Fic: The Assassin - Spangel AU - FRAO

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Title: The Assassin 2/3
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
Note: AU, Transgender (Lets pretend trans-woman can cum, okay?)
Summary: A peek in an assassin's life.



Part Seven

Nondescript Motel, Los Angeles

Angel and Spike entered their room and immediately, Spike went for the bed and plopped down, skirt, riding up higher as he raised his leg a little. “Could you please act accordingly?” Angel sighed exasperatedly, as he moved closer to Spike and bent down a little to tug the skirt lower.

“Wot? It’s not like you can see anything you’re not ‘sposed ta see.” Spike said, voice muffled by his arm.

“I won’t even dignify that with an answer.” Angel said as he lay down next to him, leaving their bags by the bedside table.

Moving closer to Angel, Spike scooted until he was half on top of Angel. Dropping a kiss to the bigger man’s neck, “Well, we could dignify something else right here.” Spike said, hand running down the length of Angel’s torso down to his crotch, massaging his balls.

Catching Spike’s hand before it goes lower, Angel uses his other hand to cup the back of Spike’s head, urging her to look into his eyes. “I don’t think we should do this just yet.”

Spike stares deep into those brown orbs. Seeing something she couldn’t decipher in his eyes, she lets out a sigh and brings her hands back up, curling along Angel’s neck. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?”

Angel lets out a chuckle, shaking his head, “I do want you. God, I want you so bad! But seriously, after seeing that butcher and seeing those carcasses hooked up in his freezer, you’re still in the mood for some?”

Spike draws back both her arms and crosses them over Angel’s broad chest, leaning her head on it. “You got a point right there, luv. It is kinda gross.”

Another chuckle escaped Angel and maneuvered them until they’re both on their sides, facing each other. Reaching for her leg, Angel hooked it over his waist and let out a contented sigh.

“We can just do this for the moment.” Angel pulled her closer to his body. Spike tightened her thigh on his waist.

“Yeah, this is good. For the meantime.”

Just as they were about to fall asleep, a shrill ring from the bed side table stunned them both, instantly awake. Both let out curses and let out a small laugh, Angel turned a little bit and grabs the phone before settling back to their previous position and flipping the phone open.

/Hello, Mr. Morgan, I believe I can’t send the files to you, seeing as your previous house is a wreck. /

“Yeah, about that, I’ll go to your office tomorrow or we can meet tonight for dinner.” Angel said as he leaned back and pulled Spike to his chest.

“Okay, 8pm. Same place as before? Okay, I’ll see you there.”

Turning his attention to Spike, Angel dropped a kiss on his upturned nose, “So, I guess we’re going out for dinner date later.”

Spike smirked and straddled Angel, she was about to lean down for a kiss, this time it was Spike’s phone that broke the silence. “Godfuckingdamnit!”

Angel chuckled and reached over the nightstand to grab Spike’s smart phone. “It’s your dad. You can’t not answer it,”

Spike rolled her eyes and took the call. “Dad… yes, I know. We can’t. We have a dinner date later. Okay… wot d’ya mean I don’t spend enough time?! We just saw each other less than 24 hours ago! … Okay fine. We’ll head over there after our dinner. Okay yes I promise… why?! FINE!”

Handing the phone to Angel, Spike stalked towards the bathroom. “My dad wants a word with you…”

Angel chuckled and put the phone to his ear. “Mr. McDonald? Yes… okay, Lindsey, Yes. Oh, not really I’m not sure at the moment. But we’ll… oh yes! Of course. Okay, we’ll head over as soon as we’re done with dinner. Okay, thanks Lindsey.”

Spike peeked from the bathroom just in time to see Angel placed his phone back to the table. “So, what’d he want to talk to you about?”

“Same thing he talked to you about. Just a different wording. But I kinda promised him we’d go to his office as soon as we’re done with dinner.” Angel said as he moved slowly towards Spike.

“Great, you’re setting dates with my dad. Next thing I’ll know, he’ll be ditching Hammie and you two will be shacking up.”

After a few more bantering, they shower together. Angel took the time to appreciate the way Spike’s body moves. Not a single part of her body remotely resembles a man’s except for the obvious. Her breasts looks firm and the perky nipples are just begging to be licked and nipped. Lathering his partner’s body, Angel paid special attention to the other person’s dangly bits and perky breasts, making Spike moan in delight. Soon enough, instead of getting clean, they both got dirty real quick.

Angel ran his hands along Spike’s side, leaning in for a kiss. Spike wrapped both arms around the larger man, hooking on leg over his hips, grinding their groins together. “I can’t wait for the moment when I can finally give myself wholly to you.” Spike moaned

“Hey, I could care less whether you have dick and balls or labia. I’m content as long as you’re you.” Angel said, grabbing Spike’s other thigh and immediately, she wrapped both legs around him.

“I want you inside me, Angel.”

Angel fumbled with the small complimentary conditioner and slicked up his fingers. Slipping one finger in, both of them let out a loud moan. “God, you’re fucking tight!” Angel exclaimed. Spike’s fingernails were leaving crescent marks on his shoulder. Soon one finger turned into two, and then three until both were panting from exertion and pleasure.

“Luv, I’m ready. I want you in me. Now.” Spike panted, hooking one arm on Angel’s neck while using the other to line his cock to her opening.

A loud ground escaped the occupants of the small bathroom as soon as she’s fully impaled. “Godfuckingdamnit!”

Angel turned around and pinned her to the wall, breathing harshly, his whole body tense, forcing himself to keep still when all he want to do right now is thrust and thrust and thrust. “Move, luv.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He started slowly, Spike moaning every time he rubs against that magical spot inside of her, sending electric shocks all over her body. “Touch yourself. I wanna see you cum.”

Spike did as she was told, fisting her cock, it didn’t take long from the combined stimulation she was getting to feel the familiar tingle in her loins. Angel felt her channel spasm, knowing she was close; he shifted a little, making sure that every thrust hit her right where she felt most pleasure. Hitting her over sensitized glands over and over made her come hard. Her back arching and gripping his cock tightly in his walls, she exploded over their stomachs; her fingers digging onto Angel’s shoulder. “FUCK!” Spike exclaimed.

Angel stopped his movements. Thankful for the pain her fingernails caused to wade off his impending orgasm, which was exceptionally challenging, considering the still continuing rhythmic clenching of her channel. “Oh my god, it feels like you’re drawing me deeper inside you.”

Letting out a breathless laugh, Spike clenched tightly earning her a hiss, “I love feeling you inside me. But I think it’s time we finish, or else we won’t able to meet your handler in time.”

“Yeah?” Angel nuzzled her neck, “You think you can make me cum?”

“I know I can make you cum. You just have great self control.” Spike replied, clenching and unclenching repeatedly around him, “If I’m correct, you’re really a hair’s breath away from cumming.”

