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On Me - Chapter 11
And I’m thinking real clearly now. I can see just
what was happening between Angel and me. I was a convenient fuck to pass the
time with who wouldn’t damage his precious soul, and I fucked it all up by getting
all fucked up. Then he had to take care of me: get me out of the way cus precious
one was coming for a little visit. Shit, they probably have chaste huggin’ and
sodding conversation in bed cus of the friggin’ curse. But doesn’t matter for
Angel, cus he’s got good old Spike to get his rocks off for him afterwards.
Well, it ain’t gonna work like that, mate, cus Spike’s on to your little game
and, oh boy, are you gonna suffer for this. I down another shot that the sad
little wanker sitting next to me has been buying me all night. Probably thinks
his night’s about to be made. Probably can’t believe he’s managed to pick up
a leather-clad fucking rock star. Yeah, maybe I’ll start blowin’ sad fucks in
alley ways to make a livin’. That’d piss him off big time. But, right now, I’ve
got a little visit to the old sire and his jail-bait to make. And one’s things
for fucking sure, his little slayer’s gonna see some slaying tonight.
I reassure Buffy and Willow that nothing is going to happen
to me and send them back to Sunnydale. I’m pretty sure that I was wrong in my
first thought that I would never see Spike again. Now I’m pretty sure that I
will be seeing him very soon. He is not going to let this pass, and I have to
come up with a way to hold him here long enough to explain before he stakes
me. Because I’ve no illusions on that front. I am totally at his mercy, because
my hand could not lift against him. I quickly move round the apartment, making
my preparations. I’ve got one shot at this, and I’d better not get it wrong.
Fucker’s here; I can smell him: that unique Angel smell that was beginning to
mean home to me. Beginning to mean love. Beginning to mean a future. I guess
by now he’s well into whatever the fuck he does with the Slayer, and I wonder
how much better than me she feels: her warm soft body. Does he miss this cold,
hard body? Well, miss it then fucker, cus you ain’t ever gonna hold it again.
I move silently down the stairs, hoping that his brain's moved down to his dick
and that he ain’t sensing me at all, cus I want to surprise them… what the fuck?
The apartment is brightly lit, shit; I think every light is on, and then some,
and there’s music on the player. Bloody hell, it’s Robbie singing Angels, and
what the bleedin’ hell is going on here? Cus Angel is sitting on the couch looking
at me, and there’s no Slayer here cus I can smell that, too, and I start to
laugh.
‘She’s fucked off and left you, ain’t she mate? Did you tell ‘er about your
little fuck toy? And why the bleeding hell are you playing my fucking CDs?’
‘I thought they were our CDs now?’
‘How fuckin’ dare you, you tosser!’ And this is SO not how I planned this, cus
I’m standing here in some sort of bleeding spotlight, and the wanker’s just
sitting there all broody and quiet and and and, shit, he’s taking his shirt
off.
‘Come here, Spike.’
Oh yeah, I’ll come there, mate, and I lunge at him, grabbing him round the waist
and propelling him back against the couch. I fall on his now naked chest, but
I’m not going to let that distract me. I get a good right hook to his jaw, and
his head snaps back with a small crack. He grunts and goes loose under me, and
I’m just about to pull myself back to standing when the fucker flips me over
and lands squarely on top of me on the floor.
Well, that got his attention. Thought the Angels track
was a nice touch. Knew what would distract my Spike the quickest. And it worked.
And now he’s under me, and all I have to do is convince him that he is my Spike,
and that I am his. But if he keeps wriggling like thi,s I’m not sure I’m going
to be able to concentrate long enough to... ah shit, thought I was hard earlier,
but just thinking of Spike is nothing like as good as the reality of Spike.
So, now I’m so hard, I may actually stake him with it if I’m not careful, but,
oh, just keep wriggling Spike, just like that.
‘Spike! Stop struggling.’ Ohh, keep wriggling, Spike. Yeah, just there, that’s
right. ‘Spike, calm down.’
‘Dontyoufriggingtellmetocalmdownyoufuckingloser.’
Yeah, so, OK, I’m screaming now, but it’s real hard to concentrate and keep
to the plan of staking your Sire when he’s naked to the waist and his fucking
cock’s giving you bruises and, OH HOLY SHIT! He’s gone into game face, and he’s
sunk his fangs into my neck, and he’s, ohhh, he’s draining me dry. I’m going
to die here on his floor and he’s… oh… he’s stopped, and he’s forcing me against
his neck, and I can’t resist, cus he’s drained me to make me do this. So, I
don’t resist and....
I pierce his flesh and start to drink deeply.
And I’m spinning away from our bodies on the floor.
I am moving out of this room, and I see the Slayer in a car heading back to
Sunnyhell and... weird, she’s not alone, Red’s with her, and they are talking
about me. Oh shit, it was Red in the shower I heard, and now I’m in someone’s
apartment, and Angel is on the couch. Through the blood, Angel is sending me
his thoughts, and I can see him lying there, and I can hear him thinking about
me and thinking about the slayer. And, Oh God, I see myself as he sees me, and
I am there in a shaft of sunlight, and my duster is blowing away from me, and
I am like some fucking movie star: all lines and planes and angles of light
and, jees, I LOVE what I’ve done to my hair, and can I shag meself, cus I am
fucking stomping. And he’s dressed me in leather – interesting thought to file
away.
