head, keeping his eyes shut and biting his bottom lip until it bled, Spike completely submitted to his Sire. He tilted his head to the side and willingly bore his neck to him. He was surprised when all Angel did was lick the length of his neck before turning back to explore his chest.

Angel nibbled across Spike’s collarbone and moved lower until he found a nipple. It was hard already and he couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face. He remembered just how responsive those nipples were. With a growl, he leaned in a bit down. Not too hard but hard enough for Spike to shout out a *very* loud “*ANGELUS*!” and then turn into a quivering wreck as he did his best to stop from cumming. Angel chuckled as he ran his tongue over the assaulted nipple then repeated the process on the opposite nipple.

Finally, Angel reached for Spike’s straining cock and – the door flew open and Cordelia raced in. She stopped dead at the foot of the bed – not looking at them or making a sound. Angel groaned and pressed his forehead against Spike’s abdomen. He was silent for a moment before he turned to the girl that he loved and hated – if for only that moment – and asked, “Cordy?”

Cordelia had been standing there picking at a chipped nail and staring at the floor. Her head shot up at the sound of her name. She blushed and immediately looked down again. “Umm… Doyle’s upstairs. He had a vision on his way to the ‘pub.’ It’s about Sunnydale. He saw a bunch of guys dressed up as soldiers and someone else,” she explained in a soft voice.

Angel couldn’t stop the growl that grew from the middle of his chest. Angel’s eyes darted to his Childe but Spike hadn’t heard a word. His eyes were glazed over; his hips were rocking only the slightest bit in an age-old rhythm while he whimpered the words ‘bloody hell’ and ‘Angelus’ over and over almost silently. “Cordy, give us a minute.”

She nodded and quickly fled.

“William, m’boy,” Angel whispered into his ear as he took a firm hold of his cock, “cum for me, Boy. I wanna see yah as yah lose yerself ta m’touch. C’mon, Boy, do it fer yer Sire.” He tightened his hold and fondled the sack below his boy’s cock. The wolfish grin returned to his features as a finger touched the edge Spike’s puckered hole before plunging in.

Spike came with a roar. He screamed himself hoarse as his hips bucked and gyrated into Angel’s grasp. Stars exploded behind tightly closed eyelids and he pried them open so that he could look into his Sire’s fathomless eyes. The last thing he saw before darkness took a hold of him was a raw emotion that churned beneath the surface of those mud brown orbs.