Author: Inca
Feedback: makes me do the macarena at [email protected]
Rating NC-17/R for m/m sex
Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers: Up to 5:8 Destiny. Takes place around then.
Summary: Spike comforts a drunken angel
Authors notes: Basically all I have to say is I really like the idea of Spike and Angel having sex in Angel�s office.
Italicised font = Spikes thoughts
This party blows.
Spike watched the writhing masses on the Wolfram and Hart lobby-come-dance floor.
�Spike, why aren�t you dancing?�
He turned to see Fred, swathed in a blue summer dress, with her hair piled on top of her head.
�Not my scene, luv, you on the other hand, look smashing.�
He ran his gaze up and down her body, making her blush and duck her head.
�Oh, well, Wolfram and Hart big meet-and-greet, I thought I should try to look nice.�
�Mission accomplished� he smiled, giving her another once over.
Not really his type, she had the tall brunette thing going for her, but she was a bit on the skinny side.
�Where�s the poof, himself, eh?�
�Angel? Oh he�ll be lurking somewhere� she leant forward, cheerily confiding, �he doesn�t really like these things. Lots of people? Makes him, kinda, jumpy.�
Spike nodded, his eyes searching the crowds for a spikey hedgehog �do.
�I saw him before, he was talking to a group of workers from programming. We were discussing the best new virus firewalls and whether or not it�s smart practice accept cookies, and he was looking a bit lost.�
�So he looked like he normally does, then?�
Fred smiled her �I�m-naughty-for-laughing-at-this, please-don�t-tell-on-me� smile.
Come on, give us another naughty smile, luv
�Fred.� Wesley appeared, drink in each hand,� I�ve been looking everywhere for you�
Of course you have, you wanna shag her
�Brought me a drink, Dandy? Shouldn�t �ave.�
Wesley administered his stink-eye.
�It�s for Fred.� He confirmed icily.
Spike raised his eyebrows.
Wesley frowned at him.
�I�m surprised you�re not dancing.�
Spike frowned back.
�Not my deal.�
Wesley nodded tersely at him and turned his attention to Fred, giving her one of the drinks.
�I wanted to talk to you about the new trigger you designed for the Codex-810 model. Do you mind?�
�Now?� Fred wrinkled her face slightly, to show her displeasure at working during the party.
�Yes, I think it�s imperative we begin straight away. You could just give me the blueprints you�ve been working on and then you can get back to the party.�
�The blueprints are in my office��
�Excellent, we�ll go now.� He took her by the elbow.
Spike rolled his eyes.
Come on Dandy, you could be a little more obvious if you tried.
Wanker.
�Watch out for him luv� he nodded at Wesley, �he�s got bad intentions.�
Fred blushed and Wesley looked as if he was wishing a portal to hell would appear so he could jump in.
Good
�Well see you, gonna go find some fun�
He walked away from the two, smelling generous amounts of embarrassment from both of them.
�Spike! Dance with me?�
What is it with everyone and the froofy dancing today?
He turned to confront the voice.
�Harmony. Not now. Seen Angel?�
She put on her thinking-face, and slowly answered.
�Um, well, I did see him maybe an hour or two ago� he was going into his office. What�s up with him anyway?�
He shrugged and walked past her, heading towards Angel�s office.
**
He opened the door, and saw Angel slumped at his desk in the dim gloom of the office, spot-lit by the rectangle of light Spike had let in by opening the door.
�Shut th� door.� The brunette said, holding one hand up in front of his eyes.
Spike closed the door, sealing them both in darkness.
Fine, vampire, see just as well in the dark.
�What�d you want? Here to make with the snark?� Angel grumped from across the room.
�Hello� he answered cheerfully.
�Go �way, I�m brooding.�
�Do you do anything else?�
Spike sauntered into the office, standing in front of Angel�s desk.
�Why are you hanging around in the dark?�
�I�m a vampire.�
�So am I but I�m not sitting alone in a room in the dark.�
Angel swayed in his chair, swivelling it from side to side. He giggled a bit.
Spike blinked thinking he�d just hallucinated the last few seconds.
He tried conversation again.
�Shouldn�t you be out there? You know, contacting contacts, making sure evil Corporate America is running smoothly?�
�I�m not good out there, I�m good in here,� Spike looked around the dark office in mild confusion, �Out there, its noisy, and crowded, and too many people.�
Spike frowned at this somewhat strange way of talking. It definitely looked like Angel, just didn�t sound like him. At all.
It became a little clearer once Spike�s gaze lit upon a large whisky bottle on Angel�s desk. The brunette took a swaying swig from it.
�Angel, are you drunk?� Spike asked, unbelievingly.
�Irish don�t get drunk boyo� he answered, affecting a deep brogue.
I remember that accent�
Angel rested the bottle on his knee and peered at Spike. He frowned.
�Why aren�t you out in the party?�
�Blows.�
�What?�
�The � party � blows.�
�Oh.� He said, disappointed. He frowned at the desk. �Lorne won�t be pleased.�
�Didn�t see him out there.� He picked up a deadly looking, very long, knife of the table, and started playing with it, �Maybe he found �imself a little slap and tickle.�
He made jabbing motions with the knife and looked at Angel to see him spellbound by his movement.
