The Itch - Reassurance
"What
the bloody hell were you thinking?"
"I..."
"You
do realize that was the same demon that almost killed you one hundred and
twenty eight years ago, right?"
"Yes,
but..."
"Why
didn't you wait for me to get back?"
"You
needed..."
"What
I need is you, in one piece, not a bunch of bloody bits that are left
over."
My
voice breaks on the last word and my knees go weak so that I have to stop
pacing and grab onto the back of the couch.
I almost lost him yesterday. He's
spent the last twenty-four hours in a healing sleep. When he finally managed to drag his ass back
here yesterday I was almost ready to go see the Powers myself. He'd been gone
for twelve hours and no one knew where.
The last time I felt fear like that was the first time he left over one
hundred years ago. I feel him step up
behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.
"I'm
sorry, Will. I..."
Before
he can finish his sentence I spin around and take his lips in a bruising
kiss. I need him. Now.
Hard and fast to reassure me that he's still here. My hands tear his clothes off with record
speed before starting on mine. His eyes
turn dark with a predatory gleam and his hands join mine. In less than a minute his lips are back on
mine biting, licking, sucking.
He
spins me around so I'm bent over the couch. I hear him growl as my ass is
exposed to him.
"Open
yourself."
Desire
rips through me at his words. My hands come
up and I spread myself for him. The
shock of his wet tongue thrusting roughly inside me has me up on my toes
shoving back against him. I feel him
pull back and stand. The sound of his
flesh tearing and the scent of his blood makes me moan.
His
blood-slicked fingers spend only seconds preparing me before I feel the hard
thrust of his cock. His hands grip my
hips in a bruising hold as he sets a hard punishing rhythm.
"Harder."
His
hips slam against my prostrate with every thrust pushing me closer to the
edge. I hear him growl behind me, just
the tiniest bit of Angelus beginning to surface. Bloody hell I want that, I want him to fuck
me into oblivion.
"C'mon,
Angelus, fuck me. Harder. Fuck, yes, harder."
"This
what you want boy."
His
hands tighten around my hips pushing and pulling me back into him in sharp
brutal thrusts.
"Yes,
God yes. More, don't stop, don't fucking
stop."
"That's
it, Will, tell me how good it is."
I
open my mouth to speak but all that comes out is a deep moan.
"Tell
me boy or I stop."
"L-love...love
the feel of you inside me, fucking me.
Yes, Angel...oh God, there, right fucking there. Fuck, Angel I'm gonna come."
I
feel him stop and I want to scream at him.
"I
don't think so, not quite yet."
He
slips out of me and I die just a little at the loss of him. I turn to see him lie back on the floor. The small glint of evil I see in eyes before
he speaks tells me what's in store for me.
"Ride
me. Make it good and I'll let you
come."
I
sink to my knees above him lowering myself slowly onto his cock. I hiss at the feel of him stretching me. God he feels so fucking good filling me. I rock forward trying to take the pressure
off my prostrate but he grabs my hips and slams himself into me with hard deep
thrusts. His eyes rake across my body settling on my cock,
watching it bounce up and down on his stomach.
When
he opens his mouth to speak I grit my teeth.
I don't know if I can take hearing him talk to me. His voice is a low growl that sends bolts of
desire slamming through me.
"Mmm,
you've got a beautiful cock, Will. So
hard, so wet. The way you fill me, the
way you taste when you come."
He
takes me in a loose grip, tracing the veins from base to tip. I throw my head back with a harsh moan as his
fingers glide up and down my cock.
"Yeah,
you like that don't you boy. You like my
hands on you, my cock in that tight ass of yours."
Suddenly
I'm on my back and his hands are holding my legs apart as he pounds into
me. I feel us scooting across the floor
with the force of his thrusts. It's all
I can do to hold on as the feel of him sliding in and out of me slowly drives
me insane.
"Touch
yourself."
I
watch his eyes glaze further as his gaze becomes transfixed by the sight of my
cock pumping in and out of my fist. I
can't stop, I feel my orgasm building and my balls tighten. With panting breaths I beg him.
"Please,
Sire."
I
hear him roar with pleasure as the last word leaves my mouth.
"Yes,
now, now."
I
bare my neck to him and let the hot fire of my orgasm rush through me. His fangs sink into my neck in the same
instant I feel his orgasm take over his body.
Pulling his fangs from my neck and lapping at the slowing flow of blood,
I feel a deep shudder run through his body just before he collapses on top of
me.
"God,
Will, so good."
"You
just remember that the next time you go and pull a bloody stupid stunt like
that."
"Mmmmhmmm."
I
feel the tension leave his body as sleep quickly claims him. Rolling him over gently I pick him up and
carry him to bed for the second time in as many days. Laying him on the bed I crawl in next to him
and curl around him. I let my hands
ghost across his body once again assuring myself that he's still here before
pulling the comforter over us and drifting into sleep.