The Itch - Forgiving
He's
pissed at me. Well what the hell did he
expect? Wanker. Like I'd just let him order me around like
the good old days. For fuck's sake I'm
a bloody Master in my own right, I don't have to take orders from him, Sire or
no. I was bloody sleeping. And he expects me to wake up and trudge
through the sewers on a wild goose chase after a demon he's not even sure is
really there. Not bloody likely.
But
here I am anyway, trudging through the sewer to take him his damn Thek'thla
heart. Needs it for some spell or
another. Bleedin' thing stinks to high
heaven. I don't think I'll ever get the
stench out of these clothes. Going up
the back stairs I shove the heart into a plastic baggie and head toward the
shower. Can't go apologizing smelling
worse than a week old corpse.
After
the shower I change into a clean pair of jeans, forgoing shirt and boots, and head
down the stairs to his office, bagged heart in tow.
Setting
the heart on his desk I wait for him to look at me. His eyes meet mine and before he can speak I
say the two words I doubt he ever expected to hear from me.
"I'm
sorry."
His
eyes go as wide as saucers and his mouth opens and closes several times before
he finally just stops trying to talk and looks at me with that look. I'm sure you know the one. It's the same one that says 'I love you, I
adore you, I worship the ground you walk on.'
Okay maybe not all that but it's the look. It's kind of like the all-clear signal after
a tornado. All is forgiven. I turn to walk away and before I'm out the
door he's behind me pulling me close to his body in a tight embrace. His lips ghost along my ear as he speaks.
"Thank
you, Will."
And
that's it for me. My name, in that tone
of voice, and I'm melting back into him purring.
Christ
I love the way he feels around me. All
hard muscle and tight skin. His hands
run along my chest and stomach in wide sweeping caresses that make my knees
weak. His tongue runs down the right
side of my neck to my shoulder before sweeping across my shoulder blades to the
other side.
"Mmm,
I love the taste of you just out of the shower.
You're so pure then, the complete taste of William from long ago."
His
voice is just a whisper in my ear sending a shudder through my body. He knows how much I love to hear him talk to
me when he takes me. I love to hear how
I make him feel.
"I
need to be inside you. Close the door, I
can't wait long enough to make it upstairs."
Blindly
my fingers reach for the door and swing it shut. No sooner than it lands against the jam he's
got me pinned against it. His hands
slide down my stomach to the buttons on my jeans. With a few flicks of his wrist my pants are
sliding down my legs. Guiding me out of
them he pushes them across the room.
I
feel his lips at the nape of my neck trailing biting kisses along my
spine.
"God,
Will, in a million eternities I could never get enough of you."
I
moan his name. It's the only slightly
coherent thought I can manage as his lips, tongue, teeth and hands ghost across
my body. I feel him leave me and I turn
to look over my shoulder as he rummages around in his desk drawer. Coming out with a tube of lube I raise an
eyebrow at him and he just shrugs. Kinky
bastard, what the hell is he doing with lube in his desk drawer? I don't have time to think about the answer
as his hands suddenly return to my body.
I
feel his body press against mine. When the
hell did he get naked? Who the hell
cares as long as he doesn't stop touching me.
I feel his slick fingers circle the tight ring of muscles between my
cheeks. He slips one finger in
slowly. I moan my appreciation.
"Yes,
Angel."
"You
like that, Will. God, you're so
tight. Always so fucking tight."
I
feel the wet glide of two more fingers entering me, attacking my prostrate with
practiced ease and I let my forehead fall against the door. All I can do is moan and thrust back against
his hand, wanting, needing more. I hear
his other hand rasp against his own flesh as he spreads lube along his
cock.
His
fingers leave my body and he shifts my legs farther apart stepping between
them. Bending his knees slightly he
pushes into my body in one deep thrust.
We moan in unison as he seats himself fully inside me.
"You
know, I've been thinking about this all day, Will. Being buried inside your body. Feeling your muscles clench around me. Been hard all day imaging just exactly
this."
He's
started gasping in little pants as he holds himself still inside me, fighting
the need to slam into me. I try to
thrust back against him but he holds me in an iron grip.
"Angel,
please."
I
try to rotate my hips and he just holds me tighter.
"Stay
still."
Taking
my hands in his, he raises them above our heads and places them flat against
the door twining our fingers together.
With measured strokes he pulls almost completely out of me then slides
slowly back in. Setting up a leisurely
pace his lips trail across my shoulders in wet kisses as he keeps up a
continuous string of words that push me farther and farther into the depths of
arousal.
"So
good, Will. All those years alone, when
I finally started touching myself again, this is what I'd think about. I'd remember the feel of you around me. The way your body would arch and writhe under
mine. The way you'd scream my name when
you came. The way you tasted, the way
you smelled."
How
the hell can he talk? But I love
it. I love the fact that it was me and not
Darla or Dru he thought about. It was me
he got off thinking about and it drives my need higher.
"God,
Angel, please. More, please."
His
body shifts and he starts a driving rhythm that sends me up onto my toes with
each thrust.
"This
what you want, Will? Tell me, tell me
what you want, what you need."
"Harder. Fuck, Angel, don't stop. Please, please, don't stop."
I'm
almost incoherent with the white-hot pleasure coursing through me. I can feel every inch of his cock riding me
and it's the most amazing feeling I've ever known. His right hand leaves mine and trails down my
body to take my cock in his hand. With a
tight grip and a fast rhythm he jerks me off.
"Come
for me, William."
The
hiss of his voice in my ear sends me over the edge. I feel long ribbons of semen leaving my body
and painting the door. My muscles clench
around him in a vice like grip sending him spiraling after me. I feel the wetness of him coating the inside
of my ass as he throws his head back and howls my name.
After
several minutes of harsh panting our breathing comes to a stop. I feel him slip out of me and I want to moan
at the loss. He helps me clean up and
then helps me back into my pants.
Dropping
in the chair in front of his desk he pulls me across his lap.
"I...uh...misread
the translation and it's not the heart I need, it's the brain."
He
ducks his head and nuzzles my neck.
Heaving a sigh, I'm really glad I didn't throw away the clothes I wore
earlier. Looks like I'm going to need
them.