Story: "Night Off" - Spike/Angel - NC-17
Title: Night Off
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: explicit m/m sex
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word Count: ~2,600
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Angel and Spike had a date, until things went wrong. Note: Pretty much PWP and the smuttiest thing I've ever written. My first real NC-17.
WOW, big thanks to whoever has been nominating this fic. I am nominated at Fang Fetish Awards and Running With Scissors Awards. Viewer's choice (I have icons and this fic nominated) is between 08/20/09 to 09/20/09 so please stop in and vote :)
"I can't even enjoy a night out," Angel muttered to himself, managing to brood while battling a creature with at least a dozen arms. He was already coated with slime, having been grabbed by the slippery tentacles and nearly consumed, only to be spit back out when he took one of its seven eyes with a sword.
For the most part, the creature didn't appear to be much more than a nuisance. Angel had been anxiously waiting in the restaurant, already ordering and sampling different types of sushi. He mentally juxtaposed what was in front of him to what he remembered Spike eating in Asia, trying to figure out what dishes Spike would like.
Now he couldn't remember what his choices had been, and the entire restaurant was destroyed. Worse than that, Spike was late.
"This was supposed to be my time off!" Angel ranted, swinging at the creature. It's rubbery skin absorbed shock, but did not keep the sword from piercing into it's flesh. It made a low, whale-like groan, overlapped with high-pitched whistling.
"He isn't even here," Angel muttered, letting his arms drop. He stepped back, staring at the stupid, bloated creature and wondered if he had the heart to bother cutting it to pieces. Joke's on me, he thought miserably. He's probably in his apartment playing video games. Laughing.
The idea made him fume, knowing that it was just in Spike's nature to lead him on and then stand him up. It was his own fault for wanting to do something more than get drunk with Spike at his apartment. That had been good for a while. It made him feel like a teenager, waiting for the chance to cop a feel. The first time it happened had almost been accidental. There was too much talking about the past and the future, and no matter which way they turned it, it looked the same on all sides. Spike was arguing that nothing had changed, essentially. Angel had taken him as another vampire to hunt with, and here they were, still hunting together.
Or they had been.
"Just as unreliable as ever," Angel commented out loud to the creature. It was the only thing that could listen to him, assuming it was physically capable of doing that. All of the other patrons and employees had fled the instant the demon's flailing tentacles started to smash the lights and tables.
It was quieter now, making heavy breathing noises. Angel started to wonder if it could even survive on land or if it would suffocate like a beached whale when it suddenly lunged and pinned him to the floor, surprisingly agile for it's enormous size.
"Aaarrghhh!" Angel growled his frustration, struggling against the slippery but dexterous limbs. He had not lost his grip on the sword, and began to chop at whatever he could however he could. His clothes were beyond ruined but all he cared about was slaughtering the demon, enjoying the bath of it's filthy blood and taking a long hot shower while mentally planning how he would torture Spike.
Something white flew past the creature, shattering on the floor near Angel's head.
"Oi!" came a shout that Angel recognized instantly. It was an odd feeling to be so angry and so relieved at the same time.
"You ugly nonce," Spike yelled at the demon, hurtling another piece of china at the demon. "You've got a face even your mother couldn't love."
Another shattering piece of flatware to the head, and then demon's grip on Angel slackened completely. He pulled himself free enough to cut through the tentacles holding onto him, and the demon recoiled.
"Spike," Angel barked, tossing the sword to the younger vampire. His ribs twinged in pain from the movement. They were not broken, just severely bruised from the demon's crushing weight.
He steadied himself on his feet and took the opportunity to watch Spike fight. It was almost amusing to see Spike get covered in slime whenever a tentacle whipped out at him. Served him right for being late.
Angel had to admit, he was beautiful when he fought. Spike had a way of moving gracefully, executing perfect strikes. He was full of energy, taking primal joy in fighting. He moved restlessly, weaving around the enemy in such a random, fluid way that was wholly Spike and could be extremely disorienting. At the same time, he would get overexcited and attack without waiting for the right moment.
Angel watched the blonde move, observing the expressions that crossed Spike's animated face as he fought. There were the grins, the sneers, the tongue pressed to his teeth when he laughed, the occasional intense looks, and the wide-eyed reaction to seeing a hit that he couldn't prevent.
The intense range of emotion was something he loved about Spike. It also was painful to see sometimes, watching whatever emotional pain Spike was feeling flash across his face before it was repressed with anger. Their extensive fight had been the best thing for them, putting all of their demons out in the open through violence and blood. If that hadn't happened, Angel didn't think they'd have reached a point where they could sit down together over a few drinks and share in the grim reality of their lives.
