Fic Post! - 'Subspace' ~ Chapter 21
For those of you that saw my post yesterday, I'm feeling mostly human again, so here's the chapter I wasn't able to post yesterday. I think I'll still be able to post chapter 22 tomorrow, but no promises. Just depends on how I'm feeling. In the meantime, enjoy the boys little interlude. *g*
Title: Subspace
Pairings: S/A (main), S/? (several)
Rating: very NC17
Warning: Teenage (but legal) Spike in a BDSM relationship with an older man.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Beta'd: by thatotherperv
smut_69 prompt: #30 - Kinky; Big Kinky Table
Summary: Human AU. Days after Spike turns eighteen, he gets sucked into a whole new world by a mysterious man, but is it one he's ready for?
Previous chapters in memories and at my site.
Banner by angelstoy
Chapter 21
Previously:
Spike groaned as overexerted muscles relaxed, his limbs falling to the mattress. Instead of rolling off him, though, Angel remained on top of him and between his legs, as he buried his face in Spike's neck. Sensing Angel needed some kind of silent reassurance after their recent estrangement, Spike reached up and wrapped his arms around him, holding him to him. For a long time they stayed like that, not talking, not moving, just…being together.
Spike started to drift until there was a knock at the door and Lindsey's muffled voice said from the other side, "I ordered you guys some food and it's here. I'm uh, going to spend the night at Darla's hotel. See you guys tomorrow."
Spike groaned and Angel lifted his head. "What?"
Spike looked at him incredulously. "What? How about the fact that we just made a bloody lot of noise and there's no way Lindsey didn't hear it. We drove him out of his own home…after he went to the trouble of ordering us food."
Angel looked chagrinned and started to get up. "I should go talk to him."
Spike tightened his arms around him. "No. Let him go. Don’t think it'll be a hardship for him staying the night with her and I think he needs some space anyway, even if he is the reason I'm here."
Angel's brow crinkled. "What are you talking about?" he asked as he rolled off Spike and grabbed his shirt from the floor next to the bed, using it to wipe them both up.
Spike stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "Right. So, you already know I haven't been eating right since…."
"Yeah," Angel prompted when Spike trailed off.
Spike rolled his head to the side to look at Angel. "I also sorta spent the last several days holed up in my room. Dad got worried and called Lindsey to find out if he had any idea why. Lindsey…still isn't comfortable about all this, but I guess he was more worried about me than uncomfortable after what my dad told him, and worried about you since you've uh, been scaring the help and ripping the flat apart, so he came over and made me realize that maybe you hadn't called because you hadn't listened to my messages. That's why I came over, to find out either way. Almost chickened out, too, but Lindsey wouldn't let me."
Angel smiled affectionately. "He's a good kid."
Spike arched an eyebrow and teased, "That kid's older than me."
Angel blushed, actually blushed, and Spike found himself chuckling in spite of himself. Angel's expression went from embarrassed to predatory in one second flat, and before Spike knew what he was about, Angel had rolled back on top of him, pinning him down with his body, fingers dancing over Spike's skin, tickling him mercilessly.
Spike squirmed and gasped and begged for him to stop, but Angel kept going for a bit before he finally quit.
Spike lay under him after, panting for air. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
Angel smirked down at him. "That, my boy, is what you get for laughing at me."
Spike affected a pout. "Can't help it if you look cute when you blush."
Angel leaned in and nipped at Spike's bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth. The playful attitude deserted Spike immediately and he moaned, hands reaching up to clutch at Angel's hips as Angel released his lip and thrust his tongue into his mouth.
A moment later, Angel broke the kiss and looked down at Spike, saying, "It's probably a good thing Lindsey left for the night because I have no intention of letting you out of this bed any time soon and every intention of making you scream and beg until your voice goes hoarse.
Spike's breath caught in his throat and his gaze shifted between Angel's eyes and his mouth as he asked huskily, "That a fact?"
Angel kissed him again. "That's a fact."
Spike's stomach chose that moment to growl and he arched an eyebrow. "What about the take away, then? Going to eat it?"
Angel nodded and climbed off the bed. "We are. But first I have a present for you."
Spike's eyes widened and he turned on his side, propping himself up on his arm as he watched Angel cross the room. "You do?"
Angel rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a strip of leather with what looked like a collar at one end, and two cuffs, one positioned above the other, at the other end. Spike felt heat pulse through him in spite of how recently he'd got his end away.
Licking his lips, he stared at it as Angel walked over to the bed with it. "What's that, then?"
Angel climbed onto the bed and Spike sat up as Angel sat down next to him. Fingering the collar end, Angel said, "This is something I picked up while I was out of town the last time, after I flogged you that night." His eyes came up to meet Spike's. "I really liked you in that collar, and then I saw this in a store and I got hard picturing you in it."
Spike's breathing had sped up at some point while Angel was talking, so that he had to take a deep breath and swallow hard before saying, "What are you waiting for, then?" Spike shifted around so he was on his knees, then sat back on his heels and waited.
Angel's eyes dilated with lust and he shifted forward, opening the clasp on the collar and sliding it around Spike's neck. Spike's eyes drifted shut and he moaned low in his throat as Angel secured the collar snug to his throat. He kept his eyes closed while Angel shifted behind him and maneuvered first one of Spike's wrists, then the other into the cuffs hanging down his back from a leather strip connected to the back of the collar. Spike's heart sped up as he was bound. He swallowed, loving the feeling of the collar at his throat, imagining what it'd be like to wear Angel's collar permanently, not just during sex games, and he realized suddenly that he wanted that very much -- a thought that excited him and scared the soddin' hell out of him at the same time.