“So smug.” Angel said, his voice a little strained. He was so close to cumming that it literally hurts.

”Hmm…” Spike licked the shell of his ear, nipping it a little, “I want you to come inside me, luv. I wanna feel your cum bathing my insides. I wanna feel it drip slowly down my thighs. I want to feel it so deep inside of me that it’ll remind me for days to come about how good it feel to have you. I wonder what people would think if they saw me walking with my short skirt and something translucent is slowly making its way down my… uuuugh.”

Angel couldn’t stave it off any longer. The images she was painting in his mind pushed him over the edge. Pushing himself as deeply as he could in her, he shot his load. “Oh fuck!”

The orgasm shocked them both, leaving Angel’s legs feeling like jelly. Bracing both arms on the tiled walls, Angel panted harshly, trying to catch his breath. Spike slowly untangled her legs from around the large man and stood on unsteady legs. “I think my legs are dead.” Chuckling, Angel turned them both underneath the spray of water for a quick rinse.

Spike was still in the shower when Angel came back in with extra towels, “So, what are you gonna wear for tonight?”

“Can you not be so excited?” Spike said as she moved to get out, “You’ll see it later.”

Angel handed her the fluffy towel before drawing her into a kiss. “So, why did you get so pissed off when you got a phone call at Wesley’s?”

Letting out a sigh, he looked at Spike then pulled her to him, running his hands over her breast, circling the bruise he left when he gave her the hickey before going lower and fondling her balls. “I don’t know the caller, but she said that I’d better be careful because the next thing I might be doing is spilling my blood on the floor in my motel room.”

Spike nodded, she grabbed Angel’s wrist to stop him from his ministration, “Peaches, believe me when I say, you don’t want to get me worked up again. I don’t even think I can get it up again after the fun we had a while ago.”

“We haven’t even fucked properly yet, and you’re telling me you’re tired already?” Angel chuckled, pulling away from Spike and heading back by the beds to spread out his clothes.

“I’ll show you the extent of my stamina later, luv. But right now, I need my dick behaving because I’ll be wearing something that’ll draw people’s attention to me. And make the guys collective jaws drop and girls turn green in envy.”

Italian Restaurant, Quarter to 8 in the evening

Spike and Angel sat at a table, sharing a bottle of wine. Both were talking about the meeting they’re going to be having with Spike’s dad later when a well-dressed English man cleared his throat.

Angel looked up and smiled, standing up; he extended his hand out for a shake which was shook with great enthusiasm in return. “Mr. Giles. Good evening. Please have a seat.”

Giles nodded and sat down with them. “Mr. Morgan. Forgive our boss for being unable to come tonight personally. Things have been hectic at the company. You may have experienced a breach in our security yesterday afternoon.”

Angel nodded, understanding now, fully how the crash team was able to locate him. “This is my date, Spike.” He motioned to Spike, who was wearing a black form fitting dress with a plunging neckline, the bruise Angel left on her left breast showing prominently.

Spike nodded her acknowledgement and soon Angel and Giles were talking about things that she has no idea about. Her mind began drifting off. She was snapped out of her reverie when Giles stood up and shook hands with Angel after handing him a nondescript folder.

“Well, it’s done, I have the file now, we’ll read it later when we get back to the motel, but before that” Angel look down at his watch, “We’d best head over to your dad’s office. We don’t want him sending in the cavalry if we’re a minute late.”

Letting out a chuckle and dropping a kiss to Angel’s neck, Spike took her purse and got her phone out. Dialing her dad, she informed him that they’re about to leave the restaurant and will be going straight to his office while Angel called for their bill.

After paying their bill, Angel and Spike left the restaurant and hopped in Angel’s car.

On the drive to Wolfram and Hart’s Los Angeles office, Spike asked Angel about her pending trip to Bangkok.

“So…this trip that I’m gonna be taking. It’ll take probably a while before we can take the new merchandise for a ride…” Spike started, when her companion suddenly jerked the car to a stop. “What the fuck!”

“Please, please please PLEASE… Do not talk about sex while I’m driving. Especially since not less than 6 hours ago, we fucked so fucking good in the dingy bathroom of that motel room.” Angel said, looking her right in the eye, with a stern look.

“Ooooh! I betcha still feel that tingly all over.” Spike said as she snuggled back on her seat, running her hands over her inner thighs, “Gods, I think I still have some of your cum inside me.”

“Stop stop stop stop stop... “Angel pleaded, “We’re gonna meet your dad. I don’t wanna sport a raging hard on in front of your dad.”

“Yeah, yeah. But it’s not like you need to give a good first impression.” Spike said, closing her thighs and fishing for the folder that he placed on the back seat.

Wolfram and Hart Los Angeles Underground Parking Lot

Angel and Spike steps out of the car and both were quite loud in their argument about Spike’s preference for wearing high heels all the time.

“All I’m saying is that, given my new assignment, it’s not practical for you to go shopping for more high heeled shoes that are certified for hookers. We’ll be on hotels, attending dinner parties, yes, but we’ll be on our feet, walking, stalking, and what not. We can’t have you hobbling around in those ridiculously, impractical and deadly shoes!” Angel said as he walked over to Spike, taking her arm and hooking it to his elbow.

“Exactly! Deadly! Helpful!” Spike exclaimed, each word pointedly emphasized by Spike pushing the buttons to the elevator.

Taking Spike’s hand, Angel pulled it to his face and dropped a kiss to the knuckles. “Fine, we’ll go shopping tomorrow, after, only after I go over the files again.”

Smirking at Angel, Spike pulled his head down for a kiss. The elevator doors parted open, revealing the same busty blonde from W&H New York, clapping her hands together, she said bubbly, “Oh, great! Spikey! You guys are here!!! C’mon! Your dad is waiting in his office.” Before neither could respond, the secretary has already dragged them both into the lift.

Spike’s dress was knee length, and the neck line, plunging, framing her breast beautifully, and as they stepped out of the lift, the few remaining male employees getting ready to leave the office all turned their heads towards her until Angel’s murderous glare made them scurry away.

The door to Lindsey’s office was made of sturdy material. Angel wouldn’t be surprised to find out if there’s a metal plate in between the hard wood. The carving on the door is of a huge dragon hovering over a city. Angel noticed a small text just under the city landscape. ‘William McDonald’ He never thought that Spike would know how to do carvings. Filing that thought for later, the doors parted open revealing Spike’s dad. Angel couldn’t help the chuckle escaping him as he noticed a huge Hello Kitty stuffed toy held like a shield in front of Lindsey.

“Hi baby girl!” Lindsey said, head peeking out beside the huge cat’s head.

Angel noticed that his partner was fast becoming a clone of a tomato and he briefly wondered if she would explode like those cartoon trains which got mad. Not wanting to know whether it was possible, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. “Chill, baby.” Angel whispered to her ear before giving it a slow lick.

