Beauty and the Beast

Spike leans back into the chair, spreading his other leg wide, and very slowly he opens the zipper to his jeans. “Come taste me, luv. Suck it aut out of me.” He spreads his other leg over the chair arms with his hands on his knees and his head back on the headrest. I think I just growled. Spike chuckles at the sound and lifts his hips up in a quick thrust and then down again. My eyes are fixed on his crotch, staring at the gap in his jeans. The red head of his cock just poking out of the V-shaped opening.

This is better than any fantasy. Just watching him not even naked is turning me into pure desire. My body hard with want and need. My mind fixated only on him. My desire purely focused on wanting to taste him. I’ve never tasted him before, but I’ve fantasised about it. Would he be sweet or sour? Smooth or spicy? Would he rush down my throat like a river or would I have to work for each and every drop. I suddenly ball my hands into fists controlling the raging desire to suck his prick until it bursts against the roof of my mouth. I don’t want to ravage him...not yet, at least. I want to build up to it. Work at it slowly; savour my first time with my beloved. Then it dawns on me. doesdoesn’t know it’s our first time. He doesn’t realise that we’ve never touched, or kissed, never mind had intimate relations.

Spike groans, his eyes shut and his mouth slightly open. He tilts his head back just a little more, giving me the full view of his delicious throat. How I want to sink my fangs into that pale flesh. To ravage and rip and suck him dry. I groan and make a decision. I tighten my hands, take a deep breath and slowly walk towards him. I’m in control here. Not Spike. I’ll take him, touch him, fuck him when I’m good and ready. He is mine. Totally mine. At last.

“Who do you belong to, Will?” I purr slowly, stalking towards him as if he’s my next victim. I guess in a way he will be.

“You pet,” he answers quickly, eyes shut and his head resting on the back of his chair. His neck on full display. What trust that shows for a vampire to bear his neck for another. He arches off the chair, his hips lifting and thrusting.

“Stop moving,” I snap, wanting his body still. “Don’t you dare move until I tell you and keep those eyes shut.”

Spike groans and his eyelashes flutter as he forces his eyes to remain closed. He moans again, resting his hands on his hips forcing them down into the padded chair.

“Now, who do you belong to?”

“You, Angel. I’m all yours.”

Oh yeah. My mouth waters at the sight and sound of my Will. The boy trying not to writhe on the chair, knowing that my eyes are glued to his hard cock sticking out of his jeans. A small drop of milky liquid forms on the tip and I lick my lips at the thought of tasting him. Slowly, making him wait for it, I walk towards him, gracefully falling to my knees before the chair. Spike gasps at my action, even though his eyes are closed, I know he can smell and hear me. Oh yeah, blessing those vampire heightened senses right now. He must be able to smell my desire. My presence and power over him as a master vampire...his elder, his sire. He must hear my soft panting, even though I need not breathe, I do because just the sight of him makes me breathless.

“Spread your legs,” I command him, my hands touching his knees.

Spike groans, and then hooks his both knees over each arm of the chair and spreading them wide open. I’m about to rip those jeans off, when suddenly, I have a thought. No clothes! There is no clothing here for Spike or me. He’s sure to wonder why, and will finally realise that we’re not together and certainly don’t live here. Damn, I wanted to rip his clothing off too.

Instead I go for plan B, suck him with clothing on. I stroke my hands over his thighs, feeling the solid muscle under my fingers. Those legs are perfect. Perfect in every way and will feel even better when they are wrapped around my waist as I fuck him. I shudder at the thought. I’ve had so many fantasies just about his legs. His shapely, almost feminine legs. I remember as Angelus watching Will as he walked around with no shoes on, wanting to suck his small toes into my mouth and lick his firm arch. His legs and feet are perfection. So instead of letting my hands wonder to his groin, I turn the other way and start unlacing his boots.

“Good boy,” I purr, making Spike squirm even . H. He must like my voice. Like me bossing him around. That discovery arouses so much desperate need in me. My boy wants me...well, he does at the moment, and that’s only because he can’t remember that he hates me. I quickly shove that thought aside. I don’t want to think about anything else - past or future. What I’ve done or what he’s doing. I just want to focus on the here and now.

I finally have the boots unlaced and I pull them off his feet, black socks following. At last, two pale naked feet. Beautiful feet. I stroke my hands over one as it waves over the edge of the chair arm. I bring it to my mouth and taste his big toe. My tongue flicks over the nail and under the pad. I slip my tongue between the toes and...Spike giggles. He arches off the chair, his foot trembling as I wriggle my tongue.

