Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (Or Unlife) Goes On
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Disclaimer: See Above
Pairing: Spike/Angel eventually Spike/Angel/Xander
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Spoilers: Set after Angel Season 5 so the whole Buffy and Angel's series are fair game
Warning: M/M If you don't like go somewhere else
Rating: This Chapter NC17
A/N: Thankyou everybody who reads this fic, hope your enjoying and a speacil thanks to anyone who has ever reveiwed this fic, its appreciated. Also last time I ended up posting two chapters on the one day because of time differences so some of you might have missed the last chap. Does anyone know of a Spike/Xander/Angel site cos I can't find any
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Alianna: Thanks for the conformation that my writing doesn't suck. Its my first fic so I'm still not sure whether my story works half the time. So Thanks

Chapter Fourteen

Angel’s POV

‘What?’ I ask looking at him, he wants more? He grabs my wrists and puts them in the handcuffs.

‘Stop playing coy, we’re vampires who haven’t had a good long tumble in the sack for forever and I am not letting you go when you’ve only had three orgasms tonight.’ Shit. He moves closer and more kissing ensues. They are hungry, hard needing kisses. His hands run over my torso grabbing and caressing. He straddles me but his mouth doesn’t leave mine. Our legs entwine and our dicks rub together while his hands never stop and his lips and tongue don’t relent their assault on mine. I want to pull him closer if that’s possible so every inch of my skin is touching him. I want him, all of him, I want to stroke him caress him, possess him and own him. The handcuffs are preventing me. Desire overtakes all other thoughts and I roar turning into vampire face. Spike sits back and looks at me.

‘Ahh looks like someone wants me bad.’ Spike smirks and leans down to whisper in my ear. ‘I know what you want and if you’re a good little Angel you might actually get it.’ He leans back and grabs for something.

‘Spike,’ I pant. ‘please stop your making me lose control.’ He smiles and I see what he picked up the blood.

‘I know and maybe you need to.’ He starts to dribble the blood onto my chest, it feels so good. I can feel his bum on my thighs and I badly want it under me but I don’t want to hurt Spike. ‘Anyway,’ he runs a finger through the blood on my chest and my body tingles. ‘I want you to.’ He offers me the bloody finger and I eagerly lap it up still in vamp face. He seems to be more horny by seeing me like this. I try to protest through the fog of desire but he stops me. ‘What do you think I never enjoyed Angelus fucking me?’ He pours the last dregs of blood into my mouth. I drink it eagerly but some falls on my chin. ‘I’m a vampire too.’ He leans down and licks the blood off. ‘It is all part of the one thing.’ He kisses me deeply but he pulls away to quickly. ‘The blood,’ he changes his face to his real one, ‘the sex,’ he wriggles moving his bum on my thighs his cock on mine, I groan, ‘the pain.’ He is suddenly biting my nipple drawing blood which mixes with the pigs. ‘Its what we are soul or not so embrace it.’ He leans down and starts to lick, nibble, suck and kiss wherever there is a sceric of blood on me.

‘Spike,” I groan. As he moves he keeps puncturing the skin making me bleed even more. His hands rub and grab my thighs and I start to lose myself in the feelings but underlying it all I still want more. I try to ignore it and just enjoy what he is doing to me. His mouth on my flesh feels amazing. For a while I just lay there in ecstasy but the desire to fuck him does not leave instead it just gets stronger. Spike has moved further down and is kissing every part of my stomach. It feels incredible. My cock wants to be touched by his mouth though. I’m so hard he must be getting me back for earlier. Spike moves even further down. ‘Yes’ I hiss but he just smiles and starts to kiss my thigh. Fuck. He licks and kisses my thighs for an age while I’m so keyed up and ready that my body’s shaking with the tension. ‘Spike please,’ I roar. He smiles at me and then makes a show of slowly crawling up my body until he is right there in front of me. I can’t stand it any longer. I roar and flex my arms until I break the handcuffs. I grab him and pull him in as close as I can. He nibbles my nose and says

‘I was starting to wonder if you had gone totally soft.” In reply I pull his butt in closer and then quickly shove three fingers into him, no warning. He gasps as his eyes open impossibly wide and he arches back.

“Sire”. The word is spoken so softly and I realise what I’m doing, what I was about to do.

“ No, Shit sorry Spike, I don’t want to do this to you.” His reaction is totally unexpected.

“Raaaaggggghhhhhh! Bloody hell you are a ponce! You are so thick. You want to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, so what’s the bleedin’ problem? I am not going to beg. I am not going to say please Angel fuck me, fuck me as hard and as fast as the first time. Pummel into me, make me bleed for you, fuck me to an inch of my unlife. I am not going to do that mate, you need to decide for yourself and give yourself a break from all that guilt for once.” No of course he won’t beg, the only time he ever did was when I forced him and usually it wasn’t without a fight. He wriggles on my lap, making my fingers move deeper into him. He arches in front of me and I’m greeted with an expanse of neck. That beautiful, luminous, tasty neck, oh screw everything, right now we need each other. Tomorrow can look after itself.