"If you're done brooding over there, lend a bloke a hand!" Spike snarled, now fallen and overwhelmed by the hulk of the demon surrounding him.
Angel snapped out of his thoughts, and Spike tipped his head back, mentally thanking whoever for letting Angel pull his head out of his arse long enough to save his own childe.
"'Bout time," Spike said after Angel has hacked the thing to death with a vengeance. He was partially laying underneath the dead weight of the demon. It's blood - or more accurately, ooze - was dripping all over him, soaking through to his skin, but it didn't particularly bother him aside from ruining new clothes. He felt his skin grow warm while he patiently waited for Angel to pull the thing off of him. "My hero," he said sarcastically when Angel finally offered him a hand up. He wavered unsteadily for a second when he stood, still grasping onto Angel for support.
"Thank you for showing up," Angel said pointedly. He couldn't help but notice that Spike had been wearing all new clothes before they had been ruined. The habitual duster had been left behind for the night, something that rarely ever happened. The new black shirt clung to Spike's chest, but Angel wasn't sure if it was because it was tight to begin with or because of the stripes of fluid sticking the fabric to his skin.
"Sorry about being late," Spike returned. "Though I guess with…" he trailed off and vaguely pointed at the wreckage, "this I might get off the hook."
"I waited for you," Angel said, moving closer to Spike. His skin was starting to itch and the only thing that could help it was… his hands pulling at Spike's belt. "I took time off," he mumbled, pulling Spike closer until their hips were half an inch apart. Spike was staring down, transfixed until Angel lifted his chin up. "I came here. Someplace… public… for you," he said slowly.
"Could've been fine at home, pet," Spike mumbled, not wanting to say anything but knowing that Angel wanted a response.
"No," was all that Angel said, placing a hand on the small of Spike's back and drawing the slender blonde against him. It was all the encouragement Spike needed to press their bodies together, his fingers clawing at Angel's shoulders, mouth hot and hungry against Angel's.
They barely stayed on each other's lips, licking and biting instead. Spike's breath huffed against Angel's skin as he slid his mouth away, moving towards Spike's throat instead. He kissed the underside of Spike's jaw while the blonde wound himself around Angel, panting softly in his ear.
Angel was reminded of that first intense time. There'd been too much liquor mixed with blood. He didn't remember wanting to do it so much as he reminded Spike licking drops of blood from his lips, and then suddenly Angel was biting those lips and tasting that mouth, their bodies hard against one another, Spike climbing on top of Angel, still fully clothed and writhing when Angel had felt Spike shudder against him, and it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
Spike's hands were finding their way to Angel's slacks by the time that Angel reached the blonde's neck. Spike's movements reached a fevered peek, noises of encouragement in Angel's ear. A long, teasing lick along the stretch of pale skin elicited a loud moan from Spike, whose hands began to desperately work to move Angel somewhere, but he wouldn't let himself be moved yet. He honed in on one spot, circling his tongue against the skin and then pressed his mouth to the spot and bit as hard as he could. Spike immediately arched against him, a leg raising up and sliding against Angel's hip, grinding his erection against Angel's thigh.
Angel stopped biting, nuzzling his face against Spike's neck and then lifting his head. He grabbed Spike's denim-covered ass, pulling him firmly against him, growing achingly hard to have Spike's firm body wrapped around him, panting in his ear like he was in heat.
They moved, stumbling, a short distance until Angel's back pressed against a wall. Spike was vibrant and all over him then, kissing Angel's mouth, face, ears, and neck with voracity, his hands rubbing Angel's chest and then pressing hard against the slacks before clumsily unbuckling him. He didn't open Angel's pants so much as they eventually fell open through sheer will alone. Angel groaned when Spike wrapped his hand around him, stroking him slowly between their tightly pressed bodies.
"Against the wall," Spike said, his voice ragged with want, eyes dilated so wide they were almost black.
"No," Angel shook his head, explaining by sinking down against the wall slowly, taking Spike with him. He rearranged them as they slid down, and by the time he hit the floor he was in the right sitting position to pull Spike onto his lap. The blonde arched over him, pulling open his sire's shirt, licking and biting at whatever part of Angel he could.
Angel interrupted the kissing, pushing back on Spike's chest so he would sit up straight and then put his hands on each side of the blonde, sliding his shirt up and over his head. He pressed a thumb against one pert nipple and rubbed hard, receiving a restrained groan in response.
