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How to Treat Your
Lover
by Tami
Chapter 13
Step 1: Infatuation (Part 13)
The week passed by slowly. As Spike’s back healed, the intimacy between him and Angel became more intense. What had started that first night as a mutual need and light passionate kisses had escalated into a near-drugged ecstasy. It felt as if they were making up for the lost time that they were apart.
After the mutual masturbation that first night, Angel tried to help Spike wash in the shower. Tried being the operative word because once his big hands touched his boy’s back and shoulders carefully as not to aggravate the healing skin, his dark eyes smoldered and his touch became a slow, seductive caress over the shoulders and back. As Angel took his time to relearn the planes of Spike’s torso, he softly kissed and licked the side of the blonde vampire’s neck until he sagged back against his chest.
Angel spent the rest of the time in the shower reacquainting his mouth and hands with Spike’s body. He hadn’t been this intimate with another person in a century. Ironically, the last person he touched like this was Spike. He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders while he was around his childe. It wasn’t perfect happiness, but more of a mellow sensation. He doubted he’d ever achieve ‘perfect happiness’ again, let alone with Spike. It wasn’t that Spike didn’t make him feel that; there was too much history and bad blood and his boy always kept his feet on the ground so he never lost sight of whom and what he was.
After the intimate perusal in the shower that only whetted their appetites for each other, Angel had backed off for both their sakes. If he didn’t he would have jumped Spike then and there, healing wounds or not. He knew Angelus didn’t care about any pain his boy would be in, but Angel refused to give in. No matter how much his demon taunted him.
Day 3 had them fumbling into each other in the kitchen as they heated up blood. Angel had apparently grown two left feet, bumped into Spike knocking him into the fridge, and caused him to nearly topple over. Angel’s hand shot out to grab him and hold him steady. The move made their faces and their lips mere millimeters apart. The contact of hand on skin sent a sizzling surge through Angel and by the heated look that flared in Spike’s eyes; he knew his boy felt it too.
Day 4 had Spike ready to pull out his hair he was so frustrated. Four bloody days and still nothing. I’m slowly going insane. What the hell is he waiting for? I could understand the second day, but this is bloody ridiculous. He had vampiric healing and they were only superficial gunshot wounds. Why did Angel insist on having them circle each other? Spike swore silently that if Angel didn’t make a move soon, he would knock the big lug out, tie him up, wait for him to come around and then fuck him senseless again.
It made Spike even more jumpy when he would sit on Angel’s long, soft leather sofa with the dark vampire two cushions away. He could feel his Sire’s eyes on him periodically. It was unnerving. Another night of this and he was going to be as insane as Drusilla. Finally, after two hours of trying to watch the telly and feeling the incessant staring from the other side of the couch, Spike growled and jumped to his feet.
He whirled on Angel in frustrated anger. “Either bloody well fuck me and get it over with or stop staring at me like I’m premium blood, Angelus!”
Angelus? It had been a while since Spike used his full name. Why was he upset though? Angel didn’t even realize he had been watching Spike with predatory eyes. Lately, his childe seemed restless and fidgety, and he didn’t notice that he was the cause for it.
“What are you talking about?” Angel was genuinely confused.
“Three days! Three bloody fucking days and nothing! I was shot with bullets not poison. I can still function you brainless ape! I came here to be with you because the mate-claim brought me here. I got shot in the back protecting two of my enemies including your girl. ’M a vampire, mate; I have a fast healing rate. I’m not human so it’s not like I’m goin' break under the force of sex. And, what have you done but hold off and stare at me. We’ve been circling each other for THREE DAYS. So, either strike now or I might as well go back to Sunnyhell and continue with my bloody assignment,” Spike ranted.
Had it been that long? Angel knew Spike’s sex drive was high, but he was only trying to give his childe time to heal. Now, it seemed as if the other vampire was feeling neglected or ignored. Angel stood up in front of the blonde.
“You don’t have to leave, Spike. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you, and no, I don’t mean just mean over these last few days. I was letting you heal and becoming used to another person being here. I, I like it . . . having someone else around that understands and I can be myself,” Angel said.
