I have no idea where this came from. I guess I'm just feeling very naughty today. This is....baddirtywrongunderagewickedness. Gulp. Join me in a little snippet of Crime and Punishment.
I'll be answering fb from Detente soon. *hangs my head in shame*
Crime and Punishment
“I promise you, Angel. It will wear off in a few days.”
“A few days! You’ve got to be kidding me, damn it. I’ll go nuts by then, Wes. Really, really nuts.”
Angel pounded his fist on the desk for emphasis, his eyes darting to the curly-headed figure outlined against the bank of windows. Granted, he looked harmless enough just standing there, him less than five feet tall, with those skinny legs and narrow shoulders, but Angel knew behind that pair of shy blue eyes, his arch nemesis waited to make his life hell again.
“What’s wrong, Uncle Angel.” Spike turned, a frown creasing a line between his dark brows. “Are you still mad at me? Cause I’m really sorry I drank that bollocks. It tasted scrummy, but I didn’t know you’d be so brassed off at me for doin’ it. Cost a bit of dosh to whip it up, I suppose. Didn’t mean no harm. Think I like you gettin’ all mad at me and shoutin’ so loud?”
Spike’s lower lip wobbled, and Angel, seeing a suspicious glint of moisture in the wide blue gaze, backed up a step.
“You scared me.” Spike began to sniffle.
Wesley stepped forward and put an arm around Spike's shoulders, giving Angel a censorious glare.
“Really, Angel. He’s only fourteen. Don’t you think recriminations are best saved for later, when Spike is more himself.”
Angel glared right back. “No I don’t, cause then he won’t care. I can even hear him laughing about this, like it’s some great big joke. We had a client who was willing to pay millions for that...stuff, Wes. Now what are we suppose to do? Fred said it would take another hundred and fifty years for one of those flower thingies to reach maturity again.” Angel laughed bitterly. “They’ve got something on Spike. He’ll never reach maturity. Look at him. Crying like a baby.”
Angel tore his eyes away from the sweet, tear-streaked face, choosing to ignore the wave of sympathy unfurling in his gut. He was too mad at too many things to be sympathetic.
“In fact, he needs to be punished, and now is as good a time as any. I’ve got a good mind to give him the spanking he deserves.”
Wesley looked quite shocked by Angel’s outburst. Angel was rather shocked himself. He had a sudden vision of pulling the baggy jeans Spike was wearing down around his knees and paddling the living hell out of his round and very bare behind. The thought that Spike was too small to fight back unaccountably went straight to Angel’s prick, and he felt himself blushing at his prurient excitement. He... He... Wasn’t going to really do it-was he?
Spike suddenly slid out from under Wesley’s protective arm, obviously unaware of Angel’s qualms of conscience. Backing away quickly, his breath wheezing in shaky hiccups, he wiped at his face with his shirt tail, eyes pinned furiously on Angel.
“Don’t you touch me, you big pillock. I’ll...I’ll punch you in the nose!”
“Angel.” Wesley tried to intercede. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh with the boy. After all, he’s very young.”
“Hey, I was only joking.”
Spike’s guard relaxed at the reassuring words. Too late, he realized his mistake. Angel lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar of his tee shirt, and drug him, kicking and cursing, across to his desk, where he proceeded to pull down Spike’s pants and throw him forward over his lap.
“Help! Help! Uncle Wesley!”
Wesley later admitted to himself, he hadn’t been much help at all. He was too utterly transfixed at the sight before him: Angel holding mini Spike down with a hand to the small of his back, while his other hand flailed the perfect, plump curve of Spike’s naked backside again and again until it was a delectable shade of pink. The bare flesh jiggled with each impact. Spike’s shouted profanities accompanied every slap, his tear-wet face gone the mottled color of his arse.
All the while Angel paddled away, enjoying himself tremendously. It was good to let his emotions out once in awhile. Like now, for instance. If the feeling of Spike’s budding baby erection rubbing on his thigh gave him pleasure, it didn’t make him a pervert. If he relished Spike’s helpless struggles, it was just a vampire thing. He had a soul, after all. But he wasn’t a saint, and sometimes....it was so much damn fun letting his inner Angelus out.