Old Times #2
Angelus ambled over, bent down towards him, and brought the reality of his vulnerability crashing back over him once more. Lips against Spike's ear, he whispered "Too bad you can't come with, huh? I'll be thinkin' of you." Full of unspoken hints and vague threats.
'I'll be thinkin' of you.......' Fucking hell! He really didn't want Angelus thinking about him....... at all....... in any way! Spike narrowed his eyes. Did he? "I won't be in this chair forever" he warned.
But Angelus was already taking Drusilla's hand and leading her out in pursuit of The Judge. Goddamnit, he hated this! This had been HIS plan – well, Dru's at any rate – and he was being left here, cut out, cut off. He couldn't let them go without a little jibe of some sort. "What happens if your girlfriend shows up?" he called after them.
But as cocky and arrogant as ever, Angelus just flung back "I'm gonna give her a kiss."
Yeah, right! But Spike took no great pleasure from his growing belief that the little chit was much more likely to string Angelus up by the balls. He wouldn't be there to see it. He was being left behind like a useless pet. He was losing his status, his power, maybe even his girl, and Angelus was going to rub his nose in it any and every chance he got.......
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........ and in ways he had not cared to imagine. Dozing in his chair when Angelus came crashing back into the factory hours later - lashing out at girders, kicking at crates and boxes as he approached - Spike was instantly wide awake. It hadn't gone to plan then, he thought, permitting himself a satisfied smirk, quickly smothered as Angelus thundered across the room and loomed over him.
"Don't. Say. A. Word!" he glowered down at Spike, eyes black and hard.
But Spike had never really known when to keep quiet around his grandsire. "Went the day well?" he quipped, but suddenly realising that Dru had not returned with the big lug. "Where is she? Where's Dru?"
"She's not here?" Angelus had thought she would have told Spike everything already, every last little detail of how the game had blown up in their faces. How The Judge had blown up in their faces, infact! Although at least he would have been spared Spike's crowing over Buffy whupping his ass....... or more correctly, delivering a devastatingly painful blow to his genitals. Dru hadn't hung around to witness that little treat.
He slowly rubbed at himself. Not so tender now........ "She's okay." He dismissed Spike's concerns, still absently applying pressure to his cock and balls. Yeah, he was just fine now. Silly little bitch! Couldn't do it, could she?! "She just couldn't kill me" he grinned, mood swinging round like a weather vane on a blustery day.
Spike cautiously began to reverse out of striking range, although the mad Irishman did seem to be calming down now. Well, playing with yourself was one way to deal with defeat. Didn't mean he had to hang around and witness it though!
"Where you going, roller boy?!" Angelus drawled, still grinning, advancing a step or two.
"Looked like you needed some....... uh, private time."
"You think?" Angelus reached out, grasped the arms of Spike's chair, bringing him to an abrupt halt. Leaning over him, almost brow to brow. "Oh, I don't know. I took a little....... damage earlier. Should maybe have a trial run, make sure everything's still in good working order."
Spike was on the point of snarking out that it looked like he was doing just that already when an image filled his brain, of Angelus hovering over him in bed, seeming to enjoy the proximity to his naked, vulnerable body just a little too much. The memory stole his words, leaving his mouth dry, his lips parted a little as for once he choked back his response.
"That's a good look for you" Angelus whispered, eyes twinkling. "Wide- eyed, pouty....... But best of all, silent." Slowly he rubbed his nose against Spike's, an Eskimo's kiss, laughing softly as he sensed Spike's shoulders and neck stiffen, at his touch. "You always had such a mouth on you, boy. Such a mouth........" he murmured again, gently brushing his lips against the other man's. Unexpectedly soft. And full........
He was enjoying this, the power he had over the one-time young buck, and the reactions of his own body to that dominance. As Spike's whole being seemed to jerk away from him - but confined and helpless in his chair it was a futile gesture – Angelus was amused and intrigued. His fully recovered member stirred happily in his pants, shifting and twitching against the leather. Having Spike's full lips slide over his cockhead and down his shaft as he unwillingly took him into his mouth, now THAT would be power indeed. And fun! Just like old times....