“Yeah? Me too! But, while you’re reveling in having me around, we’ve been languishing. If you only brought me here as a courtesy to heal me, then let me say ’preciate the hospitality, peaches. I’ll be on my way,” Spike gave a small nod and turned to leave.
Angel stood there stunned. He thought the only reason I wanted him here was to heal him. Did the mate-claim mean nothing? He had to come here and what have I done but ignore him outside of necessity? When he looked up to say something, he found empty space. Looking around frantically, he saw Spike heading to the bedroom. He went after him.
Spike walked to the bedroom to collect his duster. He’d be out of Angel’s hair in a matter of minutes. The mate-claim be damned. If his Sire wanted him here out of an obligation then that was the poof’s problem. He was going back to Sunnydale. He didn’t need nor want charity. He’d been fine on his own for a century and took care of Drusilla on top of it.
Spike stopped short when Angel’s hand wrapped around his bicep and turned him around. Vampires by definition were cool to the touch. But, Angel’s fingers on his inner arm sent a frisson of heat through his body. He looked down at the long fingers wrapped around his arm and followed the limb up to his Sire’s handsome face. His lips parted when he saw an answering desire in the dark vampire’s eyes.
Angel stared at the parted lips and groaned when he saw the pink tongue slip out to wet them. He leaned closer wanting to follow that tongue back inside. One second he was watching Spike’s tongue, imagining the possibilities of what it could do and the next he was kissing the blonde vampire, licking those same lips before sliding his tongue inside.
Spike moaned softly. He couldn’t control it, not when he was mated to this thing who was a very talented kisser. Letting his tongue slide along Angel’s, tempting the other vampire to explore further, he vaguely noticed that his Sire held his hips as he walked him backward toward the bedroom.
Once they hit the doorway, Angel gripped Spike’s shirt, tugged it out of the waistband of his jeans and whipped over the blonde head. His hands settled on his boy’s neck, caressing his fingertips on the sensitive spot behind the ear and his thumb along the jaw line and resumed the kiss.
As he deepened it, Spike unbuttoned Angel’s shirt and pushed it over his shoulders. He shrugged out of the shirt and started progressing closer to the bed. They kicked off their shoes and began working on each other’s pants. The dark vampire had just tugged the blonde’s pants down over his hips when Spike’s knees hit the side of the bed and he fell back on it. His hands were in Angel’s waistband with the pants open when he pulled the larger vampire down with him.
Angel’s body pressed his into the mattress as he maneuvered his jeans off. When they were low enough, Spike kicked them off and drew his knees up so that the other vampire’s hips were cradled between his thighs. The bigger body was grinding against him as he tried to pull the zipper down on Angel’s pants. His Sire was kissing and licking his neck before taking tiny nips at the sensitive flesh. Bloody hell this was too much!
“Angel!” Spike groaned even as he turned his head to give Angel better access. “I can’t get your pants off like this, mate.”
Angel mumbled something incoherent against his neck, even with enhanced hearing Spike couldn’t make it out. Then, he pulled back and growled softly against the blonde’s ear, “Fuck, Spike, it’s been too long. All these years, those dreams I’ve been having about us. The way it used to be and now you’re here.”
“Yeah, I’m here. Now, about these pants of yours; if we’re going to do this it would be better if they were off.” Spike tugged at the pants in question for emphasis.
Angel climbed off of Spike and stood up. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and wiggled out of them. While he took his clothes off, he watched Spike with a predatory gaze as the blonde moved up on the bed to lie against the pillows and stare back at him.
Kicking the pants out of the way, Angel climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled up Spike’s body until they were nose to nose with each other. He still couldn’t believe his boy was here. It had only been a week, but the newness hadn’t worn off yet. He had dreamt about Spike – or William – for months now and a majority of those dreams were shared due to the claim. But, finally he had Spike here, in his bed, naked and ready and able and . . . oh, God, what if he did lose his soul? What if what he told Giles had been a lie and the past didn’t matter? What if the claims had somehow righted everything and he made love with Spike now and unleashed Angelus? What if . . .?