“Fuck Angel, no!” he cries, “oh shit, not the toes, you know how ticklish I am!” He squirms like a young child in the chair as I continue to wriggle my tongue between his toes. The sight amazes me; tough, strong Spike is giggling like a girl before me. I eventually stop, not wanting to break the sensual mood I had going. Instead of tickling him, I lick up the sole of his foot and sink my fangs into the soft flesh of his ankle. “Argh!” he screams for a moment, and flops back into the chair, remembering what I told him about being still.

That action amazes me in itself. Spike is obeying me! I wonder if he obeys all his lovers? Did he scream and yell for all of them? That thought burns through my heart and mind. The thought of him being touched and controlled by others. By Drusilla. By Buffy. I snarl and sink my fangs into his ankle again leaving another set of bleeding holes. I lick them closed just after a small taste of his blood. He’s going to need his strength for later.

“Do you remember your other lovers?” I ask, licking the soft and abused flesh around his ankle.

“Lovers?” he replies in a strange stressed voice. I look up to gaze at his face, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open with short pants. “There were others?”

I don’t answer. I don’t want to lie anymore, but that doesn‘t mean I’m going to come forward and tell him the whole truth. I return to licking his ankles, but then with a loud moan, I leave his feet and run my hands up and over his jean-covered legs. I caress his knees, feeling the knobbly bone and then up his strong thighs. They tremble under my touch. His face is the same, eyes closed and he pants through his mouth. I can tel the the tension of his muscles that he wants to move. They twitch and tense under my hands, wanting more, wanting to touch, wanting to wrap around my waist and hold me to his body. I moan again, my hardness becoming painfully confined by my black slacks. I move my right hand between my legs, brushing against the solid rod of flesh.

“I’m so hard for you, Will. So hard.”

Spike moans, his eyelids fluttering as he forces them to remain shut. I unzip my slacks and palm my cock a couple of times, heightening my pleasure. I have to force my hand to stop and return to Spike’s knee. I don’t want to come yet. I’m on the edge of orgasm from just touching him. I have to control myself. I want to come inside him. I groan at the thought of Spike’s tightness and I have to forcibly control my desire not to touch myself again. Instead, I slide my hands up higher and grasp Spike’s bony hips. I gasp right along with Spike as I hold him down. Such fine hips. Nicely shaped with all the right hollows and hills of flesh and bone. I wantsee see his flesh but I can’t, not yet. Not until I’ve tasted him. Then I’ll strip him.

I drag Spike’s hips down the chair, so he’s just sitting on the edge, his body bent uncomfortably with legs stretched wide over the chair arms. Oh, the sight of him. The sight of this beautiful, deceptively young looking boy that I want to devour. All mine. I slowly slide across the soft jeans to his open zipper, hearing a deep moan as I part the opening even more. A red tipped cock flops out, straight as an arrow and pointing directly at my mouth. I lick my lips just thinking of his taste. He doesn’t know that this is the first time I’ve tasted him. That even in my fantasies I couldn’t ever imagine what he really tasted like. I lick my lips again, my mouth salivating at the thought of sucking that delicious cock. I press forward and let the tip of his length touch my lips. Soft and smooth and almost warm. All the borrowed blood has rushed there; firming the muscle of his cock and making it erect. Oh yes, blood. I lean back and taste my lips covered with a drop of pre-cum. He tastes sweet and coppery. He tastes of the finest salty blood.

I open my mouth and take in his uncircumcised head, resting it on my tongue. I am careful of my fangs, but I don’t change back to my human facade. I‘ll have use for my lengthened teeth later. For a long moment, I just hold the head of his dick in my mouth. It’s warmer than the rest of his skin, moist with desire and large enough to stretch my mouth. In other words, it is perfection. He is perfection. I withdraw a little, leaving just the head resting on my front teeth, and very slowly and oh so carefully; I insert my fangs into his blood filled flesh.

“Oh fucking hell!” Spike howls as my fangs pierce him. Hot blood fills my mouth and I have to hold Spike’s hips down on the chair. He howls and trembles, and then with a scream, comes into my mouth. Warm, spicy, blood tinged semen fills my mouth and I swallow it desperately. When the last spurt ends, I withdraw my fangs, and lick the twin holes clean as I feel them close.