Snatching the stuffed toy from her father, she stalked in and plopped down on the couch.

“Spike!” “William!” Angel and Lindsey scolded simultaneously.

Part Eight

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re willingly going along with this!” Spike was pacing back and forth, arms swinging widely. “This…. THIS is not what I had in mind! I can’t believe you agreed to this, ANGEL! ANGEL?!” Looking at the man in question, she noticed that he was as relaxed as could be. “You’re not worried about this?! “

“I don’t see what’s wrong with it. It’s not like your dad is asking you to jump off the building without a parachute.” Angel said, rubbing his eyes.

Spike’s brow rose, “ANGEL!” She stomped. “This is no laughing matter!”

“No one’s laughing.” Angel interjected. “Baby, you wanna sit down? ‘Cause I don’t really think it’s fun for you to be going back and forth in those heels.”

Spike stopped pacing in front of Angel, Lindsey and Hamilton stood by watching what Spike would do, and both were quite surprised to see her take his outstretched arm and let herself be pulled down on the couch. Angel grabbed her legs, dragged them over his lap, and started massaging the slender legs.

Arching her brow, “Don’t think I can forget about everything while you’re using your fingers on me.”

“Oh, you want to bet on that?” Angel said as he started trailing his fingers up her legs. But before things could go further, or rather, before his hands could go anywhere near exciting places, a cough broke out.

“Uhm… I think we should start planning now?” Hamilton said.

Rolling her eyes, Spike faced Hamilton and her dad. “Okay, fine.”

Three and a half hours later, Lindsey, Angel, Spike and Hamilton has finally finished their impromptu meeting. All but Spike was happy about the devised plan.

“I honestly don’t get why we have to do that! Can’t we just shove that whore to the trunk of the car and drive it off to the ocean?” Spike exclaimed as she bent down to grab her coat.

“It’s for the peace of mind of your dear old dad.” Angel said, which earned him a ‘Hey, I’m not THAT old’ from Lindsey. “And besides, wouldn’t you want to get your hands on the so-called bitch that trashed my apartment?”

Spike looked thoughtful for a moment then shrugged. “Fine.”

“Are you two love birds done? I thought we were done with the whole explaining? I mean, that’s actually all we did for roughly three hours.” Hamilton said, leaning against Lindsey’s desk. All he got, however, were twin glares. Throwing both hands in the air, he made a face, went around the table, and gave his lover a kiss, reminding him to finish early because they have plans when they get back to their room.

“Okay, all’s settled. You two, scram. I have lots to do at the moment. I’ll call you both after I’ve made contact.”

“Bye, Dad.” “Bye, Lindsey.”

Angel and Spike left the Wolfram and Hart offices arguing where to go next with Spike clutching the stuffed toy to her chest as the car breezed by the nearly empty street.

“Again, how about we just head back to our motel room and sleep?” Angel said exasperatedly, stopping at a red light. “It’s almost midnight!”

Spike turned from her seat, facing Angel. “But I wanna go clubbing! I wanna dance and be pressed up against a hot and hard body…hmmm” she finished, getting a distant look in her eyes.

“You want a hot and hard body pressed up against you, eh. I’ll give you that when we get back in our room.”

Spike grinned and placed a hand on Angel’s thigh. “Hmmm… that would be awesome. But I want loud music. I want to feel the thrum of music along my body. Oh my god, the vibrations that would rock my insides. Yeah, hmmm… that would feel wonderful.” Her hands going higher and higher on his thigh, slowing verging on the inner thighs.

As the light turned green, Angel gassed it, “I’ll rock your whole body ‘til you can’t move anymore. I’ll make you feel every inch of me pounding you until you beg me to stop. I’ll fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t know your name after I’m through with you, baby.”

Spike’s only response was to tighten her grip on Angel’s leg.

Motel Room, Los Angeles

The door wasn’t slammed shut yet before Spike had her legs wrapped around Angel’s waist. The spiked heels digging onto Angel’s back as they fought for dominance over the kiss. Soon enough both tumbled down the bed. Letting out an ‘oof’ as the larger man’s sudden weight bore down on top of hers taking her breath away. Trailing down kisses to Spike’s neck down to her breasts. Spike’s leg was hiked up to Angel’s waist when the door burst open, revealing a blonde woman with a gun fitted with a silencer aimed at them.

“Fuck off bitch. The room’s taken!” Spike yelled after the shock wore off, however, her leg was still on Angel’s waist, keeping him there.

“Liam ‘Angelus’ Morgan. You are one hard man to find.” Elizabeth said as she walked into the room and kicked the door shut. “I have tried bribing your many handlers, your dear friend Wesley, hell, I even went as far as your most recent handler, but none of them are willing to give you away.”

Angel was about to move, but the pressure increased around his waist. Spike shook her head at him.

“Smart boy. You should listen to her, make her worth every penny.” Elizabeth said as she grabbed a chair and positioned it by the door.

“What do you want from him?” Spike asked as she shifted a little and urged Angel to lay his head on her chest.

Elizabeth eyed Spike with barely concealed disgust, “Am I talking to you?”

Spike arched her brow, “Well, now, you are.”

”Listen, I don’t have time for a little hooker like you.” Elizabeth said aiming the gun to Spike’s temple.

“What are you anyway? Are you sure you know how to use a gun? ‘Cause you’re pretty dumb.” Spike taunted.

Petting Angel’s head, Elizabeth didn’t notice Angel’s other hand sliding under the pillow and grabbing the gun he placed there when he and Spike tumbled on the bed. As soon as he got his fingers wrapped around the gun, his muscles tensed for action, waiting on the sign with which he could move. Spike stopped her petting and pushed herself up to her elbows

“I don’t need to explain myself to someone like you.” Elizabeth said, turning her attention to Angel, whose head was still on his companion’s breast, but is lying sideways now, his arms stretched over his head, while his other hand remained on Spike.

“Are you about done blabbering?” Spike asked.

Angel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him, leaving the gun under the pillows and pulling his arm back to his side. “You seriously think you can kill me?”

“Well, I’m the one with a gun, aren’t I?”

“Just ‘cause you got a gun, doesn’t mean you actually know how to use it.” Spike said, smirking.

Before Elizabeth could respond, Angel’s already on his feet. Grabbing the gun from her was easy in her shocked state and then he gave a hard punch to the temple, knocking her unconscious.

Spike scooted to the foot of the bed, her legs crossed, her arms braced behind her. “Luv, I’m still horny.” She spread her legs open, showing off the creamy thighs to the man.

Looking back and forth between her, her spread thighs and the unconscious girl, Angel let out a laugh. “You have a one-tracked mind.”

“Of course I have. You love me for it.” Spike said smugly as she rose to her feet. She made her way to her bag and grabbed the supplies she would need. “Know a place where we can take her? I want to play.”