Angel shifted in front of him again and fingered the collar. "Christ. You look so fucking hot like this."
Spike opened his eyes and stared into Angel's, not saying a word, not sure he could just then as emotion overwhelmed him. Luckily he didn't have to. Angel leaned in and kissed him thoroughly. Spike's trapped hands fisted behind his back. He wished he could touch Angel, but at the same time loved that he couldn't.
Angel pulled back and asked softly, "Do you like it?"
Spike swallowed. "Like's a bit mild. Turned the fuck on, more like. Love it, Angel."
Angel smiled and did that odd kissing him on the nose thing he'd suddenly started today, which Spike didn't mind one bit.
Climbing off the bed, Angel said, "Turned on will have to wait. We need to eat, first."
Spike pulled at his bindings a little and quirked an eyebrow. "Right. Angel? Might be a bit of a problem, that, what with my hands being trapped behind my back."
Angel chuckled and leaned in for a kiss before straightening in all his naked glory. "That isn't a problem. Prop up some pillows against the headboard and settle in against them. I'll be right back."
Spike watched Angel's arse appreciatively as he walked out of the room, then turned to look at the head of the bed, trying to work out how exactly he was supposed to rearrange pillows and settle in against them with his arms trussed up like they were.
Finally, with some backwards shuffling and trial and error, Spike managed to prop the pillows up against the headboard, then scooted back against them on his butt, his arms pressed between his back and the pillows. Despite having got off recently, he felt himself get half hard as he pulled at the cuffs around his wrists, testing them, which in turn pulled on his collar, half choking him until he stopped struggling against his bindings.
Angel walked back in a minute later, carrying a tray with legs and take away cartons on top. He set it down next to the bed and stood back, studying Spike, his eyes falling to Spike's lap and his burgeoning erection, which of course only got Spike harder.
Smiling knowingly, Angel leaned over him and braced one hand on the headboard, the other falling to Spike's lap. He fisted him and Spike's eyes slid closed, his head falling back to the pillows as he moaned and canted his hips up into Angel's hand.
"Look at me."
Spike opened his eyes and stared up at Angel, arousal thrumming through him as Angel jerked him to full hardness. "Such a slut for me, aren't you? Such a good little bitch."
Spike moaned, eyes half closing before he remembered the order to look at Angel. Forcing his eyes open again, he said pleadingly, "Angel…."
"Say it. Tell me you're a good little bitch," Angel ordered, voice low.
Spike's breath quickened. "I'm a good little bitch."
Angel's hand sped up. "Whose good little bitch?"
Warmth swirled inside Spike at the possessiveness in Angel's voice, especially after their recent estrangement. He hadn't realized how much he needed that reassurance from Angel until right then. "Yours, Angel. Your bitch. Only yours," he said in a rush.
Angel leaned in and kissed him hard and fast, thrusting his tongue in his mouth, demanding total submission, which Spike gave him without a second thought. Angel pulled out of the kiss and let go of Spike's cock at the same time. Spike whimpered at the loss, watching through hooded eyes as Angel dug through his bedside table drawer for something, coming up with a set of nipple clamps. Spike moaned in pleasure-pain as Angel clamped first one nipple, then the other. Angel tested them by pulling on the silver chain connecting them and Spike arched and gasped. Between the collar, the cuffs, and the clamps, his entire body thrummed with arousal.
Angel stood back and studied his handy work. The naked hunger on his face made Spike's breath catch in his throat.
Angel said, "Almost perfect. Just need one more…."
Spike watched in anticipation as Angel turned away and crossed to his dresser, pulling out a plug with a curved end like the one Angel had given him a while back, except slightly wider, and a remote. Angel walked back over and set the remote down on his bedside table, picking up the lube as he did so.
"Roll over onto your side and pull your top leg up to your chest."
Awkwardly, Spike did as told, gasping as the silver chain connecting his nipple clamps caught between him and the pillow and pulled slightly before he shifted to fix it. Spike felt slicked fingers at his arsehole and turned his head into the pillow, moaning and pushing back against them as they breached him and slid in. Spike's hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly as Angel finger fucked him for a minute or two before pulling them out and pressing something significantly bigger into him, slowly.
Centimeter by centimeter, Angel pushed the plug in, purposely taking his time and driving Spike insane. Spike groaned and tried to push back on it, trying to get it in faster, but all he got for his efforts was a smack on his arse and an order to stay still as one hand pried his cheeks apart. Spike breathed heavily, knowing Angel was getting off on watching his arsehole stretch wider and wider to accommodate the toy.
"Fuck, Angel. Please," Spike begged, needing it in, needing relief from the stretching.
He was getting harder by the second, both from the stretching and from the fact that he was completely helpless to stop any of it right then.
Instead of going faster, Angel stopped completely and rubbed the underside of the thigh pushed up to Spike's chest. "Shh. Just a little more. You can take it, baby. For me."
Spike swallowed hard and panted, shivers racing through his body. After a moment, he said breathlessly, "For you."
Immediately the plug started moving again, just as slowly as before. When it stretched Spike so wide he thought he was going to split in two, Angel paused again and twisted. The muscles in Spike’s arms and legs twitched with the struggle to keep still.
"You have no idea how much it turns me on seeing you like this," Angel said, voice heated. "Bound and helpless, body quivering, your tight little asshole trying to suck in the plug."
