Title: Old Times
Author: PokerKitten
Rating: R
Summary: A response to the 15 Minute Fic weekly challenge, keyword "competition". This one is a bit of a cheat, as I already had the setting and ideas as part of a larger fic. But written to suit the challenge (I hope!) and in just under 15 minutes.
ETA – I have been asked to continue this fic, but if I do I shall stick to some of the original rules of the challenge (eg 15 minute instalments).
Setting, BtVS S2. Spike is in the wheelchair, Angelus is back on the scene.
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox and yadayada own these characters. I just mess with them.
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Drusilla had helped him into bed, as usual, which was humiliating in a way. But they had made the morning ritual into something of a game; a sexy little game of nip and tease and lick and probe and bite...... He may be taking much longer to mend than he possibly could have feared, he still may have little or no feeling in his lower body, but he did know how to pleasure his girl. But he wasn't so sure of how long this would be enough for his wayward black princess. Especially with her sire back on the scene, relishing every opportunity that came his way to smile and insinuate and touch......
Spike stirred uneasily in his sleep, a frown etched into his forehead. But the bed was comfortable and warm - he had never lost the taste for the simple human pleasures - and the frown soon faded. His dreams turned to happier times with Dru; to vivid images, sensations, of her mouth on his, of her snuggling up against him. Naked and cool and hard and beautiful. And of the exquisite pleasure he took in pushing his way inside her, cock large and insistent....... the cock that no longer functioned properly. "Please......" he whispered in his sleep.
Please let me mend, please let me be strong again, please let her love me.......
Was it the fingers stroking his face, or the feeling of the covers being lifted from his chest, that woke him? He was dimly aware of both, and emerging from his dream of being buried deep inside Drusilla, it was her laughing face, her delicate fingers he was expecting to see.
"Rise and shine my boy" Angelus grinned, as Spike's eyes flew open, wide with shock. "Oh, you can't, can you......." he added, with a malicious glint.
"What the beeding hell do you...?" Spike began to shout, trying to lever himself up into a sitting position with arms that were still good and strong. Glancing down to find that all the bedcoverings had been removed.
"Ssshhh, sssssshh, don't want the little lady to find us like this now, do we?" Angelus mocked, grabbing Spike by the hips and easily pulling him back down again.
Straddling the naked, ivory white lad felt surprisingly good, he discovered. He'd almost forgotten, over the decades.... He raised an eyebrow in interest and humour, and stored the sensations and memories away for future reference.
"What the bleeding hell do you think you're doing" Spike repeated, but in a low angry whisper this time.
"It's not even a contest, is it?" Angelus smirked at him, and slowly ground his groin down onto Spike's flaccid member.
"What the fuck......!" Spike lashed out at him as best he could, and even from his prone position was able to send Angelus flying backwards.
This only served to amuse the Irishman more. "Just consider this your wake- up call Spike" he laughed, picking himself up and leaning over him. Casually reaching down and gathering up the younger vampire's balls in one hand, he squeezed. "Not much going on down there, huh? Not to worry" he chuckled, moving off, swaggering a little as he went. Before turning back and blowing him a kiss. "Dru may be flighty, but me? I can be very.... patient." Spike could hear Angelus' high-pitched laughter echoing around the factory as he lay there, dignity bruised, mind-racing.
But when the bog-trotting bastard had squeezed him, he actually had felt something down there, however vague. For the first time in a long time.
Author: PokerKitten
Rating: R
Summary: A response to the 15 Minute Fic weekly challenge, keyword "competition". This one is a bit of a cheat, as I already had the setting and ideas as part of a larger fic. But written to suit the challenge (I hope!) and in just under 15 minutes.
ETA – I have been asked to continue this fic, but if I do I shall stick to some of the original rules of the challenge (eg 15 minute instalments).
Setting, BtVS S2. Spike is in the wheelchair, Angelus is back on the scene.
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox and yadayada own these characters. I just mess with them.
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Drusilla had helped him into bed, as usual, which was humiliating in a way. But they had made the morning ritual into something of a game; a sexy little game of nip and tease and lick and probe and bite...... He may be taking much longer to mend than he possibly could have feared, he still may have little or no feeling in his lower body, but he did know how to pleasure his girl. But he wasn't so sure of how long this would be enough for his wayward black princess. Especially with her sire back on the scene, relishing every opportunity that came his way to smile and insinuate and touch......
Spike stirred uneasily in his sleep, a frown etched into his forehead. But the bed was comfortable and warm - he had never lost the taste for the simple human pleasures - and the frown soon faded. His dreams turned to happier times with Dru; to vivid images, sensations, of her mouth on his, of her snuggling up against him. Naked and cool and hard and beautiful. And of the exquisite pleasure he took in pushing his way inside her, cock large and insistent....... the cock that no longer functioned properly. "Please......" he whispered in his sleep.
Please let me mend, please let me be strong again, please let her love me.......
Was it the fingers stroking his face, or the feeling of the covers being lifted from his chest, that woke him? He was dimly aware of both, and emerging from his dream of being buried deep inside Drusilla, it was her laughing face, her delicate fingers he was expecting to see.
"Rise and shine my boy" Angelus grinned, as Spike's eyes flew open, wide with shock. "Oh, you can't, can you......." he added, with a malicious glint.
"What the beeding hell do you...?" Spike began to shout, trying to lever himself up into a sitting position with arms that were still good and strong. Glancing down to find that all the bedcoverings had been removed.
"Ssshhh, sssssshh, don't want the little lady to find us like this now, do we?" Angelus mocked, grabbing Spike by the hips and easily pulling him back down again.
Straddling the naked, ivory white lad felt surprisingly good, he discovered. He'd almost forgotten, over the decades.... He raised an eyebrow in interest and humour, and stored the sensations and memories away for future reference.
"What the bleeding hell do you think you're doing" Spike repeated, but in a low angry whisper this time.
"It's not even a contest, is it?" Angelus smirked at him, and slowly ground his groin down onto Spike's flaccid member.
"What the fuck......!" Spike lashed out at him as best he could, and even from his prone position was able to send Angelus flying backwards.
This only served to amuse the Irishman more. "Just consider this your wake- up call Spike" he laughed, picking himself up and leaning over him. Casually reaching down and gathering up the younger vampire's balls in one hand, he squeezed. "Not much going on down there, huh? Not to worry" he chuckled, moving off, swaggering a little as he went. Before turning back and blowing him a kiss. "Dru may be flighty, but me? I can be very.... patient." Spike could hear Angelus' high-pitched laughter echoing around the factory as he lay there, dignity bruised, mind-racing.
But when the bog-trotting bastard had squeezed him, he actually had felt something down there, however vague. For the first time in a long time.