Three of a Kind drabbles
Here's my three drabbles for this month's images! Written for nekid_spike
A Blissful Reprise
Pairing: Spangelus
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 231
Warnings: smidge of frottage, bit of Cordy bashing (cuz Spike), language, canon divergence of Eternity
Summary: Angelus takes a little sidetrip before his bliss wears off.
"Christ, who let you out of your cage this time, 'Gelus? That pretty li'l 'Delia finally spread her legs for the ponce and give him too much of a happy?" Spike stared up at his long-lost Sire, cock hardening at the sight of the hulking figure looming above him at the foot of the bed he'd been pushed onto. "Shoulda known that dozy bint secretary of Angel's wasn’t as smart as she acts like she is. Just hope you're not off your nut like last time, be a real shame to have to send you off to another hell dimension."
Angelus' answering smile sent a thrill of arousal and fear dancing down Spike’s spine as he climbed onto the bed, knees pressing against either side of his waist.
"Oh, no, little William, didn't need a warm, wet, cunt to lose the soul this time." Angelus rocked himself forward slightly, letting his leather-clad erection brush against Spike’s, smile widening at the groan he pulled from his boy's lips. "Some insipid actress whose star power was starting to fade drugged us in the hopes she'd convince Angel to turn her. Seems it was enough to trigger that helpful little clause and let me loose. Now, I've got a lot of lost time with my boy to make up for before this last dose wears off, let's not waste it with more small talk…"
Recreational Reunion
Pairing: Sparla
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 170
Warnings: innuendo, banter (very tame fic for me), canon divergence
Summary: Darla shows up in Sunnydale after a failed attempt with Angel
"Well, look at you. Dru told me you were back, but I still couldn't believe it."
"Believe it, William. Back, and looking for a little bit of fun, and since Angelus isn't in the mood to play nice with his new Grandchilde, I thought I'd come find my second favorite good little boy."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, pet, but I'm sure Dru's told you I'm not the same William the Bloody you remember. Lot's changed since you flounced off to the Master nearly a century ago."
"Yes, I know all about that silly chip in your head. But I wasn't looking for a hunting partner, Spike."
"Oh, you came for that kind of fun. That I can do, luv; you always were good for a little rough and tumble."
"And you were always good for...hmm, what were you good for?"
"Ha bloody ha, glad to know you still got your claws sharp. Did you want a good seeing to or not, Darla?"
"Your crypt or mine, lover boy?"
Surrogate Vampire
Pairing: Splindsey (referenced Spangel, unrequited Lindsey/Angel)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 447
Warnings: frottage, degradation kink, dirty talk, canon divergence a:ts s5
Summary: Lindsey has a little run in with Spike when his blood's already pumping from an altercation with Angel, and Spike gets to reap the benefits.
“Bleedin’ Christ, what the ruddy hell was that for?!?” Spike leapt back onto his feet, brushing the dirt off his duster as he glared at Lindsey. "Really shouldn't be tryin' my patience after your stupid little stolen-identity stunt, lucky the Senior Partners snatched you up 'fore I got ahold a'ya."
"Save it, Spike. Not here to pick a fight with you."
"No? Who were you here for then?" Spike leaned closer to the smaller man, taking a deep sniff and smirking at the slight shudder Lindsey couldn't hold back. "Oh, that's the way of it, then. That li'l tussle with 'Gelus get you a bit hot under the...buckle, did it?"
Lindsey scoffed as Spike leered at him, the vampire's eyes traveling down to his crotch, resting on the obvious bulge pressing against the zipper.
"Gonna deny it? No use with a vampire, pet. Can smell it all over ya. Bet you just wish Angel would've bent you over the nearest surface and stuck it to ya good 'n proper."
"Shut the fuck up, Spike, I don’t-”
“Oh, but I think you do. I think you want nothing more than to feel my broody Sire pressin’ up against you just”, Spike stepped closer to the Texan, backing him up against a tree and dipping his head down to lick a slow stripe up Lindsey’s throat, “like this, wanna feel his thick, hard, cock rubbing against yours as you just lay there and take whatever he deigns to gift you with, helpless to resist.”
Spike mimicked his words with movements, bending slightly at the knee to thrust his growing erection against Lindsey’s hip, growling softly at the moan that fell from the human’s lips.
“Spike…”
“He never would though, would he? Would never demean himself by even thinking about fucking the likes of you, too proud, our Angel is, to ever consider it. It’ll never be your tight arse he fills with that monster cock of his, never be your name he shouts out as he comes, shaking and holdin’ on to your hips so tight you can hear bones grindin’; never you, boy, don’t need anyone else when he’s got me.”
“Fuck...Spike…” Lindsey thrust back up against Spike’s grinding hips, head thumping back against the tree trunk, “wha-what about you? You too proud for it?”
“Ha, never too proud for a hot piece of arse. ‘Specially one that’s so obviously such a slut for vampires; oh yeah, I know all about Darla. Gonna make you come in your jeans like a fucking teenager, then I’m going to fuck that pretty li’l arse of yours so good, you won’t even care I ain’t the poof.”
