TITLE: Teacher-Student Relations
AUTHOR: Jess (aka SpikedAngel, ethi)

PAIRING: Angel/Spike

CHAPTER: 6

RATING: R

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.


WEBSITE: www.geocities.com/jess_lair

 

A/N: This part should probably be NC-17 but I’m over it. I know it might seem a little early but I wanted to write some good slashy sex scenes. Tell me what you think. Also thanks to my wonderful beta, this chapter is dedicated to you.

 

 

New Beginnings

 

“So this is pretty much it,” Angel said as he led Spike through the door.

 

Spike looked around at the boxes and stifled a grin. “Can’t say I picked you as the messy type.”

 

“Yeh, I haven’t really had a chance to unpack really,” Angel said. “The first night I got here I had some crazy notion to go to a club,” he finished, smiling at Spike.

 

“Is that so,” Spike said. “Did ya meet anyone interesting?”

 

“Yeh, there was this one guy,” Angel started, not being able to hold back from breaking out into a grin. “And this guy, he was pretty hot…”

 

Spike’s heart jumped slightly when Angel called him hot. “So, how did that work out for you?”

 

“Well, there’s the thing…it went great, I was into him, and I’m fairly certain he was into me, but then the next day I found out that I really shouldn’t be into him and so we ended it,” Angel continued.

 

“That seems kinda sad,” Spike commented.

 

“But that’s not the end,” Angel rushed to add. “Even though we decided it couldn’t work, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I just kept thinking about him non-stop.”

 

Spike couldn’t help the stupid grin that he knew was plastered across his face. Angel really did like him… “So how did it all work out, in the end?”

 

“Well, you see, I realised what an ass I’d been to the other guy and I tried to make it up to him, but I’m not sure if he’s still into me.”

 

Spike leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on Angel’s lips. “I’m fairly certain he still is.”

 

Angel reached out and wrapped his arms around Spike’s neck, not wanting to ever let him go, and pressed their lips together again, opening his mouth slightly in hopes that Spike would deepen the kiss. Spike’s lips parted with Angel’s and he let his tongue creep in through the gap created.  His hands slid around Angel’s waist and ended up on his ass. Angel’s tongue entwined around Spike’s and he ran his hands down Spike’s shoulders so they were resting on his chest.  He felt Spike lift his hands up and slip them underneath his waistband. Spike kept kissing him as he groped Angel’s ass, something he’d wanted to do ever since he’d first seen him. Angel has such a perfect ass, Spike thought, and grinned wickedly into Angel’s mouth. Angel could feel himself hardening with every touch Spike gave him.

 

“Wanna. Show. Me. Your. Room?” Spike asked pausing between breaths and kisses.

 

“I don’t know if we should…” Angel said, sounding a little bit hesitant.

 

“Why not?” Spike asked, pulling away a bit.

 

“It’s just that I shouldn’t even be here with you, I really shouldn’t be kissing you and I definitely shouldn’t…”  Angel replied, trailing off not wanting to say it out loud.

 

“I thought you were over the whole forbidden relationship thing,” Spike commented.

 

“I am. It’s just…” Angel tried to work out how to say it. “Somehow if we have sex it makes it seem worse.”

 

“Does it feel wrong to you?” Spike asked.

 

“No.” Angel admitted. “It feels so right. How can something that feels so right be wrong?”

 

“It isn’t,” Spike said bluntly. “If it makes you feel better, technically when we met you weren’t my teacher.”

 

“That does actually make it seem a little better,” Angel said. “But still…”

 

“Still what?” Spike asked with an underlying tone of passion in his voice. “It’s not wrong to you, its not wrong to me.” He stopped and kissed him hard on the mouth. “How is this wrong?”

 

“Still other people-” Angel said before being cut off by Spike.

 

“Who gives a shit what other people think? They also think being gay is wrong, but we both know it’s not.”

 

Angel paused to think about it. Spike was right; it didn’t feel wrong and who were they to care about what other people thought. Angel was still hesitant though.

 

“Think about it, Angel, neither of us are the kind to conform to whatever other people think is right. We’re supposed to decide for ourselves what is right and this is so right.”

