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 4
At
lunchtime, Wesley was swearing slightly under his breath and wondering for the
hundredth time where Angel was, when he looked up to see him coming up from the
basement. 'About bloody time! Gunn's been hit by a car… Angel? Did you hear…?'
'Yeah, sorry. That's… really awful. Tell me all about it.'
'Well, he's okay, and Fred's taken him home, but without Cordy or you -
her car's off the road - it's been manic here.'
'Sorry. Things to do.'
He walked past Wesley with a small smirk and went into the kitchen.
Wesley watched him go, pointedly answered the telephone once more, then
looked up and found Spike sauntering across the lobby. He ended the call quickly
and said equally angrily, 'If you're staying here for free, the least you could
do is help out - be productive!'
'Huh! Cheek! I've had a very productive
day so far.' The vampire stretched lazily. 'Done something I've always wanted to
but didn't have the balls.'
Wesley paled slightly. 'Coming from a
vampire, that's rather worrying. Do I want to know?'
'Dunno. I'll show
you, and you tell me.' He unzipped his jeans.
Angel heard the crash and
rushed out. He saw Spike zipping up and Wesley picking up the telephone. He
frowned at the grinning vampire. 'Did you start already?'
Spike laughed
and snagged his arm. 'Come upstairs, I wanna show you something.'
Wesley
came out from behind the counter with a rather distressed look. 'Spike - I know
Angel very well, and I urge you to think very carefully before you show him….
Fucking hell, Spike! What where you thinking! It's mutilated… ruined… I mean….
God! Angel! Say something!'
Angel only looked more intrigued and allowed
Spike to drag him up the stairs.
When they got to the bedroom, Spike
made Angel sit on the bed, and then he slowly revealed the result of his very
productive day.
They glinted dully in the low lighting. Angel hissed
evilly and drew back. 'You fucking….'
'Hey! Pet! They'll be gone
tomorrow.'
Angel looked sheepish and nodded. 'Gingerly, he touched the
solid metal ring, which was threaded through Spike's slit to emerge out of one
side of his cock. The chain that attached this to a smaller ring in his balls
clanked slightly as Angel touched the cold metal.
He swallowed deeply
and lifted Spike's cock, counting the six studs he'd had pierced through each
side.
'What d'ya think?'
Angel swallowed again. 'Ow, springs to
mind.'
'Oh yeah, hurt like friggin' hell. But do you like it?'
'I'm not sure a word that small is appropriate in this case.'
Spike pushed him down onto the bed. 'Let's try without words then.'
Angel skittered backwards. 'NO WAY you're putting that ring thing - or
those fucking studs - in me!'
'Course I am. That was the point, Pet.
Just something you've gotta do in yer life once. Seemed like a good opportunity.
Now, is there any lube left? Here you go….' Spike eased Angel's pants down and
began to run his hands up and down his metallic shaft. Angel watched with
increasing horror and winced theatrically when Spike began to push in.
'OW!'
'Angel! I thought you got shafted for hundreds of years in
hell! Don't tell me I've had better work done than the devil….'
Angel
bit his lip but whimpered, 'That really hurts.'
Spike nodded in sympathy
and then just pushed in hard to get it over for him quickly.
Angel sat
up a little and stared at him. Spike couldn't read the look and knew the moment
could go either way. Then Angel said very firmly, 'Move.'
Spike grinned
and did, and Angel gave out a long breath of pleasure. 'Fucking hell.'
'Hmm.'
Angel lay back and spread his arms, lifting his legs onto
Spike's shoulders. 'Fucking hell.'
Spike grinned and worked harder. He
could feel the large ring dragging his tip painfully as he pushed in, pulling it
even more painfully on the way out; it was so erotic that he tried not to give
in to his orgasm too soon. Angel began to pant and work his erection.
Spike gave up the attempt to wait and just let his orgasm rip. It tore
through his shaft… until it hit the thick ring… where it got… constricted. Spike
paled even more than usual and pulled out violently, desperately trying to
remove the obstruction. Angel began to laugh and ejaculate at the same time,
which he seemed to find hard, sperm shooting uncontrollably around the bed.
Finally, Spike wrenched the ring out, and he finished his orgasm, crying
slightly in pain from the sudden removal of the metal obstruction.
Angel
stayed on his back, still chuckling, concentrating on the delicious sting deep
inside his body from the metallic pummelling.