Part Nine

Elizabeth slowly regained consciousness. It took her a while to notice that she was in the trunk of some car and by the feel of it, it wasn’t stopping any time soon. Riding out the pain in her head, she tried to get loose from her bindings, but to no avail. She closed her eyes and tried to figure out where they’re taking her. So far, there was no other sound of moving vehicles, just the steady thrum of the engine. She must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, she was being roughly dragged out of the car and promptly dropped on the ground.

“You can scream all you want later, missy. But for now, we’re gonna keep that gag on you.” Spike said as she planted a spike heel boots down by Elizabeth’s face.

Angel came behind the slighter one and wrapped an arm around her waist. “So, I figured, you’re the Buffy Elizabeth who’s been hunting me down. I’m guessing you’re also the one who sent that crash team to my apartment.”

Elizabeth could only stare at the couple.

“Angel, love, I think we’d best drag her inside. It’s almost 3 in the morning.”

“I would prefer it if we just left her here.”

Spike chuckled, twirling around the assassin and staring at the slowly brightening sky, “Yeah, but we can’t exactly play with her if she’s outside, right?”

Angel caught her by the waist and hauled her over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Elizabeth, I’ll come back for you in a few. I’m just gonna show my girl my favorite work place.”

Elizabeth could feel dread forming at the pit of her stomach. She knew the assassin’s history. She made sure she knew every single gory detail of what he does when he’s holding people hostage, when he’s retrieving information from people in his presence, when he’s ready to barge in a room and shoot all the people dead. Unfortunately, this little psychopath bleached blonde is a wild card. She knew from other people who employed Angel of Death that he was the lone wolf type. He never agreed on having to work as part of a team, much less a partner.

Angel came back and Elizabeth was expecting to be hauled over his shoulder, because, seriously, how else would he bring her inside, right? But instead, she was dragged to the warehouse, by her legs. She could feel the asphalt grinding on her back.

It was dark inside; she could smell the antiseptic permeating in the air. She was blinded for about a handful of seconds when the lights flickered on. The room has an eerie feeling to it. White walls covered in tiles, the floor has a drain in the middle. She could see tables filled with surgical equipments as well as boxes of latex gloves.

“You like my place?” Angel asked as he dragged Elizabeth towards the table. He ripped off the gag tied around her head. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Much.”

Keeping her hands and legs bound, Angel took scissors to her clothes, until she was left in her underwear. “Now I’m gonna strap you in and hope you enjoy the ride.”

“And feel free to scream, love.” Spike added as she came into the room, barefooted, wearing, what Elizabeth would assume as the assassin’s over sized t-shirt.

“Who the hell are you, you crazy fucking bitch!” Elizabeth spat then letting out a gasp as Angel slammed her back on the metal table and began to roughly strap her in; first her legs, then her arms.

“She’s Spike.” Angel answered, moving back to admire his handiwork.

Smirking, Spike moved closer to the bound girl, “I’m still doubtful of your abilities. I heard from a reliable source that you’re worth less than you cost. Tell me, do people really hire you? Or have you gone insane and decided to take out the best in the field in hopes that you could take his place?”

Angel grabbed Spike and pulled her to him. “I’m betting that she’s still a fledgling. Sadly, I don’t think people are gonna trust her abilities.”

“Well considering that she’s tied up here, I doubt that she has any talents at all.” Spike leaned back on Angel. “But I’m still horny, luv. So can we have a go at it already?”

Angel turned Spike around in is arms, hands running along the long legs, going under the hem of the oversized shirt. He grinned at Spike before ducking his head down to grab her lips with his. She hooked a leg over his hips, grinding their crotches together. Angel’s hand grabbed onto her thigh and slowly slipped his hand higher. Running the tips of his fingers on the fabric of the thong then used both hands to knead her firm buttocks, slipping a dry finger in her hole. Spike let out a moan when she felt Angel breach her.

“You two are fucking disgusting!” Elizabeth spat, “Just wait until I get my hands on you, you little whore.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Spike craned her head back to look at their captive. “Shut yer gob, you fake blonde.”

Toeing off his boots, Angel grinned at Elizabeth when Spike pulled away from him. Her eyes widening when she saw the erection Spike had underneath the shirt. “You’re a fucking tranny!”

“HEY!” Angel bellowed. Stunning her into silence. “Open your mouth again and I’m cutting out your tongue.”

Spike sniggered when she turned to her, “I’m more of a lady than you. That I’m sure of.”

Angel let out a grin and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Ripping off a strip, he stuck it across her mouth. Spike moved close to her and slapped her hard, “That’s for calling me a whore.” Slap. “That’s for my entertainment.”

Pulling Spike backwards, Angel trapped her in his arms, rubbing his erection on her ass. She let out a loud moan and moved against him. He ran one hand along her waist, going lower to cup her balls as his other hand went up to her breast, kneading. Spike tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him to her neck. Angel ran his tongue along her neck, nipping and licking, leaving marks on her pale skin.

“I want you in me again, Luv.” She whispered between pants. Angel growled on her neck and started to tug the thongs off, but having a hard time doing it one handed.

Spike pulled away, chuckling, and then whispered to Angel that he should just rip it off. When Spike was free of her confines, Angel took both erections into his hand. Stroking them both slowly, just the way he liked it.

“Fuck me, baby.” Spike said in between kisses. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for a week. So hard that I’ll still be able to feel you all day. Feel your hard dick inside of me.”

Angel was worked up, his cock was leaking pre-cum and so was Spike’s. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Spike. Make sure you feel every bit of me inside of you. Filling you. But there’s something we gotta do first.”

“What’s… that?” Spike asked, panting hard, their hips grinding against each other.

“Get this fuckin’ shirt off of you. I wanna see you. All of you.” Angel grabbed the hem of the shirt and tugged it over her head, her blonde hair falling down around her face, like a halo. He cupped her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss then reached back and unhooked her bra. As he threw away the flimsy material, he buried his face between the perfect mounds. “Hmmm… Does it hurt if I bite?” Not waiting for any answer, he bit down hard on her right areola.

Spike grabbed Angel by the hair and pulled him back as she let out a shocked yell. “Motherfucker!”

“Liked it didn’t you?” Angel grinned before nuzzling the heaving bosom, sucking on the bitten nipple, soothing it, and dropping a kiss to the other hickey on her left breast.

Elizabeth couldn’t take her eyes off at the sight that both presented. When Spike dropped to her knees to unzip him, she could feel her own mouth water at the sight of that impressive manhood, not that Spike’s own wasn’t impressive, but Angel’s…his was impressive in girth as well as length. It was like a horse’s dick.

Spike took the head into her mouth and lashed her tongue on the head. Using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t take, she started to bob her head. Angel’s fingers tangled in her locks, holding, but not control. Her mouth felt wonderful on him, but he has other plans. Pulling her off his dick by her hair, he leaned down and kissed her swollen lips. “On your feet, baby. I wanna feel your tightness again.” He growled.

