Roomies

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~Part 9: White-Hot Agonizing Excitement~


Spike shuffled around the office with a stack of needs-to-be-filed paperwork in his hands. He spent ten minutes shuffling through filing cabinets until he found the one that he wanted to put some of the paperwork in before searching from the bottom up looking for the right section to put the stuff in. By the time that he had gotten a single piece of paper filed he heard the elevator grinding to a halt.

Without looking up, Spike muttered around an unlit cigarette that he had found stuffed into the pocket of his now burned jeans, “’Ello, Wonder-gel. Have a nice sleep?”

Angel glared at the back of Spike’s head as he brought up a hand to softly touch the tips of his carefully gelled hair. The early hour of Angel’s appearance was a sure sign that he had been dreaming of the ‘good old days.’ Not that either of them viewed their dreams of anything relating good anymore. Angel would spend all day secluded in his office for a good brood and Spike would be unable to eat for hours thanks to his stomach knotting in agony.

“So where is everyone?” Angel asked, dropping into the chair in front of Cordelia’s desk. He avoided looking at Spike but made up for it by gently nudging his foot as he walked by the table.

“He’s bloody using me. Took Mummzies out fer lunch. Me bein’ ‘ere to take the calls while they’re gone was jes an added bonus,” Spike stated before he nudged Angel back on his return trip to the desk for another piece of paperwork to file.

They shared a grin and suddenly Spike felt the world narrow down to nothing but him and his Sire. That was until someone cleared their throat. He turned and, with the glare that he usually saved for Slayers directed at the girl, grated out, “Whadda yah want?”

Angel kicked Spike as he stood and faced the girl. With as gentle a look as he could manage, he said, “What Spike here means to say is, how can we help you?”

Spike gave Angel a deeply disgusted look before pulling out a clean piece of paper and a pen so that he could take notes on whatever the girl said. Cordelia would stake him if he didn’t have something to put in their files for future reference.