Eventually, Spike felt
brave enough to inspect the damage. He winced at the size of the holes and
sighed. Suddenly he frowned and turned his cock around carefully. 'Oh. Bugger.'
Angel frowned, suspiciously. 'What?'
'Nothin'. Only… I had six
studs on each side… now I've six here but only… five here.'
'What! Look
in the freaking bed!'
They both searched frantically, but nothing was
found. Spike raised an eyebrow and tired not to glance at Angel's backside.
Angel sat heavily on the bed. 'You fucking little git. If it's still up
there, I could get gangrene or something! Working through from the inside…
rotting me! Jesus, Spike!'
'You were enjoying it a minute ago! 'Sides,
we can't get gangrene. Stop being a baby. Lie down; I'll go look.'
'What
do you mean, you'll go look!'
'Well, figuratively. Come on. Lie down.'
Angel did, as he realised he had little choice, and with clinical
seriousness, Spike inserted a finger and fished around for a while.
He
looked guilty and said disarmingly, 'Must be higher.'
Angel's eyes
narrowed, and Spike distracted him by saying cheerfully, 'Turn over, Pet. Hand
and knees - then I'll check further in.'
Gritting his teeth, wondering
where he'd gone so very badly wrong as a sire, Angel got onto his hands and
knees.
Spike knelt up to get better access and slid a couple of fingers
in. He delved around and then paused. 'Was that a sound, Angelus?'
He
slid three fingers in and increased the amount of wriggling. The sound came
again, and Spike chuckled. He knelt up some more, pulled out a little and then
eased his whole fist back into the stretched hole.
For the third time,
Angel repeated the sound, and this time they both knew exactly what it was.
Spike began to work him, easing his fist slowly through the tight channel,
drawing it back out just as slowly. Angel began to swear lightly, totally lost
to the pleasure. Spike lay over his back, holding around the waist tightly with
his other arm, and rammed as high as he could, until his elbow prevented more.
He kept up the pummelling until his shoulder ached from the effort, but just
before he was about to give in, Angel tipped his head back and released a long
stream of cum into the bed, a howling, animalistic sound drowning out Spike's
heavy panting.
Almost exhausted, Spike withdrew his arm and fell on his
back. Angel collapsed and lay like the permanently dead. He only roused when
something small and glistening was dropped in front of his gaze. 'Got it.'
He nodded and passed out.
The alarm went, and Spike
found his cock under intense scrutiny, then Angel fell back into the mattress
with a deep sigh of relief. 'That wasn't even funny'
Suddenly, he
grabbed the laughing vampire and dragged him along the hallway to their vantage
point. Once more, they lay naked on their bellies and watched events play out
until Wesley was alone.
Angel suppressed a chuckle and then grabbed
Spike's arm and dragged him back to the room.
'Full leather.'
Spike grinned and tooled up with his best vampire-a-hunting clothes.
They looked at each other, licked their lips and nodded. 'Fresh meat.'
Wesley looked up to find the vampires, fully dressed and sauntering down
the stairs. 'Didn't you hear the noise down here? Charles got hit by a….'
'We've had some trouble overnight, Wesley.'
Wesley frowned. 'I
left you two sorting issues together - what sort of trouble?'
Angel went
to the weapons' cabinet. 'We went out to feed, and I ran into a nest of vamps.
Bad, Wes. We need to head out.'
'Well, there's only us; as I said,
Gunn….'
'Come on, they leave at…. I mean, they might be gone, if we
don't hurry.'
Spike took out his beloved sword and just brushed lightly
against Angel's arm as they went toward the basement.
Wesley began to
fasten his weapons around him as he walked. Angel fell back a little to walk
with Spike and murmured just loud enough for preternatural ears, 'First wave
followed by a second that will come unexpectedly. I'll go down. Let him do all
the work. There's no real danger - I tested them out yesterday, took them all
without creasing my shirt.'
Spike nodded. 'He's hard just thinking about
this.'
Angel tipped his head back and laughed. 'Aren't we all…?'
They came across the nest after a few miles. They'd clearly been there
for some time, for stolen items decorated the small chamber. Spike counted ten
and tensed despite Angel's assertion that they were easy. He watched Angel wade
in and grinned as not one of his sire's hits made any inroad on the numbers. He
did the same, toying with the creatures as Wesley fought to the death, the
human's whole being strained with the effort to stay alive. Spike watched Wesley
like a hawk and grinned when he saw another vampire watching his back even more
carefully.