And I see how he sees ‘Buffy’, and she’s all pink and fluffy and sucking on
a lolly pop (shit, I was right, jail-bait, mate), and she’s somehow insubstantial,
and his thoughts on her are tender and sweet . And yeah, there I am again, and,
jees, I‘m not insubstantial. I’m like the entire focus of his attention. I can
feel the waves of obsession come pouring out of him. In his mind, I see myself
from every angle as he turns me round and round, and I am always twisting my
head back to look at him. And this Spike I am watching is laughing all the time,
and I realise what Angel is trying to show me: that wherever he looks, there
I am; whatever he thinks, I’m thinking it, too, and whatever he does, I do it
with him, and I am there making his life light and full of laughter.
I’ve done everything I can now. I’ve sent him the most
potent message I know how to. He’s staring up at me with those incredible eyes.
Wish I’d shown him his eyes. He’d have liked that.
‘Leather hey, mate? You’re a sodding
poof, you know that, don’t you?’ And despite all my better intentions, I can’t
help but grin ruefully at him.
‘Yeah, well, just you remember, childe; that’s how I see you when I’m wanking
off. Most of the time I see you as a miserable little fuck ruining my unlife!’
‘Sooo, you picture me when you’re doing this, do you?' And I rub his cock through
his pants, lightly scratching my nail over the head, and I feel the moisture
coming though as the head weeps to meet my touch. He groans deeply and arches
back from the waist, pressing his cock harder on to me. I rise up to catch the
back of his neck and, looking him deeply in the eyes, I place a deep and loving
kiss on his soft, willing lips.
‘I’m sorry, Luv. I shouldn’t have doubted you, but….’ He stills my mouth with
his own, and we don’t need words anymore tonight, cus we have better use for
tongues and teeth and lips. He pulls my duster off my shoulders and quickly
strips my shirt off me, and we are both naked from the waist up. I go to undo
his pants, but he stills my hand and, pushing me back down to the floor, he
arches up again and starts to grind his cock against mine. And, oh shit, it’s
the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. He keeps his eyes on me, and he’s laughing
at my reaction.
I can’t believe the startled look on his face. He wants
to get on with it: ever impatient Spike. He’s no idea of the lessons in foreplay
I intend to give him tonight. I start to turn the rubbing into sliding up and
down over him, and he’s rolling his eyes back in his head, and I really don’t
want him to cum just yet, so I stop and, ignoring his groan of frustration,
I stand up and offer him my hand.
Bastard’s stopped. But I really don’t want to cum just yet, so, when he offers
me his hand, I take it, and we go into the bedroom. He stands a few feet from
me and starts to peel off his pants, languidly and sensuously, and when did
I start to sound like the big ponce himself? Too much drinkin’ his blood, I’m
thinkin’. Next thing yer know, I’ll be wearing cashmere and saying ‘excuse me
please’. And now he’s naked in front of me, and he’s still grinning at me, and
he’s just licked his lips like I’m about to be.. .oh, he’s standing toe to toe,
and he’s licking up my chest, and my knees buckle from the sensation, not only
from his tongue on my nipples, but cus his cock is now brushing against my stomach,
and I can see the huge, engorged head glistening in the light.
I start to take his pants off, easing my hands into the
waistband of his jeans and just running them around a bit before sliding the
zip down. He’s buckling at the knees, and he groans deeply when I free his cock,
now standing up to attention with mine. When we are both naked, I turn him gently
around and start to nuzzle into his neck, just to make sure his defences are
down before….
Oh shit, he’s handcuffed me. A very large trickle of fear descends my spine,
and I’m wondering if I’ve read tonight all wrong. Holy mother of God, did he
fuck Slutty and lose his soul? Am I naked and handcuffed and in a bedroom with
a pissed off Angelus? Cus that’d be worse than ‘Bikers in a factory time’.
‘Shhh, Spike, remember, I can read your thoughts for a while when the blood
is in us. See my thoughts; feel my desires.’
And I can. If I try, I can see Angel’s desire for me. I can see the man wanting
this body. I can see the soul, still there, wanting love. And, underneath them,
I can see my old friend, Angelus, firmly anchored but screaming and banging
his head against the walls for me, for his blood companion and his eternity.
And he does, and he sees the entirety that is my need for
him, all of me in a holy trinity of need.
‘So, Spike, you’ve been very bad tonight. You’ve disobeyed me by leaving the
cabin. You’ve stolen one of David’s cars, I presume. And hey… I’m guessing you
don’t have a licence. You’ve tricked some poor man in a bar to buy you drinks
all night – remember, Spike, I told you, I can read you now. And, let’s think,
oh yes. You planned to come here and stake me. Am I missing anything?’
Shit, this Angel's doing a pretty good impression of Angelus, and I’m not sure
yet if I like this.
‘So, what should I do with you, hey? Boy!’
‘Err.…’
‘That’s a rhetorical question, Spike.’
?
