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Chapter 69
Deja Vu
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 23 November 2004
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 69
Angel’s apartment - early hours of the next morning
*******************
Spike sighed in pleasure as he felt Angel’s tongue touch his flesh.
“Mmm, that’s good, Pet,” he murmured.
Something moist brushed his lips.
He tentatively touched his tongue to his lips. Mmm, essence of Angel.
Spike opened his mouth and eagerly sucked Angel in.
Spike heard Angel groan and gasped involuntarily as vibrations reverberated throughout his body, sending shivers along his spine.
Angel’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once, touching, stroking, squeezing, caressing...
How did he do that?
Spike began to work Angel’s member like it was an ice cream cone…
Hmm, he’d have to remember to suggest Haagen Dazs add that flavour to their range.
Soon they were sucking each other in earnest. Despite lack of recent practice, Angel’s technique showed no sign of having deteriorated. In fact, if anything, it had improved. Okay, so maybe he had been practising… but who with? Doyle? Had to be… The cunning dog!
Had he always tasted this good? Course he had. Spike had been trying to forget. Best not to dwell on the things you can’t have. All the same, he wondered how he’d managed to resist Angel these past few weeks.
They were good together. Always had been… always would be…
Spike felt something probing his entrance - Angel’s finger… Oh, fuck, he was inside!
“Agh!” Spike cried out, almost allowing Angel’s turgid member to slip from his mouth.
Almost, but not quite.
Suddenly the finger began to move and further thought proved impossible…
Spike relaxed and surrendered to the sensations washing over him.
*****************
“Sweetheart!” Angel’s voice eventually began to impinge on Spike’s consciousness.
“Mmm,” Spike moaned.
How the fuck could Angel enunciate so clearly whilst continuing to give such great head?
“Oh, yeah!”
A sudden draft interrupted Spike’s musings and caused him to open his eyes.
Bleedin’ Hell!
Spike blinked and took in his surroundings. He found to his surprise that he was lying on the living room couch. He looked up to see Angel bending over him, clutching one corner of the duvet in his right hand.
What on Earth?
Spike sensed a familiar sensation building in his groin.
Oh, no! Not now… A discreet glance downwards confirmed his suspicions: he’d been stroking himself in his sleep and now he was about ready to pop.
He struggled to sit up. He’d reached the point of no return but if he was quick maybe he could get to the bathroom before he shot his load all over Angel.
A large hand gently but firmly restrained him - Angel’s hand.
Angel? What the fuck was he doing here anyway? Shouldn’t he be tucked up in bed upstairs in the office?
“Spike?” Angel’s voice whispered.
Bugger! Spike knew he couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Gotta let me up, Luv. Gonna come…”
Before he could get the words out he was flat on his back once more with Angel’s lips fastened around his shaft.
“Angel! No!”
Too late, he was coming… coming into that gorgeous mouth… those sensuous lips working their magic on his shaft…
“Mmm,” Angel moaned as Spike began to fill his mouth.
God, please don’t let him enjoy it too much!
The rational part of Spike’s brain knew they shouldn’t be doing this. He was playing with fire. Worse than that, he was playing with their lives: his, Wesley’s, Cordy’s, the Mick’s. Hell, he was playing with the bleedin’ fate of the planet…
Felt damn good, though…
And, Lorne had said, “One kiss,” hadn’t he? Not, one blow job. Nothing to worry about then…
“Angel!”
*****************
“Spike? Is everything all right?” Spike slowly became aware of Wesley’s voice through the orgasm-induced brain-fug he was currently experiencing.
He opened his eyes and sat up with a start. Angel was nowhere in sight. A slightly tousled Wesley stood in the doorway of Angel’s bedroom, navy blue pyjama bottoms riding low on his hips.
He’d been right about the bruises.
“I thought I heard something,” Wesley continued.
Spike shook his head and tried to focus. Bugger! It wasn’t real. He’d been getting the best blow job of his entire existence and it was just a bleedin’ dream.
