The Itch

 

Author: Taltos ([email protected])

Pairing: A/S

Summary:  Just a peek into the lives of Angel and Spike

Rating: NC-17 for language, graphic m/m sex

Spoilers:  None really

Disclaimer:  Not mine.  All hail Joss & Co. I gain no monetary profit.

 

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Ever had one of those itches in the middle of your back that no matter what contortionist moves you make you can't reach it?  I've been laying here for ten minutes stretching my arms around and over and back and no matter what I do I can't reach the bloody thing.  I'm not getting out of this bed.  I've spent the better part of the night and early morning getting shagged brainless my by nancy-boy sire and I'll be damned if I'm leaving the warm comfort of his side. 

 

The way I figure it, if I move a few more times he'll wake up and then he can scratch it for me.  So I keep shaking the bed with my movements and sure enough...

 

"Spike, what the hell are you doing?"

 

"My back itches and I can't reach it."  

 

Yeah I know I sound like a whiny little brat, but it works don't it.

 

I feel him sigh before I hear it.  He shifts so he's on his side facing me.  By all that's unholy he's beautiful when he first wakes up.  His normally perfect hair sticks out in all directions and his eyes have this lazy sleepy quality and he blinks real slow like.  He's the sexiest piece of flesh I've ever seen and I want to fuck him until neither one of us can walk.

 

I turn over onto my stomach and wait for those meaty paws to touch my back.  I turn my head to look at him and he's staring at my body with a look that screams hot wet sticky sex.  His eyes land on my shoulder blades and follow the bumps in my spine down to my rear.  His tongue comes out to wet his lower lip and I can't stop the moan that rumbles through my chest. 

 

"Angel."

 

I say his name in that soft breathy way I know he can't resist.  I have to have his hands on me.

 

His left hand settles in the middle of my back and slides up to my shoulders.  His short blunt nails rake across my skin raising goose bumps.  God, I love the way those cool hands feel.  I close my eyes and let deep arousal wash over me.  Every place his fingers brush starts a wild fire in my nerve endings.  I feel him lean over.

 

His tongue slips out to trace my shoulder blade and I gasp as liquid fire settles between my legs.

 

"How am I doing, Will, have I scratched the itch?" 

 

I want to answer him, really I do, but I can't seem to form words as his cool rough tongue laves across my back and down my spine.  I feel his mouth open and then blunt teeth scraping my ass.  I can hear myself whimper and I don't care that I sound like a pansy.  I don't care that in less than ten seconds I'm going to be begging him.

 

I open my mouth to do just that when I feel his tongue sweeping between the cheeks of my ass.  Sweet fucking Jesus.  I push back against his tongue, seeking, desperately needing that soft piece of flesh inside me. I shift my ass into the air begging with my body.   His tongue keeps moving down the sensitive skin between my balls and my ass and then he pulls my sac into his mouth and sucks. 

 

I feel his hands on my hips shifting me to my knees.  He pulls away from me and then he slides face up underneath me and positions himself directly under my cock.   I lower my head to watch him. Holy fuck, the picture he makes alone is enough to make me come.  Grabbing a pillow he raises his head so he's only inches from the head of my cock and then his tongue snakes out to lick the weeping tip. 

 

"Fuck my mouth, Will."

 

Christ on a bloody cross does he know what that does to me.  His voice is a cross between a growl and warm chocolate syrup.  I widen my legs letting my cock sink into his mouth.  As soon as I'm buried hilt deep he pulls in his cheeks and sucks hard while his tongue slowly circles from base to tip. 

 

His hands cup my ass, his fingers sliding between them to find that tight pink ring of muscles.  He's guiding my hips, pumping me in and out of his mouth while his thumb massages my hole.  I try to tell him with body language that I want him to slip his fingers inside me but he isn't getting the hint.  Suddenly he lets me slip from his mouth and rises from the bed.

 

I'm dumbfounded.  Where the hell does he think he's going?  He's back in a flash with a small silver vibrator.  Resuming his position under me he flicks the switch on the bottom and it comes to life.  After a few quick sucks on the vibrator to lubricate it, he grins up at me and then lets his tongue slip out to capture my cock and lead it back to his mouth.

 

"Where the bloody hell did you g— Oh, God.”

 

He slips that shiny little machine into my ass in the same moment he sucks my dick all the way down the back of his throat.  I can feel the vibrations travel every inch of my body and fuck me on a pogo stick I've never felt anything so amazing in my entire existence.  In and out, my hips match the rhythm his hand sets with the vibrator.  He's holding back, not pushing it all the way in and I want it.  He wants me to beg for it.  Well, fuck it, why not.

 

"Shove it all they way in, fuck me with it.  Angel, Christ, please, fuckmefuckmefuckme."

 

My hips pump faster, in then out, driving the metal deeper into my ass each time.  Finally he pushes it in until just the round black base is sticking out, grabs my hips and flips us.  I land with a hard thump on the vibrator shoving it against my prostrate.  His head bobs up and down furiously as I shift my hips back and forth on the bed pressing the steel deeper.

 

His mouth never loses a beat, sucking, slurping, licking, and nipping.  It's all too much. 

 

I scream his name as I come.   I feel his throat working to swallow as I shoot into his mouth.  God, but my sire's got a mouth on him.  He doesn't release me until I'm soft again.  He pulls the vibrator out of my ass and flicks it off before throwing it across the room.  He slides his body up next to mine and pulls me into his arms.  As he strokes my back I can feel him chuckle.

 

"Feeling better, Will?"

 

 All I can do is murmur his name as I feel sleep claim me.  My last thought is of Angel and how no one has ever been able to scratch the itch the way he can.

Chapter Two - Reciprocal

 

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