 

“Okay, you’ve won me over,” Angel said, smiling. “This way,” he said, taking Spike’s hand and directing him toward his room, which wasn’t in that much of a better state than the rest of the house. Spike picked up a pair of boxers and stifled a giggle. “Yeh, you definitely aren’t the clean freak I thought you were.”

 

“I am,” Angel protested.

 

“Uhuh, now get over here and get naked.” Spike demanded, flopping down on Angel’s bed. “Ow, what’s this?” he asked pulling something out from underneath him. “A nail file?” Spike asked holding up the object that had been jamming into his back. “You own a nail file?”

 

Angel blushed. “That’s Cordy’s, must have gotten mixed up in my stuff…”

 

“Cordy?” Spike questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

 

“I’m gay,” Angel reminded him unnecessarily. “She’s my best friend in LA.”

 

Spike stretched a leg out to where Angel was standing and wrapped it around his body. “Well that kinda works out well for me then, doesn’t it.”

 

Angel leaned over him and pressed him down against the mattress, lying on top of him as they were kissing. “God I want you,” Angel said to him as he lifted up Spike’s shirt over his head, kissing each inch of flesh that had become exposed. Spike let out a soft moan and Angel looked up at him, their eyes meeting as Angel sought silent permission to go further. Spike looked at him as if he was crazy for stopping and Angel started unbuckling Spike’s belt. He got it undone without any major problems and slid Spike’s pants down. He was gratified to see that Spike wasn’t wearing any underwear. He bent his head down and started scraping his tongue along the sides of Spike’s cock. Spike wriggled underneath him, hard and throbbing.

 

“Angel, inside me. Please,” Spike gasped, realising that he was so horny he wasn’t going to last a hell of a lot longer.

 

Angel was slightly taken aback but wasn’t about to complain. Spike realised that Angel was still fully clothed and he flipped him on his back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling off his pants. “C’mon pet, I want you inside me. I want to feel you in me.”

 

Angel didn’t need a third invitation. He hadn’t even needed a second, for that matter. “I don’t have anything,” he said, realising that he didn’t have any lube.

 

“Improvise,” Spike demanded.

 

“I’ll be right back,” Angel said, getting up, and wandered into the kitchen, a bit too slowly for Spike’s taste. He came back with a carton of custard.

 

Spike was about to question the custard but he realised that he didn’t care. At that point, anything would do.

 

Angel dipped a finger into the custard part and pressed the cold custard against Spike’s cheeks. The cold made Spike arch against Angel and let out a soft groan. Angel slid the finger into Spike’s warm, tight passage and Spike threw his head back, hissing as he felt a mixture of both pleasure and pain. He wanted this so bad, to be completely filled with Angel. He wanted so much of him. 

 

“More,” he gasped, wanting Angel entirely inside him.

 

Angel coated another finger and slowly pushed it inside while he planted soft, sloppy kisses on Spike’s back. Spike leaned into Angel’s fingers, getting used to the feel of them inside him and began moving against them, Angel took this as a cue and began wriggling them around gently before taking them out.

 

Spike moaned when he took them out and leaned his ass back, searching for them. Angel coated himself with the trifle and positioned his cock at Spike’s entrance. Spike impaled himself on it. Spike could feel his entrance tearing slightly, but pushed back more anyway. Angel’s cock became immersed in Spike and he pushed it in slightly further, finding Spike’s sweet spot. Angel relished the look on Spike’s face as his cock hit it with every thrust. Angel snaked a hand around Spike’s waist and wrapped a hand around Spike’s member, stroking it, building up a rhythm. Spike cried out and Angel knew that they were both really close.

 

“Angel,” Spike groaned.

 

“I’m gonna-” Angel said, cut off by the sound of his own moans.

 

Neither of them managed to get another word out before they came together, neither really worrying about where they had spilt their cum.

 

Angel continued thrusting into Spike as they rode out their orgasms and eventually Angel withdrew from Spike and Spike turned around, pressing his sweaty naked body against Angel’s. Angel wrapped an arm around him. Nope, this definitely didn’t feel wrong.

 

 

 

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