Old Times #9 1880
The pain was almost too much. Sharp, bright, shocking. Exciting.
He felt delicate tissue tear, smelt his own blood, struggled hard to stop himself crying out. But the strangled, prolonged groan forced from his throat seemed to arouse Angelus all the more. As Angelus pounded into him, however, the pain dulled, blood perversely easing the way. Spike's thoughts were too chaotic, confused; he found he couldn't act, only react, as he was rocked by the most unexpected and, to this still relatively inexperienced young man, unbelievable sensations! His cock was harder than ever beneath him; and bewilderingly, somehow, somewhere inside, as Angelus thrust...it was as if he were hitting a little button. Of pleasure, of warmth, of....
But then he felt Angelus' phallus throbbing inside him, the grunt and rush of wetness signalling a climax of sorts, and all too soon he was withdrawing, rolling off him....
If Angelus had hoped to achieve domination, humiliation and control of his young protégé with this act of sexual aggression, he had failed. Instead, Spike was left frustrated, wanting more. Believing that they really could do better than that! And feeling sure that this first taste of him and his body would not be enough to satisfy Angelus, either.
He could certainly use this to his advantage.....
And the opportunity to test his theory came so much sooner than he expected! As Spike rolled on to his side, and then tentatively pushed himself up off the ground, he heard water splashing and glanced over to where Angelus was dousing his face.
"Thought you were teaching me a lesson" Spike called over to him. "But headmaster's let me off lightly, by the looks...."
Angelus was still, but Spike could see his shoulder muscles tensed and bunched beneath his now filthy, torn shirt. Waiting.
"No wonder Darla keeps disappearing...." he added. "No staying power, not man enough for her. I bet I could give her a good run. Her and Dru together, now wouldn't that be something? Be surprised if they ever had time for you again!"
"I know what you're doing, boy." Angelus' voice was low, dark but controlled. And yet his fists were now clenching and unclenching at his side. The torches flaming on the cavern walls guttered a little at a small breath of air; barely disturbing the thick, electric atmosphere.
"You do?" Spike wanted him to turn, to see him, to see how he had left him, still erect, still unsatisfied, still needing a release. "Buggered if I do!" He laughed at his own weak joke and shifted on the ground.
At Spike's sharp gasp of discomfort as he moved to a sitting position, Angelus half-turned, unable to stop his body reacting to the sound. Shrugging off what remained of his shirt, he dipped it in the water barrel and walked slowly back to Spike. The boy looked vulnerable down there, battered, bruised, scraped, bleeding. But his eyes were still challenging, his mouth defiant. Angelus' eyes drifted down further. Really, that was too good to waste.... Hunkering down in front of him, he offered Spike the wet shirt to clean himself up. When it wasn't taken, he laid it to one side without comment.
Angelus leaned in closer. Silence. Spike watched fascinated as droplets of water meandered down a strand of Angelus' tousled hair and plopped gently onto his own belly. Angelus, too, watched them land. Licked his lips. Said nothing. The unresolved ache in Spike's balls was almost more than he could stand and in another second he would have blurted out some taunt, some insult, just to provoke the big lug into some sort of action. But Angelus broke first.
"Your nipples" he muttered, trying to sound mocking, ridiculing. Instead, voice husky. "Just like a woman's." Large, dark, erect, inviting.
Spike raised an eyebrow, but held his tongue.
"Don't make a sound, don't struggle, don't fight me. Or I'll turn you into a eunuch with one bite!" So saying, Angelus moved to straddle him and to Spike's astonishment bent low, gave his phallus an exploratory, full-length lick with a tongue slick with spittle. And then slowly closed his mouth around the head.
As he sucked him into his mouth, Spike did make a sound, and slumped back down to lie beneath his grandsire. He wondered at why Angelus would do this to him, not demand this service himself, but gave up the puzzle as the man's tongue vibrated against his shaft.
Oh my god! This was more like it! And if Angelus liked it enough, he wouldn't be so keen to bed Drusilla next time.....