"Take off your pants," Angel ordered. Spike eagerly complied, unbuckling his belt before he realized he had to take off his shoes first. They were awkwardly pulled off and checked aside, and then the pants were removed. Angel took delight in Spike's lack of underwear, pleased to receive an eyeful before Spike could toss the pants aside and settle onto Angel's lap again.
Spike began to resume the furious kissing, a mixture of tongue and biting, growling and purring and digging into Angel at the same time. He almost wanted to pull Spike down and put his ravenous mouth to work, but it felt too good to have every inch of their bodies together. Angel grabbed onto Spike's ass, their erection rubbing together, trapped between their bodies. Spike's hips moved against him, providing glorious friction. When their stomachs became slick with fluid, Angel finally urged Spike to lift his hips up. He could barely get Spike to keep them still, and had to physically grab hold of him in order to line himself up.
As soon as he was positioned right, he sank into Spike easily, growling aloud as the tight walls surrounded him. Spike hissed out a babbling stream of praise, his hips moving on their own until he was fully seated in Angel's lap, every inch of his sire's cock filling him. He reveled at the feeling for an instant and then began to ride him, falling up and down on his sire's lap.
"Spike," Angel growled, his fingers digging into Spike's hips in an attempt to slow him down and draw out the moment. He was used to having Spike crushed facedown into a mattress, but this new position was something that he could quickly get used to.
An ever-increasing tempo began to build, and Angel grabbed onto Spike's erection, which had been rubbing against his stomach. He didn't stroke, only moving his hand to massage the tip of Spike's dick as it moved in and out of his hand. As soon as Spike realized this, his hands went to Angel's shoulders to brace himself against his sire, and then began to focus his thrusts so that each time he moved forward he was fucking Angel's tight grip.
"Come on," Angel coaxed under his nonexistent breath. "Give in, baby. Let it go."
Spike growled softly, and Angel leaned in to suck on one of taut nipples in front of him, further irritating his childe. A sharp bite sent a jolt through him, the pain only adding to the pleasure coursing through his body and making his muscles clench. He doubled his efforts, every upward thrust rewarded with Angel's hand working the tip of his cock, every downward thrust filled to the brim with his sire's prick. He felt himself move to the brink of his pleasure and his rhythm fell, jerking erratically against his sire.
"Now, now, now," Spike babbled. Angel moved quickly, biting Spike's throat and stroking him rapidly. He felt the blonde tense up completely, then Spike gave a full-body shudder and splashed Angel's hand and stomach with his release. The feel of Spike's body in his arms and internal muscles clamping and fluttering around him pushed Angel over the edge. He grabbed Spike tightly, hips jerking up, fucking the blonde with short, hard thrusts. He finally pushed in as deeply as he could and came, biting Spike impossibly harder as he filled him.
It took a long moment for his mind to come back to reality and disentangle their bodies. He relaxed his hold on Spike, and stopped biting him, licking over the bruises and tasting blood. Spike whimpered softly, and Angel slowly stroked his back.
"Shh, baby," Angel cooed, a deep purring starting in his chest that was quickly mimicked by Spike. He sank back as Spike relaxed, and groaned when Spike slid his hand through the semen coating Angel's stomach. It was too early to be aroused, but he felt himself stir anyway when Spike began to lick the viscous fluid off of his fingers. Spike arched knowingly and began to lick his fingers in an even more deliberate way.
He stopped sucking on his fingers and leaned forward, opening his mouth against Angel's for a kiss. Angel allowed him in and was treated to the taste of Spike slipping over his tongue. When the kiss ended, he continued to lick his lips, swallowing every trace of the salty flavor.
Spike's hand moved across his stomach again, chasing down more drops and licking his fingers clean. Angel was barely able to watch, but couldn't look away.
"Keep doing that and you're going to be pounded through the floor," Angel warned him.
"Is that supposed to be a threat or an incentive?" Spike quirked an eyebrow, one finger resting on his lip.
"I'd rather we go home," Angel said to him, "and help each other get all of those hard-to-reach places. And then you can lick me all over."
"Ohh," Spike's mouth fell open, pupils wide again. "I like that plan."
Angel 'hmm'ed in agreement, lifting Spike's hips so he could disengage. He dragged Spike to his feet, and the blonde slowly broke out of his haze, grabbing his clothes as quickly as he could and throwing them on. The night was still young, and Spike couldn't wait to be clean so they could make a mess again.
