Title: Teacher-Student Relations

Author: Jess (aka SpikedAngel)

Pairing: Angel/Spike

SUMMARY: Spike is a student, Angel is a teacher... forbidden relationships anyone?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Joss but let me play with my boys.

A/N: Oooh another update, sorry it took so long but I've been kinda sick lately. Also I haven't been able to get in touch with my beta, if you're reading this then email me – I'm getting worried about you hun!


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Spike looked in the mirror again, he felt like such a poof. He never used to care about what he looked like but Angel always looked so clean and well dressed. They were meeting up again that night at the club where they had first met. Spike hadn't had English that day so he hadn't seen Angel since the night before after his detention.

"Fuck it," he said, deciding that he didn't care, he was who he was and Angel would just have to accept that.

He left his room and walked into the kitchen to feed his cat before heading out.

"You're going out tonight?" his stepmother asked.

"Yeh, I'm meeting up with someone," Spike replied.

"Where at?" she asked.

"A place not too far away," Spike replied before heading for the door. Even though he had already come out he still didn't know how his stepmother would react to him going out to a gay bar so he thought he should leave before she asked too many questions.

Angel straightened up his shirt for about the fifth time and considered changing it again. He moved into the bathroom to double check his hair. It was his and Spike's first date and understandably he wanted to look really good. He and Spike hadn't had a real chance to get to know each other yet and he was hoping that they would do a bit of that tonight. All he knew about Spike was that he was 17 and one of his students; he didn't know anything else about him. He checked his watch, if he didn't leave now he was going to be late and that definitely wouldn't make a good impression.

About twenty minutes later he pulled into the parking lot outside the club. The strange thing about the place was that it was kind of in the middle of nowhere. Angel had driven past it on his way to Sunnydale the previous weekend and had thought that it looked kind of interesting and it had definitely turned out that way. He walked inside and looked around for Spike and realised he wasn't there. 'Ok Angel, he hasn't stood you up, he's just not here yet,' he told himself as he ordered himself a drink and sat down at a table. He looked into his drink and became so lost in thought that he didn't notice someone come up from behind and kiss his neck. That was the beauty of this place, they could do whatever they liked and didn't have to worry about being caught.

"Hello there, fancy meeting you here." Spike greeted him, silently appraising his outfit. Angel looked really good that night, as always, he was wearing a pair of black pants and a deep blue silk shirt, not exactly what Spike would consider club clothes but he looked really hot.

"Hey," Angel replied softly, still caught up in Spike kissing his neck. He was glad that Spike wasn't the shy type.

"Oi," Spike said waving his hand in front of Angel's face, "whatchya thinking about?"

"Nothing important," Angel said, blinking and shaking his head a couple of times. "You want a drink?"

"Got one," Spike said lifting up the drink already in his hands. "You seem kind of lost in thought tonight."

"I was just thinking about how we don't really know that much about each other," Angel confessed.

"Like what?" Spike asked.

"I don't know, but I hardly know anything about you…"

Spike could see that Angel honestly wanted to get to know him and he couldn't help but feel kind of pleased that Angel wasn't just in it for sex. The band had arrived and the music changed from the soft rock that had been playing before to a more heavier one.

"What do you want to know?" Spike asked.

"Pardon?" Angel replied over the loud music.

"I said what would you like to know?" Spike said raising his voice over the music.

Angel tapped his ear and pointed to where the band was playing to show he still couldn't hear.

"How about we go outside where we can hear each other?" Spike asked, pointing towards the door and standing up. Angel smiled and grabbed Spike's hand as they walked out. He looked around once they'd gotten outside and spotted a bench to sit down on.

"So what did you want to know?" Spike asked.

"Well," Angel said, pausing to think for a moment. There was so much he didn't know that he didn't know where to begin. "How long have you lived here?"

Spike looked at him a little strangely, that's what Angel wanted to know? "A few years, before that I lived in England, we moved out here when my mum died."

"Sorry to hear it," Angel said sincerely and reached out and grabbed his hand.

"S'not your fault," Spike replied, but still held onto his hand, "so did you always live in LA?"