Spike panted. "Fucking hell. Please."
Angel twisted the plug again and asked casually, "You want to come?"
Spike nodded, eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, Angel."
Another twist and Angel asked, "Want me to get you off?"
Spike moaned. "Yes, Angel."
Suddenly Angel let go of the plug and Spike gasped as his body instantly sucked it the rest of the way in.
Angel straightened and said cheerfully, "Good. Let's eat."
For a full minute, Spike didn't move, just laid on his side -- collared, hands bound behind him, nipples throbbing from the clamps on them, arse throbbing pleasantly from the prolonged stretching it had just been put through -- unable to believe his ears.
Angel walked around the end of the bed and up the side Spike was facing. He sat down on the bed next to Spike and started opening take away cartons, and still Spike didn't move, sure he'd heard and was seeing wrong. There was no way Angel had got him that turned on, that close to coming, just to leave him like that to eat dinner.
Eventually, Angel glanced over at him and said, "Sit up."
Spike blinked at him. "You're serious."
Angel met his gaze and said, "Very. You've hardly eaten in days. We shouldn't have even fucked the first time before you ate. And with what I'm going to do to you tonight….you're going to need all the nourishment you can get, boy."
Spike's cock twitched. He groaned and struggled to sit up, gasping as the plug inside him shifted and his cock bobbed in the air. The chain connecting his clamps shifted, pulling lightly at them, sending tiny sparks of pain shooting through his nipples.
Finally he was sitting, breathing heavily both at the effort and the level of arousal he was suffering through. "Don't know how you expect me to eat like this. The fact that I'm hard enough to pound nails aside, I can't use my bloody hands to feed myself."
Angel picked a bit of chicken fried rice up in his chopsticks and reached over, nudging Spike's lips with it. "I don't expect you to. I'm going to feed you."
Spike's face heated and he pulled back a little. "You're…what? I'm not a bloody child."
Angel's eyes flashed with desire as he looked Spike up and down. "No, you're very much not. You're my sub, and if I want to feed you while you sit there bound, clamped and stuffed, I will. Understand?"
A thrill of arousal shot through him and Spike's breathing, which had just slowed to somewhat normal, quickened again. "Yes, Angel."
"Good, now open up before I have to turn you over my knee and punish you."
Dutifully Spike opened, still slightly embarrassed about being fed. His lips closed around the chopsticks and he watched as Angel's eyes dilated. Deciding that maybe this wasn't so bad after all, he slowly pulled the food into his mouth, then licked his lips, nearly smiling as Angel's breath caught in his throat. Another bite and Spike missed some of it, the bit of food landing somewhere on his chin where his tongue couldn't get to it. Angel leaned in and licked it off, then kissed him softly on the lips before pulling back and feeding him another bite.
Yeah. Spike had to admit he was definitely wrong about not wanting to be fed. As the meal went on and more bits of food were dropped, some purposely by him, some purposely by Angel, Spike amended that thought yet again, deciding this was easily one of the most erotic, intimate things he and Angel had done yet.
A piece of sweet and sour pork fell off the chopstick just as it reached Spike's mouth and fell down onto his stomach, just above his cock, making him jump. Angel just smirked and leaned down, eating it off him. He started to straighten, but paused and then Spike was whimpering brokenly as Angel's lips closed around the head of his cock and sucked him for a few seconds.
"Bloody hell, Angel," Spike said breathlessly, staring at Angel's mouth as the older man licked his lips.
Angel smiled. "Still don't want me to feed you?"
Spike shook his head and said earnestly, "Can admit when I'm wrong, and I was definitely wrong about this."
Angel chuckled at that and grabbed a glass of wine, tipping it up to Spike's lips. Spike took a drink, then tensed as Angel tipped it up too far and some spilled out the sides, down his chin and onto his chest, right down over his clamped nipples.
Angel righted the glass and set it down. In a less-than-apologetic tone, he said, "Oops. Sorry about that. Here, let me clean that up for you."
Spike sucked in a sharp breath as Angel's face closed in on his and Angel licked his chin from the underside right up to the corner of his mouth on each side. Angel paused, then pressed a quick kiss to Spike's lips before bending over his chest and lapping up spilled wine from there. Spike fell back against the pillows and arched his back, giving Angel better access. Angel took advantage and licked and kissed his way all the way down to Spike's aching nipples. Without removing the clamps, Angel licked his nipples clean as Spike moaned and writhed, babbled pleas falling from his lips, not sure if he was pleading for more or for it to stop. It hurt like a bitch, but at the same time it felt so fucking good.
Angel gave one last lick to each nipple and sat back. Spike, too wrung out to move, stayed where he was, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch a deep breath and convince his body it wasn't a good idea to explode right then.
"Full?" Angel asked, sounding amused.
Spike shot him a look, but nodded. When Angel's eyes started to narrow, Spike remembered himself and said out loud, "Yes, Angel."
Fingers lightly grazed the underside of Spike's cock and it jumped toward them, as if begging for more. "I'm guessing you'd like some help with this?"
Spike met Angel's gaze and swallowed, nodding eagerly. "Yes, Angel."
Angel flicked at the tip then pulled his hand away. Reaching past Spike, Angel opened the drawer he'd pulled the nipple clamps out of and grabbed a cock ring. Spike bit off a curse as Angel straightened and fastened it around his cock and balls, then groaned as it tightened around him, the pressure both turning him on and frustrating him since he knew it meant he'd have to wait for a while before he was allowed to come.