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: explicit m/m sex
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word Count: ~2,600
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Angel and Spike had a date, until things went wrong. Note: Pretty much PWP and the smuttiest thing I've ever written. My first real NC-17.
WOW, big thanks to whoever has been nominating this fic. I am nominated at Fang Fetish Awards and Running With Scissors Awards. Viewer's choice (I have icons and this fic nominated) is between 08/20/09 to 09/20/09 so please stop in and vote :)
"I can't even enjoy a night out," Angel muttered to himself, managing to brood while battling a creature with at least a dozen arms. He was already coated with slime, having been grabbed by the slippery tentacles and nearly consumed, only to be spit back out when he took one of its seven eyes with a sword.
For the most part, the creature didn't appear to be much more than a nuisance. Angel had been anxiously waiting in the restaurant, already ordering and sampling different types of sushi. He mentally juxtaposed what was in front of him to what he remembered Spike eating in Asia, trying to figure out what dishes Spike would like.
Now he couldn't remember what his choices had been, and the entire restaurant was destroyed. Worse than that, Spike was late.
"This was supposed to be my time off!" Angel ranted, swinging at the creature. It's rubbery skin absorbed shock, but did not keep the sword from piercing into it's flesh. It made a low, whale-like groan, overlapped with high-pitched whistling.
"He isn't even here," Angel muttered, letting his arms drop. He stepped back, staring at the stupid, bloated creature and wondered if he had the heart to bother cutting it to pieces. Joke's on me, he thought miserably. He's probably in his apartment playing video games. Laughing.
The idea made him fume, knowing that it was just in Spike's nature to lead him on and then stand him up. It was his own fault for wanting to do something more than get drunk with Spike at his apartment. That had been good for a while. It made him feel like a teenager, waiting for the chance to cop a feel. The first time it happened had almost been accidental. There was too much talking about the past and the future, and no matter which way they turned it, it looked the same on all sides. Spike was arguing that nothing had changed, essentially. Angel had taken him as another vampire to hunt with, and here they were, still hunting together.
Or they had been.
"Just as unreliable as ever," Angel commented out loud to the creature. It was the only thing that could listen to him, assuming it was physically capable of doing that. All of the other patrons and employees had fled the instant the demon's flailing tentacles started to smash the lights and tables.
It was quieter now, making heavy breathing noises. Angel started to wonder if it could even survive on land or if it would suffocate like a beached whale when it suddenly lunged and pinned him to the floor, surprisingly agile for it's enormous size.
"Aaarrghhh!" Angel growled his frustration, struggling against the slippery but dexterous limbs. He had not lost his grip on the sword, and began to chop at whatever he could however he could. His clothes were beyond ruined but all he cared about was slaughtering the demon, enjoying the bath of it's filthy blood and taking a long hot shower while mentally planning how he would torture Spike.
Something white flew past the creature, shattering on the floor near Angel's head.
"Oi!" came a shout that Angel recognized instantly. It was an odd feeling to be so angry and so relieved at the same time.
"You ugly nonce," Spike yelled at the demon, hurtling another piece of china at the demon. "You've got a face even your mother couldn't love."
Another shattering piece of flatware to the head, and then demon's grip on Angel slackened completely. He pulled himself free enough to cut through the tentacles holding onto him, and the demon recoiled.
"Spike," Angel barked, tossing the sword to the younger vampire. His ribs twinged in pain from the movement. They were not broken, just severely bruised from the demon's crushing weight.
He steadied himself on his feet and took the opportunity to watch Spike fight. It was almost amusing to see Spike get covered in slime whenever a tentacle whipped out at him. Served him right for being late.
Angel had to admit, he was beautiful when he fought. Spike had a way of moving gracefully, executing perfect strikes. He was full of energy, taking primal joy in fighting. He moved restlessly, weaving around the enemy in such a random, fluid way that was wholly Spike and could be extremely disorienting. At the same time, he would get overexcited and attack without waiting for the right moment.
Angel watched the blonde move, observing the expressions that crossed Spike's animated face as he fought. There were the grins, the sneers, the tongue pressed to his teeth when he laughed, the occasional intense looks, and the wide-eyed reaction to seeing a hit that he couldn't prevent.
The intense range of emotion was something he loved about Spike. It also was painful to see sometimes, watching whatever emotional pain Spike was feeling flash across his face before it was repressed with anger. Their extensive fight had been the best thing for them, putting all of their demons out in the open through violence and blood. If that hadn't happened, Angel didn't think they'd have reached a point where they could sit down together over a few drinks and share in the grim reality of their lives.