“Sorry, Mate,” he mumbled. “Nightmare…”
“Are you all right? Is there anything I can do?”
“Nah, I’m fine. No need to worry about me.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Spike said. “Think I’ll take a shower… clear me head. You go back to bed, Pet.”
Spike watched as Wesley turned. He waited until Wesley had closed the door behind him before throwing back the duvet and standing up.
Bugger! All the clean linen was in Angel’s closet. Nothing for it then but to get dressed and go and bug Angel.
He removed the duvet cover and padded into the kitchen in bare feet to hide the evidence of his “nightmare” in the washing machine. He added the detergent and was about to start the cycle when he thought better of it in case the noise kept Wesley awake.
Instead, he set the timer to switch the machine on at nine and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.
****************
Angel couldn’t sleep. He’d been awake for hours, thinking. He’d wanted to talk to Spike, discuss an idea he’d had. He’d been plucking up the courage to go downstairs and seek him out when the scent of Spike’s arousal had reached his nostrils. Then, of course, he didn’t dare go anywhere near him, feeling as he currently did.
What was he going to do? He couldn’t lie back and do nothing, wait for his fate. He wanted Spike now. HE wanted to be the one to have Spike, not some future version of himself. But, if he waited, what would he be waiting for? Oblivion?
Wesley had said there couldn’t be two Angels existing side by side. If his future self arrived, where would he go? Would he have any memory of these past few weeks? Would he suddenly find himself on another plane of existence or in another version of reality… a parallel world… one where he and Spike could be together? Or, one where they’d never been parted? Or, God forbid, one where he’d never see his beautiful childe again… never look into those cerulean orbs… never touch that satin-smooth skin… never again listen to those seductive tones… never taste those luscious lips…
He realised he was moaning and bit his lip to stop from crying out. His hand had somehow found its way beneath the covers and was stroking his growing hardness. He may not be able to have Spike in reality but fantasy was another matter entirely…
**************
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 23 November 2004
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 69
Angel’s apartment - early hours of the next morning
*******************
Spike sighed in pleasure as he felt Angel’s tongue touch his flesh.
“Mmm, that’s good, Pet,” he murmured.
Something moist brushed his lips.
He tentatively touched his tongue to his lips. Mmm, essence of Angel.
Spike opened his mouth and eagerly sucked Angel in.
Spike heard Angel groan and gasped involuntarily as vibrations reverberated throughout his body, sending shivers along his spine.
Angel’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once, touching, stroking, squeezing, caressing...
How did he do that?
Spike began to work Angel’s member like it was an ice cream cone…
Hmm, he’d have to remember to suggest Haagen Dazs add that flavour to their range.
Soon they were sucking each other in earnest. Despite lack of recent practice, Angel’s technique showed no sign of having deteriorated. In fact, if anything, it had improved. Okay, so maybe he had been practising… but who with? Doyle? Had to be… The cunning dog!
Had he always tasted this good? Course he had. Spike had been trying to forget. Best not to dwell on the things you can’t have. All the same, he wondered how he’d managed to resist Angel these past few weeks.
They were good together. Always had been… always would be…
Spike felt something probing his entrance - Angel’s finger… Oh, fuck, he was inside!
“Agh!” Spike cried out, almost allowing Angel’s turgid member to slip from his mouth.
Almost, but not quite.
Suddenly the finger began to move and further thought proved impossible…
Spike relaxed and surrendered to the sensations washing over him.
*****************
“Sweetheart!” Angel’s voice eventually began to impinge on Spike’s consciousness.
“Mmm,” Spike moaned.
How the fuck could Angel enunciate so clearly whilst continuing to give such great head?
“Oh, yeah!”
A sudden draft interrupted Spike’s musings and caused him to open his eyes.
Bleedin’ Hell!
Spike blinked and took in his surroundings. He found to his surprise that he was lying on the living room couch. He looked up to see Angel bending over him, clutching one corner of the duvet in his right hand.
