Figgy Pudding
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Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,757
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2
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Currently Reading:
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All In The Mind
All In The Mind
It was an unaccustomed luxury to slowly drift into wakefulness; even more so to find himself still wrapped in those powerful arms, to feel Angelus' erection digging into the small of his back.
"Wake up, little figgy." Angelus' whispered, lips brushing against William's ear.
Stirring sleepily, muscles sweetly aching from the delicious torments of the early morning hours, arse and cock still warm and tingling from his grandsire's creative use of ginger, William eased himself back against the other man's body and sighed contentedly.
"Hush now, the ladies are still sleeping" Angelus soothed, shifting his weight a little, sliding his leg between William's thighs, effortlessly gaining the dominant position as he manoeuvred. "But show me that you want me."
With Angelus' knee pressing up against his balls, his fingers stroking their way up his stiffening shaft, how could William pretend otherwise? Why would he even try? Of course he wanted him, always had. He craved his attention, yearned for his unique and intense pleasure-giving. No-one else could arouse him, challenge him, satisfy him so thoroughly. A low moan caught in his throat as Angelus' touch became more insistent.
"Sssh" Angelus warned. "You've been such a good boy, don't spoil it now."
No matter the comforting warmth of their shared bed and tangle of limbs, his words caused William to inwardly flinch. The image of himself, bound and naked, kneeling submissively at Angelus' feet as Darla looked on with withering contempt, struggled to the surface of his sleep-fogged brain. Dear god, how had he allowed that to happen? How would he ever be able to face the women now without seeing that utter disdain in their eyes, night after night? With an enormous effort of will, he clutched at Angelus' hand, trying to still its movements. "Stop…" His mouth was dry, tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, the word of protest barely audible as he tried to squirm out of his grasp.
"She knows" Angelus responded quietly, wrapping himself more tightly round William's slender body in an effort to subdue him. "She knows it was all for show." He nuzzled at William's neck, gently nipping at his carotid artery. He understood his boy better than the poor, confused little wretch understood himself. "If anyone's gonna pay for that, it'll be me" he laughed softly, as William tensed against him. Oh how William wanted to break free! But oh how he quivered in anticipation, eager for his bite! He could feel his ripples of indecision, of conflicted emotion, and knew with absolute certainty that he would succumb. With careful handling, well chosen words, William would do whatever he demanded of him and believe that he *wanted* it, too. "So don't you fret, little figgy. We'll keep our secrets and have the best of all worlds."
William had endured all the strange endearments, the humiliating little pet names Angelus had lavished upon him as dawn broke behind the safety of the heavily draped bedchamber, so caught up in their games had he been. But now? As Angelus' teeth grazed his flesh, William shivered. It should feel ridiculous, belittling, wrong! So why was his body betraying him in this way? Why was he allowing Angelus to break his skin, draw blood, resume his rhythmic manipulations of his cock? Could he really bring himself to accept his instruction, submit to him again?
Angelus retracted his fangs after the briefest and lightest of bites, slackened his hold. "But is it so wrong? Didn't it feel good to give up control? Look at me, my sweet." He eased back a little, creating some space between them, wanting William to turn and face him.
Now was his chance to break free, to scramble from the bed, take a stand, regain some dignity. But he was already mourning the loss of Angelus' weight upon him; and if he indeed could read his mind, what would be the point in denying him? Wriggling around on the rumpled bedlinen, William met his gaze.
"Good boy. Now, is it so wrong to be allowed to drop the act, from time to time? To give up that damn foolish accent?"
"No, Angelus."
"And all that swaggering and bravado? Must be exhausting." Angelus reached out, stroked his cheek. "I see how you are with Dru. So patient, always looking out for her. Wouldn't you like to be taken care of, sometimes? Be freed of your responsibilities?"
William lowered his eyes. As much as it pained him to admit it, it was undeniably true. "Yes, Angelus."
"Well yes, of course you would. And I'm the man for the job. When I think you need it. When I believe you *deserve* it." His hand strayed down to William's hip, pulling him in closer. "And you'll be surprised at just how liberating it can be."
