Old Times #5
Neither man realised, of course, that both were reliving that first time.....
In the weeks and months since bumping into Angelus in the London night, since Drusilla had seen something wonderful within this young man and had pursued him to his death, William had been growing in confidence, strength, reckless arrogance. The early days had been traumatic, but.... illuminating.
His mother.
Then Angelus asserting his dominance over the little group; his attempts to keep William in his place by showing him that everything he thought he had was an illusion. Love eternal with Dru? Pfft, look how easily she fell into Angelus' arms when bidden!
But William had been storing these experiences away, taking them out and scrutinising them in his quieter moments. His mother's shocking words and actions still cut him; he didn't care to dwell on them. So these memories were quickly locked away again, lessons yet to be learned. But Angelus.... He thought he had the measure of him.
"She's a magnificent woman" Spike grinned, curling his tongue to the back of his teeth and raising an eyebrow.
"I don't want you so much as glancing in her direction!" Angel snarled, advancing, brow dark and drawn.
"What's the matter mate, can't take the competition?" he snarked back. "First that Master bloke snaps his fingers and she's off...."
Angelus struck fast and hard, backhanding Spike a resounding slap, the crack of which reverberated round the cavern. Spike's response as he was sent reeling was maddening to the Irishman. Laughter. Strong, defiant laughter. He was up for the fight, relishing another opportunity to test the boundaries.
"Are you a complete idiot, William?" Angelus yelled. "I should have just staked you the other day and been done with it!"
"Spike." His lip was split, he realised; his tongue darted out to taste.
"What? Oh, don't start on that one again...." Spike's actions distracted Angelus for a split second, and then he was charging, backing him up against a gnarled wooden pit-prop.
Spike seemed totally unconcerned by Angelus' show of strength and anger as he allowed the prop to take his weight and made no move to duck away or counter the assault. His blood still beaded on his full lower lip, his tongue flicking to it again. The sight was tantalising, bringing Angelus' cock to restless life. 'Goddamn the fecking stupid idiot jumped-up little faker' Angelus raged inwardly, raising his fist to teach him a better lesson. But his hand was stayed by his own body. He shifted his stance to ease the growing strain in his pants, not really knowing he was going to do it....
Until Spike smirked, defiance in blue eyes made dark in the dim cavern. Angelus suddenly clasped Spike's head in his hands and brought out his own tongue to lap at the sweet, warm blood. And then his mouth was fastening on Spike's, suckling at the cut, biting at his lower lip, forcing his tongue into his mouth.
Spike's eyes grew wide, wild. Disbelieving, shocked, momentarily revolted.... And then a hint of arousal as he became aware of Angelus' erection pressing against him, hard even through their clothing. Rubbing against his own stirring cock.
"You great poof!" he yelled, violently shoving Angelus from him. "Pathetic excuse for a man. Try to steal another bloke's girl to make yourself feel big! And now look at you!" He began laughing again, but silently, shoulders shaking. Oh, he had the measure of him now, alright!
He started to turn away as his own arousal grew more evident, still amused, enjoying this new knowledge. And then Angelus was upon him, the force of his lunge bringing them both crashing to the ground.
"You're all talk, William!" Angelus jibed. "Blethering on about new experiences, the thrill of the unknown.... But when it comes to it....." Here he reached between their bodies and grabbed Spike's balls in his large, powerful hand. 'You're the pathetic one.' But his intended put-down died on his lips. He shifted his grip. Fuck, but the lad was well hung! And growing harder by the second.
"You were saying....?" Spike squirmed beneath the heavy Irishman, but not trying to escape.
"I was saying.... I'm going to fuck you 'til you scream, bleed, beg for mercy..."
"Yeah? You and whose army?" Spike wriggled some more. And then his hands were ripping at Angelus' shirt, his mouth fastening on his neck, knees bending and legs wrapping tightly round his grandsire's waist.
"Young, stinking whelp!" Angelus growled, as he tore at Spike's pants. "If there's biting to be done....."