She kissed her way up the man’s abs to his chest as she climbed to her feet. Slipping her hands inside the unbuttoned and unzipped jeans and grabbing onto his butt. Angel ran his hands along her spine and stopped to cup her firm globes, gripping them in his palms and holding them apart. Something plastic was thrown behind Angel and the next thing he knew, Spike’s own hands joined his, slick with lube.

She tangled her slick fingers with his and urged it inside her. Angel worked her open, all the while nipping and licking at her neck again. When he felt she was stretched enough, he grabbed her by the hips and effortlessly raised her up; immediately, she wrapped her legs around him. “Sink down on me, baby.” He whispered, while Spike reached behind her to line Angel’s cock to her hole.

“God, you’re huge, luv.” Spike moaned as she sank down Angel’s shaft. “It’s like I can feel you rearranging my inside.”

Soon enough, Angel bottomed out. Both panting harshly, fighting the urge to cum. Supporting her weight with hands on her ass, Angel let out a grunt as he suddenly felt her clench tightly. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moved them towards an empty table and laid Spike on her back. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked, as he gave her a particularly hard thrust.

“FUCK!” Spike exclaimed, “Do me hard. Make me feel it, luv. Make sure I can feel all of you. Make sure I’ll scream so loud, I’ll wake up the dead.” Spike used her legs to pull Angel to her, pulling on his neck down for a kiss.

Grinning, Angel gave Elizabeth one last look before he started to thrust in and out of Spike. Each thrust made her scream, as his cock battered her sweet spot. Her feet were anchored on the edge of the table, fighting back the force of being pushed back on it with Angel’s powerful thrusting. Soon enough, both could feel their completion creeping up on their spines.

Spike was the one who came first, exploding all over their stomach without her dick ever being touched. Angel’s climax was triggered by the rhythmic clenching from Spike’s inner walls, letting out a guttural moan as he exploded inside her.

“That… luv, was amazing.” Spike said with a laugh. “I have never been fucked like that before.”

“I bet you haven’t. I haven’t fucked anyone like that before, neither.” Angel let out a tired laugh. “So, can we please get some sleep now?”

“Hmmm… sounds wonderful.”

“And her?” Angel asked, his thumb pointing towards Elizabeth.

Spike gave her a tired look then shrugged, “We’ll deal with her when we wake up. I have absolutely no energy whatsoever. My legs feel like jelly.” She dangled her legs on the edge of the table.

Chuckling, Angel pulled her away from the table and dragged her to another room. When the couple was gone, Elizabeth looked around to survey potential weapons and tried her bonds again. She’s not gonna let a retired assassin get the best of her, no matter how renowned he was, he is retired now, as far as she knows. Now all she has to do is bid her time and as soon as she finds a hope, she’s crawling through it come hell or high water.

In the adjoining room, Angel flicks the lights open revealing a poorly furnished room. The only good thing about said room is the king sized bed, the pillows and the duvet.

“Well, this isn’t expected.” Spike said as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed but the feel of something gooey sliding down her thighs made her change her mind and remained standing.

Angel gave her an odd look before moving closer to her, “You didn’t open the lights when you came here to change?”

Spike leaned back and shook her head, “I was in a hurry.”

“You were just excited, admit it.” Angel said as sat on the bed and pushed his jeans all the way off and kicked it off to the side. “Shower?” He asked, eyeing his cum dripping down her legs, “You look hot like that, by the way.”

“Lead the way, luv.”

Angel grabbed her by the waist and hauled her over his shoulder, dropping a kiss on her ass cheek as she started hitting him on the small of his back playfully. “Put me down you Neanderthal!” Ignoring her, she opened the door to the bathroom and flicked open the lights.

After their shared shower, Angel and Spike both curled up on the bed, letting sleep claim them.

Part Ten

Elizabeth had no idea what time it was. The last thing she could remember before falling sleep was thinking of ways on how to escape, but that proved to be fruitless. Angel of Death was someone feared by other assassins. There was no clear history of where he came from exactly, however, he was established from working for one particularly lethal CEO of a multinational law firm who’s also a drug king pin on the side. And after working a job with him, it was said that he was recruited by many people and the last she heard, even the government was very much interested in his tactics. She was brought out of her recollection when the door where her captors disappeared to opened and raised voices could be heard.

“I thought you said you were going shopping today!” Angel said, exasperated.

“It’s impolite to just up and leave when we have a guest, Angel!” Spike replied as she trotted over to where Elizabeth was strapped. “Good afternoon to you, Elizabeth. Had fun sleeping upright?” and then ripped off the duct tape from her mouth, making her yell.

Angel came out of the room wearing nothing but his jeans. Spike and Elizabeth glanced at him, Spike let out an appreciative once over before turning to face their captive once again, “So, what do we do with you?” turning to Angel, “I have a plan, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it much…”

“Those long legs of yours, as long as I can have those wrapped around me again, I’m willing to give everything a try. ONCE.” Angel said as he moved to sit on the chair.

Spike sat on his lap and wrapped an arm around his neck, “I think we’d better get started. We only have a week before we need to leave.”

Angel nodded, sliding his arms underneath Spike; he lifted her up and gently placed her on her feet before moving towards Elizabeth.

“I guess we’re gonna start now, Elizabeth. Hope you enjoy the ride.” Angel said as the room filled with music, making him cringe, “Spike, seriously, the sex pistols?”

Spike turned on her toes, prowling towards Angel and dragging him into a kiss, “I promise, luv, only album from that band. After that, we’ll go with your Barry Manilow.”

Chuckling, Angel pulled Spike closer to him and dropped a kiss to her swollen lips, “You’d better be thankful, you’re hot.”

“I know.” Spike winked.

Swaying her hips, Spike pushed Angel to sit on the chair, immediately, Angel placed both hands on her hips as she swung it, “Since this will be one of our first times, luv, I want you to sit and observe me for the next… four - five hours.”

“A He-she and an assassin, who knew. And I never thought the high and mighty Angelus is gay.” Elizabeth says, eyeing them both, “Can’t say I’m not surprised. Working hard on your body like that, there’s really no way you’re not gay.”

Angel eyed Elizabeth, brow arched, lips twisted in a smirk, “Keep it coming, it’s not gonna do anything but make me want to keep you alive for longer. Keep in mind, I have medical supplies here.”

“And keep in mind, the person he’s fucking will be very closely acquainted with you and your pain threshold in a few seconds.” Spike said, as she moved closer to her.

Brandishing a scalpel, Spike gave Angel a last kiss before she paid all her attention and concentration to Elizabeth.

“I’ve always wondered about the human’s tolerance for pain.” Spike glided the back of the scalpel across Elizabeth’s face. “I wonder how long a person could bear the pain before passing out, before they beg to be freed or before they beg to be killed. But do you know what really interests me? It’s how long it’ll take me to break you.”

