Jenny
RATING: NC-17
This story is the first episode in the series Time is the Fire, and it's highly recommended that you read that pilot story before this one.
Spike is living in LA, running his own agency. He is very choosy in the cases he takes - accepting only those that pay well. He has recruited a demon, Jordan, who can shift into different forms at will, and a human, Sam. Together with help from Wesley, he is making a new life for himself as a souled vampire.
Although they have agreed that living together is not an option, Spike and Angel have formed a unique, passionate relationship that draws in all those who come in contact with them.
Warning:
All my fiction deals with adult themes: torture; blood play; rape; graphic male/male sex. That doesn't mean that every story has all these elements, but some of them might. If you find any of these disturbing, please don't read this fiction. I don't put specific warnings on individual chapters or episodes because I feel that spoils the plot.
Chapter 2
After Wesley left, Spike pinned Angel back against the wall. He
smirked. 'You've got a look on your face.'
Angel lifted an eyebrow.
'I've just agreed to a drink with our dear friend Wesley. Nothing more…'
'Then smash the damn orb.'
Angel took it out of his pocket and
tossed it between his hands. Spike narrowed his eyes at him as he went slowly
toward the bed. Glancing back over his shoulder, Angel turned the combination
lock of his wall safe. He swung the door open, put the orb carefully inside,
shut the door, and twisted the dial.
Spike came up to him and wrapped
his arms around Angel's waist. 'That kinda leaves you in control here: I don't
know the combination.'
Angel didn't even hesitate; he just smiled and
reached for a pen alongside the bed and, just behind the nightstand where it
couldn't be seen without shifting furniture, he wrote the combination. Spike lay
down on his belly next to him and ran his finger slowly around on the back of
his hand.
'We are very bad men….'
Angel stretched out and folded
his hands behind his head, grinning quietly.
Spike shook his head and
said pointedly, 'So, what are you going to do for the rest of the day?'
Suddenly, Angel rose from the bed and went to the closet. He stripped
off his jeans and T-shirt and dressed carefully in leather pants and black
shirt. He shrugged on his leather coat and turned to Spike. 'I've got things to
do. Amuse yourself, and be back here at seven.'
Spike climbed off too.
'Where are you going?'
Angel only tapped the side of his nose and left.
The day lay like a promise of fun in front of Spike, and he knew exactly
what he wanted to do.
He went into the tunnels, made various stops on
the way and then slid extremely quietly into Sam's apartment.
They were
still unconscious on the bed. Almost two days since he'd left them, a few hours
for them. Spike grinned, removed the condom version of his head and slipped in
between the naked, sleeping figures. Slowly, he opened his packages and waved
the contents under Sam's nose.
Gradually, the human surfaced and moaned,
'Fresh croissants?'
Spike bent down and kissed him. 'It was the poofiest
thing I could think of to offer you for breakfast - except me, of course, and
you can have that later.
Sam sat up, chuckling and holding his head.
'Was it real?'
Spike laughed and shook his head. 'Yeah, surprisingly,
that was.'
Sam stretched. 'You were… amazing. But I knew you would be.'
He glanced down at Jordan, took some croissant and began to put small pieces
into his mouth. The demon rose spluttering, but realised what it was and
greedily reached for more. 'Mornin'.'
Spike grinned at them both.
'Tomorrow, I'll make you eggs.'
Sam frowned with an uncertain look on
his face. 'I got the distinct impression that this was going to be a one-off
thing, Spike - not that I'm complaining, of course. But… how is angry-balls
going to take this?'
Spike only grinned some more. 'Funnily enough, I
have the feeling I can do as I like! So, have you had enough… food?'
Spike got back to the hotel an hour before the appointed time
and made his way up to his room, shedding his clothes onto the floor and
grabbing a towel. Stiff, feeling very well used, he went slowly into the
bathroom. Angel was just about to step under the water. Spike stopped up short.
'Fucking hell! Where have you been?' He came up closer and sniffed the blood
that covered his sire from head to foot. His eyes widened disbelievingly, but
before he could say anything, Angel replied gleefully, 'I went to church!'
