AUTHORS: Salustra and Myst.
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Myst
GreenEyedDevilMyst@hotmail.com .
TITLE: After Hours 
RATING: R
PAIRING: Angel/Spike 
SUMMARY: A dialogue fic- Spike bugs Angel after hours. 
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance . Anyplace else is fine, just
let us know where it is going. 
SPOILERS: Season 5 Ats: Nothing specific
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to ME. We’re just having a little fun. 
FEEDBACK: Yes please. 


*The quiet whispers of turning pages and the scratch a pen making notes.
The occasional groan and creak of leather as he changes positions.* 
*door opens, closes* 
"Peaches, it's bloody midnight! What the fuck are you doin' still
working? Don't you have minions or something in this place, to do that
for you?" 
*Sighs heavily.* 
"Great" 
*whispered* 
"What's it to you Spike?" 
*shifting leather of a shifting office chair.*
"Nothin' but..."
" 'M lonely. And bored." 
*desk creaks with added weight* 
"Take a car, take some cash, have fun. And get off my desk" 
*soft flutter of tossed bills and the clink of keys on the desk top.*
"Just get out of here. I have a ton of work to do before tomorrows
meetings."
"Don't wanna."
*pause*
*wheels turning in very blonde little head* 
"You look like yer could use a little break. Relieve some stress. let me
'elp." 
*another very heavy sigh* 
"Spike there are over 300 hundred employees in this building, a third of
who keep demon hours, you can't find one of them to annoy?" 
*pause* 
"And I'm not stressed." 
*thud of boots hitting floor* 
" 'ere. Lemme give yer a neck rub. You always used to like them. Praised 
m'clever little fingers. Right...'ere. Oh, neck is so tight." 
*chair creaking* 
"Spike. I do not want a neck rub. Oh ah, um to the left." 
"Um, Spike." 
*thud of office chair being suddenly righted.* 
"No, I don't want a neck rub." *beat* "Thank you."
*pause*
"Just go read or something. Or..I know play that infernal game you
insisted I buy for you. What was it? Crash Berdinoot, Bandisnoot?" 
"Bandicoot." 
*sighs* 
"You're forcing m'hand 'ere, Peaches. Gotta go for broke now." 
*Sound of knees hitting floor. Snap. Zipper lowering. Purring.*
"Yelps.*
"SPIKE!" 
*Sounds of batting hands and attempted rezips. 
"OW!"
"Well if yer weren't fightin me, yer wouldn't 'ave caught yer finger now
would ya?"
*little snicker*
"Spike no, just..no" 
*Exasperated groan*
.
*whines* 
"But Annnngelllll.... you know you like it. Remember all the wicked
little things my tongue can do?" 
"Wicked, mmm".
. "Umm, wicked? No evil. A very bad thing." 
*Chair creaks again*
* the sounds of footfalls toward the door.*
"No we won't be doing the evil trip down Angelus..I mean memory lane.
Thank you Spike, and good nite." 
"Not going. Can't make me." 
*desk shifts with added weight, again*
*Muttered curses to any god listening are barely audible.* 
"Spike. Why me? Why do you enjoy being a royal Spike shaped pain in my
ass?" 
*put upon sigh*
 
" 'cause I want you, *poof.*" 
*sigh* 
" I would have thought the blow-job offer made that pretty clear, mate.
Why the bloody 'ell do you think I've stuck around this dreadful sewer
you call a city?" 
* Audible blinking.*
*blink* *blink*
. *Very noisey thoughtful pause.*
"Want me? Want to torture me? Yeah that I believe." 
*louder sigh* 
*sound of fabric sliding over skin, snap, zipper* 
"Ok, poof. Look at that. Does *that* look like wanting to torture you?" 
*Pause* 
"Well maybe just a little." 
*wicked little snicker*
"Nahh, m all hard just from the *attempt* to give you a blow job." 
*Gulp*
. *Another gulp.* 
"Hey when did you get that pierced? Uh, never mind.." 
*Another swallow.* 
"Grrr", *low growl.* 
"What are you playing at, boy?" 
 
*desk shifting* 
"Don't you want this? Can you look at this and honestly say you don't
want it?" *desperate now* 
"Unnghh." 
*heavy footfalls. The sound of one blonde vampire being picked up off the
desk and set on the floor. *
"Ohhhhhhh. Oh, fuck yesssss." 
"On your knees boy." 
"Yes, Sire." 
*scramble of said blonde getting to his knees.* 
"My boy. My William." 
*quiet ragged breath. Sound of clothes being unsnapped and slipped off.
*purring* 
"I seem to remember someone offering me a blow job. The mention of a
wicked tongue sticks out in my mind specifically." 
*soft chuckle*
"Yes, Sire!" 
*purring muffled as mouth is filled* 
"Oh gods boy..mmm. Oh yes." 
*The sound of hands running through stiff peroxide locks.*
*purring louder, moaning, slight noise of movement, over and over*
"MMmm, ohhhh, yes...Willlll..." 
*gasps and moans*
*sound of swallowing, hard.*
"WWIIIILLLLL...." 
*snarling howl rolls through the office, the sounds of material being
ripped*
*smacking and licking sounds* 
"Oh, fuck yeah....So good to do that again, Sire. Tasting you. Servicing
you. Mmmh"
*happy humming noises* 
* crinkle of hands on slicked hair.*
"Was good m' boy. You were always so good. M' childe. M' sweet William." 
*brogue slipping*. 
"Sorry about your shirt." 
*soft laugh*
.
*chuckles* 
"Got more shirts. Besides, imagine how pretty I'd be all naked in your
penthouse." 
"GRRRR" 
*sound of one very slender bleached blonde being swooped up in his sire's
arms.*
"Let's find out." 

THE END