Elizabeth let out a chuckle, “You couldn’t break me. I don’t break easy, you freak.”

Spike let out a hearty laugh, “I know you don’t break easy, luv. Why do you think we brought you here instead of killing you back at the motel?”

Angel grinned at the sight before him. He has to admit, seeing Spike at work, seeing her walk around in those shoes, it feels orgasmic. Seeing her interact with Elizabeth, damn, it’s like what they show on those science channels when the predator prowls around its potential meals. It makes him feel all hot and bothered.

Five hours later, Elizabeth’s voice was hoarse from screaming. Blood was dripping from her body; the floor was nearly filled with blood droplets.

“Are we having fun yet?” Spike asked.

Elizabeth was panting. She could feel her wounds throbbing. On her inner thigh, where Spike cut off a patch of skin was stinging like a motherfucker as sweat comes in contact with it. “Is that all you got?”

A huge grin spread from Spike’s face. She clapped gleefully and turned to face Angel. “I am so gonna enjoy this!” Then she turned to face Elizabeth, “However, we’ll have to leave you alone for a few hours. I have some shopping to do.”

Angel stood up look at both ladies, Spike’s legs have some smudges of blood, the shirt she was wearing also have a few blood drops on it, but what caught his attention the most was Spike’s calves. He wanted nothing more than to nibble on those sexy ankles and feel those strong legs wrap around his waist.

When Spike walked towards Angel, he wasted no time in grabbing both her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, making Spike let out a startled yell. “Well, somebody’s horny.”

“I can’t help it, you looked fuckable in those shoes and your goddamned legs are fucking hot!” Angel said as he moved them towards the bedroom. “

“You two are a fucking match. Both of you are sick.” Elizabeth spat at the retreating couple.

“Well, at least we’re not the ones tied up and bleeding and still proclaiming to be a pro.” Spike retorted.

She could see what they were doing inside the room. Angel was rummaging through his bag; she assumed he was looking for a shirt, while the tranny went to the bathroom, to shower, probably. When the water in the bathroom started, Angel turned and gave her a wink, before walking over to the door and slammed it shut.

In the bathroom, Spike heard the door slam shut. Smiling to herself, she started rinsing her self, paying attention to her legs which were covered with bloody droplets. Contented that she was clean of blood, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her.

“Hey, Luv, what are we gonna do with her?” She grabbed her bag and sat on the bed. Taking out two pairs of thons, “Which do you like better?”

Angel grinned at her and walked over to the bed, “I want to bury her in the back, alive. But that’s just me. And I prefer the violent one.”

Spike stood up and pulled on the thongs, walking over to her other bag; she took out a pair of black pumps before making her way back on the bed. “Can we get lunch before we start your shopping spree?” Angel asked, he was lying on his back, arms crossed behind his head, admiring the way she was dressing.

“Only if you promise to kiss me and hold me and feed me.”

“Those and more, baby.” He said as he got to his feet. “Are we ready to go?”

Spike eyed him, “Are you wearing that?” she pointed at his top; a white wife beater, his tattoos showing.

Nodding, he pulled her into an embrace and dropped kisses along her neck. She couldn’t help leaning into the touch. “Let’s go now, peaches. I’m excited.”

Part Eleven

The mall was crowded. Angel and Spike walked along various stores selling shoes. They were on the fifth shop selling ladies shoes when he pulled her by their clasped hands. “Baby, this is the fifth store.”

Spike looked at him then back at the shoe displays. “Hmm… I think I see something I like.”

Letting out a sigh as he was dragged into the store, Angel noticed one of the clerks giving him flirty looks. Rolling his eyes, he made his way towards one of the couches and watched Spike as she went about looking at the variety of high heeled shoes.

“Hello, I’m Anya, how may I assist you today?” The store clerk giving him flirty looks came by.

Choosing a five inch black pumps, Spike asked if they had it in her size. Anya nodded and went to get the shoes. Angel reached out and pulled her to sit on his lap, “Spike, I don’t like that girl.”

Spike looked behind and saw Anya coming back with the shoe box. “Don’t worry, peaches. I promise I won’t let her near you.” She dropped a kiss to his temple and stood up. Taking the box of shoes from Anya, Spike sat next to Angel. She took off her shoes and was about to try the new one on when Angel stopped her.

“Let me, baby.”

Spike grinned and handed over the black pumps, but not before planting one on his lips. “Thank you, Luv. You’re such a dear.” Then came an evil grin, she turned to girl with a wide smile, “You know, I’m so lucky with my man here. He does almost everything for me. Doesn’t even allow me to lift a finger.”

Anya’s smile was tight when she said, “Oh, that is very nice, ma’am.”

Angel couldn’t help the grin across his face as he fitted the other shoe to Spike. Standing up, he took her hands to help her up and then smacked her ass, “Wonderful babe. Maybe later tonight, you’ll be doing all the lifting.”

“Sure, you want the bullwhip?” She grinned, and then turned to Anya, “We’ll take this, thank you.”

After paying for the shoes, they left the store. They passed a store that sold lingerie and immediately, Angel’s eyes were drawn to the display. Spike noticed and a wide grin spread across her face, “Fancy seeing me in something like that, Luv?”

“Definitely.”

“C’mon then, let’s go buy me some. I’ll give you a show in the dressing room.” Spike said as she tugged him to the store.

Immediately, a nice looking lady came to their aid, and seeing Angel’s credit card, she led them to the VIP. “The VIP room is available sir, I’m sure you would both prefer it.”

Thanking the lady, they Angel sat on the cushioned seats as Spike went through the racks.

“Which one you like best, peaches?” Holding out a fairly transparent black lingerie and a red silk one.

Angel looked at the two pieces of underwear and imagined her in them. “I like them both.” But something caught his eyes on the rack. Pulling out the piece, he held it to her, “Try this on too.”

She arched her brow at him when she saw his choice, “It hides practically nothing, Luv.”

Angel grabbed her neck and pulled her in for a heated kiss, “Exactly.”

When they were done shopping, Spike had eight shopping bags of new shoes, three bags from the lingerie store and another four from random stores, which held her new clothes.

Elizabeth had no idea how much time had passed. All she knew was that she felt like she was starting to get weaker by the minute. Her wounds have now scabbed over and the blood has dried, making her itch all over. She wanted nothing more than to tear apart that little whiny bitch who did this to her, but she needed to bid her time. She needed a plan. She already knew that talking to them wouldn’t do much. She heard from sources that he never lets any one escape. Once he has them, they’re as good as dead.

She was still wracking up with a plan on how to escape when she heard them come back. The first thing she noticed was the dozen or so shopping bags they were carrying.

“We can’t just throw it on the bed; these should be treated with care.” Spike said indignantly, her heels hitting the tiled floor echoed in the room.