The pain was almost too much. Sharp, bright, shocking. Exciting.
He felt delicate tissue tear, smelt his own blood, struggled hard to stop himself crying out. But the strangled, prolonged groan forced from his throat seemed to arouse Angelus all the more. As Angelus pounded into him, however, the pain dulled, blood perversely easing the way. Spike's thoughts were too chaotic, confused; he found he couldn't act, only react, as he was rocked by the most unexpected and, to this still relatively inexperienced young man, unbelievable sensations! His cock was harder than ever beneath him; and bewilderingly, somehow, somewhere inside, as Angelus thrust...it was as if he were hitting a little button. Of pleasure, of warmth, of....
But then he felt Angelus' phallus throbbing inside him, the grunt and rush of wetness signalling a climax of sorts, and all too soon he was withdrawing, rolling off him....
If Angelus had hoped to achieve domination, humiliation and control of his young protégé with this act of sexual aggression, he had failed. Instead, Spike was left frustrated, wanting more. Believing that they really could do better than that! And feeling sure that this first taste of him and his body would not be enough to satisfy Angelus, either.
He could certainly use this to his advantage.....
And the opportunity to test his theory came so much sooner than he expected! As Spike rolled on to his side, and then tentatively pushed himself up off the ground, he heard water splashing and glanced over to where Angelus was dousing his face.
"Thought you were teaching me a lesson" Spike called over to him. "But headmaster's let me off lightly, by the looks...."
Angelus was still, but Spike could see his shoulder muscles tensed and bunched beneath his now filthy, torn shirt. Waiting.
"No wonder Darla keeps disappearing...." he added. "No staying power, not man enough for her. I bet I could give her a good run. Her and Dru together, now wouldn't that be something? Be surprised if they ever had time for you again!"
"I know what you're doing, boy." Angelus' voice was low, dark but controlled. And yet his fists were now clenching and unclenching at his side. The torches flaming on the cavern walls guttered a little at a small breath of air; barely disturbing the thick, electric atmosphere.
"You do?" Spike wanted him to turn, to see him, to see how he had left him, still erect, still unsatisfied, still needing a release. "Buggered if I do!" He laughed at his own weak joke and shifted on the ground.
At Spike's sharp gasp of discomfort as he moved to a sitting position, Angelus half-turned, unable to stop his body reacting to the sound. Shrugging off what remained of his shirt, he dipped it in the water barrel and walked slowly back to Spike. The boy looked vulnerable down there, battered, bruised, scraped, bleeding. But his eyes were still challenging, his mouth defiant. Angelus' eyes drifted down further. Really, that was too good to waste.... Hunkering down in front of him, he offered Spike the wet shirt to clean himself up. When it wasn't taken, he laid it to one side without comment.
Angelus leaned in closer. Silence. Spike watched fascinated as droplets of water meandered down a strand of Angelus' tousled hair and plopped gently onto his own belly. Angelus, too, watched them land. Licked his lips. Said nothing. The unresolved ache in Spike's balls was almost more than he could stand and in another second he would have blurted out some taunt, some insult, just to provoke the big lug into some sort of action. But Angelus broke first.
"Your nipples" he muttered, trying to sound mocking, ridiculing. Instead, voice husky. "Just like a woman's." Large, dark, erect, inviting.
Spike raised an eyebrow, but held his tongue.
"Don't make a sound, don't struggle, don't fight me. Or I'll turn you into a eunuch with one bite!" So saying, Angelus moved to straddle him and to Spike's astonishment bent low, gave his phallus an exploratory, full-length lick with a tongue slick with spittle. And then slowly closed his mouth around the head.
As he sucked him into his mouth, Spike did make a sound, and slumped back down to lie beneath his grandsire. He wondered at why Angelus would do this to him, not demand this service himself, but gave up the puzzle as the man's tongue vibrated against his shaft.
Oh my god! This was more like it! And if Angelus liked it enough, he wouldn't be so keen to bed Drusilla next time.....