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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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2,142
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1
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Chapter 5 - Atlantis
Chapter 5 - Atlantis
When the water stopped running, Angel and Wes ran into the bathroom like boys giddy to go skinny dipping in summer. Younger Spike stood proudly near the faucet, pleased with his idea, and punched the jacuzzi button on the wall as he and the other two jumped in, water exploding from the enormous tub like fireworks. His older self was on the phone and spoke more words than had been uttered in at least an hour.
"Room Service? Could you please send up about a dozen Coronas, with limes, a couple of orders of nachos, some guacamole, and do you have 20,000 Leagues Under the SeA? No? Okay, Gladiator, then. Checked out. Hmmm," he turned to the others. "Anyone else feel like Antonio Banderas?" He was met with three lacivious smiles. Laughing, he spoke back into the phone, "Okay, bring a selection .. say, 'Mask of Zorro,' 'Desperado,' '13th Warrior' and see if you can find one of his early Spanish-language films. Yes, I know, most of them were gay, and that'll do nicely." He winked at the others. "See what you can find, eh? Thanks." He hung up.
Wes groaned. "13th Warrior? I could have gone for that newer one with Angelina Jolie myself." The other three rolled their eyes and groaned as the last Spike popped into the hot tub. In unison they all sighed and sank down into the water, their arms outstretched over the edge with fingers and hands interlacing. Random caresses scattered about them, footsie games silently battling beneath the water's surface, and a collective sigh of contentment rolled through the four of them as if they had all reached the Nirvana of complete satisfaction.
When room service arrived, they attacked the food and had the boy put in Zorro in the VCR. Spike got kudos for the choice of hotel. It was accommodating and helpful and you just couldn't beat the large TV/VCR in the bathroom for hot tub viewing. They spent the next 45 minutes picking apart the authenticity of costuming and making fun of the way Antonio Banderas held a sword. They laughed, they ate, they enjoyed each other's company, and eventually their thoughts and actions turned a bit more primal. There was just something about hot water and really good beer that could send a man, particularly these four men, into a sensual world to end all others.
Wesley reached over and took Angel's lips in a soft kiss, a carry over from what they shared a bit ago, a 'thank you' and a 'wasn't that nice' reminder. When he pulled back he smiled into the dark sable eyes of the sire, his own smiling back. There were no more hesitations within him now. He felt the total security and safety of this man and the two others, and somehow it changed Wesley's viewpoint on a great many things. His cock twitched to attention. "This could easily become a habit," he thought to himself wistfully.
Hearing a splash, he glanced around to see he and Angel were suddenly alone. He moved a little closer, up next to him, fitting just under his extended arm and noticed Angel had dropped his head back onto the tiles, lost in thought, or honestly what looked liked ecstacy. He nuzzled in and rested his head on Angel's arm, closing his eyes and relaxing when he felt the sneak attack and realized why Angel looked as he did. He felt a questing mouth on his now quite hard prick and sighed loudly.
Angel murmurred next to him, "Nice, isn't it?" The arousal and desire in his voice was compelling and made it that much more difficult for Wes to last very long. The mouth slid off and began sucking on his balls one at a time, a probing tongue flicking and teasing and and hand lifting him up by the hips a little to gain access to the small opening of his anus. He gasped and moaned much louder than he meant to, but by that time it didn't matter because Angel was meeting him gasp for groan. As he felt himself reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, he said a silent prayer of thanks that vampires didn't have to breathe and could stay beneath the water as long as they liked. He liked this a lot. Apparently, so did they, and there was no doubt Angel was enjoying it as well.
How the twins managed to make both man and vampire come at the same time was impressive, and come they did, the growl and yell of them echoing throughout the tiled room and almost shattering the useless mirrors. The two Spikes sucked them both down deeply into their throats, even as the sound of their twin climaxes reverberated through the water. They seemed to hold them there for an infinite amount of time, prolonging the pleasure into pain. When they finally began to settle, curly hair, 2 sets of blue eyes, and identical smirks broke the water at the same time, looking up at the two satiated men against the side of the hot tub. Spike the younger had taken Angel, the older had enjoyed Wes. Not that it mattered in the least. The four of them dissolved into a mass of lips and hands and entangled bodies once again. Moans of pleasure and satisfaction mixing with the quiet gurggling of the water jets.
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The men left the bathroom still drying themselves and talking about Anthony Hopkins' blue eyes when they stepped into a darkened fantasyland. Each mouth dropped open at the vision before them. There was a collective gasp. Wes stopped breathing entirely, and the younger Spike ... passed out cold.