Spike stepped back. Angel gave him a look. 'What's the biggie?'
Spike shook his head. 'I hope for your sake this day repeats tomorrow.'
Angel gave a huge belch and grinned. 'I think someone's repeating on me
now.'
They showered together, Spike trying to maintain an angry silence
with Angel, but Angel's gleeful mood and his small inroads on Spike's body
defeated all attempts to stay cross. He just shook his head once more
censoriously, then kissed the wayward vampire and said softly, 'So, what's the
plan for tonight?'
Incredibly, Angel swelled slightly at the soft words.
Seeing Angel harden made Spike groan, and his penis twitched. Angel stepped out
and dried himself then dried Spike, holding him close, rubbing gently over his
wet skin. 'We're taking Wes,' there was a long pause, 'out for a drink.'
Spike tipped his head back and laughed.
The bar was warm
and intimate. Wesley was already there when the vampires arrived, and he looked
up, pleased, but then did a small double take. Dressed head to foot in leather,
Spike wearing all his eclectic selection of jewellery, they slid into the booth,
one on either side of the hapless human. 'Hello, Wesley.'
'Hello. Are
you two out of your strange mood?'
Angel nodded seriously but said,
'No.' He chuckled at Wesley's expression. 'Sorry, only I think you're right. We
should celebrate.'
Wesley smiled. 'All right then. I'll get the first
round in; what would you both like…? Did I say something funny?'
Spike
composed his features. 'Beer, Luv. Beer is fine.'
Angel said softly,
'Whisky… for now.'
Wesley went thankfully to the bar with a disapproving
look at their annoying behaviour.
They all drank steadily. Wesley
couldn't quite work out why, but every innocent thing he said the vampires
greeted with laughter, everything he talked about, they were interested in. He'd
rarely felt so included, so much a part of them, and it made him relax a little
more than normal. Once more, he had the distinct impression that he was getting
drunk, letting go of his habitual, English reserve. He rather enjoyed the
sensation and began to go with the flow of the evening. They went on to another
bar and then another. He remembered someone singing, and as it was tuneful,
surmised it wasn't Angel. All was becoming a blur of arms holding him, leather
touching him, and smiling eyes staring into his.
He had no idea how they
all ended up in his apartment, but was very glad when he was given a mug of tea.
He was in that blissful state where he felt mellow and happy. He chuckled and
said, 'I'm SO going to regret this in the morning!'
He didn't get why
the vampires found this uproariously funny, or why Spike said slyly, 'I doubt
it, Pet.'
He just grinned back and finished off his tea. 'Well, it's
been a super evening, but it's awfully late, and I really must…. What are you
doing?'
Angel knelt in front on him and parted his thighs. 'I'm going to
kiss you.'
'Oh. Why?'
Angel smiled. 'Because I can.' He leant in
and licked gently at Wesley's warm lips. Wesley glanced nervously at Spike, but
Spike was standing in the bedroom doorway, unbuttoning his shirt.
Wesley
pulled away. 'No. I don't know what you two are intending, but….'
Angel
caught him behind the back of the neck and whispered into his cheek. 'Yes…. You
knew it would happen one day. Well, this is the day. I want you. Spike wants
you. You want us. Come to bed now, and don't make me wait for you.' He rose
gracefully to his feet and without looking at the human again, walked to the
bedroom, shedding his clothes to the floor as he went.
Wesley rose to
complain, to end this ridiculous spectacle, but as he went toward the open door,
all he could see was an enticement of pale, naked limbs on the bed. Despite his
better intentions, he could not turn away. Spike lay on his belly, and Angel
knelt between his legs. With a glance toward the watching human, he cupped
Spike's cheeks and eased them apart, giving him a full view of the small
indentation. Still keeping Wesley's gaze, he bent down and kissed it, running
his tongue in delight over the puckered skin.
Wesley hissed and came
forward slightly. Spike lazily reached out a hand, and Wesley allowed his
fingers to be snagged. Slowly, he was drawn toward the bed. Immediately, Angel
took his attention off Spike and began to unbutton Wesley's shirt. Wesley looked
down at the strong fingers on him and moaned. 'I should shower first; I'm….'