“Angel? I can’t believe you are brooding now of all times,” Spike said in exasperation. He had felt it the moment Angel started thinking way too much. Here he was in Angel’s bed with a very naked Angel against his very naked body and the ponce was brooding. What was there to worry about at a time like this?
“I’m sorry, Spike. It’s just that some things kind of hit me at the moment. Do you think this the right thing to do? What I mean to say is --” Angel stammered
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Angel, you can’t be serious. You have a very hot, delectable me in your bed and you have an attack of sainthood now? I can’t believe this!” Spike’s head fell back against the pillows.
Angel frowned as he watched Spike throw himself back on the bed. Was he hurting Spike with the claims? He knew what he thought and what he told Giles about not turning evil with Spike because the circumstances between them were different. But, what happens if he’s wrong?
Would you stop brooding already and fuck him? Angelus growled inside him.
Right . . . I make love with Spike and then you come out to play. How is that any good? Angel asked.
I promise. I won’t come out. I don’t see how since you’ve upset Spike and pissed me off. Listen boyo, we haven’t been laid in years. Not since that little blonde Slayer you have a hard on so much for. Now that my boy’s here, you’re wasting time brooding over nothing. Let’s get to the hot piece of ass waiting for us shall we?
You’re the crudest demon I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting, you know that? And that’s saying something because Spike’s right up there on the list in the crude department.
I’m Angelus. What’s the excuse you give for your dark thoughts, hmm? Angelus smirked.
When you two are done discussing the implications of fucking me, let me know. ’Cause I have a major hard on ready and waiting for whoever wins, Spike’s inner voice broke in.
See? You’re going to pass that up? I swear I won’t show my ugly side. You can trust me, Angelus said sincerely.
. . . Said the Big Bad Wolf to the gentler twin. Why should I believe the word of a soulless demon? Angel asked.
Hey! I’m a soulless demon and you listen to me, except when you don’t, like now, Spike’s inner voice popped in.
Angelus gave an exasperated sigh and growled, Fine! If you don’t fuck him now then I will come out and wreck whatever life you have built for yourself. Now take him!
Okay, that’s it! I’m feeling peer pressured into this by you and Spike’s inner voice. If I develop performance anxiety I know who to blame. Angel said.
Oh for the love of – Spike and Angelus growled in unison.
“Angel, would you stop brooding for one minute and think about this? I’m not some 16-year-old schoolgirl who can make you forget who you are. We’re demons. I can’t change the past or make it go away. If you want me to, I’ll whisper all the nasty things you ever did as Angelus while we fuck, if it’ll get you inside me any faster,” Spike promised.
Are we back in the game yet? Angelus asked tiredly.
Angel gave Spike a heated look in which he tried to convey his feelings toward the blonde’s sentiment. That his boy would go to such lengths to please him. Okay, so it was also so Spike could get laid. But, he was willing to ease his worries over the whole thing. That was good right?
Well? Angelus sounded annoyed.
“Well? Hot little bod here just waiting for the attention that’ll be coming my way any moment now,” Spike sounded annoyed.
Angel stayed silent, but not still. He watched Spike through smoldering eyes as he moved down between his legs. Wrapping his big hand around Spike’s shaft, Angel ran his tongue along the underside from the sac to the tip and back.
Fuck! Angel had never done that before. Not as Angelus anyway. It had always been about his pleasure not Spike’s. This was so bloody hot, watching his Sire slowly licking his cock. He never thought he’d see Angel like this. They’ve always had very definite roles of Sire/Childe. You didn’t mess with those roles. Jesus! What’s he doing now? Spike blinked to try and refocus his crossed eyes to watch Angel.
Angel had opened his lips around the head of Spike’s cock and was licking the underside of the rim. He had to hold his boy down when his hips bucked up. After he teased the head for a few moment, he sucked a little more of the shaft inside and laved at the skin, tasting the skin, relishing the flavor that was Spike.
Spike was trying hard to watch. It was an awesome sight: his Sire servicing his needs for once. This was unbelievable. Angelus must be choking and gagging at the way Angel was going about this. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sensation of the other vampire sucking more of the length into his mouth. When he finally hit the back of his Sire’s throat, his eyes went wide.