"Is that better?" Angel asked casually.
Spike stared at him for a second, then said tightly, "Better's not the word I'd used for it, no."
Affecting an apologetic expression, Angel said, "Sorry, but the food needs some time to digest. One or both of us could get a cramp if we do anything now."
And just like that, Angel twisted around on the bed, grabbed something off his nightstand that Spike couldn't quite see and a second later, the telly at the other end of the room clicked on.
"Are you kidding me?" Spike asked, incredulous.
Next to him, Angel tensed. "Watch your mouth, boy."
Taking a deep breath, Spike said, "Sorry."
Angel nodded. "Don't let it happen again or I'll have to punish you. Now, be quiet. I love this episode."
Spike bit off a stream of curses and laid back on the pillows, preparing himself for absolute hell while he waited silently for the show to get done. Spike had just started to actually get into the show, letting it distract him from the throbbing need to come thrumming through him, when the vibrator in his arse clicked on.
Spike gasped and almost said something, only remembering at the last second he wasn't allowed to talk. Bloody hell, it would have been better if Angel had just gagged him. There was no way he was going to be able to sit there on the edge of coming for the rest of the show without saying something.
Ten minutes later, Spike lay squirming and whimpering, having somehow managed to keep his mouth shut so far. Meanwhile, Angel sat back on the pillows next to Spike and laughed at some joke someone had just told on the show. Only his erection jutting up from between his legs gave Spike any indication he was getting off on what he was doing to him. If Spike's hands had been free, the wine glass from dinner would have wound up in the telly right about then.
Just when Spike didn't think it could get any worse, Angel reached over and threw an arm around him, pulling him close as the vibrations inside his arse kicked up to high. Spike's head dropped back on Angel's arm and he cried out in frustration as he began shivering uncontrollably and writhing against Angel.
Mindlessly, he turned toward him and pressed his mouth against Angel's upper chest in an effort to keep from cursing out loud. He loved and hated it when Angel did this to him, stuffed him in a cock ring and turned the vibrator in his arse on high. Usually, though, he was bound spread-eagled to the bed, a gag in his mouth and sometimes a blindfold over his eyes and right then, he wished for that. This took more control. He had to make himself keep quiet, instead of relying on the gag, and he had to stop himself from rubbing against Angel and getting himself off before he was allowed, something that wasn't an issue when he was tied to the bed with nothing to rub against.
In an attempt to distract himself, Spike moved his mouth down and sucked on Angel's nipple. Angel moaned and reached up, grabbing the back of Spike's head and holding him to him. Before long, Spike was alternating between quick, hard sucks and teasing nibbles, reveling in the way that Angel moaned and bucked under him, cursing and clutching him to him.
Eventually, though, Angel pulled him off with a gasp and Spike looked down at the red, swollen nipple, amazed he'd done that, even more amazed Angel had allowed it. Looking up, Spike met Angel's nearly black eyes and held his gaze as he leaned toward the other nipple, waiting to see if he'd be given permission. Angel nodded, and Spike leaned across him, biting and sucking at that one until it was just as abused as the first. By the time Angel pulled him off, they were both panting and Spike was on the edge of coming, despite the cock ring.
Licking his lips, Angel asked, "Think our food's digested enough?"
Spike nodded desperately.
"You can speak."
"Bloody hell. Yes, Angel," Spike said.
"Get on your back," Angel ordered.
Eagerly Spike complied, praying that he was about to get some relief. Hands reached for his chest and the clamps were pulled off. Spike cried out, pain shooting through his nipples as blood rushed back into the abused flesh, getting him harder yet. Angel slid down next to him on his stomach, reached for his cock ring and released it, saying, "You can come anytime," then swallowed him whole.
Spike immediately arched into Angel's mouth and screamed out his orgasm. Everything whited out and his toes curled, every muscle in his body tensed as the orgasm went on and on. When he came down after, he sank back into the bed, completely boneless as he fought to catch his breath.
Blissed out, he was barely aware of Angel maneuvering him around until he was flat on his back on the bed, the collar and cuff combo removed and replaced by another collar, his hands in a new set of cuffs that were locked to the headboard above his head. Angel removed his plug and slid into him. Spike moaned, little shock waves of pleasure shimmering through him.
Spike wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, Angel fucking into him while he laid there, absorbing it, little breathy moans and whimpers falling from his lips whenever Angel's erection slid against his over-sensitized prostate, even though he couldn't get hard right then. Forcing his eyes open, Spike looked up at Angel and shivered at the hungry look on his face. He looked like he wanted to devour him. Spike wished he could get hard, wished he could get off on Angel fucking him right then, but his body was too spent to even put forth a half-arsed effort.
Then he saw Angel look down at his flaccid cock. The hungry look intensified and Spike realized part of what was getting Angel hot and bothered was shagging him while Spike was soft. What was more, Spike found being used that way turned him on immensely. He figured he'd be wanking off to the memory of it later, but for now, he licked his lips and moaned again, tightening his arse muscles around Angel until Angel looked up and met his eyes. Spike tightened his legs around Angel's waist and used them to lift himself to meet Angel's thrusts. Angel shuddered and picked up the pace, slamming into Spike hard and fast until finally he froze above him, head thrown back as he groaned out his orgasm.
After, Angel collapsed down on top of Spike before rolling off, unlocking Spike's cuffs, and pulling Spike onto his side and against his chest. Spike went willingly, no words being spoken between them as he curled into Angel's larger body and threw an arm across Angel's waist. The last memory he had before drifting to sleep was the sound of Angel's heartbeat under his ear and the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.