After convincing the girl that Spike would be good and not hurt her in any way, Angel wandered out of the office. He let Spike take care of the details while he grabbed what he needed for what sounded like zombie extermination. With a wry grin and a slight shake of his head Angel went and got ready to face yet another baddie.

~~~

Spike took a long drag from his last remaining cigarette and looked at Angel out of the corner of his eye. Yeah, he hadn’t fought but he’d been there. He had watched as Angel had torn the evil stalker-zombie ex-boyfriend to pieces and had reluctantly held the girl while she had cried at the sound of it all. Considering she had hidden her head in the depths of the short leather jacket that Spike had swiped from Angel before leaving the office after the first punch had been thrown she probably hadn’t seen the carnage that Spike had.

The fight had been short but gruesome. He hadn’t been able to contain his excitement at the sight of the blood and guts. This being the first good fight that Spike had witnessed since regaining his strength, he had been a little excited to say the least. So here he was, leaning against a cool cement wall with a fag in one hand and a stake in the other.

Angel had growled at him and told him that if he couldn’t control himself in front of the girl he should just leave once the fight had been over. With a shrug he had left and now he was stuck in a state of unusable hyperawareness. By the time Angel had joined him he had calmed down enough to know that the stake in his hand wouldn’t be putting him out of his misery any time soon.

On second thought, he might still need that stake. Angel was still excited from the fight. The zombie had done little in the way of putting up a fight so the dark vampire’s demon was still rambunctious. From the pheromones that Angel was giving off, Spike had a feeling that ‘Angelus’ wanted to do little more then fall into a sync that had begun over a century ago. In other words: his Sire was horny.

It was painfully obvious but Spike knew better then to say anything about it. If his Sire wanted him to give him a helping hand – or mouth for that matter – all he had to do was ask. There had been too many beatings for him to remember them all; all of them thanks to him reading the other vampire wrong and offering to help out a exactly the wrong time.

“So… did the bint pay yah?” Spike asked casually. He flicked the butt of his cigarette away and handed the stake back to Angel. He wasn’t about to risk white hot agony just to see if he could use that stake against other demons.

A sideways glance and Angel pocketed the stake. “Yeah, she gave me a couple bills. I haven’t counted it yet.”

“It’s prob’ly a handfulla ones, y’know,” Spike stated.

Angel chuckled. “Yes, I know but way to ruin the mood.”

“Don’t think so pet.” Spike’s eyes were purposely on the bulge in Angel’s pants. “You haven’t lost it yet.”

“William…”

“I know, I know. Yer with Mummzies and don’t want to ruin your still fresh relationship. I’m not bloody stupid, you know.” Spike pushed away from the wall and made for the sewer entrance that they had used to get to the building to begin with. Angel’s hand on his arm stopped him short.

They were both quiet as they considered what was going to happen next. It was painfully obvious what was about to happen but neither vampire seemed to care that as soon as it was over they would have to act like it had never happened. “Give yer Sire a hand?”

A wide smile graced Spike’s face and he stepped into Angel’s personal space. “How ‘bout more then a hand?” he asked with meaning.

Angel dragged them deep into the dark ally so that anyone wandering by wouldn’t see them quite so clearly. He leaned back against the wall and pushed Spike down to his knees.

To be in such a familiar position but only with his Sire’s soulful counterpart caused Spike a moment of indecision. Yeah, he was willing to get the man off but what would Angel do after that? Angelus would yank down his drawers and continue to fuck his dry but Spike had a feeling that Angelus wouldn’t be making an appearance tonight.

At his Sire’s warning growl for taking too long. Spike took a deep, unneeded breath and began with opening his Sire’s buckle. Once he had Angel’s pants around his knees, Spike looked up at him in silent question. The second that Angel smiled, Spike dove in. His took his Sire’s erection whole and swallowed once before pulling back and licking the tip.

Above him Angel couldn’t hold back the whimper that was torn from his throat. Spi– William had been a very adept learner when it came to the art of oral pleasure. Angelus had been so very grateful at how well the fledge had learned. And now was no different. Spike used every trick that he had learned over the decades of pleasing Angelus just to keep Angel at the edge.

By now Spike had his hands on Angel’s hips to keep him from bucking into his mouth. Oh, he could take Angel’s brutal thrusting as well as any other vampire but he wanted this to last. It had been so long since the last time he had touched his Sire in any way and he had no idea what would happen after the older vamp got his rocks off.

He licked the underside of the vamp’s straining cock following the cool blue vein, then teased the foreskin before gently sucking the head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip right before he deep throated the vamp for only a second. He knew that with all this teasing that Angel wouldn’t last much longer. One long lick from base to tip and a hard suck on the head and Angel was shooting his load into Spike’s needy mouth. Spike looked up at Angel and watched as his Sire bellowed his completion.

Panting harshly, Angel looked down at Spike. “Swallow,” he rasped out.

Spike couldn’t help a grin as he swallowed then continued to lick his Sire clean. With a sigh, he pulled up Angel’s pants and stood back as the man buckled up, tucking his still hard member back into his pants. Spike turned to leave but found himself slammed against the wall and being kissed savagely.

When Angel managed to drag his lips away from Spike’s they were both panting for unneeded breath. Angel rested his forehead against Spike’s and just breathed in his Childe’s scent. “We aren’t finished yet,” he growled softly, rolling his hips. He hissed as his still hard cock came into contact with Spike’s.

~~~

They managed to wait until they got to the bedroom before they started to rip each other’s clothes off. They were both in game face by the time they landed on Angel’s bed. Angel, in his excitement, had broken Spike’s skin once or twice. With the way that Spike lay and touched and even growled, Angel could tell that the blonde was holding back but in his excitement, he couldn’t figure out why.

Once they were both completely naked, Angel started to get a little impatient. Spike’s body was covered in nips, bites, bruises and almost bone deep claw marks but the blond had yet to break Angel’s skin once. In all of their bed play, the only time that Angel had ever forbidden Spike to draw blood had been when Angel had blindfolded Spike.

With a growl, Angel pulled back and looked into Spike’s eyes. After a moment, the blonde’s gaze dropped in submission. The silence that followed was eerie and strained.

“William, what’s going on?” Angel asked as he roughly jerked Spike’s chin up so that he could look the blonde in the eyes.

Spike growled and pulled away from Angel’s hold. He stiffly sat up and leaned against the headboard. “What do you bloody think is going on? The soldier guys made it so I can’t do a sodding thing without going nearly blind! …I’m sorry.” The last words were whispered almost low enough that Angel didn’t hear it.

Angel stared at Spike in wide-eyed amazement. “I’ll fucking kill them all! No one, and I mean *no one*, messes with my family and gets away with it! I’ll fix you William. I promise you that.”

Their eyes met and soon they were trapped. Neither of them moved until a gasp sounded from the doorway. They snapped to and turned to see Cordelia standing there with tears in her eyes.