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When the water stopped running, Angel and Wes ran into the bathroom like boys giddy to go skinny dipping in summer. Younger Spike stood proudly near the faucet, pleased with his idea, and punched the jacuzzi button on the wall as he and the other two jumped in, water exploding from the enormous tub like fireworks. His older self was on the phone and spoke more words than had been uttered in at least an hour.
"Room Service? Could you please send up about a dozen Coronas, with limes, a couple of orders of nachos, some guacamole, and do you have 20,000 Leagues Under the SeA? No? Okay, Gladiator, then. Checked out. Hmmm," he turned to the others. "Anyone else feel like Antonio Banderas?" He was met with three lacivious smiles. Laughing, he spoke back into the phone, "Okay, bring a selection .. say, 'Mask of Zorro,' 'Desperado,' '13th Warrior' and see if you can find one of his early Spanish-language films. Yes, I know, most of them were gay, and that'll do nicely." He winked at the others. "See what you can find, eh? Thanks." He hung up.
Wes groaned. "13th Warrior? I could have gone for that newer one with Angelina Jolie myself." The other three rolled their eyes and groaned as the last Spike popped into the hot tub. In unison they all sighed and sank down into the water, their arms outstretched over the edge with fingers and hands interlacing. Random caresses scattered about them, footsie games silently battling beneath the water's surface, and a collective sigh of contentment rolled through the four of them as if they had all reached the Nirvana of complete satisfaction.
When room service arrived, they attacked the food and had the boy put in Zorro in the VCR. Spike got kudos for the choice of hotel. It was accommodating and helpful and you just couldn't beat the large TV/VCR in the bathroom for hot tub viewing. They spent the next 45 minutes picking apart the authenticity of costuming and making fun of the way Antonio Banderas held a sword. They laughed, they ate, they enjoyed each other's company, and eventually their thoughts and actions turned a bit more primal. There was just something about hot water and really good beer that could send a man, particularly these four men, into a sensual world to end all others.
Wesley reached over and took Angel's lips in a soft kiss, a carry over from what they shared a bit ago, a 'thank you' and a 'wasn't that nice' reminder. When he pulled back he smiled into the dark sable eyes of the sire, his own smiling back. There were no more hesitations within him now. He felt the total security and safety of this man and the two others, and somehow it changed Wesley's viewpoint on a great many things. His cock twitched to attention. "This could easily become a habit," he thought to himself wistfully.
Hearing a splash, he glanced around to see he and Angel were suddenly alone. He moved a little closer, up next to him, fitting just under his extended arm and noticed Angel had dropped his head back onto the tiles, lost in thought, or honestly what looked liked ecstacy. He nuzzled in and rested his head on Angel's arm, closing his eyes and relaxing when he felt the sneak attack and realized why Angel looked as he did. He felt a questing mouth on his now quite hard prick and sighed loudly.
Angel murmurred next to him, "Nice, isn't it?" The arousal and desire in his voice was compelling and made it that much more difficult for Wes to last very long. The mouth slid off and began sucking on his balls one at a time, a probing tongue flicking and teasing and and hand lifting him up by the hips a little to gain access to the small opening of his anus. He gasped and moaned much louder than he meant to, but by that time it didn't matter because Angel was meeting him gasp for groan. As he felt himself reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, he said a silent prayer of thanks that vampires didn't have to breathe and could stay beneath the water as long as they liked. He liked this a lot. Apparently, so did they, and there was no doubt Angel was enjoying it as well.
How the twins managed to make both man and vampire come at the same time was impressive, and come they did, the growl and yell of them echoing throughout the tiled room and almost shattering the useless mirrors. The two Spikes sucked them both down deeply into their throats, even as the sound of their twin climaxes reverberated through the water. They seemed to hold them there for an infinite amount of time, prolonging the pleasure into pain. When they finally began to settle, curly hair, 2 sets of blue eyes, and identical smirks broke the water at the same time, looking up at the two satiated men against the side of the hot tub. Spike the younger had taken Angel, the older had enjoyed Wes. Not that it mattered in the least. The four of them dissolved into a mass of lips and hands and entangled bodies once again. Moans of pleasure and satisfaction mixing with the quiet gurggling of the water jets.
*******************
The men left the bathroom still drying themselves and talking about Anthony Hopkins' blue eyes when they stepped into a darkened fantasyland. Each mouth dropped open at the vision before them. There was a collective gasp. Wes stopped breathing entirely, and the younger Spike ... passed out cold.
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