Wesley rose triumphant over the last vampire's dust and
turned with glowing eyes to his two colleagues, but before he could speak, the
second wave - some of the group's friends, carrying some take-out and beers -
came around the corner.
Wesley cried out in alarm when he saw Angel had
his back turned to them. One of the vampires dropped the pizza he'd been
carrying and embedded an axe into Angel's back. Uncharacteristically, Angel
screamed with pain and went down. Equally uncharacteristically, Spike howled in
anguish and tore into the new group, but seemed to find it surprisingly hard to
defeat the confused fledglings.
Wesley swung his axe like a madman,
trying to see if Angel was okay, trying to protect Spike. He was still swinging
when all went silent, and he realised that they were the only ones left.
They both flew to Angel's side and turned him over, Spike's eyes welling
with tears, his fear seeming to make him turn away with shaking shoulders.
Wesley pulled the axe out and looked at it with an unreadable expression and
threw it to one side. Groggily climbing slowly to his feet, Angel was about to
speak when a solid punch split his lip. 'What were you thinking?! There were
more here than you said! You should have known, Angel, should have counted the
damn plates or something! A cretin could have done better than this. And YOU!'
He rounded on Spike at the vampire's small snicker. 'You were as much use as
a….' He flung Spike back to the wall and swung another punch at Angel.
Angel staggered back and seemed to hang suspended on the brickwork by
the force of the attack. Wesley followed up his punch by closing on the vampire
and shaking him by the shoulders. Angel raised his eyes pitifully, and Wesley
suddenly bent his head and tore at the slightly pouted lips. He ripped the
vampire's shirt with the aggression of the kiss, panting raggedly, 'I thought
I'd lost you.'
Angel continued to look at him from eyes deeply hooded.
Wesley groaned at the effect and came back to kiss him once more, his hands
roaming over Angel's naked chest.
He felt something ease behind him and
realised that Spike was standing very close.
There was a moment when it
could have gone either way, when both vampires sensed the prey metaphorically
running as fast as it could away from suddenly perceived danger.
Angel
cupped the human gently around the back of the neck and pulled him into an
intimate, loving kiss. He kept his eyes fastened on Spike over Wesley's shoulder
and flicked them down to the human's backside. Spike nodded and reached around
to undo Wesley's jeans. The man tried to pull away, but the kiss was too
intense. He felt his clothing being lowered and then someone playing gently over
his backside, licking, kissing and feeling his warm, smooth skin.
Even
then he would have stopped them, would have retreated with haste to his safe
closet, but Angel began to slowly undo the buttons on Wesley's shirt to find his
nipples. He looked down at Angel's blunt, familiar fingers on his tiny, peaked
buds and knew that the vampire had remembered his reaction to this from the last
time. He arched back, just as his cheeks parted and a tongue found his soft
hole.
Suddenly, he hit Angel's hands away and spun him around, wondering
briefly at how strangely easy Angel was to position, and then tore urgently at
the vampire's pants. When he got the clothing half-mast, he stopped, picturing
the erotic scene, how they both looked standing to each other with Spike
kneeling behind him, sandwiching him between their cool flesh.
He looked
down at Angel's backside; he wanted him, but was utterly unsure how to….
Something was pressed into his hand, and he looked down to find a small heap of
lube, glistening slightly on his palm.
Angrily, he banged Angel's back.
'Did you plan this?'
Angel turned innocently, 'I always carry some.'
Wesley gave him a look through narrowed eyes then nodded and began to
spread it liberally around his swelling shaft.
Spike rose to his feet
and slid in between Angel and the wall. 'Fuck us both, Pet.' He turned and
unzipped, cupping his cheeks, spreading himself, letting Angel have full access
to his hole. Wesley watched as Angel slid easily between the pale cheeks,
blinking slightly as the swollen red shaft disappeared slowly from sight. Almost
hypnotically, he slid in too, hardly noticing the moment that had plagued and
tempted so many of his dreams.
For one moment, Angel appeared to take
the lead, the feel of being in his childe overcoming his attempt to play at
submissive vampire, but Wesley wasn't having any of it. Now he was in, he
snapped back to his senses, looked down, and with a huge groan, pushed in,
flattening both vampires together. Angel put his mouth to Spike's ear and so low
that only another preternatural creature could have heard, whispered, 'Bingo.'