“Ungh...promise?”
A Blissful Reprise
Pairing: Spangelus
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 231
Warnings: smidge of frottage, bit of Cordy bashing (cuz Spike), language, canon divergence of Eternity
Summary: Angelus takes a little sidetrip before his bliss wears off.
"Christ, who let you out of your cage this time, 'Gelus? That pretty li'l 'Delia finally spread her legs for the ponce and give him too much of a happy?" Spike stared up at his long-lost Sire, cock hardening at the sight of the hulking figure looming above him at the foot of the bed he'd been pushed onto. "Shoulda known that dozy bint secretary of Angel's wasn’t as smart as she acts like she is. Just hope you're not off your nut like last time, be a real shame to have to send you off to another hell dimension."
Angelus' answering smile sent a thrill of arousal and fear dancing down Spike’s spine as he climbed onto the bed, knees pressing against either side of his waist.
"Oh, no, little William, didn't need a warm, wet, cunt to lose the soul this time." Angelus rocked himself forward slightly, letting his leather-clad erection brush against Spike’s, smile widening at the groan he pulled from his boy's lips. "Some insipid actress whose star power was starting to fade drugged us in the hopes she'd convince Angel to turn her. Seems it was enough to trigger that helpful little clause and let me loose. Now, I've got a lot of lost time with my boy to make up for before this last dose wears off, let's not waste it with more small talk…"
Recreational Reunion
Pairing: Sparla
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 170
Warnings: innuendo, banter (very tame fic for me), canon divergence
Summary: Darla shows up in Sunnydale after a failed attempt with Angel
"Well, look at you. Dru told me you were back, but I still couldn't believe it."
"Believe it, William. Back, and looking for a little bit of fun, and since Angelus isn't in the mood to play nice with his new Grandchilde, I thought I'd come find my second favorite good little boy."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, pet, but I'm sure Dru's told you I'm not the same William the Bloody you remember. Lot's changed since you flounced off to the Master nearly a century ago."
"Yes, I know all about that silly chip in your head. But I wasn't looking for a hunting partner, Spike."
"Oh, you came for that kind of fun. That I can do, luv; you always were good for a little rough and tumble."
"And you were always good for...hmm, what were you good for?"
"Ha bloody ha, glad to know you still got your claws sharp. Did you want a good seeing to or not, Darla?"
"Your crypt or mine, lover boy?"
Surrogate Vampire
Pairing: Splindsey (referenced Spangel, unrequited Lindsey/Angel)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 447
Warnings: frottage, degradation kink, dirty talk, canon divergence a:ts s5
Summary: Lindsey has a little run in with Spike when his blood's already pumping from an altercation with Angel, and Spike gets to reap the benefits.
“Bleedin’ Christ, what the ruddy hell was that for?!?” Spike leapt back onto his feet, brushing the dirt off his duster as he glared at Lindsey. "Really shouldn't be tryin' my patience after your stupid little stolen-identity stunt, lucky the Senior Partners snatched you up 'fore I got ahold a'ya."
"Save it, Spike. Not here to pick a fight with you."
"No? Who were you here for then?" Spike leaned closer to the smaller man, taking a deep sniff and smirking at the slight shudder Lindsey couldn't hold back. "Oh, that's the way of it, then. That li'l tussle with 'Gelus get you a bit hot under the...buckle, did it?"
Lindsey scoffed as Spike leered at him, the vampire's eyes traveling down to his crotch, resting on the obvious bulge pressing against the zipper.
"Gonna deny it? No use with a vampire, pet. Can smell it all over ya. Bet you just wish Angel would've bent you over the nearest surface and stuck it to ya good 'n proper."
"Shut the fuck up, Spike, I don’t-”
“Oh, but I think you do. I think you want nothing more than to feel my broody Sire pressin’ up against you just”, Spike stepped closer to the Texan, backing him up against a tree and dipping his head down to lick a slow stripe up Lindsey’s throat, “like this, wanna feel his thick, hard, cock rubbing against yours as you just lay there and take whatever he deigns to gift you with, helpless to resist.”
Spike mimicked his words with movements, bending slightly at the knee to thrust his growing erection against Lindsey’s hip, growling softly at the moan that fell from the human’s lips.
“Spike…”
“He never would though, would he? Would never demean himself by even thinking about fucking the likes of you, too proud, our Angel is, to ever consider it. It’ll never be your tight arse he fills with that monster cock of his, never be your name he shouts out as he comes, shaking and holdin’ on to your hips so tight you can hear bones grindin’; never you, boy, don’t need anyone else when he’s got me.”
“Fuck...Spike…” Lindsey thrust back up against Spike’s grinding hips, head thumping back against the tree trunk, “wha-what about you? You too proud for it?”
“Ha, never too proud for a hot piece of arse. ‘Specially one that’s so obviously such a slut for vampires; oh yeah, I know all about Darla. Gonna make you come in your jeans like a fucking teenager, then I’m going to fuck that pretty li’l arse of yours so good, you won’t even care I ain’t the poof.”
“Ungh...promise?”