Dedicated to Ness. Because she loves to see Spike top, so much.
Title: Amour
Author: Inca
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Rating R - m/m sex
Puppy Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers - I never know the answer to this one...
Summary: Puppy Angel...okay thats not the summary but I get excited whenever I think about Puppy. **Written when I was 16, as you can tell, I adulated Chriss Moody and Shara Nesu very much. Go read theirs for a much better more original story :)**
Spike was in the best of moods as he headed to his apartment, oblivious to the faint, failing rays of sunlight that survived as day slowly turned to night. This was the time he most looked forward to, after the lull of sleep, but before he played nice with the Slayer.
He opened the door of the cracked apartment building he lived in, happy in the knowledge that Buffy and Co had no idea of this fragment of his life. He shook his head as he imagined the Slayer thinking herself important as she visited him at his �home�, The crypt. Stupid, that one. He strutted down the corridor, smiling as he knew exactly why he was in such a humour. He slowed as he envisioned his Puppy, wanting, waiting, pining, all through the day for him.
For some reason, Buffy thought Spike lived quite a solitary life. Not quite. Unknown to the daft bitch, Spike kept a pretty little secret locked up in this apartment building. Not unwillingly locked of course. His Puppy was what he un-lived for.
He walked through the door of his apartment, slipping his duster off as he did so. He closed the door behind him, slinging his coat over the table in the narrow hallway. The lighting was dim, muted, and it made the old, heavy curtains soft and the timber floors shine.
�Master?� He heard an uncertain, deep voice call to him.
�Yes, Pet, It�s just me. Get me a drink, would you?�
�Yes, Master.�
Spike made his way into the large living room, and slumped into one of the easy chairs set there. Dim light was coming from the scattered table lamps around the room. He surveyed the room as he listened to the clinking of glass, and pouring liquid as his Puppy made his drink in the kitchen.
He scratched at his pale jaw, as he grew steadily impatient.
�Pet! Hurry up.�
Years before, Anya had tried to reclaim her demon life, causing what the twits called �VampWillow� to cross over into this dimension. Anya had told him all this in a drunken stupor, and the idea of a Dom Willow in leather had intrigued Spike beyond beguilement. He had used contacts from all over to try and reach this, amusing dimension, ending with some weirdo law firm in L.A. who he had paid quite considerably to cast a spell to call forth Leather Fetish Willow.
He heard firm footsteps coming to the door to the living room.
The spell had failed, as they so often do, but Spike ended up with something so much better.
His Pet, his Puppy, as he was used to being called, crept round the door, drink in hand.
Dressed only in a pair of loose fitting grey drawstring sweats, his broad chest bare, his possession was a portrayal of masculine beauty. Spike exhaled.
�Come here Pet.�
Angel moved forward, his dark eyes quickly scanning Spikes face for any annoyance or anger, and, seeing none, delivered the drink and dropped down to sit on the floor by the side of the chair.
As Spike drank, he languidly toyed with the soft hair of his un-gelled Puppy. He liked the softness, his Pet wasn�t allowed to use hair gel. Angel shifted beneath him and Spike breathed in, smelling, as he expected to, the scent of Puppy�s arousal. He grinned while inhaling the evidence of his effect on this version of Angel.
�You missed me like that?�
Angel whined in response and Spike dropped the now empty glass onto the coffee table on the other side of his chair.
�Master, would you like another drink?� His Puppy gazed up at him, adoration in his chocolate brown eyes. He waited for his Masters reply, or orders, or affection, or whatever he chose to bestow on him.
Spike closed his eyes as he drank in the attention.
This worlds Angel, or Angelus for that matter, had never seen Spike as an importance in their lives. No
matter what he did, or who he killed, his Sire would never return the love that Spike so covetously exuded. This worlds Angel was deaf to Spikes wordless pleas for affection, in any incarnation.
A strong hand playing gently across the crotch of his pants pulled him out of his contemplation. He looked down to see intense eyes fixed on his growing arousal. Spike fisted Angels hair, causing the vampire to tense and tear his occupied hand away. Brown, alarmed eyes flicked towards his, the low lighting making them seem impossibly deep. Spike lost himself in the gaze, watching the fiery emotions run rampant through his Pet�s eyes, confusion, recognition, and finally pliant lust. Seeing the desire in Angel�s eyes made Spike swallow as he tugged on the hair to pull Puppy around to straddle his lap, he knees caught between Spikes thighs and the arms of the plush chair.
�Naughty Pet.�
He wrenched Angel�s head forward and ground his lips to his Puppy�s. His hand slipped down to undo the string on Angels pants and slipped inside. He wound his hand around the swollen thickness he found, slowly drawing back the skin, as his Pet whimpered into his mouth. He started to pump slowly as he dominated his Pet�s mouth. His tongue flicked against flushed lips, seeking the waiting cool cavern, tracing and memorising the swells and dips of Angel�s mouth. He pulled his lips and hand away and rested his head on the back of the easy chair, staring in wonder at the beautiful sight above him. Angel. Pink lips flushed, wet from the finished kiss, his tongue flicking out to taste the traces Spike left, as his sculpted body writhed and thrashed on top of him, confined by the pressure of Spikes legs, head rolling with fervour as he ground his covered erection into his Masters. The dim light of the apartment played off the shallows and muscles of Angel�s body as his squirming caused a slight sheen of sweat to cover his pale chest.
