Old Times #3
"Don't even think about it, mate!" Spike growled, planting his palms on Angelus' chest, trying to push him back. This was so unlike any of their power games in the past, in his reckless youth. And yet...... He remembered oh so clearly their first meeting; the excitement, the sense of danger. The powerful and conflicting emotions. Their hands thrust into the sunlight, the pain and the perverse thrill. The glint in Angelus' eye as he assessed William.... He had had so much to learn and Angelus had been the man to tutor him.
Angelus barely swayed backwards when Spike shoved him, firmly holding his ground instead and unzipping himself in almost leisurely fashion. Unconfined, Angelus' cock bounced cheerfully to life, responding enthusiastically to its master's one handed caress. Aaaah, that was more like it! "All better now" he cooed, with a faraway expression.
Spike looked away, shaking his head to dislodge old memories and fresh absurdities. He was contemplating just rolling right over the bastard exhibitionist and leaving him to it when Angelus struck. A hard, flat, backhanded slap across the cheek. Just to refocus Spike's attention.
But then steely fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck, forcing his head forward to meet Angelus' straining phallus. 'You know, if that's all I had to show off I wouldn't be so bloody quick to wave it around' Spike thought darkly, wisely choosing not to voice his opinions and keeping his mouth firmly clamped shut. And wisely choosing not to dwell on his own inactive cock.
Angelus tightened his grip and slowly, forcefully, began to rub the tip of his erection against Spike's now dry lips.
'Oh, enough is bleeding well enough!' Spike risked meeting his grandsire's eyes and with as detached and cold an expression as possible, slapped away the offensive organ using the same technique as Angelus had on his face. 'Although the fucker will probably get off on that, mood he's in.'
Angelus looked momentarily shocked, but wasn't about to let a damaged, impotent Spike get the better of him. "Oh come on now boy! A little co- operation and you might just enjoy it!"
"You really think......? Oh right! So, you'd really trust me not to take a nice big juicy........dismembering..... bite?"
Angelus moved in close, his all too physically evident pleasure in their exchanges standing between them. "You so much as graze me....... this time" he smirked lasciviously, darting out his tongue to flick at Spike's ear, lapping up his grimace of distaste. But the emotional weather vane swung again in the next instant, the teasing humour vanishing. Catching Spike's head between his hands, grip hard and tight as a vice, he continued with a hissed "......and I'll snap your pretty little oh so fragile neck!" His erection now bobbing and stretching with enthusiasm for the task.
Okay, this was serious. Spike suddenly had no doubt that Angelus would be as good as his word. When their eyes locked he knew it could be a fatal error to drop his gaze, imply submissiveness in the face of this threat. 'Carry on as normal, snark your way out of it if you have to, don't let him see you're shit-scared.......'
He couldn't read Angelus' expression as he faced him down; but apparently Angelus could not fathom Spike either. Narrowing his eyes, Angelus pulled back a little, straightened up, absent-mindedly stroking himself. Enjoying the feel of his own strong fingers against the hard flesh and veins of his erection, he glanced around for somewhere to settle in to do the job.
In truth he was beginning to lose interest in baiting Spike this morning, he told himself. Another time for the lad. Yes. Plenty of time to wear him down, have him submit. Hating it, hating Angelus, hating the acts but forced to perform.......
A sudden stab of memory slowed his hand for a moment. Spike hadn't hated it back then, neither of them had.....
"Don't even think about it, mate!" Spike growled, planting his palms on Angelus' chest, trying to push him back. This was so unlike any of their power games in the past, in his reckless youth. And yet...... He remembered oh so clearly their first meeting; the excitement, the sense of danger. The powerful and conflicting emotions. Their hands thrust into the sunlight, the pain and the perverse thrill. The glint in Angelus' eye as he assessed William.... He had had so much to learn and Angelus had been the man to tutor him.
Angelus barely swayed backwards when Spike shoved him, firmly holding his ground instead and unzipping himself in almost leisurely fashion. Unconfined, Angelus' cock bounced cheerfully to life, responding enthusiastically to its master's one handed caress. Aaaah, that was more like it! "All better now" he cooed, with a faraway expression.
Spike looked away, shaking his head to dislodge old memories and fresh absurdities. He was contemplating just rolling right over the bastard exhibitionist and leaving him to it when Angelus struck. A hard, flat, backhanded slap across the cheek. Just to refocus Spike's attention.
But then steely fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck, forcing his head forward to meet Angelus' straining phallus. 'You know, if that's all I had to show off I wouldn't be so bloody quick to wave it around' Spike thought darkly, wisely choosing not to voice his opinions and keeping his mouth firmly clamped shut. And wisely choosing not to dwell on his own inactive cock.
Angelus tightened his grip and slowly, forcefully, began to rub the tip of his erection against Spike's now dry lips.
'Oh, enough is bleeding well enough!' Spike risked meeting his grandsire's eyes and with as detached and cold an expression as possible, slapped away the offensive organ using the same technique as Angelus had on his face. 'Although the fucker will probably get off on that, mood he's in.'
Angelus looked momentarily shocked, but wasn't about to let a damaged, impotent Spike get the better of him. "Oh come on now boy! A little co- operation and you might just enjoy it!"
"You really think......? Oh right! So, you'd really trust me not to take a nice big juicy........dismembering..... bite?"
Angelus moved in close, his all too physically evident pleasure in their exchanges standing between them. "You so much as graze me....... this time" he smirked lasciviously, darting out his tongue to flick at Spike's ear, lapping up his grimace of distaste. But the emotional weather vane swung again in the next instant, the teasing humour vanishing. Catching Spike's head between his hands, grip hard and tight as a vice, he continued with a hissed "......and I'll snap your pretty little oh so fragile neck!" His erection now bobbing and stretching with enthusiasm for the task.
Okay, this was serious. Spike suddenly had no doubt that Angelus would be as good as his word. When their eyes locked he knew it could be a fatal error to drop his gaze, imply submissiveness in the face of this threat. 'Carry on as normal, snark your way out of it if you have to, don't let him see you're shit-scared.......'
He couldn't read Angelus' expression as he faced him down; but apparently Angelus could not fathom Spike either. Narrowing his eyes, Angelus pulled back a little, straightened up, absent-mindedly stroking himself. Enjoying the feel of his own strong fingers against the hard flesh and veins of his erection, he glanced around for somewhere to settle in to do the job.
In truth he was beginning to lose interest in baiting Spike this morning, he told himself. Another time for the lad. Yes. Plenty of time to wear him down, have him submit. Hating it, hating Angelus, hating the acts but forced to perform.......
A sudden stab of memory slowed his hand for a moment. Spike hadn't hated it back then, neither of them had.....