Angelus ambled over, bent down towards him, and brought the reality of his vulnerability crashing back over him once more. Lips against Spike's ear, he whispered "Too bad you can't come with, huh? I'll be thinkin' of you." Full of unspoken hints and vague threats.
'I'll be thinkin' of you.......' Fucking hell! He really didn't want Angelus thinking about him....... at all....... in any way! Spike narrowed his eyes. Did he? "I won't be in this chair forever" he warned.
But Angelus was already taking Drusilla's hand and leading her out in pursuit of The Judge. Goddamnit, he hated this! This had been HIS plan – well, Dru's at any rate – and he was being left here, cut out, cut off. He couldn't let them go without a little jibe of some sort. "What happens if your girlfriend shows up?" he called after them.
But as cocky and arrogant as ever, Angelus just flung back "I'm gonna give her a kiss."
Yeah, right! But Spike took no great pleasure from his growing belief that the little chit was much more likely to string Angelus up by the balls. He wouldn't be there to see it. He was being left behind like a useless pet. He was losing his status, his power, maybe even his girl, and Angelus was going to rub his nose in it any and every chance he got.......
* * * * * * * * *
........ and in ways he had not cared to imagine. Dozing in his chair when Angelus came crashing back into the factory hours later - lashing out at girders, kicking at crates and boxes as he approached - Spike was instantly wide awake. It hadn't gone to plan then, he thought, permitting himself a satisfied smirk, quickly smothered as Angelus thundered across the room and loomed over him.
"Don't. Say. A. Word!" he glowered down at Spike, eyes black and hard.
But Spike had never really known when to keep quiet around his grandsire. "Went the day well?" he quipped, but suddenly realising that Dru had not returned with the big lug. "Where is she? Where's Dru?"
"She's not here?" Angelus had thought she would have told Spike everything already, every last little detail of how the game had blown up in their faces. How The Judge had blown up in their faces, infact! Although at least he would have been spared Spike's crowing over Buffy whupping his ass....... or more correctly, delivering a devastatingly painful blow to his genitals. Dru hadn't hung around to witness that little treat.
He slowly rubbed at himself. Not so tender now........ "She's okay." He dismissed Spike's concerns, still absently applying pressure to his cock and balls. Yeah, he was just fine now. Silly little bitch! Couldn't do it, could she?! "She just couldn't kill me" he grinned, mood swinging round like a weather vane on a blustery day.
Spike cautiously began to reverse out of striking range, although the mad Irishman did seem to be calming down now. Well, playing with yourself was one way to deal with defeat. Didn't mean he had to hang around and witness it though!
"Where you going, roller boy?!" Angelus drawled, still grinning, advancing a step or two.
"Looked like you needed some....... uh, private time."
"You think?" Angelus reached out, grasped the arms of Spike's chair, bringing him to an abrupt halt. Leaning over him, almost brow to brow. "Oh, I don't know. I took a little....... damage earlier. Should maybe have a trial run, make sure everything's still in good working order."
Spike was on the point of snarking out that it looked like he was doing just that already when an image filled his brain, of Angelus hovering over him in bed, seeming to enjoy the proximity to his naked, vulnerable body just a little too much. The memory stole his words, leaving his mouth dry, his lips parted a little as for once he choked back his response.
"That's a good look for you" Angelus whispered, eyes twinkling. "Wide- eyed, pouty....... But best of all, silent." Slowly he rubbed his nose against Spike's, an Eskimo's kiss, laughing softly as he sensed Spike's shoulders and neck stiffen, at his touch. "You always had such a mouth on you, boy. Such a mouth........" he murmured again, gently brushing his lips against the other man's. Unexpectedly soft. And full........
He was enjoying this, the power he had over the one-time young buck, and the reactions of his own body to that dominance. As Spike's whole being seemed to jerk away from him - but confined and helpless in his chair it was a futile gesture – Angelus was amused and intrigued. His fully recovered member stirred happily in his pants, shifting and twitching against the leather. Having Spike's full lips slide over his cockhead and down his shaft as he unwillingly took him into his mouth, now THAT would be power indeed. And fun! Just like old times....