“Oh bloody hell, Angel. That was so friggin’ perfect!” Spike cries, his body still trembling in the aftermath of orgasm. “I love it when you bit,” h,” he sighs, slowly coming down from his high.

I smile at his relaxed face and rosy lips. He must have bitten them when he came, colouring them the false redness of living flesh. I didn’t know that Spike would react so well to vampire sex. Especially having his soul and all, and with his last lover being human. Biting the genitals is extremely painful, pain mixed with the sensation of sucking, quickly turns into pure pleasure. Believe me, Darla was the Queen of biting, and Angelus went along with many a plan just to receive what I’d given to Spike.

“Oh yeah,” Spike sighs again, still shuddering from his intense climax. Then as if he’s thinking of something his face changes into that of confusion.

“Angel, luv?”

“Hmmm?” I answer, still licking his cum off my lips and stroking the bones of his hips.

“Why do I feel that it’s been forever since we’ve done that?”

“You’re...you don’t like vampire sex that much,” I answer, not knowing if it’s true or not.

“Nah, that can’t be right, Angel. That felt so good. Like I was on fire. I could feel your cool mouth around me. Feel my blood flowing into your mouth. Your teeth within me. And fuck, Angel, it felt like heaven.”

I’m silent for a long time. Just ing ing on my knees and looking up at his calm face. Very slowly, he cautiously opens his eyes and grins at me when I don’t tell him to keep them closed.

“Wanna go to bed, Angel?” he purrs, his hands seductively sliding down his chest to finally rest on top of mine. “I might be able to do something about that monster sticking out of your pants.” He smiles, a laugh passing through his lips and I find myself grinning back at him. I feel...happy. It’s a strange feeling. Something I never, not once in my fantasies, ever thought I would feel. I feel content in Spike’s presence. Even though most of the time he can be an annoying little bastard, I feel relaxed and at home with him. In my fantasies, it was always about sex and possession, never this calm feeling I have just looking at his smile. I feel my face automatically change back to the human facade as my body relaxes.

I get to my feet and offer Spike my hand. He grins, his eyes fixed on my erection as he takes my hand. I pull him through the sitting room and into the bedroom. The curtains are closed, keeping the outside world away and making sure we can sleep without being disturbed by the sun. Which is good because when I’m finished with Spike, he won’t want to walk anywhere.

“Strip for me,” I insist, as I come to a stop at the end of the bed. I let go of his hand and stand before the bed. He looks a little nervous, but he shrugs out of his t-shirt, flinging it off over his head and to the floor. Pale skin is revealed. Masses of it. All soft and white, just waiting for me to rip and taste. Next his hands go to his waistband and he pushes the jeans down, turning so I can watch his pale ass come into view. Soft flesh again, pale with rounded cheeks and as he bends I see the hint of low hanging testicles in front. I lick my lips wanting to taste him again, even when my mouth still has his residue. Finally, Spike steps out of his jeans and flings them aside to join the discarded t-shirt.

“On the bed,” I tell him, watching him climb on top of the red coverlet, his cock showing signs of a quick recovery. I have to smile and thank vampire gods for his marvellous body. Preserved human with a demon recovery time...which can mean only minutes needed for recovery until his next erection. Sometimes, I love being a vampire.

“Turn on your belly and spread your legs.”

“But I want to see ya, Angel,” he complains.

“Not today.”

The coverlet muffles a soft sigh, as Spike turns on his front and spreads out his long legs. Oh, what bliss it is to see him so spread. So open and just for me. I quickly strip out of my clothing, letting it fall to the floor quickly forgotten in the wake of wanting Spike. Then I remember and with a vampire fast dash, I return to the kitchenette and find a long carving knife. Bliss.

I return to the bed finding Spike exactly where I left him. I want something from our joining. I want him to know that everything he is belongs to me. His flesh. His bones. His blood. All mine. I climb onto the bed, making him gasp softly as the bed dips and I crawl over him. I straddle his hips, making sure our skin doesn’t come into contact just yet. I take up the knife, and slowly press the tip into the hollow of his back.

“A present for you.”

“Oh yes, Angel, make me bleed, please!” he cries, his hips bucking as he rubs himself into the bedclothes. The scent of blood hits my nostrils and my mouth waters. I quickly remove the knife and slap Spike firmly on the butt. The force of my blow is enough to mark his preternatural skin. A red hand print displays my displeasure.

“No moving, or I’ll have to bind you.”

“Oh yes,” Spike moans, his hips rising again.