Angel went instantly to his chest and nuzzled under his arms, moaning in
pleasure at the strong, masculine scent. Wesley tipped his head back with the
realisation that this was to be something very different. He'd known it would
be, but the true import of what he was about to do hit him. He felt other hands
on his jeans and looked down to see Spike undoing him.
After that, it
took no time at all for the vampires to get him naked and in bed with them. He
let them take the whole lead; they seemed to know where to move, how to position
themselves. He felt awkward and ill at ease, not knowing what was expected of
him or what he was capable of. Suddenly, he found himself on his back, Angel
braced over him. He looked around for Spike and saw the pale figure behind
Angel. Angel's face creased over for a moment, and with a gasp, Wesley realised
that Angel was being penetrated. He opened his mouth to speak, but Angel bent
down and began to kiss him fiercely.
It was the kiss he'd been given so
many times in his dreams - the kiss of someone who loved him and wanted him
desperately. He couldn't help but respond. He let himself go to the feel of
Angel's lips on him. He felt his cock swelling and moaned at the sensation.
Angel put a hand on his thigh and lifted it gently. He produced something in his
hand and rubbed it over Wesley's hole. The human had one last rational thought -
that Angel must have brought the lube with him; that all this had been planned -
before he lost himself to a deep, irrational pleasure.
The entry was
slow and exquisite. It brought no flashbacks with it, and he urged Angel on by
raising his hips slightly. When he opened his eyes, Wesley hissed, as he could
see Spike thrusting rhythmically into Angel. It meant so much more now - now he
knew what it felt like. Angel was feeling what he was feeling; Angel had another
man's erection deep in him. Wesley cried out in confused delight as Angel began
to pull back from the long, slow introduction of his cock, but as the
high-pitched cry left his lips, Angel grinned and thrust back in.
Wesley's eyes flew open wide, and he grunted with shock. Angel picked up
the rhythm, and Wesley watched as Spike matched him, and they thrust and worked
in tandem.
He'd never felt such pleasure coursing through his body. He
knew the theory of the thing, done his research as he'd begun to consider the
possibility with Angel, but this was something not learnt from books. Something
deep inside his body was coming alive as Angel took him. Something in his head
surrendered and opened up to the vampire within him. He stared up at the dilated
dark eyes and said huskily, 'I love you.'
Angel was too lost in his
imminent orgasm to reply. He just smiled slightly and braced himself higher on
Wesley's body.
Spike had begun to pant, and he said raggedly, 'Come
together, Luv. See if you can bring him off too.'
Angel nodded to his
lover and put one hand behind him. It was grasped by Spike, and squeezing each
other's fingers, they exploded cum together. Wesley felt the cool liquid filling
him, felt it running out, and he was so close to release that he cried out in
disappointment that Angel might stop. With a grin, Angel just shifted position
slightly and kept on thrusting, his shaft growing hard once more, and his cum
just providing a delicious, slick coating for their pleasure.
Spike
pulled out and slid around Angel. He bent to kiss Wesley and took his cock for
him. Wesley moaned when the cool fingers touched his bulging shaft and ran
lightly over his prominent veins. He almost screamed when the vampire bent and
took him in his mouth.
Spike slid a hand under the prone human and
cupped Wesley's balls, squeezing them gently in rhythm with Angel's thrusting.
He put his lips around the swollen hot tip and tickled the slit with his tongue.
Wesley screamed and came, his cum spilling over Spike's face, catching on his
tongue and dribbling down his chin. Immediately, Spike rose and shared the
offering with Angel. They kissed deeply; their eyes locked with amusement on
each other as they took their tongues to the back of throats, bit lips and drew
blood; mashing their mouths together until tongues split and blood mingled with
the milky fluid from Wesley's body.
Wesley lay replete in a
post-orgasmic, drunken fug, watching the vampires above him. He couldn't move;
they held him down, covered him, overwhelmed him with their presence.
Suddenly, as if they'd rehearsed the moves, they took one thigh each and
split him wide, lying in the gap. He moaned his distress at the position and
tried to sit up, but two firm hands held him down, and then tongues found him.