Angel had been his Pet, his Puppy, his Slave and plaything for a while now, but his perfection when he was lost in this, this passion, never failed to bewilder the younger vampire.
�You�re gorgeous.�
Angel stilled, as he opened his eyes and looked down at him. He didn�t break eye contact as he leant forward and flicked his tongue across Spikes lips, deep brown to dark blue. He swept one big hand underneath Spikes black shirt and flicked his nipples into hardened nubs as he continually ground his passion against his Masters.
�You�re mine.� Spike growled out as he reached around to grab Angel�s hair again, pulling his head back. Angel�s fingers continued to work softly at Spikes chest as he lent forward and licked the length of his Pet�s throat, paying attention to the raised jugular.
�Master��
Spike licked his way up to his Pets jaw and chin, feeling the mewls of pleasure vibrate under his tongue.
�Yes Puppy?�
Angel groped at the blondes chest as he leaned further forward, determined to feel as much of his Master�s body against his as he could. He nuzzled the patch of skin over Spikes collarbone, as the blonde raked black nails down his back, and moved the talented lips over his own once more.
He whined into the devouring mouth, trying to move his knees forward to gain more friction against his cock. Spike tore away and smirked as he brutally pressed his knees further apart, hurting Angel with the pressure as he pinned his calves completely against the arms of the chair.
�Bad Puppy.� He leered up at the handsome visage as he slowly increased the pressure. Angel titled his head as he moaned, his eyes all but closed. His gaze moved down past the bared neck, noting the display of utter submission with a small smile, past the chest heaving with unneeded breath at his ministrations and the slight pain that was probably starting in his Pet�s long thighs, to rest on the tented sweats.
�What do you want baby?� Spike purred into his ear, �Tell your owner what it is you need.�
Spike studied the high cheekbones of the vampire, biting his lower lip as he spied the thin sliver of brown that could be seen under the almost closed eyelids. Angels closed his eyes completely as he answered.
�You, Master��
�What? Tell me.�
Angel squirmed again, trying for friction against Spike�s jeans covered thigh. Finding it, he ground down. Spike growled and slammed his thighs outwards, crushing Angel�s legs with a satisfying howl.
�You, Master, Touch�Please��
Spike ran his hand possessively down the bare chest before him. Angel�s eyes were clenched shut, but his face remained hauntingly beautiful. He felt Angel�s thighs shivering so he relaxed his legs a fraction before replying.
�Touch what? Come on sweets, say it.�
�Touch� me, my cock, please��
Spike grinned maliciously.
�No.� He put both hands flat on Angel�s chest and shoved, pushing Angel to the hard wood floor beneath him with a fleshy smack. Angels eyes were on him, large and wounded, and cow black in the lighting. Spike could smell fear. He grinned.
He knelt down between the outstretched legs and softly played his fingers down Angel�s thighs, rubbing the now tense muscles, as he smelt the fear melting away. He played with the waist of the slacks, pulling, rubbing the newly exposed skin on Angels hips as he lent down to lay light kisses on the exhibited torso. He slipped his hands inside the sweats, carefully avoiding the erect flesh and moved his long elegant fingers back to cup the prostrate vampires buttocks. His kisses moved down around Angel�s belly, watching as the older vampires eyelashes fluttered closed with the sensations.
Abruptly, he pulled his hands away and grabbed the ends of the sweats, standing as he pulled them off, the momentum lifting Angels legs and butt off the ground before slamming down again as he legs came free.
He pulled off his T-shirt, and bent down, pausing a moment to take in the new but familiar sight of angular hip bones, dark curls and prominent erection that had not, Spike noted, abandoned his Puppy not matter what his master did. He slapped at his thighs, watching them turn red, and then moved his hands to harshly flick at Angels nipples. He looked up to see the perfection of his dominated Angel.
His Pets eyes were clenched closed again, his arms tense by his side, hands in fists by his hips, as the large frame almost imperceptibly shook. Spike knew this, the shaking, it wasn�t new. His Pet was undoubtedly reliving his past in the �Leather Dimension� he had come from, the faded white scars, and small patches of marred skin were testimony to the fact it was not a happy past.
It took a lot to scar a vampire.
Spike sighed and bent down to study the strained face of his beloved. His white hands splayed on the floor near Angel�s shoulders as he whispered into the perfect shell of Angel�s ear.
�Pet? Its just me.� He licked along the lobe of Angel�s ear. �You know me.� He started a low purr. Angel� eyes unclenched slightly. He felt large hands ghost against his wrists.
�That�s right.� He rubbed one hand across his Pets chest. �I�d never hurt you�like this� he stated, running his finger down a light scar traversing Angel�s ribs.