Continued here.
Title: Subspace
Pairings: S/A (main), S/? (several)
Rating: very NC17
Warning: Teenage (but legal) Spike in a BDSM relationship with an older man.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Beta'd: by thatotherperv
smut_69 prompt: #30 - Kinky; Big Kinky Table
Summary: Human AU. Days after Spike turns eighteen, he gets sucked into a whole new world by a mysterious man, but is it one he's ready for?
Previous chapters in memories and at my site.
Banner by angelstoy
Chapter 21
Previously:
Spike groaned as overexerted muscles relaxed, his limbs falling to the mattress. Instead of rolling off him, though, Angel remained on top of him and between his legs, as he buried his face in Spike's neck. Sensing Angel needed some kind of silent reassurance after their recent estrangement, Spike reached up and wrapped his arms around him, holding him to him. For a long time they stayed like that, not talking, not moving, just…being together.
Spike started to drift until there was a knock at the door and Lindsey's muffled voice said from the other side, "I ordered you guys some food and it's here. I'm uh, going to spend the night at Darla's hotel. See you guys tomorrow."
Spike groaned and Angel lifted his head. "What?"
Spike looked at him incredulously. "What? How about the fact that we just made a bloody lot of noise and there's no way Lindsey didn't hear it. We drove him out of his own home…after he went to the trouble of ordering us food."
Angel looked chagrinned and started to get up. "I should go talk to him."
Spike tightened his arms around him. "No. Let him go. Don’t think it'll be a hardship for him staying the night with her and I think he needs some space anyway, even if he is the reason I'm here."
Angel's brow crinkled. "What are you talking about?" he asked as he rolled off Spike and grabbed his shirt from the floor next to the bed, using it to wipe them both up.
Spike stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "Right. So, you already know I haven't been eating right since…."
"Yeah," Angel prompted when Spike trailed off.
Spike rolled his head to the side to look at Angel. "I also sorta spent the last several days holed up in my room. Dad got worried and called Lindsey to find out if he had any idea why. Lindsey…still isn't comfortable about all this, but I guess he was more worried about me than uncomfortable after what my dad told him, and worried about you since you've uh, been scaring the help and ripping the flat apart, so he came over and made me realize that maybe you hadn't called because you hadn't listened to my messages. That's why I came over, to find out either way. Almost chickened out, too, but Lindsey wouldn't let me."
Angel smiled affectionately. "He's a good kid."
Spike arched an eyebrow and teased, "That kid's older than me."
Angel blushed, actually blushed, and Spike found himself chuckling in spite of himself. Angel's expression went from embarrassed to predatory in one second flat, and before Spike knew what he was about, Angel had rolled back on top of him, pinning him down with his body, fingers dancing over Spike's skin, tickling him mercilessly.
Spike squirmed and gasped and begged for him to stop, but Angel kept going for a bit before he finally quit.
Spike lay under him after, panting for air. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
Angel smirked down at him. "That, my boy, is what you get for laughing at me."
Spike affected a pout. "Can't help it if you look cute when you blush."
Angel leaned in and nipped at Spike's bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth. The playful attitude deserted Spike immediately and he moaned, hands reaching up to clutch at Angel's hips as Angel released his lip and thrust his tongue into his mouth.
A moment later, Angel broke the kiss and looked down at Spike, saying, "It's probably a good thing Lindsey left for the night because I have no intention of letting you out of this bed any time soon and every intention of making you scream and beg until your voice goes hoarse.
Spike's breath caught in his throat and his gaze shifted between Angel's eyes and his mouth as he asked huskily, "That a fact?"
Angel kissed him again. "That's a fact."
Spike's stomach chose that moment to growl and he arched an eyebrow. "What about the take away, then? Going to eat it?"
Angel nodded and climbed off the bed. "We are. But first I have a present for you."
Spike's eyes widened and he turned on his side, propping himself up on his arm as he watched Angel cross the room. "You do?"
Angel rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a strip of leather with what looked like a collar at one end, and two cuffs, one positioned above the other, at the other end. Spike felt heat pulse through him in spite of how recently he'd got his end away.
Licking his lips, he stared at it as Angel walked over to the bed with it. "What's that, then?"
Angel climbed onto the bed and Spike sat up as Angel sat down next to him. Fingering the collar end, Angel said, "This is something I picked up while I was out of town the last time, after I flogged you that night." His eyes came up to meet Spike's. "I really liked you in that collar, and then I saw this in a store and I got hard picturing you in it."
Spike's breathing had sped up at some point while Angel was talking, so that he had to take a deep breath and swallow hard before saying, "What are you waiting for, then?" Spike shifted around so he was on his knees, then sat back on his heels and waited.
Angel's eyes dilated with lust and he shifted forward, opening the clasp on the collar and sliding it around Spike's neck. Spike's eyes drifted shut and he moaned low in his throat as Angel secured the collar snug to his throat. He kept his eyes closed while Angel shifted behind him and maneuvered first one of Spike's wrists, then the other into the cuffs hanging down his back from a leather strip connected to the back of the collar. Spike's heart sped up as he was bound. He swallowed, loving the feeling of the collar at his throat, imagining what it'd be like to wear Angel's collar permanently, not just during sex games, and he realized suddenly that he wanted that very much -- a thought that excited him and scared the soddin' hell out of him at the same time.