What on Earth?
Spike sensed a familiar sensation building in his groin.
Oh, no! Not now… A discreet glance downwards confirmed his suspicions: he’d been stroking himself in his sleep and now he was about ready to pop.
He struggled to sit up. He’d reached the point of no return but if he was quick maybe he could get to the bathroom before he shot his load all over Angel.
A large hand gently but firmly restrained him - Angel’s hand.
Angel? What the fuck was he doing here anyway? Shouldn’t he be tucked up in bed upstairs in the office?
“Spike?” Angel’s voice whispered.
Bugger! Spike knew he couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Gotta let me up, Luv. Gonna come…”
Before he could get the words out he was flat on his back once more with Angel’s lips fastened around his shaft.
“Angel! No!”
Too late, he was coming… coming into that gorgeous mouth… those sensuous lips working their magic on his shaft…
“Mmm,” Angel moaned as Spike began to fill his mouth.
God, please don’t let him enjoy it too much!
The rational part of Spike’s brain knew they shouldn’t be doing this. He was playing with fire. Worse than that, he was playing with their lives: his, Wesley’s, Cordy’s, the Mick’s. Hell, he was playing with the bleedin’ fate of the planet…
Felt damn good, though…
And, Lorne had said, “One kiss,” hadn’t he? Not, one blow job. Nothing to worry about then…
“Angel!”
*****************
“Spike? Is everything all right?” Spike slowly became aware of Wesley’s voice through the orgasm-induced brain-fug he was currently experiencing.
He opened his eyes and sat up with a start. Angel was nowhere in sight. A slightly tousled Wesley stood in the doorway of Angel’s bedroom, navy blue pyjama bottoms riding low on his hips.
He’d been right about the bruises.
“I thought I heard something,” Wesley continued.
Spike shook his head and tried to focus. Bugger! It wasn’t real. He’d been getting the best blow job of his entire existence and it was just a bleedin’ dream.
“Sorry, Mate,” he mumbled. “Nightmare…”
“Are you all right? Is there anything I can do?”
“Nah, I’m fine. No need to worry about me.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Spike said. “Think I’ll take a shower… clear me head. You go back to bed, Pet.”
Spike watched as Wesley turned. He waited until Wesley had closed the door behind him before throwing back the duvet and standing up.
Bugger! All the clean linen was in Angel’s closet. Nothing for it then but to get dressed and go and bug Angel.
He removed the duvet cover and padded into the kitchen in bare feet to hide the evidence of his “nightmare” in the washing machine. He added the detergent and was about to start the cycle when he thought better of it in case the noise kept Wesley awake.
Instead, he set the timer to switch the machine on at nine and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.
****************
Angel couldn’t sleep. He’d been awake for hours, thinking. He’d wanted to talk to Spike, discuss an idea he’d had. He’d been plucking up the courage to go downstairs and seek him out when the scent of Spike’s arousal had reached his nostrils. Then, of course, he didn’t dare go anywhere near him, feeling as he currently did.
What was he going to do? He couldn’t lie back and do nothing, wait for his fate. He wanted Spike now. HE wanted to be the one to have Spike, not some future version of himself. But, if he waited, what would he be waiting for? Oblivion?
Wesley had said there couldn’t be two Angels existing side by side. If his future self arrived, where would he go? Would he have any memory of these past few weeks? Would he suddenly find himself on another plane of existence or in another version of reality… a parallel world… one where he and Spike could be together? Or, one where they’d never been parted? Or, God forbid, one where he’d never see his beautiful childe again… never look into those cerulean orbs… never touch that satin-smooth skin… never again listen to those seductive tones… never taste those luscious lips…
He realised he was moaning and bit his lip to stop from crying out. His hand had somehow found its way beneath the covers and was stroking his growing hardness. He may not be able to have Spike in reality but fantasy was another matter entirely…
**************