Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (Or Unlife) Goes On
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Pairing: Angel/Spike eventually A/S/X
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy et al. I do not make money from this story and I do not mean any offense to the actors who have portrayed these characters. I have the utmost respect for them
Rating: NC17
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warning: Explicit M/M if you don't like go somewhere else
A/N: Thankyou for those who continue to read. For those who are wondering where Xander is he will appear. Once the boys have had there fun and gone to sleep and then wake up the next night, sometime before they go to sleep again Xander will appear I promise
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Chapter Thirteen

Angel’s POV

We both lay still lost in the moment. Then I realise that he is still in me and still hard and so am I. He starts to move again but we don’t last nearly as long. Once we are finished he rolls off me and we kiss for a long time. Nice, long kisses that leave you weak kneed and unable to remember your name, there are definite advantages of not needing to breath. The handcuffs frustrate me because I can’t hold him. We break apart and I look into his eyes.

‘Fuck Spike, I love you but will you take these things of me.’

‘Oarh, Don’t you like your present?’ he teases. Fuck we are both still as horny as hell, this night isn’t half over. I bite his lip before replying.

‘Yes I love it but now I need to touch you, I need to feel your flesh under my fingers and hear you groan’.

‘Ah, that sounds promising,’ He smiles cheekingly at me and releases me. I rub my wrists and roll onto my side. Without warning, I attack his mouth with mine and force him onto his back. Our lips are hungry and our tongues are desperate to entwine. Before Spike knows what’s happening I have him chained to the bed. Oh how the tables have turned. He looks at me, his eyes wide

‘Bollocks!’ His body tells a different story to his words. I just smile and straddle him so our cocks are touching spreading tingles through the both of us. I lean down to kiss him while my hands move up to his wrists. I rub against him and we both groan. I break apart and whisper

‘Dear sweet William back where you belong and this time my boy I’m never letting go.’ Those words have the same effect on him as his words had on me. His arms strain and I know he wants to pull me in closer. I rub against him again as I move down to kiss his neck and shoulder.

‘Angel please.’

‘You want something boy?’ I ask with a loving smile on my lips. There is a fine line between fun and Angelus teasing and taking.

‘Angel, love please.’ I place my mouth on his nipple and twist it cruelly with my teeth. ‘Shit more.’ He wants more I’ll give him more. I keep my mouth on his nipple while one hand finds the other nipple and the other hand finds his cock. I bite him with my mouth while one hand twists and the other squeezes. ‘Oh fucking hell.’ He bucks against me. I slide down until I’m level with his stomach, I nip him there then on his hip and then in his wiry pubic hair. He squirms wanting his cock touched. ‘Aghhh,’ I know that if his hands were free he’d be guiding my mouth to him. Instead I decide to tease him a bit more by moving to his thigh and licking and biting it, he bucks and groans. ‘Sire please.’ I can’t ignore him anymore but I will still tease him. I use just my tongue on his tip. ‘Fuck please.’ He bucks against me wanting me to take him fully. Instead I gently nick him with my teeth. ‘Oh fucking shit Angel!’ Oh how I love to do this to him. My tongue plays with his foreskin again and he bucks and strains against the handcuffs. He is so horny, leaking pre-come all over the place, he is almost in tears. ‘Shit mouth fully please Annngel.’ I look up at him panting so hard staring at the ceiling every muscle strained. I grasp him fully and suck hard. ‘Holy fucking crap Aaaaannnnnggggeeeeelllll!!!!!’ He comes into my mouth. Poor Spike, he really hasn’t gotten any regularly for a couple of years. I don’t mind I love his taste. I’m not ready to take my mouth away from him though, I’m only just getting warmed up. Wow that was another huge orgasm for the one with radioactive hair. It was a shame when he got rid of his brown curls but it was all part of him trying to get rid of the soft, poetry writing mummy’s boy and replace it with a bad-mouth, attitude, afraid of nothing bad boy. I keep moving and he hardens in my mouth. ‘Shit Angel you ever going to stop?’ He manages to say when he’s aware of me again. In answer I raise a hand to his face and he obediently takes my fingers into his mouth. I’m not going to do all the work. We start to move in time. Shit he can do amazing things with that mouth. I quickly rake my fangs over him and in response he sinks his teeth into my fingers drawing blood. I pull my fingers out of his mouth but he lifts his head as far as he can trying to keep them. ‘No back!’ he murmurs but I ignore him the blood mixed with saliva will be a good enough lube. I continue on his cock while the hand finds his hole and dances on the edge. ‘Shit! Oh yes!’ I push two fingers in together. Tonight is not about being gentle.

‘Ahh Angel!’ They immediately get to work scissoring and scraping his prostate. He can’t even speak now but just moans. He is only aware of my fingers and mouth as I work both sides of him but he’s not going to have all the fun. After one last long suck I tear my mouth away from him. ‘Nooo!’ I shift positions so it will be easier to enter him.

‘Sorry Spike but come on legs up!’

‘Ah so is that your game is it?’ He asks making a show of moving his legs to rest on my shoulders. He mustn't be as gone as I thought he was, well I’ll have to change that. I oh so slowly bring out my fingers and make a show of licking them. He lays there watching every second of it with his mouth half open. I can’t stand it I need to kiss him. I lean down so his legs are near his ears, when did he become so flexible? I hungrily kiss him and he responds eagerly. I soon rip away and move back down him. I then thrust into him, but not quite as hard as he did earlier.