‘It’s just as well for you, Spike, I can also read why you did those things,
and I think I’m gonna limit your punishment to this….’
Fucking pillock’s pulled me into the shower with him, and there’s not much I
can do about it, cus my hands are handcuffed behind my back, and we’re both
under the water, and he’s staring at me, not letting me look away. He’s washing
himself slowly from top to bottom and, ohhhh, God; he’s swirling his hands around
his slick cock, letting me watch as he pulls the foreskin back, and then up
again to join and back, exposing the engorged head. I think I’m gonna explode,
cus I can’t touch my cock, or his, and I’m just getting wet and, fuck, he’s
speeded up, and he’s still looking at me, and he’s gonna cum, and he’s pushed
me to my knees, and I’ve no option but to take him in as he pushes into my mouth.
But he’s real gentle and takes the back of my head in his other hand, stroking
up and down my hairline, and I can’t help but think what an erotic picture we
would make: me on my knees, handcuffed; him standing above me, cock in my mouth,
and the water cascading down over us, making a world of water droplets in which
only we exist.
This would be enough. This moment in time. The cascading
water washes away all our pretensions and doubt, and all I can feel is his soft
mouth on my hard cock and the tension building as my balls scream to cum and,
in a wave of pleasure, I do cum deeply in his throat. I sink to my knees and
capture his mouth in mine and start to suck my cum out of his mouth, tasting
myself and him mixed together, and I don’t let his eyes wander from my gaze.
I want to see his reaction to everything I do tonight.
I’m lost now in the sea of passion that is Angel’s tongue in my mouth, that
is Angel tasting himself for Christ’s sake, and, still, I can’t use my hands.
But I have no pride left. ‘Angel, pleeease! Let me go, I need to… Angel; I can’t
take this anymore.…’
But he doesn’t take any notice; his eyes won’t let me alone, and when he sees
me beg, he gives the slightest flicker of a grin and… bloody hell, he’s moved
behind me and....
With one swift thrust, I enter him. He’s very slick and
easy from the water, and I am coated with my own cum. The sensation as my cock
passes through the tight muscle at his entrance is indescribable. This is the
first time I have done this for love, since before I left him, since Romania.
I pause for a moment to give him time to adjust to me inside him. But only for
a moment, because this sensation is unforgiving, and it makes me desperate for
relief. His hands and arms fastened behind him make really convenient holds,
so grabbing on tightly, I ride him hard, thrusting in and up with each stroke,
hitting his sensitive spot each time, making him pant and groan.
‘Angel! Me, too. Christ, mate. Pleeease, I’m dying here’, cus my cock is being
pushed into the shower floor and, shit, I need some relief. Feels like I’m gonna
burst. And then, all rational thought ends, cus he is cuming in huge thrusts
deep in my body, in heaving waves of cold cum, and he’s screaming, and he’s
screaming my name. And it’s enough.
I feel my orgasm roaring in my ears, and it seems to go
on forever. I’m filling him deeply, but it’s too much and spills out mixing
with the water in the bottom of the stall and, when it’s over, I collapse on
top of him for a moment. I think I was screaming, and I think I was screaming
his name, and that’s okay. I swiftly undo the cuffs and lie down under the still
spouting water. I pull him over to straddle my chest and, reaching up, I run
my tongue over his almost purple cock.
‘Who do you trust, Spike?’ Lick.
‘You, pet, if you’re going to do that to me.’
‘Wrong answer. Who do you trust, Spike?’ No lick.
‘You, Angel!’
‘Still not enough. Who do you trust, Spike?’ Move to get up.
‘You, Angel! Love. Pet. Mate. Light of my unlife. You, now, forever, whatever,
just suck me, OK!’
‘Much better,’ and, with that, I rear up and swallow him whole, right down to
the back of my throat allowing the head to rub against the wall and, ohh shit,
I love being a vampire at moments like this, and I seal my lips around his thick
shaft and proceed to take him way over the edge of reason. And it doesn’t take
long, cus he’s desperate and very hard, and, oh god, the taste of him as he
explodes down my throat. I can feel the cum pumping along the shaft under my
lips and the cold seed flooding down. I swallow every drop and continue to suck
and lick him gently, until he comes down, and he falls onto my chest and a low,
happy chuckle rumbles against me. ‘What’s so funny, Spike?’ I chuckle in his
ear.
‘You, mate. You’re funny.’
‘And why would that be?’ I’m stroking his wet hair with my fingers, twisting
them in the short blond strands and tugging gently. I want him to raise his
head and look in my eyes, because this moment is it. This moment is forever.
This is how far we have come on this journey from Sunnydale, which has been
so much more than just a trip to LA to kill a demon.
I lift my head and look him in the eyes. ‘Cus, mate, for all your sodding ‘I’m
Angelus’ domination act just there with the ole handcuffs, I seem to recall it
was you screaming my name. Not the other way about. You’re just a fat poof who
fancies me in leather, but I’m still the Big Bad, mean-ass vampire I always was!’
‘Well, I think there’s one thing you may be forgetting here, Spike.’
‘What’s that then, you ponce?’
‘I drank your blood, too. I saw what you see, when you look at me!’
Oh bloody hell!
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