“Fuck! Angel!” Spike’s body tightened when Angel started rubbing his tongue against his dick and sucking it, making it feel like a massage. Definitely never did that before.
Spike was still staring in awe at the sight when he felt Angel’s big fingers brush against his anal opening. The slight touch made him jerk up and bury his cock down the older vampire’s throat.
“Angel!” Spike growled.
Angel heard him; he was just busy with other things at the moment. He felt Spike’s body shaking in small tremors under him. He would have smirked at the idea of unhinging his boy, but his mouth was full. Instead, he set about teasing the blonde in other ways. His fingers brushed against Spike’s entrance and wiggled just inside the tight ring.
Spike couldn’t remember what he said that brought this passion on, but he couldn’t say that he was disappointed. Was that . . . ? Oh, God! Spike shuddered when he felt Angel’s fingers enter his body. Angelus had to be driving behind Angel’s wheel. It was kind of strange. Angel was still souled and he was the one doing the action, but Angelus was inside him. Spike could talk to him when he slipped inside his Sire’s mind.
Angel worked his fingers inside Spike’s tightly puckered ring as he continued to taste and tease his childe. After a few moments, he worked in a second finger and scissored them gently in an attempt to stretch the opening, preparing his boy. He sucked up off the shaft, stroked the length and continued to watch Spike as he wiggled a third finger inside, searching for his boy’s pleasure point.
“ANGEL!” Spike screamed, signifying that he must have found it.
Angel gave him a patented Angelus smirk and continued to tease the nub with his fingertips as he slowly, deliberately stroked Spike’s cock. He watched as the other vampire’s body rocked with him in the ebb and flow motion of gently breaking waves. Spike’s eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back against the pillows, his back arched and his hips rocking between Angel’s fingers and fisted hand.
“Annnngggeeelll… oh yeah….” Spike groaned, fisting the sheets, lost in the throes.
“Like this, Spike?” Angel asked as he kept the blonde on edge.
“Fuck, Angel… what are you doing? I was just thinking of a quick fuck to take the edge off,” Spike groaned as he rolled his hips in an attempt to get better friction.
“This is me, Spike, Angel, not Angelus. I will never fuck you and it will never be quick. I can guarantee that,” Angel said solemnly.
Angel’s words went straight to Spike’s dick and he shuddered even harder. “Angel, please.”
Angel sat up and watched Spike in his euphoria. His boy was beautiful to behold, but then he always was. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled his fingers from Spike and used them to position the head of his cock against the entrance. He leaned over his childe’s body, and released the hold on the blonde’s shaft. Raising his hands to Spike’s face, he directed his head to look him in the eyes.
“Spike, this is really going to happen. I just pray that Angelus keeps his word, but should I lose my soul after this, you have to promise me, you’ll do whatever you have to, make sure I don’t hurt anyone,” Angel said seriously.
“Peaches, one: you won’t lose your soul; two, you do realize you said I, not he or him? But, I promise, I’ll chain you up until we can get Red to do the spell again. But, nothing’s going to happen and nothing will at this rate. I want you inside me . . . now,” Spike grated the last words out in a fit of sexual frustration.
“You always were a demanding little fuck, I often wondered why I kept you around for so long,” Angel teased.
“Because I’m bloody gorgeous and charming, you couldn’t resist me,” Spike smirked.
“Oh, yeah . . . now I remember.”
Angel reached down and guided his cock into Spike’s body with such ease it was like they hadn’t been apart for the last century. It was familiar, home. The feeling only lent more fuel to the need to stake his claim all over again. With that thought, he gripped Spike’s hip tighter and thrust his cock in hard and fast, causing the other vampire’s body to jerk up and bow under him.
“Oh … Fuck yeah!” Spike groaned at the show of dominance in the thrust. Now if he could just bring more of that out in Angel, this would be perfect.
Spike pulled his legs down and flipped them over so that he was straddling Angel’s hips. From there, he laid his hands on the muscled chest under him and, using the leverage, started bouncing on Angel’s shaft. Once he found a comfortable rhythm, he sped up his movements and thrust down hard, taking his Sire completely inside his body.