Angel shifted in front of him again and fingered the collar. "Christ. You look so fucking hot like this."
Spike opened his eyes and stared into Angel's, not saying a word, not sure he could just then as emotion overwhelmed him. Luckily he didn't have to. Angel leaned in and kissed him thoroughly. Spike's trapped hands fisted behind his back. He wished he could touch Angel, but at the same time loved that he couldn't.
Angel pulled back and asked softly, "Do you like it?"
Spike swallowed. "Like's a bit mild. Turned the fuck on, more like. Love it, Angel."
Angel smiled and did that odd kissing him on the nose thing he'd suddenly started today, which Spike didn't mind one bit.
Climbing off the bed, Angel said, "Turned on will have to wait. We need to eat, first."
Spike pulled at his bindings a little and quirked an eyebrow. "Right. Angel? Might be a bit of a problem, that, what with my hands being trapped behind my back."
Angel chuckled and leaned in for a kiss before straightening in all his naked glory. "That isn't a problem. Prop up some pillows against the headboard and settle in against them. I'll be right back."
Spike watched Angel's arse appreciatively as he walked out of the room, then turned to look at the head of the bed, trying to work out how exactly he was supposed to rearrange pillows and settle in against them with his arms trussed up like they were.
Finally, with some backwards shuffling and trial and error, Spike managed to prop the pillows up against the headboard, then scooted back against them on his butt, his arms pressed between his back and the pillows. Despite having got off recently, he felt himself get half hard as he pulled at the cuffs around his wrists, testing them, which in turn pulled on his collar, half choking him until he stopped struggling against his bindings.
Angel walked back in a minute later, carrying a tray with legs and take away cartons on top. He set it down next to the bed and stood back, studying Spike, his eyes falling to Spike's lap and his burgeoning erection, which of course only got Spike harder.
Smiling knowingly, Angel leaned over him and braced one hand on the headboard, the other falling to Spike's lap. He fisted him and Spike's eyes slid closed, his head falling back to the pillows as he moaned and canted his hips up into Angel's hand.
"Look at me."
Spike opened his eyes and stared up at Angel, arousal thrumming through him as Angel jerked him to full hardness. "Such a slut for me, aren't you? Such a good little bitch."
Spike moaned, eyes half closing before he remembered the order to look at Angel. Forcing his eyes open again, he said pleadingly, "Angel…."
"Say it. Tell me you're a good little bitch," Angel ordered, voice low.
Spike's breath quickened. "I'm a good little bitch."
Angel's hand sped up. "Whose good little bitch?"
Warmth swirled inside Spike at the possessiveness in Angel's voice, especially after their recent estrangement. He hadn't realized how much he needed that reassurance from Angel until right then. "Yours, Angel. Your bitch. Only yours," he said in a rush.
Angel leaned in and kissed him hard and fast, thrusting his tongue in his mouth, demanding total submission, which Spike gave him without a second thought. Angel pulled out of the kiss and let go of Spike's cock at the same time. Spike whimpered at the loss, watching through hooded eyes as Angel dug through his bedside table drawer for something, coming up with a set of nipple clamps. Spike moaned in pleasure-pain as Angel clamped first one nipple, then the other. Angel tested them by pulling on the silver chain connecting them and Spike arched and gasped. Between the collar, the cuffs, and the clamps, his entire body thrummed with arousal.
Angel stood back and studied his handy work. The naked hunger on his face made Spike's breath catch in his throat.
Angel said, "Almost perfect. Just need one more…."
Spike watched in anticipation as Angel turned away and crossed to his dresser, pulling out a plug with a curved end like the one Angel had given him a while back, except slightly wider, and a remote. Angel walked back over and set the remote down on his bedside table, picking up the lube as he did so.
"Roll over onto your side and pull your top leg up to your chest."
Awkwardly, Spike did as told, gasping as the silver chain connecting his nipple clamps caught between him and the pillow and pulled slightly before he shifted to fix it. Spike felt slicked fingers at his arsehole and turned his head into the pillow, moaning and pushing back against them as they breached him and slid in. Spike's hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly as Angel finger fucked him for a minute or two before pulling them out and pressing something significantly bigger into him, slowly.
Centimeter by centimeter, Angel pushed the plug in, purposely taking his time and driving Spike insane. Spike groaned and tried to push back on it, trying to get it in faster, but all he got for his efforts was a smack on his arse and an order to stay still as one hand pried his cheeks apart. Spike breathed heavily, knowing Angel was getting off on watching his arsehole stretch wider and wider to accommodate the toy.
"Fuck, Angel. Please," Spike begged, needing it in, needing relief from the stretching.
He was getting harder by the second, both from the stretching and from the fact that he was completely helpless to stop any of it right then.
Instead of going faster, Angel stopped completely and rubbed the underside of the thigh pushed up to Spike's chest. "Shh. Just a little more. You can take it, baby. For me."
Spike swallowed hard and panted, shivers racing through his body. After a moment, he said breathlessly, "For you."
Immediately the plug started moving again, just as slowly as before. When it stretched Spike so wide he thought he was going to split in two, Angel paused again and twisted. The muscles in Spike’s arms and legs twitched with the struggle to keep still.
"You have no idea how much it turns me on seeing you like this," Angel said, voice heated. "Bound and helpless, body quivering, your tight little asshole trying to suck in the plug."
Spike panted. "Fucking hell. Please."
Angel twisted the plug again and asked casually, "You want to come?"
