A Very Good Night
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AtS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,681
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3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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A Very Good Night
A VERY GOOD NIGHT
SMACK! The sound of an open palm striking bare flesh echoed throughout Angel’s office and into the darkened lobby of Wolfram and Hart. The clock on the wall chimed 3am and even though the building was deserted, Angel would not cry out, biting his tongue and tightening his hands around the edges of his desk for support.
“Had enough, Master Liam?” Spike asked in proper Queen’s English as he licked his lips and adjusted the bulge in his pants. The sight of Angel splayed out over the desk, pants around his knees, ass cheeks reddening slowly, made Spike harder by the minute.
“Y-yess..” the big vampire hissed from between clenched teeth. “I’m… sorry… Mr. Pratt.”
Spike’s eyes rolled and he shuddered at the sound of Angel formally calling him ‘Mr. Pratt’. It wasn’t often that the poof allowed him to play teacher to his schoolboy and he intended to make the most of it. Undoing his pants, Spike let his cock spring free and moved behind Angel.
Angel tensed when Spike nudged his weeping shaft against his ass cheeks and was rewarded with another hard slap on his already stinging flesh.
“Let me in, Liam,” Spike warned, “or there will be more punishment.”
A shiver ran down Angel’s spine at the thought of another slap and he groaned as his cock strained and throbbed against his belly. Already relaxed and slick from an earlier reaming, the dark vampire granted Spike access to his most intimate place once again.
“Good lad,” Spike purred as he spread Angel’s cheeks, kneading the pliant flesh before he lined up his cock and slid home.
Angel gasped when he was breached but was soon moaning and pushing back onto Spike’s cock; the feel of his childe inside him was overwhelming.
Spike rewarded his sire by angling himself so that his shaft struck Angel’s prostate with every languid thrust, losing himself in their blood bond as they fucked.
Unfortunately, a slow, sweet coupling was not to be theirs as voices approached and cart wheels squeaked. Spike’s eyes snapped open and Angel stilled at the sounds.
“Bloody fuck!” Spike groaned and Angel silently agreed. They had forgotten about the cleaners.
Reaching around Angel’s hips, Spike fumbled for the big vampire’s leaking and straining cock and jerked it roughly, two, three times as he erratically thrust into Angel’s friction-warmed opening. Both vampires bit the inside of their lip to keep from screaming as they spilled, Spike high into Angel’s bowels and Angel into Spike’s hand and onto the carpet.
Hastily pulling up their pants, the duo hurried toward the lift and inside, grateful to be out of sight of the cleaning crew. They listened carefully as the staff went about their duties silently, thankful that the demons did their work efficiently and left quickly.
Angel let out a sigh of relief and pressed the button for the penthouse. When the lift whined and lurched into action, he grabbed Spike by the scruff of his neck, drawing him close.
“Next time, Spikey,” Angel growled into the blond’s face, “your ass is MINE!"
Spike smirked and wriggled against Angel in delight. “So, Liam,” he taunted, “learned ya lesson, ya did, yeah?”
Angel snarled and slammed into Spike, effectively pinning him against the cold metal wall. He pressed his growing erection into Spike’s groin and purred into his ear. “Yes, Mr. Pratt. Lesson learned, but Master Liam has something he wants to show you.”
Spike closed his eyes and moaned as the lift doors opened. It had been a good night so far, a very good night, indeed.
~ fin ~
SMACK! The sound of an open palm striking bare flesh echoed throughout Angel’s office and into the darkened lobby of Wolfram and Hart. The clock on the wall chimed 3am and even though the building was deserted, Angel would not cry out, biting his tongue and tightening his hands around the edges of his desk for support.
“Had enough, Master Liam?” Spike asked in proper Queen’s English as he licked his lips and adjusted the bulge in his pants. The sight of Angel splayed out over the desk, pants around his knees, ass cheeks reddening slowly, made Spike harder by the minute.
“Y-yess..” the big vampire hissed from between clenched teeth. “I’m… sorry… Mr. Pratt.”
Spike’s eyes rolled and he shuddered at the sound of Angel formally calling him ‘Mr. Pratt’. It wasn’t often that the poof allowed him to play teacher to his schoolboy and he intended to make the most of it. Undoing his pants, Spike let his cock spring free and moved behind Angel.
Angel tensed when Spike nudged his weeping shaft against his ass cheeks and was rewarded with another hard slap on his already stinging flesh.
“Let me in, Liam,” Spike warned, “or there will be more punishment.”
A shiver ran down Angel’s spine at the thought of another slap and he groaned as his cock strained and throbbed against his belly. Already relaxed and slick from an earlier reaming, the dark vampire granted Spike access to his most intimate place once again.
“Good lad,” Spike purred as he spread Angel’s cheeks, kneading the pliant flesh before he lined up his cock and slid home.
Angel gasped when he was breached but was soon moaning and pushing back onto Spike’s cock; the feel of his childe inside him was overwhelming.
Spike rewarded his sire by angling himself so that his shaft struck Angel’s prostate with every languid thrust, losing himself in their blood bond as they fucked.
Unfortunately, a slow, sweet coupling was not to be theirs as voices approached and cart wheels squeaked. Spike’s eyes snapped open and Angel stilled at the sounds.
“Bloody fuck!” Spike groaned and Angel silently agreed. They had forgotten about the cleaners.
Reaching around Angel’s hips, Spike fumbled for the big vampire’s leaking and straining cock and jerked it roughly, two, three times as he erratically thrust into Angel’s friction-warmed opening. Both vampires bit the inside of their lip to keep from screaming as they spilled, Spike high into Angel’s bowels and Angel into Spike’s hand and onto the carpet.
Hastily pulling up their pants, the duo hurried toward the lift and inside, grateful to be out of sight of the cleaning crew. They listened carefully as the staff went about their duties silently, thankful that the demons did their work efficiently and left quickly.
Angel let out a sigh of relief and pressed the button for the penthouse. When the lift whined and lurched into action, he grabbed Spike by the scruff of his neck, drawing him close.
“Next time, Spikey,” Angel growled into the blond’s face, “your ass is MINE!"
Spike smirked and wriggled against Angel in delight. “So, Liam,” he taunted, “learned ya lesson, ya did, yeah?”
Angel snarled and slammed into Spike, effectively pinning him against the cold metal wall. He pressed his growing erection into Spike’s groin and purred into his ear. “Yes, Mr. Pratt. Lesson learned, but Master Liam has something he wants to show you.”
Spike closed his eyes and moaned as the lift doors opened. It had been a good night so far, a very good night, indeed.
~ fin ~