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Inside the small room, Spike lay naked. Strapped to the bed, legs splayed. His fingers rapped an impatient staccato on the headboard where his hands were tied tightly with two fine silk scarves. A fire crackled in the fireplace.

"Oi! If you don't get in here soon, ya ponce, I'll bloody well start without you!" The peroxide blond yelled. A laugh came from the other room and echoed around the walls. Spike growled and pulled on the ties that bound him.

A dark figure appeared at the door, his face shadowed by the backlighting. Spike took in a deep breath at the sight. His eyes hungrily devoured the vision. Skin stretched over tight muscles that rippled when he moved.

"I think you may have some trouble getting started by yourself." The figure in the doorway chuckled. Spike threw a glare at the man in the doorway.

"Angel, if you don't get over here soon, I will personally rip your bollocks off. Now stop poncing about and fuck me." Spike growled lowly.

Angel laughed again and took a step towards the end of the bed.

"So what are my choices, again?" He asked, looking at the incapacitated blond on the bed through lust filled eyes.

"You can get your rocks off, or you can get your rocks ripped off." Spike said, voice ragged with desire.

"Oh�is that right?" The larger man said, kneeling at the end of the bed and leaning down towards the blonde's calf.

"That's it.....exactly!" Spike practically yelped as Angel drew his tongue up Spike's leg, from calf to the apex of his thighs. Angel nuzzled the flesh beside the blonde's hardening cock for a few moments before resting his head on Spike's hip.

"Okay. I think I'm beginning to get a picture. But I'm still a little fuzzy on the details-"

"Hey! Stop fucking around and get to the fucking around! I'm gonna die of blue balls in minute!" Spike growled. Angel raised a hand and took Spike's sack in his hand.

"Blue balls, hey?" Angel said, gently massaging them as he spoke. "I don't think so�..Can you die of indigo balls?" Spike's eyes rolled back in his head as he made a few guttural noises in response. Angel chuckled again and blew gently on the ever-hardening rod in front of him.

Angel's fingers trailed away from Spike's balls and brushed gently across Spike's perineum, causing the blond to jerk slightly. Raising his hand to his mouth Angel spat into his hand and brought it back down to Spikes arse. He circled the hidden rosette with one lubed finger, listening to the blond moan softly.

The dark haired man gently slipped a finger into the hole and continued to massage the inner passage. Spike arched his back into the probing digit. Angel kissed Spike's hip as he slipped a second finger in, a third followed in quick succession. The blond writhed as best he could in the restraints. A throaty moan came from the head of the bed. Angel looked up into Spike's lust filled blue eyes.

"Angel. Now." He rasped.

Angel nodded and raised his free hand to Spike's mouth. Spike caught one of the Irish man's fingers in his mouth and suckled on it. Angel removed his fingers from Spike's arse and raised himself up on the bed. Angel tutted and took his finger away from the Englishman's mouth, quickly replacing it with his mouth for a hard, ravaging kiss. Angel sucked hard on Spike's tongue, before slowly letting it slip from his mouth as he rolled to his side.

He grinned at Spike before spitting into his hand and coating his hard cock in their mixed saliva.

"Just the perfect blend." Angel said throatily. The blond whimpered in the back of his throat, his eyes widened comically as he realised the sound had come from him. Angel raised an eyebrow and positioned himself between Spike's legs.

Spike raised his legs as his Sire positioned himself at his hidden opening.

"Just do it." Spike said roughly, trying to make up for the unmanly sound that had escaped earlier.

Angel slowly slipped into the blond as he leaned down to capture one of Spike's nipples between his teeth. Slowly he began to move back and forth within the constrictions of Spike's back passage, listening to the soft moans that came from the blonde's mouth.

"Faster."

Spike whispered softly. Angel began to kiss his way up Spike's chest as he quickened his pace marginally. Spike groaned as Angel licked his way up the blonde's neck.

"Harder."

He said more forcefully. Angel pictured men in hard hats and big busty blondes moaning "you're so big", backed with 'wacka wacka' music and slap bass. He trembled with disgust, captured Spike's lips in his own and began to thrust frantically, eager for the blinding white light of orgasm to wash away the horrible mind pictures.

Spike's cock rubbed against the coarse hairs trailing from Angel's navel. Pleasure surged through his undead body, building as the rapture came upon him.

Spike pulled on his bonds and arched off the bed as his stomach and Angel's chest was covered in the cheap white carbohydrates.

The dark haired man thrust once into Spike, twice, thrice, and came gushing into Spike's nether regions as ice-cold pleasure coursed up his spine.

Angel collapsed forward onto Spike, spent from their passion.

Minutes ticked by in the small dark room with the crackling fire. Slowly Angel rolled off his childe and undid the restraints before lying beside him. Spike ran his hands over Angel's chest and held the larger man close to him.

"See. I can fuck you without touching you. You didn't think I could do it." Spike said, nuzzling into Angel's neck.

"I always had faith in you, my boy." Angel replied, running his hands over the blonde's hair.

"You named your cock 'Faith'??? That's perverted!"

~fin~