Spike nodded, eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, Angel."
Another twist and Angel asked, "Want me to get you off?"
Spike moaned. "Yes, Angel."
Suddenly Angel let go of the plug and Spike gasped as his body instantly sucked it the rest of the way in.
Angel straightened and said cheerfully, "Good. Let's eat."
For a full minute, Spike didn't move, just laid on his side -- collared, hands bound behind him, nipples throbbing from the clamps on them, arse throbbing pleasantly from the prolonged stretching it had just been put through -- unable to believe his ears.
Angel walked around the end of the bed and up the side Spike was facing. He sat down on the bed next to Spike and started opening take away cartons, and still Spike didn't move, sure he'd heard and was seeing wrong. There was no way Angel had got him that turned on, that close to coming, just to leave him like that to eat dinner.
Eventually, Angel glanced over at him and said, "Sit up."
Spike blinked at him. "You're serious."
Angel met his gaze and said, "Very. You've hardly eaten in days. We shouldn't have even fucked the first time before you ate. And with what I'm going to do to you tonight….you're going to need all the nourishment you can get, boy."
Spike's cock twitched. He groaned and struggled to sit up, gasping as the plug inside him shifted and his cock bobbed in the air. The chain connecting his clamps shifted, pulling lightly at them, sending tiny sparks of pain shooting through his nipples.
Finally he was sitting, breathing heavily both at the effort and the level of arousal he was suffering through. "Don't know how you expect me to eat like this. The fact that I'm hard enough to pound nails aside, I can't use my bloody hands to feed myself."
Angel picked a bit of chicken fried rice up in his chopsticks and reached over, nudging Spike's lips with it. "I don't expect you to. I'm going to feed you."
Spike's face heated and he pulled back a little. "You're…what? I'm not a bloody child."
Angel's eyes flashed with desire as he looked Spike up and down. "No, you're very much not. You're my sub, and if I want to feed you while you sit there bound, clamped and stuffed, I will. Understand?"
A thrill of arousal shot through him and Spike's breathing, which had just slowed to somewhat normal, quickened again. "Yes, Angel."
"Good, now open up before I have to turn you over my knee and punish you."
Dutifully Spike opened, still slightly embarrassed about being fed. His lips closed around the chopsticks and he watched as Angel's eyes dilated. Deciding that maybe this wasn't so bad after all, he slowly pulled the food into his mouth, then licked his lips, nearly smiling as Angel's breath caught in his throat. Another bite and Spike missed some of it, the bit of food landing somewhere on his chin where his tongue couldn't get to it. Angel leaned in and licked it off, then kissed him softly on the lips before pulling back and feeding him another bite.
Yeah. Spike had to admit he was definitely wrong about not wanting to be fed. As the meal went on and more bits of food were dropped, some purposely by him, some purposely by Angel, Spike amended that thought yet again, deciding this was easily one of the most erotic, intimate things he and Angel had done yet.
A piece of sweet and sour pork fell off the chopstick just as it reached Spike's mouth and fell down onto his stomach, just above his cock, making him jump. Angel just smirked and leaned down, eating it off him. He started to straighten, but paused and then Spike was whimpering brokenly as Angel's lips closed around the head of his cock and sucked him for a few seconds.
"Bloody hell, Angel," Spike said breathlessly, staring at Angel's mouth as the older man licked his lips.
Angel smiled. "Still don't want me to feed you?"
Spike shook his head and said earnestly, "Can admit when I'm wrong, and I was definitely wrong about this."
Angel chuckled at that and grabbed a glass of wine, tipping it up to Spike's lips. Spike took a drink, then tensed as Angel tipped it up too far and some spilled out the sides, down his chin and onto his chest, right down over his clamped nipples.
Angel righted the glass and set it down. In a less-than-apologetic tone, he said, "Oops. Sorry about that. Here, let me clean that up for you."
Spike sucked in a sharp breath as Angel's face closed in on his and Angel licked his chin from the underside right up to the corner of his mouth on each side. Angel paused, then pressed a quick kiss to Spike's lips before bending over his chest and lapping up spilled wine from there. Spike fell back against the pillows and arched his back, giving Angel better access. Angel took advantage and licked and kissed his way all the way down to Spike's aching nipples. Without removing the clamps, Angel licked his nipples clean as Spike moaned and writhed, babbled pleas falling from his lips, not sure if he was pleading for more or for it to stop. It hurt like a bitch, but at the same time it felt so fucking good.
Angel gave one last lick to each nipple and sat back. Spike, too wrung out to move, stayed where he was, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch a deep breath and convince his body it wasn't a good idea to explode right then.
"Full?" Angel asked, sounding amused.
Spike shot him a look, but nodded. When Angel's eyes started to narrow, Spike remembered himself and said out loud, "Yes, Angel."
Fingers lightly grazed the underside of Spike's cock and it jumped toward them, as if begging for more. "I'm guessing you'd like some help with this?"
Spike met Angel's gaze and swallowed, nodding eagerly. "Yes, Angel."
Angel flicked at the tip then pulled his hand away. Reaching past Spike, Angel opened the drawer he'd pulled the nipple clamps out of and grabbed a cock ring. Spike bit off a curse as Angel straightened and fastened it around his cock and balls, then groaned as it tightened around him, the pressure both turning him on and frustrating him since he knew it meant he'd have to wait for a while before he was allowed to come.
"Is that better?" Angel asked casually.
Spike stared at him for a second, then said tightly, "Better's not the word I'd used for it, no."