“And then they should be christened.” Angel said, following her towards the bedroom.

They just passed their captive as if she weren’t there. When Spike came out, she has stripped her top and was only in her brassieres, jeans and heels. Making her way to Elizabeth, she gave her a smile, “Thought of anything to aid in your escape yet?”

“I’m going to kill you, the both of you! I’m gonna do it slowly.” Elizabeth spat out. Her face scrunching up in anger.

“How in god’s green earth are you gonna kill us when you can’t even escape from your bindings?” Angel said as walked over to the drawers. “Baby, do you still want to play? Or can we finally clean up? We still need to get our things ready. It’s already Saturday tomorrow.”

Spike walked back to the chair and sat down heavily. Eyeing Elizabeth, she let out a sigh and nodded, “Okay, I’m done playing.”

Elizabeth saw Angel through her peripheral, he was holding out a syringe. Her eyes widened and she started begging. “Please, don’t! Don’t kill me.”

The smile Angel gave her was filled with sincerity and the words that came out of his mouth felt like a cold bucket of water was poured down her spine. “Awww, don’t worry. You won’t even feel a bit of pain.” A brief pause. “Just a lot.”

When Angel plunged whatever liquid was in the syringe into her, she could feel the slow loss of control she has over her limbs. He walked in front of her and she could feel her heart beat faster as she noticed that he had gotten rid of the white shirt he was wearing. Much like Spike, he was left wearing his jeans, but he was barefooted. “I’m going to very much enjoy this.” He said, turning to look at Spike, “Now, baby, it’s your time to observe how I work.” He pointed to the far corner of the room where the speakers were, “Pick out some music for us, baby.”

Soon enough, a soft music started and the echoes of her heels against the floor could be heard as she walked back to Angel. He pulled her tightly against his body and swayed with the music for a while before dropping a kiss to her neck and telling her to sit back and enjoy the show.

Elizabeth could feel dread settle in the pit of her stomach. This couldn’t be happening. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to get away from them. She was supposed to escape and go back to tell them that she was successful. She was supposed to have his head on a silver platter just like she had promised. No, this isn’t happening.

But no matter how much she seems to scream into her head that this wasn’t supposed to happen, it did happen. It is happening. Angel was holding a knife. It was the knife that he keeps in the box like it was his most prized possession. He gave a small smile before he plunged it to her. She could feel it slice through her abdominal muscle. She wanted to twitch, to move away from the pain, but she found she couldn’t. She wanted to scream, but her tongue wouldn’t work; it felt like lead in her mouth. She could feel something warm rushing out of her mouth. A combination of blood and saliva.

When Angel pulled out the knife, she could feel it too. It felt as though her insides wanted to go with the retreating tool. She was stabbed two more times before she heard him speak again.

“Do you know why you’re still alive?” Angel tipped her head back with the tip of his knife, “Who am I kidding, of course you don’t. Well since, I’m feeling pretty generous, I’ll tell you why.” He grabbed her head by the hair as he stabbed her again, “It’s because I avoid your internal organs. Notice how I don’t push to the hilt.” He emphasized, pushing the knife a little deeper.

She lost count of how many times he had stabbed her, she was bleeding profusely. Some of his stab wounds overlap the wounds Spike inflicted on her. She was delirious with pain, but halfway through the stabbing, he stuck in an IV on her left arm. She wanted nothing more than for this to end. She wanted to just lose herself in the blackness threatening to overcome her, but every single time she succumbs to it, she’s brought back to consciousness. She doesn’t know how he does it, but she now certainly knows the very reason he was called the Angel of Death. She glanced towards where Spike was. The tranny was just sitting there with a beer in hand, watching.

“Well, it’s been fun.” Angel said, drawing her attention back to him. “I think it’s time for the main event.” He walked behind her again and her heart started beating faster when she saw Spike smile.

Angel came back in to view. In his hand, an electric saw. “I was never a fan of dismemberment. But what can I say, I’m very adaptable.” He started the tool. It let out a loud whirring noise.

“If you can go to a warm and beautiful place in your head right now, I suggest you do it.” He said coyly, “Because I plan on doing this. Very slowly.”

Angel started cutting her from joints. He started at the bottom. He removed her feet. Then moved to her knees and hip bones before he moved to her hands, elbow and shoulder. It wasn’t a shock when her pupils didn’t react anymore. It wasn’t a shock when the torso suddenly dropped to the floor.

“Well, it’s a wrap!” Angel exclaimed as he replaced the tool on the table. Turning to face Spike, he noticed she was running her hands along her torso. Cupping her breast, she gave him a huge smile as she beckoned him closer.

“Luv, that got me pretty hot.” Spike said, running her hands along her legs, inside her thighs, cupping her balls and palming her erection. “Hows ‘bout a good romp in the sack, peaches. Before we leave for Thailand tomorrow.”

Angel wiped at the blood on his abs, smearing it. “That is a definite yes.”

Part Twelve

Sometime later. Somewhere in Bangkok, Thailand

Spike was still sleeping when Angel came into the private hospital room. Staring at her, he couldn’t help but feel this excitement inside of him. They arrived in Thailand roughly three weeks ago, after they’ve thrown Elizabeth’s carcass to the marina. They spent a week touring Bangkok, where they got to know each other better and after that, Spike was bound to go under the knife. They were both excited, but after she had gone under, when she woke up, she was in so much pain that Angel felt helpless. Her legs were spread open under the covers and she could barely move them. But that was a two weeks ago. Today will be exactly two weeks after the operation.

“How are you feeling?” Angel leaned over her and dropped a kiss to her forehead.

Spike smiled sleepily, “I thought it would be easy, but boy, was I wrong. I feel so sore.”

Before both could further the conversation, the doctor came in. “Ah, the lovely couple are awake!” He greeted cheerfully.

“Hey doc.” Angel greeted, “How is our lovely patient?”

Spike smacked Angel’s thigh, “It’s rude to make fun of the patient.”

Smiling, the doctor moved to check Spike’s chart. “So, I see everything is going well.” Moving close the foot of the bed, he held the edges of the sheet, “Let’s see how you’re healing.”

Angel took her hand and hoped that it was healing well so they could finally leave this place. “How’s it looking, doc?”

The doctor smiled widely and exclaimed, “Perfect. The swelling’s slowly but surely going down. In about three more weeks, you can start walking around with no discomfort.”

“Gee, doc. Thanks.” Spike rolled her eyes, “When can I leave the hospital?”

“Well, since your vitals are good, the healing is going well, I’m guessing you’ll be ready to leave by this afternoon, if you want.”

“Oh my god! Doctor Harris, I can kiss you right now!” She exclaimed, her face lighting up.

“Wow, what a way to make me feel so loved.” Angel murmured.

“Oh, sod off. Don’t be jealous, ya big lunk.” Spike admonished, chuckling along with the doctor.

