Underneath the Grief - Part 3
The party was winding down, quite a few hours after it began. I won a hundred bucks playing poker, Gunn had passed out under the kitchen table, and Angel was actually soused. Completely drunk off his ass. He and Lorne were in the corner, singing old show tunes. And Fred was still sleeping in Wesley's bed. Everyone else was gone.
The sun came up, so I went around shutting all the curtains. For a guy with a vampire as his best friend, Wes certainly hadn't bothered to invest in heavy drapery. Though I can't imagine Angel visited very often. He likes to stick close to home, in his own territory for the most part.
Noticing that the tunes had stopped, I looked to the other room to see Lorne passed out, slumping over on the couch next to Angel. I waved Angel into the kitchen and he came, weaving a bit as he stumbled toward me.
"Hey, Spike," he said, clapping me on the shoulder.
"Peaches, you are drunk off your gourd."
"Oh, good. I knew there was a reason I wasn't embarrassed to sing all those songs in front of everyone."
"Everyone is either gone or passed out, luv. You sure you weren't singing 'cause you're the biggest poof ever?"
"I don't know. It's possible." He looked so cute (goddammit) that I couldn't help but chuckle at him.
"What?" Angel gave me an angry look and pinned me against the kitchen counter with his hips, his arms planted on either side of mine. I thrilled and shuddered, leaning away to make him come to me. I laughed again softly as he followed me back, trying go kiss me. He growled at the perceived insult and bent one of my arms behind my back, grasping me to him and capturing my lips in the kiss I wouldn't let him have before. I think even though I don't breathe, I was panting with desire. "Why?" he asked me, growling in his dangerous voice.
"Why what, luv?"
"Why do you get off on this?" He bent my arm even further, a sharp pain, then an ache suffused my body. My cock stiffened, keenly hard already.
"Don' know, pet. Just how I'm wired, I guess. Bit of a head trip giving in to whatever your partner wants. I thought this was something you'd understand. You've lived long enough to see almost everything."
"Hmm," he agreed, loosing his hold on my arm. "I just wanted to ask, to make sure. Since this – us – seems like a recurring situation." He kissed me, hard and sloppy and the alcohol on his tongue was almost enough to cover the taste of his soul. Almost. My mouth watered as I kissed him back, lips and teeth and tongues fighting for dominance.
He broke the kiss, resting his forehead on mine and looking into my eyes. "Did I promise you a reward earlier?"
"What? Oh, for keeping my trap shut? Yeah." I wondered what he was thinking of, when he gave me an evil grin and pulled me by the hand out of the kitchen and down the hall away from the main room. He approached the bedroom door, but I hissed at him. "Psst. Fred's still sleeping in there, luv."
"Right," he said, turning to face the door across the hall – the bathroom. "In here."
I chuckled. "What are you up to, Peaches?"
He pulled me into the tiny bathroom, just enough room for a toilet, sink and shower, and pushed me up against the door as he closed it. His body covered mine as he grabbed my throat, tilting my head up so he could kiss me again. "You'll see."
We kissed a few more times as Angel let his hands drift down from my throat, over my arms, my chest, my belly, my hips. I wanted him so much, it didn't seem possible. I knew I was quickly becoming addicted to his blood, so there was that factor. If I could have drunk only his blood for the rest of eternity, I would have. But we both needed something more…nutritional. Angel's blood may taste better even than human, but it was still dead, empty as far as my stomach was concerned. At least it didn't bring on the rage and blood lust like human blood. But it was one hell of an aphrodisiac.
The other factor making me want him was everything else he meant to me. His company, his body, his regard, I wanted all of it. I recognized this feeling in myself, soul or no soul. It wasn't just physical attraction, though there was plenty of that, God knows why. This feeling was a prelude to love. Bugger all.
I bit Angel's lip to get the taste of him, his blood all light and dark and salty in my mouth, which made him moan and grab my wrists, bringing them up and pinning them to the door above my head. If I could have devoured him whole without killing him and losing him in my bed, I would have. Instead, I submitted to him, turning my head to expose my neck. He groaned in appreciation, licking up my neck from clavicle to ear. If I still had a pulse, it would have been racing in excitement, fear and lust. It is no easy thing to expose one's neck to a vampire of Angel's caliber. It could very well be the last thing you do, even if you're immortal. But that's part of the fun, yeah?
Angel nibbled at my neck with blunt human teeth, appreciating the offer without taking me up on it. Then he dropped down to his knees in front of me, and I almost asked if he was too smashed to stand. But he looked up at me with a glint in his eye and a lopsided smirk as he undid my trousers. He got them halfway down my ass and pulled out my cock, which was standing straight up against my belly. Without further ado, Angel took me into his mouth, a little bit at a time as he rocked back and forth, tongue dancing around me.
"Oh, bloody hell, Angel," I whispered as he took me all the way in, all the way back. Though we'd been fucking all week, he hadn't yet done this for me and I had begun to think he never would.
When he pulled back, he wrapped one of his hands around the base of my cock as he blew me. He used his tongue, lips and hands so well, and I was so engrossed in the pleasure of it, that I didn't notice when Angel vamped out. He put a flat hand on my stomach, pressing me back against the door and then there was a sharp, burning pain. I looked down to see him drawing his needle-sharp teeth up my length, bright red blood welling up from the scratches.
I growled down at Angel in pain and anger, struggling somewhat against his hands that held me pinned to the door. You just don't injure a man's privates like that! He simply rolled his eyes up to look at me as he took me back into his mouth, sucking. I felt him pulling my blood out through those scratches on my cock and suddenly the pain didn't seem like such an affront. He groaned, slipping back into his human face, and started working me more furiously. The pleasure mixed in with the pain, washing it away in a haze of lust.
"Angel," I whispered, somehow still aware there were others around and keeping my voice low enough that only he could hear it. "Oh, please. Please, please, please." If this was his idea of a reward, I resolved to be on my best behavior from now on.
I started thrusting into him quite unconsciously as my body tensed in wanting and need. I pressed a fist to my mouth, trying to muffle the words and mewlings and moans pouring from it. So close. How was this possible? How could this be so incredible? It was Angel, for God's sake. I looked down at him taking me in and out of his mouth and the sight of it sent me over the edge.
It took all my concentration to stay standing as I came in his mouth, pumping my dead seed into him. And that bastard sucked me even harder, drawing every drop of blood and cum that he could from me. It was so fucking hot, I could die again.
When he released me, I slid down the door slowly, pulling up my pants as best I could before my ass hit the ground. Angel sat back on his heels in front of me, smile hazy and eyes unfocused. What was he thinking? Was he just so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing? Was this purely my reward, or did he get something out of it as well? I hoped he wasn't going to throw this back in my face at some point. Angelus would never have done something so self-sacrificing, unless he thought he could torment you with it later.