Angel stared up at Spike as he helped to guide his hips. Angelus was growling inside him because he had allowed Spike to push him over and be on top. Angelus hated it, he wanted to force Spike to his hands and knees and slam his boy into orgasm with forceful thrusts. Yep, no true happiness here .
Spike was lost in his own passion, bouncing on Angel. The shaft sliding in and out and bumping the nub inside, teasing him was the greatest thing in the world right now. He wasn’t even paying attention to Angel. So, it came as a surprised when he found himself pushed off his Sire and flipped onto his hands and knees with Angel driving deep inside his body.
“God, Angel! Give a bloke some warning first,” Spike said as he felt Angel pump his hips against him.
“Oh, come on, Spikey, what would be the fun in that? Especially, when I can bend you over and fuck you like this?” Angel teased.
A bit of niggling suspicion that Angelus had come out to play teased Spike’s mind, but it was forgotten when Angel picked up a rhythm in his steady thrusts, pounding hard and fast into him. He wasn’t about to say anything against it, being that it seemed to take forever to get his Sire to this point.
“A little to the left,” Spike directed. When Angel shifted position and the battering strokes hit his prostate every time, Spike closed his eyes to ride out the incredible feeling.
“This is better than I remember,” Angel whispered in Spike’s ear, his voice husky from arousal.
“Don’t go getting happiness ideas about it, I’d hate to have to stake the one marvelous fuck I’ve had in ages,” Spike snickered.
“No of course not . . . oh God, Spike! Gonna come soon!” Angel growled as his hips slapped against Spike’s ass faster and their sacs were bouncing against each other on alternating thrusts.
“Yeah, Angel, do it,” Spike encouraged. He stiffened his body for Angel’s thrusts that repeated bumped against his pleasure point.
Angel ground his hips to get his cock deeper inside Spike and then leaned over his back and bit into his previous mark on his childe’s neck, reopening the wound and the claims again. Spike arched against him when he felt his Sire’s fangs penetrate his jugular and growled as he came from the bite and the cock still pumping inside him.
Angel retracted his fangs and licked the wound closed. He pulled out of Spike and lay beside him before pulling the blonde over his chest. He tilted his head to the side baring Spike’s mark to him and silently encouraged him to finish the claim.
Without hesitation, the blonde shifted into his demon and struck. His fangs slid into his Sire’s flesh so easily and then he was drinking the familiar blood in big gulps. It was almost as good as the orgasm he had just had. After the few several large swallows, he took the potent blood in sips until Angel tugged on his hair and growled at him to stop. He released his Sire’s neck and closed the wound.
“That was brilliant, pet,” Spike said languidly, still high from the Sire’s blood.
“Yeah, it was,” Angel agreed.
“Could do it again, only next time without so much of the brooding,” Spike said the corners of his mouth quirked up in a grin.
“Spike?” Angel said hesitantly.
“Yeah?” Spike looked over at him.
“When you go back to Sunnydale I want you to do something for me,” Angel hedged.
“Already baby sitting your girl. What more do you want?” Spike inquired.
“Get out of the cemetery. Move to the apartment.”
“No.”
“Why not? It’s dark, dank, very little sunlight, just like your crypt only cleaner,” Angel explained.
“Because it’s where you took the Slayer’s virginity, pillock. I’m not living there. Besides what would she say if she knew that I was living there,” Spike reasoned.
“Fine then, move to the mansion on Crawford Street. I want you out of that crypt, Spike. I didn’t say it as a first choice because I know the memories there aren’t good. But it’s better than the cemetery,” Angel explained.
“Yes, Sire,” Spike teased.
“Good. Now that that’s settled, it’s one less thing I have to worry about,” Angel said bemused.
“Uh, Angel? Just who’s going to pay for the mansion? I mean a bloke like me has needs. TV, entertainment, and blood since you won’t let me feed,” Spike inquired.
“We’ll take care of it when we go back to Sunnydale,” Angel said tiredly.
“Whatever you say,” Spike said hiding the smirk that crept across his lips. |