Wants to be bound, does he? Well, he’ll get his wish. I quickly jump off the bed and cross to my old wardrobe. I have this memory of leaving some of my things behind. I just hope I’ve left what...I open the door and yes! There at the bottom are a few pairs of tensile steel handcuffs. I got them a long time ago just in case Angelus remerged and I didn’t think I’d need them at my new office. Especially now with my soul bound and Angelus no longer a problem. I grab a couple of handcuffs and get back on the bed. Spike shudders as I return.

“You want to be forced. To be bound.”

“Oh fuck, yes!!” he cries bucking on the bed, “want you to take me like the vampires we are.” There is such desperation in his voice. Such strange need. I make a conscious note to ask him why after. At this moment, I don’t want to talk - I want to take.

I grab one pale, thin wrist and click the handcuff around it. Spike moans with contact of cold steel and flesh. Then I bend his leg back and click the other cuff to his ankle. Such thin ankles just like his wrists. I repeat this on his other hand and wrist, spreading his legs and curving his back. He groans and shivers deliciously when I’ve finished.

“Oh yes,” he pants. A sound like desperation.

I return to kneel behind him, now unable to straddle his fine hips. Off course he won’t be able to move either when I let the knife tip kiss his flesh. I take up the knife and once again press the tip to the hollow of his back. Spike instantly arches and the handcuffs are stretched out. There is a sound of metal straining against metal but the cuffs hold.

“Gonna mark you,” I hiss, bending over his presenbackback and speaking into his ear. His eyes close and rough breath escapes through lapse lips. “Don’t move unless I command it. Don’t speak unless I say so. Don’t open your eyes unless I want you to. Understand?”

“Yes, Angel,” Spike replies, acquiescing to my demands.

“Now, this is my last question, Will. Who do you belong to?”

I press the knife into his flesh again, watching the blood start to bubble up from the small cut.

“You, Angel. I belong to you.”ThosThose will be his last words until I take him. I grin, licking suddenly sharp fangs as I change to gameface. I move up the bed slightly, resting my hips against his soft buttocks and poking my cock between his legs. He gasps but doesn’t say a word.

“Good boy,” I purr into his skin giving his rounded buttock a quick lick. I concentrate on the knife now, moving it up his back to his curled shoulders and the hollow between them. I press the knife in deeper now, watching him jerk as it pierces the skin releasing more scent-filled blood. I can smell the essence of Spike filling the room. Caressing my nose. Making me almost drunk on the very smell of him. I slide the knife down his back creating a thin red line of blood. I reach his middle and moving to his left side, I press the knife in just enough to split the skin and I start carving. A letter forms. ‘M’. I start on a new letter, Spike’s flesh trembling under my fingers as I hold him down. I can smell his arousal getting stronger now and overpowering the scent of his blood. My own erection is also uncomfortable, but I gently rub it between his legs touching his cock with the tip. A second letter emerges in the bloody skin. ‘I’. I start a third, and Spike is wriggling uncontrollably under me.

“Stop moving!” I growl, bending over his back and smearing some of his blood onto my chest.

He moans, a high pitched sound. His face I know has changed and he’s desperate for more. Oh, the joys of vampire sex. Just the blood and the pain can turn Spike into a quivering mass of flesh in his heightened state of arousal. I wonder about Buffy for a moment. Did she cause him pain like this? Did she cut him like I’m doing? He seems to love vampire sex with me right now, but I can’t help but wonder.

I finish my last letter, the letters forming a word - M.I.N.E. I’ve marked him as mine. I’m sad that the wounds will fade soon and nothing will be left behind. Not a scar or evesignsign that I’ve ever been here. That this night ever happened. I quickly push the thought aside, I’ll worry about the future when it arrives. Right at this minute Spike is desperate to come. He moans and pants. Wriggling and rubbing himself against the bed even though he fights to obey me. Instead of forcing him to hold back his climax, I lean over his back again, rubbing my strong chest into his wounds and per per into his ear.

“Come, my beloved.” As soon as the words travel to his brain - his body arches and he screams as he orgasms, his body bucking under mine. I smell his seed soak the coverlet below him. I lick the soft flesh of his ear and sink a fang into his lobe. More howling and Spike enters a second, though dry, climax. I withdraw my mouth with just the one click of his ear. Anymore and my plans for fucking him will be forgotten for a while. The taste of blood is the most sexual and arousing thing to a vampire. It starts our sexual urges and with a taste it finishes them too.

TBC