"If you're done brooding over there, lend a bloke a hand!" Spike snarled, now fallen and overwhelmed by the hulk of the demon surrounding him.
Angel snapped out of his thoughts, and Spike tipped his head back, mentally thanking whoever for letting Angel pull his head out of his arse long enough to save his own childe.
"'Bout time," Spike said after Angel has hacked the thing to death with a vengeance. He was partially laying underneath the dead weight of the demon. It's blood - or more accurately, ooze - was dripping all over him, soaking through to his skin, but it didn't particularly bother him aside from ruining new clothes. He felt his skin grow warm while he patiently waited for Angel to pull the thing off of him. "My hero," he said sarcastically when Angel finally offered him a hand up. He wavered unsteadily for a second when he stood, still grasping onto Angel for support.
"Thank you for showing up," Angel said pointedly. He couldn't help but notice that Spike had been wearing all new clothes before they had been ruined. The habitual duster had been left behind for the night, something that rarely ever happened. The new black shirt clung to Spike's chest, but Angel wasn't sure if it was because it was tight to begin with or because of the stripes of fluid sticking the fabric to his skin.
"Sorry about being late," Spike returned. "Though I guess with…" he trailed off and vaguely pointed at the wreckage, "this I might get off the hook."
"I waited for you," Angel said, moving closer to Spike. His skin was starting to itch and the only thing that could help it was… his hands pulling at Spike's belt. "I took time off," he mumbled, pulling Spike closer until their hips were half an inch apart. Spike was staring down, transfixed until Angel lifted his chin up. "I came here. Someplace… public… for you," he said slowly.
"Could've been fine at home, pet," Spike mumbled, not wanting to say anything but knowing that Angel wanted a response.
"No," was all that Angel said, placing a hand on the small of Spike's back and drawing the slender blonde against him. It was all the encouragement Spike needed to press their bodies together, his fingers clawing at Angel's shoulders, mouth hot and hungry against Angel's.
They barely stayed on each other's lips, licking and biting instead. Spike's breath huffed against Angel's skin as he slid his mouth away, moving towards Spike's throat instead. He kissed the underside of Spike's jaw while the blonde wound himself around Angel, panting softly in his ear.
Angel was reminded of that first intense time. There'd been too much liquor mixed with blood. He didn't remember wanting to do it so much as he reminded Spike licking drops of blood from his lips, and then suddenly Angel was biting those lips and tasting that mouth, their bodies hard against one another, Spike climbing on top of Angel, still fully clothed and writhing when Angel had felt Spike shudder against him, and it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
Spike's hands were finding their way to Angel's slacks by the time that Angel reached the blonde's neck. Spike's movements reached a fevered peek, noises of encouragement in Angel's ear. A long, teasing lick along the stretch of pale skin elicited a loud moan from Spike, whose hands began to desperately work to move Angel somewhere, but he wouldn't let himself be moved yet. He honed in on one spot, circling his tongue against the skin and then pressed his mouth to the spot and bit as hard as he could. Spike immediately arched against him, a leg raising up and sliding against Angel's hip, grinding his erection against Angel's thigh.
Angel stopped biting, nuzzling his face against Spike's neck and then lifting his head. He grabbed Spike's denim-covered ass, pulling him firmly against him, growing achingly hard to have Spike's firm body wrapped around him, panting in his ear like he was in heat.
They moved, stumbling, a short distance until Angel's back pressed against a wall. Spike was vibrant and all over him then, kissing Angel's mouth, face, ears, and neck with voracity, his hands rubbing Angel's chest and then pressing hard against the slacks before clumsily unbuckling him. He didn't open Angel's pants so much as they eventually fell open through sheer will alone. Angel groaned when Spike wrapped his hand around him, stroking him slowly between their tightly pressed bodies.
"Against the wall," Spike said, his voice ragged with want, eyes dilated so wide they were almost black.
"No," Angel shook his head, explaining by sinking down against the wall slowly, taking Spike with him. He rearranged them as they slid down, and by the time he hit the floor he was in the right sitting position to pull Spike onto his lap. The blonde arched over him, pulling open his sire's shirt, licking and biting at whatever part of Angel he could.
Angel interrupted the kissing, pushing back on Spike's chest so he would sit up straight and then put his hands on each side of the blonde, sliding his shirt up and over his head. He pressed a thumb against one pert nipple and rubbed hard, receiving a restrained groan in response.