�Who did this? Who did this to my Puppy?� The grip was tighter around his wrists now, the frown less. Spike could feel the sorrow that clung so tenaciously to Angel, like everything clings to Angel, unfurling its claws.
�Who did this one? Tell me.� he asked again, laying a soft lick across the whitish line, drawing Angel out of himself, bringing his light out of the dark surrounding him.
�Xander�� whispered Angel, arching his body up into Spikes.
�I promise you sweets, he�ll never do it again. I won�t let him.� Spike twisted his hands so they were now around his Pets wrist, tight.
�Pet? Whose are you?�
Angel opened his eyes at the question, deep mahogany gazing up at Spike, lust, love, and hope glazing them slightly.
�Yours Master, only yours.�
Spike captured the sweet mouth in a kiss, his tongue sweeping in the duel lightly with Angels compliant one. He broke the kiss, looking down the pliant magnificence prone beneath him.
�Say it Pet, my Puppy. Tell me, I love to hear you say it.�
Angel blinked a few times before captivating Spikes attention with a sweep of his pink tongue around his lips.
�I belong to you Master, always.�
Spike sighed in a satisfaction verging on bliss as he stood and pulled a cushion off the long sofa in the room. He tossed it on the ground next to his Angel.
�Roll over.�
Angel rolled on top of the cushion and allowed Spike to bend his legs so he was kneeling on it. He felt Spike�s long fingers prodding, opening him up and he groaned softly. A quick scissoring of the fingers and Angel bucked as his prostate was flicked. Spike smiled and purposely rubbed along the tiny bump, barely pressing, chuckling as he received the same reaction as before. He removed his fingers as Angel whined, moving his body back to receive more contact.
�Shh, Pet, no moving now.� Spike whispered in his ear, as he wrapped one hand around his own solid erection, the other lightly clenched around Angels hip.
Angel complied and held his body still while he waited for Spike�s next move. That move came quickly and painfully. With one sharp movement, Spike surged forward and buried his root deep within Angel�s flexing body. Angel moaned and clenched his eyes shut as he tried to remain as still as his master had asked, afraid that the pleasure-pain of it all would be taken away as punishment.
Spike grunted as Angel�s ring of muscles clenched painfully tight around him, his hands on Angels hips, as the body below accepted him inch by inch. He rewarded Angel by twisting his hips to left, watching Angel�s back ripple with the sensation. The scars lost in the bright blackness of the moment. Angel�s whole body jerked as the ribbons of pleasure wound through his system.
Spike jerked to the other side, and rotated his hips, the rubbing feeling driving Angel to the edge of insanity. He rocked back onto the cock, feeling it stretch and reward, with small thrusts within him.
Spike stilled and watched as his Puppy twitched with anticipation. The next move never came and he saw Angels strained face peer back over his shoulder.
Receiving no chastisement for that action, he almost imperceptibly rocked further back onto Spike, wanting to connect with him in this way. Spike smiled at the obvious need in his Pet�s response. Angel waited and then more forcibly ground himself back onto Spike again. Spike laughed out loud, seeing Angel flinch at the sudden noise.
Abruptly, Spike slammed his hips forward, his length colliding directly into Angel�s prostate. His Pet howled with pleasure, relieved that his Masters games are over, glad to be making his Master happy as he pounded, his eyes rolling back as he felt the tight channel squeezing him firmly.
The symphony of flesh smacking and the grunts from below were making Spike breath, little pants of lust as he felt his body crackle with electricity, his balls tightening, signalling his oncoming zenith.
Never losing his rhythm Spike lent down across Puppy�s bare back, his hands leaving the jutting hip bones to slide down the strong arms and encircle his wrists with a delicateness that belied his harsh pounding.
�You belong to me,� Spike panted into Angel�s ear, giving the back of his neck a sharp bite, a soft lick.
�Yes, Master, I belong to you,� Angel replied, knowing the answer, clenching himself around the length inside as he felt Spike grip his wrists tightly, the nails digging into his skin.
Spike�s rhythm became erratic as his body tingled, and he released himself into the pliant, grasping body below him. He fell onto Angel�s back, noting the strain of his Pets muscles as he struggled to hold them both. He ran his fingers up and down Angel�s arms, as he began a slow, languid pumping again.
Angel was sure that he would burst from the pent up delight as he undulated beneath the lean body, his pleasure evident in his swollen, dripping length.
As if reading his Pet�s mind, Spike�s fingers slid down his slightly rounded stomach to his erect root. The strong elegant fingers of his Master encircled him and began to stroke, tenderly, as the slow thrusts continue. He felt his master resting his head onto his back, purring softly as he continues to stroke. Angel moans as Spike wipes away his pre-cum and rubs it back into his silken skin. The liquid makes Spike�s strokes firmer, slicker and Angel howled his orgasm onto Spike�s hand and collapsed.
Spike rolled his spent slave over onto his back, and lay down on top of him, resting his head on the broad chest. He felt a tired hand lovingly stroke through his hair.
�Sleep, Pet.�
They did.