All thought of moving left him. They explored him together, tips just
flicking over him, cum being licked off. Then a tongue ventured further, and on
the stretch that Angel had left, it slipped in to taste him from the inside.
Someone moaned, and the sound vibrated against his plundered hole, reawakening
nerves that were in shock from the penetration. Lips sealed themselves around
the puckered skin, and the tongue reached higher. He felt his balls begin to
swell again and desperately hoped he had it in him to come again.
They
split him wider, pushing his thighs into the mattress and tongues were swapped.
This one was more forceful, more demanding. He felt teeth nibbling around his
sensitive ring and knew whom it was. When he flinched with pain, the nibbling
continued, and he flushed with shocked pleasure when he had a mental vision of
Angel licking him again.
Hands began to play with his cock and balls,
and he sent up a small prayer of thanks that he was hard again.
Suddenly, all the pleasure stopped, and the vampires knelt either side
of him. They just waited, and he looked wildly from one to the other. 'What?
What do you want?'
Angel raised an eyebrow. 'Choose, Wes. Who do you
want?'
Wesley's heart missed a beat, and he blinked. 'I-I can't….'
Spike laid a hand on his arm and said softly, 'Then we will.' He nodded
at Angel, and they lifted the almost senseless human up onto his knees. Spike
leant in and kissed him then, with a smirk, he turned and bent gracefully at the
waist. Angel took Wesley's hand and placed it on Spike's backside.
'Feel
him. There, use your finger on him first… like that.' Wesley snatched his hand
away, but then tentatively put it back onto the flawless skin. He stroked over
the white hardness, each movement dipping toward the small hole. When he reached
that, he trickled his finger over the soft indentation, wonderingly.
He
jerked and hissed slightly, looking down as something cool and slick was rubbed
over his cock.
With a laugh, rubbing his hands into the sheet, Angel lay
down under Spike's head, and they began to kiss. The sight of the vampires
engrossed in their own pleasure gave Wesley some courage, and he lifted his hard
penis to the hole.
It was a life-transforming moment, and he'd always
thought it would be marked by more ceremony somehow. He closed his eyes,
pictured his more usual entries into softer, wetter flesh and pushed in.
He fell forward as his cock went like a well-oiled piston into the tight
hole. Spike gasped, Angel moaned as their tongues met and danced, and Wesley
cried out in pleasure.
It was nothing like the places he'd penetrated
before: nothing. How could he have thought there was some similarity? Every inch
of his cock was crushed in a vice-like grip, every slight movement threatened to
bring him off. He started to move and began to pant, high-pitched disbelieving
pants at the incredible pleasure.
Angel pulled off Spike's mouth and
came behind the thrusting human. He knelt up and caught him lightly around the
waist, whispering into his neck, 'I'm fucking him too… harder, Wes.'
Bewildered, just trying to concentrate on his orgasm, he felt a finger
slip into his stretched hole. He moaned, but when the finger found the soft
place inside him, he had no rational thought left to make sound. The touch sent
a flood of semen jetting out of his balls and up his shaft. With just a sharp
intake of breath, he released into Spike.
He'd dreamt of this moment so
many times that he expected music in his head. He was filling Spike. Spike was
bent to him, raised to him. He was in Spike's body, and that body was so tight
and so cool around. Behind him, the dark presence he worshipped was feeling him,
touching him intimately.
He collapsed, breathing heavily, his heart
pounding furiously. The vampires shifted position together and came to his heart
like predators. They laid their hands over it, bent ears to listen to it, and
Angel nuzzled into Wesley's neck where the pulse was the strongest and licked in
rhythm to the beating.
Wesley felt himself slipping into an exhausted
sleep. He didn't want to, but couldn't stop the tiredness washing through his
body and taking him away. His last thought before he tipped over the edge was
that he should have resisted more forcibly. His body was sated in a way it had
never been before, but as the unbelievable events of the evening tumbled around
in his mind, he feared he had just lost his two best friends for nothing more
than a momentary pleasure in his body.