Spike chuckled under his breath and put a hand back to find one of
Angel's. They let their natural need to dictate the pace dissipate, and took the
pace of the pummelling from the human behind them.
Wesley began to sweat
with his effort to find his orgasm deep in Angel's backside. It was almost too
much for him to think about, so he didn't: he let all thought fall from him with
the drips of sweat and became only body, only pleasure.
Angel was cool
and hard and so pleasurable to be in. Wesley slipped in and out on the slick
gel, standing: the position perfect for maximum thrust. He spread his hands on
Angel's shoulders and dipped his head at the effort, watching small splashes of
his sweat on the dry, tunnel floor. Angel was hardly moving of his own volition;
he just pushed into Spike using the power of Wesley's thrusts.
At last,
the human reached the place he most wanted to be. His balls swelled to a
hardness that ached and made him moan, and then he erupted, spurt after spurt as
his legs shook and his eyes wavered at the abrupt blood loss to his head.
As soon as he sensed the man had finished, Angel gave a cry of pleasure,
tinged with a huge amount of triumph and suddenly began to thump his unfulfilled
need into Spike. Wesley was dislodged violently and fell back to the floor with
a grunt. He watched, stunned, as Angel tore into Spike, the slim vampire only
crying out for more. With a low grunt, Angel emptied, and Wesley saw his hands
around the slim form, bringing him off in a powerful, shared orgasm.
He
fastened his clothes and adjusted his glasses.
He looked up at the two
vampires. 'No.'
Angel knelt to him with a feral smile. 'But yes.'
'I'm… sorry. I never wanted this to….'
Angel grinned and pulled
him to his feet. He bent close, ignoring the instinctive flinch and said lowly,
'Don't sweat it, Wes; it'll all be forgotten in the morning.'
Furiously,
Wesley felt tears prick his eyes. In all his fantasies of taking these vampires,
this was not how it had ended. He pushed Angel off and brushed down his clothes.
'Quite. It will be. By me. I think it's time we got back, don't you?'
Angel patted him patronisingly and went to collect some fallen weapons.
Spike, fastening his jeans, looked at Wesley with small, subtle glances. 'He's
just embarrassed, Pet.'
'What?'
Wesley began to walk, so with a
small glance at Angel's turned back, Spike jogged to catch him up. 'He wanted
you so much see? But didn't think it would be here, like this.'
'Oh.'
Wesley glanced back, his look softening. 'What have we done?'
Spike
leant over and nudged him. 'Sleep on it, Luv. See how you feel in the morning
about it, and we'll take it from there, yeah?'
Clearly relieved, Wesley
smiled a little.
The alarm went off, and they both jerked to
sitting, faces full of wonder.
'Fuck! He DID it!'
'Jeez, yeah.
Did you see him?'
'No, I had my fucking face squashed to the bloody
wall!'
'Oh, yeah, but Jesus, Spike, we actually fucked with Wesley
sober! Come on.'
'They hurried along the landing to their spying
position and waited eagerly until the human came out of Angel's office.
Spike chuckled. 'He's not benefiting from that lovely post-shag sting,
is he?'
Angel began to rub the small of Spike's back, dipping his hand
lower occasionally. Spike turned his head and grinned. 'Fuck me here.'
'What!'
'Come on.' He opened his legs and bent one thigh up.
Glancing down to the lobby, growling slightly in pleasure, Angel slid
into his childe just as Cordelia came in to make her regular complaint about
men. They watched the day unfolding below them as Angel rode softly in and out
of the offered hole.
Spike began to whimper with the build up to his
orgasm, and Angel put a hand around his mouth, silencing him with a light bite
of disapproval to his shoulder. At the bite, Spike moaned louder, and Angel took
the hint, biting viciously into the cool flesh, drawing blood into his mouth to
make his flooding orgasm even more exquisite.
They shuddered and
twitched in silence until it was over. Sliding away from the sticky pool,
kitten-crawling back out of sight, they jumped to their feet and flitted back to
their room.
Uncharacteristically, Angel began to spin Spike around the
room, and they fell in a heap to the floor at the foot of the bed.
Angel
turned to him and smirked. 'What now?'
Spike raised an eyebrow. 'Two
nil….'
Angel gave him a puzzled look.
Spike leaned in and
whispered, 'You've had two Wes fantasies; I've had none. Time to even the
score.'