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darklingdawns & flake_sake
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss, and we're maintaining that Spike belongs to Angel
Warning: Contains strong BDSM and graphic reference to torture (though not exactly in this part)
Previous parts here
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm shagged out. I've gone for hours with the Slayer, spent all week in bed with three redheads once, but one night in my sire's arms, one night of Angel making love to me with hands and mouth and body, and I'm done in. And from the looks of it, he's not much better off. But at least I'm still here, curled against his side. "Angel?"
"Hmmm?" he mutters, the sound rumbling through me. I'm tempted to just nestle in closer and go back to sleep, but I need to know, have to prove to myself that last night wasn't just a dream.
"Tell me again... please?" I know I'm pathetic, but I can't help asking. I feel like I've been wandering lost for ages and now my sire's found me and there's only one thing I really want in the entire world.
I open my eyes and look at him, still hardly able to believe the he's really here. "What? That you can move in here today? That I'll tie you up whenever you want? That you're the most gorgeous creature in the world? That we have to tell the team? That I can't wait to go to that club with you again?”
“Angel,” he growls, and I chuckle softly. I know what he wants to hear, but I can't resist teasing him just a little.
I pull him close and whisper in his ear, “That I love you...”
Oh, God. It's really true. He loves me, finally loves me like I love him. "All of it... but especially that last part." I nuzzle his neck and breathe in, drawing in the scent of sire and Angel and home. Then part of what he said hits me and I raise up onto one elbow. "Wait. What'd you mean 'go to the club'?"
He grins and nips my ear. "I haven't really kept up on all the toys they had there, and some of them looked pretty interesting.”
I smirk at him, starting to catch on to his train of thought. "Want me in a collar, do you? Somethin' shiny, with a little tag that says 'Property of Angel' or some such?”
My cock twitches at the thought of him marked like that and I wince. The little monster really has no mercy, to taunt me with something like that. “Fuck, yeah. But for the club, I was thinking more along the lines of wearing the one you gave me.”
“Bloody hell.” I can tell that caught him by surprise. He probably never thought he'd get that chance again.
“What, you thought I'd let you have all the fun?” I just found out how good it feels to be at his mercy, and I'm not about to give it up. I want him to take me again, want to let him do every single depraved and painful thing he's ever thought about, and I'll beg for it if I have to. “You wouldn't deny me the chance to be your slave again, would you... Master?”
He really wants that? Wants to kneel for me and let me do anything I want to him? I grab his wrists and pull his arms up over his head, pressing them down into the mattress, then lean down until I'm almost kissing him. "Say it again."
"Master," he purrs in that velvet voice. “I love you, Master.”
Holy fuck! I bite his lip, then lick the drop of blood away. "Gonna make you scream that one of these days, pet. Scream it with me buried deep inside you an' a whole host of people lookin' on."
“God, Spike!” The thought of people watching him fuck me while I beg makes me hard all over again. I arch up against him and moan.
He slides a hand down, his fingertips stroking me lightly. “Just Spike, luv... although really, not gonna complain if you wanna call me God.”
"Just fuck me now, will you?" I groan, thrusting up against his hand.
He wraps his fingers around me, gives my dick a gentle squeeze and then lets go. "Won't fuck you, Angel." I open my mouth to protest when he reaches over to get the lube from the nightstand. "Gonna make love to you, though, til you beg me to stop."
And even though I know I'll never want him to stop, I can't think of anything I'd like better.
Authors:
darklingdawns & flake_sake Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss, and we're maintaining that Spike belongs to Angel
Warning: Contains strong BDSM and graphic reference to torture (though not exactly in this part)
Previous parts here
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm shagged out. I've gone for hours with the Slayer, spent all week in bed with three redheads once, but one night in my sire's arms, one night of Angel making love to me with hands and mouth and body, and I'm done in. And from the looks of it, he's not much better off. But at least I'm still here, curled against his side. "Angel?"
"Hmmm?" he mutters, the sound rumbling through me. I'm tempted to just nestle in closer and go back to sleep, but I need to know, have to prove to myself that last night wasn't just a dream.
"Tell me again... please?" I know I'm pathetic, but I can't help asking. I feel like I've been wandering lost for ages and now my sire's found me and there's only one thing I really want in the entire world.
I open my eyes and look at him, still hardly able to believe the he's really here. "What? That you can move in here today? That I'll tie you up whenever you want? That you're the most gorgeous creature in the world? That we have to tell the team? That I can't wait to go to that club with you again?”
“Angel,” he growls, and I chuckle softly. I know what he wants to hear, but I can't resist teasing him just a little.
I pull him close and whisper in his ear, “That I love you...”
Oh, God. It's really true. He loves me, finally loves me like I love him. "All of it... but especially that last part." I nuzzle his neck and breathe in, drawing in the scent of sire and Angel and home. Then part of what he said hits me and I raise up onto one elbow. "Wait. What'd you mean 'go to the club'?"
He grins and nips my ear. "I haven't really kept up on all the toys they had there, and some of them looked pretty interesting.”
I smirk at him, starting to catch on to his train of thought. "Want me in a collar, do you? Somethin' shiny, with a little tag that says 'Property of Angel' or some such?”
My cock twitches at the thought of him marked like that and I wince. The little monster really has no mercy, to taunt me with something like that. “Fuck, yeah. But for the club, I was thinking more along the lines of wearing the one you gave me.”
“Bloody hell.” I can tell that caught him by surprise. He probably never thought he'd get that chance again.
“What, you thought I'd let you have all the fun?” I just found out how good it feels to be at his mercy, and I'm not about to give it up. I want him to take me again, want to let him do every single depraved and painful thing he's ever thought about, and I'll beg for it if I have to. “You wouldn't deny me the chance to be your slave again, would you... Master?”
He really wants that? Wants to kneel for me and let me do anything I want to him? I grab his wrists and pull his arms up over his head, pressing them down into the mattress, then lean down until I'm almost kissing him. "Say it again."
"Master," he purrs in that velvet voice. “I love you, Master.”
Holy fuck! I bite his lip, then lick the drop of blood away. "Gonna make you scream that one of these days, pet. Scream it with me buried deep inside you an' a whole host of people lookin' on."
“God, Spike!” The thought of people watching him fuck me while I beg makes me hard all over again. I arch up against him and moan.
He slides a hand down, his fingertips stroking me lightly. “Just Spike, luv... although really, not gonna complain if you wanna call me God.”
"Just fuck me now, will you?" I groan, thrusting up against his hand.
He wraps his fingers around me, gives my dick a gentle squeeze and then lets go. "Won't fuck you, Angel." I open my mouth to protest when he reaches over to get the lube from the nightstand. "Gonna make love to you, though, til you beg me to stop."
And even though I know I'll never want him to stop, I can't think of anything I'd like better.