“I can’t help it, the good doctor skipped to third base without going through the first and second.” He explained, but his face held no malice.

“Now, now, don’t hate the playa, hate the game.” Doctor Harris replied, “Anyway, as much fun as it had been having the both of you in my hospital, it’s time to get your papers for discharge ready. I still have a few patients to meet. I’ll be sending your documents to Ms. Evita in Los Angeles, right?”

Angel and Spike nodded. Both thanked the doctor as he left the room.

“Well, you’ll be discharged later today. What have we got planned for the rest of the week?” Angel asked, as he slid next to her on the bed.

“I don’t know about you, but I plan on not using my legs for anything for as long as I can.” She said, yawning and curling around him.

“Well… I guess there’s not much I can do then.” Angel smiled, dropping a kiss to her blonde head and played with the locks.

Three hours later, a nurse came in, “Miss McDonald, Mister Morgan, the papers are ready, you just need to sign them.”

Angel nodded then turned to Spike, “Baby, I’m just gonna sign some papers. The nurse here will help you dress. Okay?”

Nodding sleepily, Spike released Angel’s hand. “Com’ ‘ack soon, Luv.”

When Angel left to sign the papers, the nurse moved towards Spike, “Miss McDonald, are we ready to get dressed?”

The nurse helped her get dressed and when Angel came back, she was sitting on the bed in a flowery sun dress. She looked perfect, except for the way she was sitting. Her knees barely touched each other. He couldn’t help the grin threatening to spread from his face. “Awww… regretting the surgery now?”

“Never.” She said, pulling Angel in for a kiss. “Let’s get out of here, peaches. I wanna lie in a huge bed.”

“At your service princess.” Angel mocked a bow and helped her to the wheelchair.

Spike had on big black sunglasses when they got to their hotel room. She was as pale as paper and the minute she was within distance of the bed, she collapsed. “Luv, I will forever be grateful to you if I carry me anywhere I need to be the rest of the week.” She said, breathing hard.

“Awww, my poor baby.” Angel lifted her right leg and placed a pillow under her knee and did the same to her left leg. “Want anything to eat?” he asked, dropping a kiss on one knee.

“Baby, I’m scared that if I eat, I have to stand and poop and pee.” She replied sulkily, “Why don’t you just slide next to me and cuddle?”

Chuckling, Angel dropped another kiss to her forehead, “I’ll slide right in, in a few minutes, I just have to give your doctor a call. Tell her that we’re heading back to Los Angeles next week.”

Nodding, Spike closed her eyes and tried to breath through the pain. She was half asleep when Angel came back from the other room. “Baby, did Doctor Harris give you the dildator… or whatever that is?”

“Dilator. And yes, he gave me it. What time is it? I think it’s time I put it in again.” She looked around for a clock, when she couldn’t find one, she gave him her best puppy eyes, “Luv, help me.”

Angel went to the paper bag the nurses handed to them before they left the hospital. Tipping it over, bottles of pills scattered on the table and a suspicious looking tube. Picking it up and showing it to her, he asked if it were it. She nodded and gave him another pitiful look.

“Coming. I’m coming.” He said as he made his way back to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed he handed her the plastic tube. “What can I do to help?”

She opened the tube and out comes a stainless steel phallic rod. Angel’s eyes widened, “A dildo has a medical purpose!”

Spike couldn’t help the laughter that escaped her mouth. “Peaches, this isn’t a dildo.”

“It’s a vibrator, then?”

“No, it’s a dilator.” Spike explained, “So that it won’t close up all the way. Doc said I have to put it in every day for at least 18 hours, then as the weeks progress, I can go for, like only, once a week until I won’t need it anymore, or when the doc deems it useless.”

“Can’t you just… I don’t know… use my dick instead of that cold looking thing?” Angel asked, eyeing the dilator as if it caused all the problems in the world.

“Believe me, luv. If only I can, I’d rather have you. But seeing as I’m still in pain and I doubt if I’ll be having any sexual gratification from that, I’ll settle with the dilator. Besides, it’s a must. Can you really hold a woody for 18 hours?” Spike looked at Angel’s crotch, letting out a grin.

“I still don’t like it.” Angel crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t either, but it’s a must. C’mon, luv, help me here.” Spike said as she moved to stand. “Help me to the bathroom. I need a hot bath.”

Angel immediately stood on his feet and helped her stand, when they were upright, he asked, “Aren’t you supposed to put that in? How will you put it in when you’re in the tub?”

“Just get me there first, peaches.”

They waddled to the bathroom and Angel helped her sit on the toilet lid. “Get the tube of lube they gave us.”

Angel came back with the tube in hand. Spike had now stripped her top and her bra, sitting there topless. She struggled to get her panties off. While she was struggling with her underwear, Angel started running the bath. When he turned back to her, she was a picture of eroticism. Her legs were slightly parted, chest was flushed, her nipples perked up from the cool air in the bathroom. Her pubic hair was trimmed nicely and he suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to place both her legs on his shoulder and eat her out.

“Luv, this is not the time to be thinking dirty thoughts! Help me to the tub.” Spike demanded, drawing him from his lustful thoughts.

“Coming, dear.” He kneeled down between her knees, sitting back on his haunches; he took the knees into his palms and slowly parted them. What he saw there made his mouth water. She was perfect. “Baby, I would love to kiss you down here.” He whispered. A smack to the back of the head. “Ouch! What the fuck was that for?”

“Do not tease me! You know I can’t do anything at the moment!” Spike exclaimed and then let out a yelp when he leaned in and bit the insides of her thigh.

Angel laved at the bitten area before dropping a kiss on the reddened area. “Now let’s get you in the bath.”

She shook her head as Angel carried her to the tub and then peppered his cheeks with open mouthed kisses. Before he placed her in the bath, he hitched her a little higher and took the nearest nipple between his teeth and then gave it a good lick and suck.

“God-fucking-damn!” She exclaimed as the sensation sent an electric bolt to her groin. “I love it when you suck on my tits, peaches.”

“Why, thank you, fair lady. I aim to please.” Angel mocked then laughed.

Half an hour later, Spike lay sprawled on the bed. Angel was sitting by her leg coating the dilator with a thin layer of lube. “Ready, baby?” he asked, dropped a kiss to the creamy thigh.

“As I’ll ever be.” She exhaled, moving her legs wider.

“I’ll be gentle.” Angel teased as he slowly pushed in the dilator. He stopped when her breath hitched, but continued when she nodded. As soon as the dilator was firmly in place, he wiped his hands on the towel and chucked it to the side. “Well, we’re all done. How about you take a nap while I do some more planning.” He dropped a kiss to her hips.

Spike let out a heavy breath and nodded, but before she drifted off to sleep, she felt Angel drag the sheets over her body up to her chest and leaned in for another kiss.

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