"Nah, my family moved out here from Ireland when I was about three," Angel responded. "So do you have any siblings?"

"I have a stepbrother, Wesley, you probably teach him too, he's a tad taller than me, light brown hair, glasses…"

"I know him," Angel replied, "he's a very bright student. Do you two get along?"

"Yeh, he's one of the only people I do get along with. I don't have a real lot of friends at school but he and Fred are great."

Angel sensed that Spike wasn't the type that had an abundance of friends and knew it was probably because he was bi. Sunnydale High seemed like a very closed minded school as far as sexuality was concerned and he had to admit he was quite thankful that the rest of the teaching faculty didn't know that he was gay.

"Fair enough," he commented.

"So how about you, do you have any siblings?"

"I'm an only child." Angel replied. "It's your turn to think of the next question."

Spike grinned, "what's your favourite band?"

"I like anything soft or mellow," Angel said, receiving a very strange look from Spike. "You?"

"Sex Pistols, without a doubt. I also like the Ramones and Nine Inch Nails."

"Ok I have no idea who the last two are," Angel said looking confused.

"Never mind," Spike replied, finding it somewhat astounding that Angel was clueless, however the clueless expression on his face was just adorable. Adorable? Since when do I use words like adorable? God I really am a poof, Spike thought. Spike pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a drag, "so why did you come to Sunnydale, not that I'm complaining, just curious, yeah?"

"Wanted a change," Angel replied vaguely. "I just wanted something different."

"Did you find it?" Spike asked edging closer to him.

"Definitely," Angel replied as Spike's lips met his. He felt Spike's warm tongue slide against his lips and he opened them, allowing it into his mouth and exchanging it for his own. He lifted a hand up to the side of Spike's face and softly stroked his cheek, slowly moving it so that it was sitting on Spike's neck. He felt Spike rest his hand against his thigh and slowly move it up until his hand was touching Angel's crotch. He felt Angel slowly getting harder and so he thrusted his tongue further into Angel's mouth. He slipped it out for a second and pulled away, "wanna go somewhere private?" he asked, wanting to die the moment after he said it, thinking that he sounded like someone off a cheesy movie.

Angel didn't seem to notice, "my car," he suggested, leading Spike towards where he had parked.

"Uh, Angel?"

"Yeah."

"Convertible."

"Oh." Angel said and went into the front seat to put the top down. He climbed over the front seat and into the back, pushing the door open and pulling Spike in on top of him. Spike practically launched himself onto Angel and immediately set about getting rid of the clothes that were separating their bodies from each other. Spike began stripping Angel of his clothes, kissing every inch of flesh that became exposed. He quickly took of his clothes and grabbed the tube of lubricant he had hidden in his jacket.

Angel saw Spike pull out the tube and somehow the idea that Spike had thought about this beforehand made him harder. He felt Spike's lubricant-covered hands wrap around his cock. It was all he could do to stop himself from coming right there and then.

"Ohhh god, Spike…" Angel moaned loudly. Spike felt Angel's hand snake around to his ass and Angel's fingers at the rim of his hole. He could feel Angel working them in slowly and so he pushed back on them, this wasn't about anything slow or comfortable this was about hard, fast need. Spike declared himself sufficiently prepared and pulled back from Angel's fingers and positioned himself so that he was above Angel's cock, facing him.

"God Angel, you're filling me up." Spike moaned as he lowered himself onto Angel's cock and began riding him.

"So tight, oooohhh…" Angel said, panting.

"You're so big inside me," Spike said as Angel thrust in deeper.

Angel could feel himself almost about to come, the words Spike was saying and the way he was riding him… he knew he couldn't hold out much longer and wanted Spike to come with him so he moved in Spike until he reached his prostate.

Spike couldn't hold back any longer, nor did he want to, he came screaming Angel's name as he spurted come out all over their stomachs. Angel could feel Spike's muscles contract as he came and that sent him over the edge, filling Spike with his come.

Spike lifted himself off Angel and lay down next to him on the backseat.

"Wow," Angel said, breathlessly, "that was…"

"Yeah," Spike agreed.


A/N: Give me feedback if you want to see more of this story... I miss feedback, where has it gone?