‘Fuck Angel.’ He is ever so tight around me, how I love it.

‘Darling William!’ I then get to work. How I’d love to turn him around so that he is under me and fuck him like theirs no tomorrow but no I can’t do that to him yet so I just have to make this good enough. His eyes lock on mine and they are full of emotion. I keep thrusting hard and he bites his own lip until a trickle of blood is running down his chin. I lean down and lick it while still moving within him. His mouth bites my check and he licks the blood off.

‘Angel, love.’ Our mouths entwine and I thrust into him so hard that I leave his mouth to groan. ‘Fuck more Angel.’ My hand moves in between us to grasp his cock. ‘Angel,’ he moans and all his muscles tense up. I continue to kiss him as I thrust and rub. My tongue, cock and fingers all work him. His arms strain wanting to join in so he puts all his energy and frustration into his mouth and tongue by biting my lip, sucking my tongue and kissing me deeply. I can’t get enough of him, I ravage his mouth as my hips and hands move in time. He slices his tongue on my teeth which makes me climax which makes him climax. I drink eagerly as I ride the high. After I’m fully satisfied I undo the handcuffs and roll off him. I stare at the ceiling with my hands behind my head, content but not one hundred percent happy content.

Spike after a while rolls out of bed and pads over to the minibar. The way he moves that lean muscular body screams attitude and bad boy that overrules his nudity and the fact that he has just been fucked by another man which for anyone else would destroy the image. The boy is full of contradictions. When I gave them all the day off to spend it like there last I know he recited William the Bloody’s poetry at an open mic poetry club for over the hill bikies. This is the same guy who’s killed two slayers, countless orphans and has a bloody reputation topped only by my own. Between us we have killed more people than anybody or anything else. Shit our combined death count would rival that of the Germans genocide of the Jews in the second world war. He saunters back over to the bed with smokes, blood and beer. He passes the blood to me as he lights a cigarette with a match on the bed post. One of the countless things I taught him how to do. ‘Want a drag?’

‘No thanks,’ I reply sipping the blood.

‘What’s with only smoking when your soulless anyway?’

‘Well when I got my soul I wasn’t scabbing money of the Scoobies like a certain vampire,’ I know cheap shot, ‘and I wasn’t going to steal em like before so I had to quit.’ He just nods and opens the beer can. ‘Anyway why are you drinking, don’t you only do that when you need some courage or when your not getting any?’ Oh I am being harsh tonight, today must have got to me more than I thought.

‘Hey that’s bollocks,’ I give him a look, ‘Okay so yeah but that’s not the only time I drink or have you forgotten?’ Stupidly I had, he also drinks when he can’t face the truth, like when Buffy died and how can we forget the havoc he caused when he swept into Sunnydale drunk after Dru left him. He was also permanently drunk for the first year after being turned but I’ve got a feeling that it had more to do with his mum than with him being a vampire.

‘Drusilla?’ I ask already knowing the answer.

‘Yeah. Angel shit she’s my sire, you and her were the most important people in my life and even after you left we stuck together and offered death and destruction everywhere we went but she was my world. She was everything to me and I looked after her I kept her safe even though that angry mob in Prague was a close thing. Shit I know she’s evil and she needs to be dusted I should have dusted her the last time I saw her but how can I kill my sire, it goes against the basic rules of a vampire.’ I can see the pain in his eyes, I know what she meant to him, what she still means to him because its close to what I felt for Darla.

‘I killed Darla the first time round,’ I remind me. ‘And feelings can change, you said that Dru and I were those you cared about most a one point but you managed to betray me to Buffy.’

‘That was different, we both know that I didn’t betray you because you was evil and were going to end the world. It was much more personal than some high and mighty morals.’ We both know why he betrayed me, because I pushed way to far and he’d grown in the hundred years I’d been absent. Some day we will need to talk about those few months but not now.

‘Anyway the last time you saw Dru you were still mostly evil, you’d only had the chip in for about a year. I was the one with a soul I should of killed her instead of just lighting them on fire.’ If I had the confused, broken creature chained in the basement would not exist. Spike has finished his smoke and places his beer on the bedside table, he then rolls over and kisses me tenderly on the lips.

‘Don’t blame yourself Angel you had enough to deal with having Darla around again.’

‘The whole Thyme thing is aimed at me.’ He looks at me quizzingly.

‘How’s that then?’

‘She gave Thyme a soul, she turned a slayer and then tortured her til she was crazy and gave her the soul in LA. Odds are she doesn’t know what’s happened to you the last couple of years. So who do you know in LA whose a vampire with a soul who loved a slayer and made Dru into a vampire and crazy.’ I lean over grab Spikes beer and skull it. Drusilla the worst of everything I’ve done has learned from me and done something equally bad, it’s the whole Penn thing all over again and I’m responsible for this. I throw the empty can at the opposite wall in disgust and realise I’m acting like Spike.

‘Do you always carry on like this? C’mon Angel you didn’t force Dru to do anything now will you stop brooding and just lay back and enjoy round three.’
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