TBC
It was an unaccustomed luxury to slowly drift into wakefulness; even more so to find himself still wrapped in those powerful arms, to feel Angelus' erection digging into the small of his back.
"Wake up, little figgy." Angelus' whispered, lips brushing against William's ear.
Stirring sleepily, muscles sweetly aching from the delicious torments of the early morning hours, arse and cock still warm and tingling from his grandsire's creative use of ginger, William eased himself back against the other man's body and sighed contentedly.
"Hush now, the ladies are still sleeping" Angelus soothed, shifting his weight a little, sliding his leg between William's thighs, effortlessly gaining the dominant position as he manoeuvred. "But show me that you want me."
With Angelus' knee pressing up against his balls, his fingers stroking their way up his stiffening shaft, how could William pretend otherwise? Why would he even try? Of course he wanted him, always had. He craved his attention, yearned for his unique and intense pleasure-giving. No-one else could arouse him, challenge him, satisfy him so thoroughly. A low moan caught in his throat as Angelus' touch became more insistent.
"Sssh" Angelus warned. "You've been such a good boy, don't spoil it now."
No matter the comforting warmth of their shared bed and tangle of limbs, his words caused William to inwardly flinch. The image of himself, bound and naked, kneeling submissively at Angelus' feet as Darla looked on with withering contempt, struggled to the surface of his sleep-fogged brain. Dear god, how had he allowed that to happen? How would he ever be able to face the women now without seeing that utter disdain in their eyes, night after night? With an enormous effort of will, he clutched at Angelus' hand, trying to still its movements. "Stop…" His mouth was dry, tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, the word of protest barely audible as he tried to squirm out of his grasp.
"She knows" Angelus responded quietly, wrapping himself more tightly round William's slender body in an effort to subdue him. "She knows it was all for show." He nuzzled at William's neck, gently nipping at his carotid artery. He understood his boy better than the poor, confused little wretch understood himself. "If anyone's gonna pay for that, it'll be me" he laughed softly, as William tensed against him. Oh how William wanted to break free! But oh how he quivered in anticipation, eager for his bite! He could feel his ripples of indecision, of conflicted emotion, and knew with absolute certainty that he would succumb. With careful handling, well chosen words, William would do whatever he demanded of him and believe that he *wanted* it, too. "So don't you fret, little figgy. We'll keep our secrets and have the best of all worlds."
William had endured all the strange endearments, the humiliating little pet names Angelus had lavished upon him as dawn broke behind the safety of the heavily draped bedchamber, so caught up in their games had he been. But now? As Angelus' teeth grazed his flesh, William shivered. It should feel ridiculous, belittling, wrong! So why was his body betraying him in this way? Why was he allowing Angelus to break his skin, draw blood, resume his rhythmic manipulations of his cock? Could he really bring himself to accept his instruction, submit to him again?
Angelus retracted his fangs after the briefest and lightest of bites, slackened his hold. "But is it so wrong? Didn't it feel good to give up control? Look at me, my sweet." He eased back a little, creating some space between them, wanting William to turn and face him.
Now was his chance to break free, to scramble from the bed, take a stand, regain some dignity. But he was already mourning the loss of Angelus' weight upon him; and if he indeed could read his mind, what would be the point in denying him? Wriggling around on the rumpled bedlinen, William met his gaze.
"Good boy. Now, is it so wrong to be allowed to drop the act, from time to time? To give up that damn foolish accent?"
"No, Angelus."
"And all that swaggering and bravado? Must be exhausting." Angelus reached out, stroked his cheek. "I see how you are with Dru. So patient, always looking out for her. Wouldn't you like to be taken care of, sometimes? Be freed of your responsibilities?"
William lowered his eyes. As much as it pained him to admit it, it was undeniably true. "Yes, Angelus."
"Well yes, of course you would. And I'm the man for the job. When I think you need it. When I believe you *deserve* it." His hand strayed down to William's hip, pulling him in closer. "And you'll be surprised at just how liberating it can be."
TBC