“Spike.” A word spoken that displays all my desire, my needing and most importantly, right now, the lust. His Adams apple bobs up and down. I lick it and keep going up his neck and over his chin. His lips touch mine and a spark runs through my body like a switch flicking. My kisses are earnest wanting him and I try to pull him closer, I can’t be too close to him. My mouth moves fast with his probing and licking, wanting and needing. My fingers pump within him as he wriggles and his hands move through my hair and over my back. Fuck, I need to be in him now, I can’t wait. He must of decided at the same time. We manoeuvre without words so that my fingers are still inside him. Its truly a magnificent sight, him laying their on his stomach with my fingers firmly embedded within his ass. I can’t help but eagerly nibble and suck his neck.

“Yes, please” he moans. I remove my hand and hear the handcuff that is still round my wrist. Shit. Unless handcuffed I won’t be able to stop him from trying to get me off him when things start to get rough. It is an impulse that will come into play even when he is a willing participant, unfortunately he has been unwilling so many times, it’s a wonder he wants sex at all. He seems to read my mind cos one hand goes rummaging through the stuff on the bedside table and comes out with, more handcuffs.

“Spike, I love your mind,” I say as I grab them off him.

“Good, I’m glad your not just after my body,” he answers as he moves his arms above his head.

“Oh no, I’m definitely after that too, but maybe not the hair.” After clipping his hands in place, my own grab his butt and squeeze.

“Now are you…” Even if he said no now I don’t think I could stop.

“Get on with it,” he growls, fine, without warning I plunge into him, shit he feels so good. He strains and bucks,

“Angel!” Before he even finishes saying my name I’ve moved out and in again. I keep going, consumed, chasing my orgasm, not caring if I hurt him, not caring that the last time I was this brutal I was without a soul, right now I don’t care if the others here us, if the building falls down (that did happen once) or even about Buffy. He lays below me squirming and groaning. I grab his hand cock and fuck him harder. Shit it feels good to just let go. The whole bed is shaking and all I can hear is his moans and groans. The friction is unbelievable. I’m going at it hard, my hands and hips working in time. Tomorrow he will definitely feel it but right now he is enjoying this as much as I am. Our moans of pleasure mix in the air and then I feel his muscles tense ready to… Damm. I don’t want to stop.

“Angel,” he pants, “stop me.” If I wasn’t a vampire, I wouldn’t have heard it but he doesn’t need to tell me twice. One hand grasps the base of his cock putting pressure on it but the other hand keeps stripping him, this could hurt him but neither of us can stop now. As I keep fucking I lick his neck and start to whisper into his ear.

“See Childe, this is where you belong. Doesn’t it feel so good being under me with my cock in your arse, just feeling, where all control is taken away from you, given to you Sire.” He makes no acknowledgement that he heard me, I could walk out of the room and it would take him five minutes to realize I’d gone. Of course there is no way I’m doing that. His arms fight against the handcuffs, wanting to reach his cock, wanting release. Good he is almost at the place where his orgasm will be so profound it feels like flying because I cannot wait for much longer. I ride him harder than I have for over a century. Just when I can’t hold on anymore he snaps.

“ANGEL!” he roars changing faces. I snarl changing too as I bite down on his neck and let go of his cock so I can offer him a wrist. He clamps down and we both spill our seed together. After a long while I stop guzzling at his neck and my senses return. I lay there a while longer, relaxed and comfortable on his back.

“Spike?” I get off him and realise that he is asleep. Shit I must have done him harder than I thought for him to be so exhausted. It was just what I needed. We have been through so much together. He infuriates me something shocking sometimes but that’s better than him not being in my life. I know it shits him that I do everything first. I carefully undo the cuffs. Shit I did ride him hard. His wrists are red raw and even bleeding in places. I search through my draws til I can find what I need. I rub salve into them and then I clean him up. Anyone else would say I was brooding too much but I can’t help but feel responsible for him and for all the lives he has taken. I was the one who taught him how, who would beat him for not being vicious enough. We are two of the worst vampires ever, in a small exclusive club where apart from Darla and Drusilla our only real rival was Dracula, a name that every human knows which shows how evil we were to be considered rivals. I’m exhausted, I slide into bed next to Spike. A change comes over him, I can feel his fear he is probably dreaming about Angelus or hell or even that hell god torturing him in Sunnydale.

“Hush little one,” I whisper into his ear while snuggling into his back. I wrap my arms around him and feel him relax. I fall asleep, mostly content.

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A/N: Okay did you like it love it, had enough of smut (gasp, no). And Christine I hope the last 3 chapters have helped satisfy your demand for smut