Something in Mind

Angel was fast asleep on his bed, pale skin awash with light from his moonlit windows. The night was warm, and the sheets were down to his hips, leaving his massive, naked back exposed to the air. The shift of pressure on the bed made Angel wake up a moment before a cool liquid spilled onto his back. He instinctively went to sit up, but a hand on his shoulder pushed him back down.



"Lay down," a husky voice commanded. Angel felt Spike slide a thigh over his backside, straddling him, and groaned, momentarily burying his face into his pillow. Spike made a self-satisfied sort of rumbling noise and then began massaging the cool liquid into Angel's back. Angel's skin quickly became slippery, and his hands nearly slide right off of him if he wasn't careful. It just meant he had to go slower, pushing his fingertips into Angel's muscles in slow circles.



Spike's hands felt wonderful on his back, but even better was the slow gyration of the younger vampire's body on top of him. Each forward movement subtly pushed his hardening dick against the mattress, and it wasn't long before he was tingling and ready to pounce.



"Not yet," Spike told him in a restrained voice, which only reinforced what the erection pressed against Angel's ass had already given away. Angel bit his bottom lip and prepared for whatever Spike was planning on doing to him tonight. He was a little disappointed when he felt Spike get off of him, but a few torturous seconds later the vampire urged him to turn over, and he eagerly complied.



When his eyes finally fell on Spike, he was left speechless. Spike's slender, naked body settled on top of him again, this time just south of his lap. Angel hissed at the delicious sight of Spike's dick, fully hard and glistening with precum – or maybe Spike had just stroked himself with a slick hand. Angel grabbed onto Spike's hips to draw him in, but the vampire resisted, putting a hand on Angel's shoulders.



"Not yet," Spike repeated, just about panting. "I've got another thing in mind right now."



Angel arched his hips, rocking Spike suggestively, but otherwise remained compliant to the younger vampire's whim. Spike moved his hand from Angel's shoulder to the mattress beside him for support, arched over his lover's body, and took himself in hand with steady, even strokes.



Angel drew in a breath, immediately realizing what Spike was up to. He moved his hands up to Spike's waist, stroking his sides and back, making the blonde arch up in pleasure and his hand falter. "Gorgeous," Angel whispered, slipping a hand down to cover Spike's, adding pressure and purpose to each stroke. Spike's eyes rolled back, then focused on the brunette beneath him again, watching those muscles move under the skin. He wanted to rub his cock against the liquid smooth skin and feel the hardness and power underneath him. At that thought, he shuddered and came, spilling onto Angel's stomach.



Even before the last drop could land on him, Angel could no longer hold back. He took himself in hand, stroking urgently, hips jerking so much that Spike had to clamp his thighs around Angel's hips to stay on. It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, the first powerful spurt hit Spike's chest, and then the rest of his come fell back onto his stomach, mingling with Spike's.



The tension left Angel's body immediately, though he still felt wound up and ready to go again in a moment. Spike seized the moment to descend on the older vampire, licking the come off of Angel's stomach as if he were starving. The ravenous assault only lasted a few seconds before Angel dragged Spike up for a kiss, licking their mixed fluids off of Spike's mouth.



With that final image in her head, Buffy suddenly woke up, panting. She sat up, finding herself slick with sweat, her body throbbing blissfully from the dream. She took deep breaths for a while, then finally laid back down, at first to go to sleep but then kept awake by the vividness of her dream.



"I don't know whether or not to hope that was a slayer premonition," Buffy muttered to herself.