Affecting an apologetic expression, Angel said, "Sorry, but the food needs some time to digest. One or both of us could get a cramp if we do anything now."
And just like that, Angel twisted around on the bed, grabbed something off his nightstand that Spike couldn't quite see and a second later, the telly at the other end of the room clicked on.
"Are you kidding me?" Spike asked, incredulous.
Next to him, Angel tensed. "Watch your mouth, boy."
Taking a deep breath, Spike said, "Sorry."
Angel nodded. "Don't let it happen again or I'll have to punish you. Now, be quiet. I love this episode."
Spike bit off a stream of curses and laid back on the pillows, preparing himself for absolute hell while he waited silently for the show to get done. Spike had just started to actually get into the show, letting it distract him from the throbbing need to come thrumming through him, when the vibrator in his arse clicked on.
Spike gasped and almost said something, only remembering at the last second he wasn't allowed to talk. Bloody hell, it would have been better if Angel had just gagged him. There was no way he was going to be able to sit there on the edge of coming for the rest of the show without saying something.
Ten minutes later, Spike lay squirming and whimpering, having somehow managed to keep his mouth shut so far. Meanwhile, Angel sat back on the pillows next to Spike and laughed at some joke someone had just told on the show. Only his erection jutting up from between his legs gave Spike any indication he was getting off on what he was doing to him. If Spike's hands had been free, the wine glass from dinner would have wound up in the telly right about then.
Just when Spike didn't think it could get any worse, Angel reached over and threw an arm around him, pulling him close as the vibrations inside his arse kicked up to high. Spike's head dropped back on Angel's arm and he cried out in frustration as he began shivering uncontrollably and writhing against Angel.
Mindlessly, he turned toward him and pressed his mouth against Angel's upper chest in an effort to keep from cursing out loud. He loved and hated it when Angel did this to him, stuffed him in a cock ring and turned the vibrator in his arse on high. Usually, though, he was bound spread-eagled to the bed, a gag in his mouth and sometimes a blindfold over his eyes and right then, he wished for that. This took more control. He had to make himself keep quiet, instead of relying on the gag, and he had to stop himself from rubbing against Angel and getting himself off before he was allowed, something that wasn't an issue when he was tied to the bed with nothing to rub against.
In an attempt to distract himself, Spike moved his mouth down and sucked on Angel's nipple. Angel moaned and reached up, grabbing the back of Spike's head and holding him to him. Before long, Spike was alternating between quick, hard sucks and teasing nibbles, reveling in the way that Angel moaned and bucked under him, cursing and clutching him to him.
Eventually, though, Angel pulled him off with a gasp and Spike looked down at the red, swollen nipple, amazed he'd done that, even more amazed Angel had allowed it. Looking up, Spike met Angel's nearly black eyes and held his gaze as he leaned toward the other nipple, waiting to see if he'd be given permission. Angel nodded, and Spike leaned across him, biting and sucking at that one until it was just as abused as the first. By the time Angel pulled him off, they were both panting and Spike was on the edge of coming, despite the cock ring.
Licking his lips, Angel asked, "Think our food's digested enough?"
Spike nodded desperately.
"You can speak."
"Bloody hell. Yes, Angel," Spike said.
"Get on your back," Angel ordered.
Eagerly Spike complied, praying that he was about to get some relief. Hands reached for his chest and the clamps were pulled off. Spike cried out, pain shooting through his nipples as blood rushed back into the abused flesh, getting him harder yet. Angel slid down next to him on his stomach, reached for his cock ring and released it, saying, "You can come anytime," then swallowed him whole.
Spike immediately arched into Angel's mouth and screamed out his orgasm. Everything whited out and his toes curled, every muscle in his body tensed as the orgasm went on and on. When he came down after, he sank back into the bed, completely boneless as he fought to catch his breath.
Blissed out, he was barely aware of Angel maneuvering him around until he was flat on his back on the bed, the collar and cuff combo removed and replaced by another collar, his hands in a new set of cuffs that were locked to the headboard above his head. Angel removed his plug and slid into him. Spike moaned, little shock waves of pleasure shimmering through him.
Spike wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, Angel fucking into him while he laid there, absorbing it, little breathy moans and whimpers falling from his lips whenever Angel's erection slid against his over-sensitized prostate, even though he couldn't get hard right then. Forcing his eyes open, Spike looked up at Angel and shivered at the hungry look on his face. He looked like he wanted to devour him. Spike wished he could get hard, wished he could get off on Angel fucking him right then, but his body was too spent to even put forth a half-arsed effort.
Then he saw Angel look down at his flaccid cock. The hungry look intensified and Spike realized part of what was getting Angel hot and bothered was shagging him while Spike was soft. What was more, Spike found being used that way turned him on immensely. He figured he'd be wanking off to the memory of it later, but for now, he licked his lips and moaned again, tightening his arse muscles around Angel until Angel looked up and met his eyes. Spike tightened his legs around Angel's waist and used them to lift himself to meet Angel's thrusts. Angel shuddered and picked up the pace, slamming into Spike hard and fast until finally he froze above him, head thrown back as he groaned out his orgasm.
After, Angel collapsed down on top of Spike before rolling off, unlocking Spike's cuffs, and pulling Spike onto his side and against his chest. Spike went willingly, no words being spoken between them as he curled into Angel's larger body and threw an arm across Angel's waist. The last memory he had before drifting to sleep was the sound of Angel's heartbeat under his ear and the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.
Continued here.