Angels Bad Night

Angel kissed Spike again, slowly and tenderly. He pulled away after some time, reluctantly, and said, "I'm hungry. You?"

Spike nodded. "I'm always hungry."

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Angel replied with a smile, as he climbed over Spike and off the couch. He wandered into the kitchen, not bothering to pull his jeans on. Spike followed him, also not bothering with clothing. Angel found the blood bags in the refrigerator and emptied two of them into two mugs. He put them in the microwave and turned back to look at Spike.

Spike had decided to rummage through the refrigerator.

"What are you looking for?" Angel wondered.

"Just lookin'," Spike shrugged. "Ya know, Peaches, if you want me to stick around, you've got to get more food."

Angel sighed. "Fine." He turned back to the microwave to get the mugs of blood. He handed one to Spike. Then he watched in a mixture of disgust and fascination when Spike put a gob of whipped cream into the cup. "That's revolting," he .

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"Don't knock it if ya haven't tried it," Spike replied with a grin. He found a spoon and stirred up the concoction and Angel was sure he was going to be ill. Spike laughed at Angel's expression, "I swear, though, you find the strangest things revolting. Think about what revolting things you fight every day!"

"That's different!" Angel protested.

"How?" Spike asked.

Angel couldn't come up with a response.

"That's what I thought," Spike said with a nod. He gulped down half the blood quickly and smiled. "Not bad, human for once?"

"Cordelia got it for me, as one of my birthday gifts," Angel explained.

"Oh, does that also explain the bunny slippers?" Spike wondered.

Angel shuddered. "Yeah," He replied.

Spike chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll protect you," he teased.

"Fuck you," Angel muttered with a scowl.

Spike laugherderrder at that. "I think that could be arranged," he said with a smirk. He downed the rest of his blood and stalked up to Angel slowly. He pulled Angel's head down for a kiss and stroked Angel's cock lightly with one hand.

Angel growled into Spike's mouth. "Spike," he gasped, pulling his head away.

Spike grinned and turned them around. He jumped up on the counter to get better access and pulled Angel closer. He nibbled and sucked on his sire's earlobe as he continued to stroke Angel's cock. He growled when Angel returned the favor, as he licked and bit at the skin of his childe's throat.

Spike chuckled when Angel whimpered, obviously very close to coming. "I want you to fuck me, Angel," he growled in Angel's ear. "I want to feel you inside me, NOW."

Angel groaned and his eyes shot open. He looked into his boy's eyes, questioningly. He didn't see any hesitation or doubt in them. "But I don't have--"

Spike nodded to the whipped cream.

Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Live a little," Spike urged. He jumped off the counter and walked over to the tabHe bHe bent over it and wiggled his ass in the air. "Come on, I'm waiting, ya wanker."

Angel growled at the beautiful sight in frof hof him. He had wanted to be inside his childe all evening, but he hadn't wanted to hurt him. But now that Spike had taken care of the lube problem... Angel shrugged and decided he wasn't going to try to talk Spike out of it.

Spike looked over his shoulder to see Angel walking up to him. Angel scooped some whipped cream onto his hand and Spike laid his forehead against the table, waiting. He hissed at the feeling of the cold substance smeared between the cheeks of his ass. He spread his legs further apart in encouragement.

Spike hissed and Angel grinned. He hadn't even started yet. He parted his boy's ass cheeks with one hand and with the other, he used a finger to tease around his childe's opening.

"Stop teasing," Spike muttered as he felt a finger circling his hole. It was removed and he growled in disappointment. "ANGELUS!" He yelled in surprise, as a cold, lubricated finger pushed its way inside his ass.

Angel bit his lower lip at the sound of his boy's pleasure. He removed the finger and then covered another with the whipped cream. Spike had time to beg him, before Angel thrust two fingers into Spike's tight passage.

"AHHHHH," Spike groaned. "Pleaseyespleasedon'tstop," he whimpered as Angel began fucking him with his fingers, hitting that perfect spot, repeatedly. He moaned when the fingers were pulled out again.

Angel smirked at his childe's moan. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to feel himself buried inside his boy. He coated his cock with the whipped cream and then grabbed Spike's hips, holding him steady. He pushed inside Spike's tight hole, slowly. "Gods, Spike, you're so tight," he growled.

Spike couldn't form coherent words at the moment. He was in heaven at the combination of pleasure/pain caused by his sire entering him ever so slowly. He whimpered something, but wasn't certain it was English.

Angel chuckled at the completely new language Spike had invented. He was finally completely sheathed inside his childe and paused to collect himself again. He growled when Spike squeezed his muscles around his shaft. He nearly spilled his semen inside his boy, he had to reach between them and pinch the base of his cock to hold off his orgasm. "Spike?"

"Stop talking and fuck me," Spike groaned. For the first time, in a very long time, he finally felt like he was where he belonged. After all, whether Spike liked it or not, this is one of the reasons Angelus had made him. To be his. "Oh gods," He whimpered when Angelus finally began moving inside him. Slow withdrawals, followed by quick, hard thrusts back inside him. "Angel, don't stop, harder, please" he gasped.

Angel growled deep in his throat and pulled Spike's head back by the hair. He whispered, "Mine," and began slamming harder inside Spike's hole.

Spike groaned as Angel started fucking him harder. "Yours," he conceded. "Just. Don't. Fucking. Stop. Feels. So. Damn. Good."

Angel felt his orgasm approaching all too quickly and slipped into gameface. He sank his fangs into Spike's neck and the minute the blood hit his throat, he climaxed, snarling and growling. He heard Spike's howl in response to the bite and offered his wrist.

Spike came hard at the sensation of his sire's teeth tearing into his throat. When Angel offered his own blood, Spike didn't think twice. He grabbed Angel's arm and sank his teeth into the vein at the wrist. He moaned at the taste of his sire's blood, as Angel continued to pound into him.

Angel collapsed onto Spike's back, sated. He realized he was purring and he smiled. He was happy, happier than he'd been in a long time. It was a safe happy, however. He was certain now that he wouldn't lose his soul with Spike. He didn't feel like a man, he felt like what he was. A vampire, a sire, one whose childe wanted him even with a soul.

He wondered if Spike would always have been willing to accept him like this. He didn't know the answer and he doubted that Spike would see the relevance in the question. He had to admit it wasn't all that important a question, anyway. He couldn't change what had happened. Even though he wished he had that century back to do over again, he would never be granted that wish. All
he could do was spend at least the next century with his favorite childe, making up for lost time.