"Take off your pants," Angel ordered. Spike eagerly complied, unbuckling his belt before he realized he had to take off his shoes first. They were awkwardly pulled off and checked aside, and then the pants were removed. Angel took delight in Spike's lack of underwear, pleased to receive an eyeful before Spike could toss the pants aside and settle onto Angel's lap again.
Spike began to resume the furious kissing, a mixture of tongue and biting, growling and purring and digging into Angel at the same time. He almost wanted to pull Spike down and put his ravenous mouth to work, but it felt too good to have every inch of their bodies together. Angel grabbed onto Spike's ass, their erection rubbing together, trapped between their bodies. Spike's hips moved against him, providing glorious friction. When their stomachs became slick with fluid, Angel finally urged Spike to lift his hips up. He could barely get Spike to keep them still, and had to physically grab hold of him in order to line himself up.
As soon as he was positioned right, he sank into Spike easily, growling aloud as the tight walls surrounded him. Spike hissed out a babbling stream of praise, his hips moving on their own until he was fully seated in Angel's lap, every inch of his sire's cock filling him. He reveled at the feeling for an instant and then began to ride him, falling up and down on his sire's lap.
"Spike," Angel growled, his fingers digging into Spike's hips in an attempt to slow him down and draw out the moment. He was used to having Spike crushed facedown into a mattress, but this new position was something that he could quickly get used to.
An ever-increasing tempo began to build, and Angel grabbed onto Spike's erection, which had been rubbing against his stomach. He didn't stroke, only moving his hand to massage the tip of Spike's dick as it moved in and out of his hand. As soon as Spike realized this, his hands went to Angel's shoulders to brace himself against his sire, and then began to focus his thrusts so that each time he moved forward he was fucking Angel's tight grip.
"Come on," Angel coaxed under his nonexistent breath. "Give in, baby. Let it go."
Spike growled softly, and Angel leaned in to suck on one of taut nipples in front of him, further irritating his childe. A sharp bite sent a jolt through him, the pain only adding to the pleasure coursing through his body and making his muscles clench. He doubled his efforts, every upward thrust rewarded with Angel's hand working the tip of his cock, every downward thrust filled to the brim with his sire's prick. He felt himself move to the brink of his pleasure and his rhythm fell, jerking erratically against his sire.
"Now, now, now," Spike babbled. Angel moved quickly, biting Spike's throat and stroking him rapidly. He felt the blonde tense up completely, then Spike gave a full-body shudder and splashed Angel's hand and stomach with his release. The feel of Spike's body in his arms and internal muscles clamping and fluttering around him pushed Angel over the edge. He grabbed Spike tightly, hips jerking up, fucking the blonde with short, hard thrusts. He finally pushed in as deeply as he could and came, biting Spike impossibly harder as he filled him.
It took a long moment for his mind to come back to reality and disentangle their bodies. He relaxed his hold on Spike, and stopped biting him, licking over the bruises and tasting blood. Spike whimpered softly, and Angel slowly stroked his back.
"Shh, baby," Angel cooed, a deep purring starting in his chest that was quickly mimicked by Spike. He sank back as Spike relaxed, and groaned when Spike slid his hand through the semen coating Angel's stomach. It was too early to be aroused, but he felt himself stir anyway when Spike began to lick the viscous fluid off of his fingers. Spike arched knowingly and began to lick his fingers in an even more deliberate way.
He stopped sucking on his fingers and leaned forward, opening his mouth against Angel's for a kiss. Angel allowed him in and was treated to the taste of Spike slipping over his tongue. When the kiss ended, he continued to lick his lips, swallowing every trace of the salty flavor.
Spike's hand moved across his stomach again, chasing down more drops and licking his fingers clean. Angel was barely able to watch, but couldn't look away.
"Keep doing that and you're going to be pounded through the floor," Angel warned him.
"Is that supposed to be a threat or an incentive?" Spike quirked an eyebrow, one finger resting on his lip.
"I'd rather we go home," Angel said to him, "and help each other get all of those hard-to-reach places. And then you can lick me all over."
"Ohh," Spike's mouth fell open, pupils wide again. "I like that plan."
Angel 'hmm'ed in agreement, lifting Spike's hips so he could disengage. He dragged Spike to his feet, and the blonde slowly broke out of his haze, grabbing his clothes as quickly as he could and throwing them on. The night was still young, and Spike couldn't wait to be clean so they could make a mess again.