Neither man realised, of course, that both were reliving that first time.....
In the weeks and months since bumping into Angelus in the London night, since Drusilla had seen something wonderful within this young man and had pursued him to his death, William had been growing in confidence, strength, reckless arrogance. The early days had been traumatic, but.... illuminating.
His mother.
Then Angelus asserting his dominance over the little group; his attempts to keep William in his place by showing him that everything he thought he had was an illusion. Love eternal with Dru? Pfft, look how easily she fell into Angelus' arms when bidden!
But William had been storing these experiences away, taking them out and scrutinising them in his quieter moments. His mother's shocking words and actions still cut him; he didn't care to dwell on them. So these memories were quickly locked away again, lessons yet to be learned. But Angelus.... He thought he had the measure of him.
"She's a magnificent woman" Spike grinned, curling his tongue to the back of his teeth and raising an eyebrow.
"I don't want you so much as glancing in her direction!" Angel snarled, advancing, brow dark and drawn.
"What's the matter mate, can't take the competition?" he snarked back. "First that Master bloke snaps his fingers and she's off...."
Angelus struck fast and hard, backhanding Spike a resounding slap, the crack of which reverberated round the cavern. Spike's response as he was sent reeling was maddening to the Irishman. Laughter. Strong, defiant laughter. He was up for the fight, relishing another opportunity to test the boundaries.
"Are you a complete idiot, William?" Angelus yelled. "I should have just staked you the other day and been done with it!"
"Spike." His lip was split, he realised; his tongue darted out to taste.
"What? Oh, don't start on that one again...." Spike's actions distracted Angelus for a split second, and then he was charging, backing him up against a gnarled wooden pit-prop.
Spike seemed totally unconcerned by Angelus' show of strength and anger as he allowed the prop to take his weight and made no move to duck away or counter the assault. His blood still beaded on his full lower lip, his tongue flicking to it again. The sight was tantalising, bringing Angelus' cock to restless life. 'Goddamn the fecking stupid idiot jumped-up little faker' Angelus raged inwardly, raising his fist to teach him a better lesson. But his hand was stayed by his own body. He shifted his stance to ease the growing strain in his pants, not really knowing he was going to do it....
Until Spike smirked, defiance in blue eyes made dark in the dim cavern. Angelus suddenly clasped Spike's head in his hands and brought out his own tongue to lap at the sweet, warm blood. And then his mouth was fastening on Spike's, suckling at the cut, biting at his lower lip, forcing his tongue into his mouth.
Spike's eyes grew wide, wild. Disbelieving, shocked, momentarily revolted.... And then a hint of arousal as he became aware of Angelus' erection pressing against him, hard even through their clothing. Rubbing against his own stirring cock.
"You great poof!" he yelled, violently shoving Angelus from him. "Pathetic excuse for a man. Try to steal another bloke's girl to make yourself feel big! And now look at you!" He began laughing again, but silently, shoulders shaking. Oh, he had the measure of him now, alright!
He started to turn away as his own arousal grew more evident, still amused, enjoying this new knowledge. And then Angelus was upon him, the force of his lunge bringing them both crashing to the ground.
"You're all talk, William!" Angelus jibed. "Blethering on about new experiences, the thrill of the unknown.... But when it comes to it....." Here he reached between their bodies and grabbed Spike's balls in his large, powerful hand. 'You're the pathetic one.' But his intended put-down died on his lips. He shifted his grip. Fuck, but the lad was well hung! And growing harder by the second.
"You were saying....?" Spike squirmed beneath the heavy Irishman, but not trying to escape.
"I was saying.... I'm going to fuck you 'til you scream, bleed, beg for mercy..."
"Yeah? You and whose army?" Spike wriggled some more. And then his hands were ripping at Angelus' shirt, his mouth fastening on his neck, knees bending and legs wrapping tightly round his grandsire's waist.
"Young, stinking whelp!" Angelus growled, as he tore at Spike's pants. "If there's biting to be done....."