Not too bad
He took a fighting stance and sliced the knife through the air. He continued playing with it, making cutting motions, complete with sound effects, all for the benefit of Angel who was giggling drunkenly at him.
�You don�t know how to�use that prop�ly.�
Spike dropped his stance.
�What�s to know?� he asked �The sharp bit goes into whatever you want to die.�
Angel smiled and shook his head.
�No there�s all, techniques and business. Stuff. Its better.� He looked up at him through his lashes, �I could teach you?�
Alright�
�Yeah, but not right now, you�re too drunk to be giving anyone carving lessons.�
�I�m not drunk.�
He put the bottle to his lips and tipped his whole head back, looking all the more drunk for it.
Spike laughed at this and sat on the far side of the desk, surveying the space.
Artificial light streamed through ceiling high windows in the office, casting shadows about, creating jumping shapes along the walls.
Something caught Angel�s eye out the window and he turned his head towards it.
Spike watched, captivated, as Angel�s face was lit-up, looking luminous in the half-light, frosted and silvery, the paleness broken by dark eyes and brows and the pink slash of his mouth.
Bloody Hell�
Angel�s attention soon turned back to the bottle on the table, and Spike�s illuminated vision was gone.
Spike took a few unneeded breaths.
Well, that� he hasn�t looked like that for quite some time.
Angel started twirling the whisky by the bottle�s neck on the desk top, creating circular patterns of condensation. He stopped and put the bottle aside, leaning down to examine his water-art.
�Yan�know what�s weird?� Angel asked, running a finger through the puddles on condensation.
�No, what�s weird Angel?�
�Me running this law business�
Spike nodded.
He�s pretty drunk
�Yeah, that is weird,� he conceded.
�I, really, I don�t know anything about law, and I�m the bus�ness owner� he said, still fascinated by the water on his desk.
Spike watched him, and then frowned as what he just said sank in.
�I don�t think you have to know about law to own the law firm, really.�
�Really?� Angel glanced up.
�Well yeah, you wouldn�t walk up to the head of Boeing and ask him to knock you up a jet, now, would you?�
�Don�t need a jet.�
Silence descended again, as Spike became as enthralled with Angel playing with the condensation, as Angel was enthralled with the condensation.
He picked up the bottle and swigged from it.
�Do you think I can?� Angel asked suddenly.
�Eh?�
�Do you think I can do this?�
Spike contemplated this for a moment.
�Yeah, I think you could make a go of it at least. I mean you�re just trying to use this place for good, not make it all efficient and what have you.�
Angel smiled.
�So what were you saying about the party?�
�What party?� Angel asked, confused.
Spike gestured behind him, out the door.
�I don�t remember.�
�Well, I�ll ask again, why aren�t you out there?�
Angel snorted righteously.
�Oh they all think they�re better than me. Everyone�s all �in touch�,
God, he�s drunk enough to make air quotes
And I�m just some vampire who doesn�t know an�thing. Me! I mean I�m as old as this country!�
�Yep, you are. You old, smart, vampire, you.� Spike dead-panned.
He was rewarded with a white hot glare.
�Don�t pasatronise me.�
He swigged again.
�I mean, the progr�mmers from� programming, they�re all, I mean, what�s a firestall? Stupid Internet, I hate the Internet.�
�I dunno, I like the world wide porn ring. Come on, Paris Hilton?�
Angel looked confused.
�Paris Hilton? What about it?�
�No, the girl.�
�Who is she?�
�She�s the hot chick that sleeps with everyone.� Spike paused, �Well she�s alright looking. Boobs are good.�
�Oh, well,� Angel pouted, �tell her I hate her.�
Spike nodded seriously, �I�ll pass that on, yeah.�
Angel decided to continue his pity party.
�Harmony thinks she�s better cause she knows how to message people on my cell phone, and Gunn knows all these television shows I�ve never even heard of��
Spike raised his eyebrow.
�This office,� He looked morosely around his office, �This whole entire office thinks its better than me.�
�Angel�, Spike ventured, wide eyed and trying to keep the smirk off his face, �It�s an office, it doesn�t breed it's own feelings of superiority or dominance.�
Angel kept making sad eyes at the inantimate objects in the room.
�Its too new. And I�m old. Old, old, old.� Angel slurred, �And maybe a little bit drunkish.�
�Mate things change. I, for one, am all for it. If things hadn�t changed � we�d be evil and � we�d stink.�
�I never stank.�
�Everyone stank.�
�And things are great now. � he continued, �We got cell phones, little boxes of metal and plastic that sing when people wanna talk to you. We got the tube instead of watching fires burn away in a fireplace. We got cars instead of bloody horses. Cor, I hated horses, you know?�
Angel giggled.
�You always used to get thrown off, is why.�
�Of course that�s bloody why! You ever been thrown of a horse? It hurts, toffer!�
�I know how to ride.�
'Bully for you, why don�t you have another drink?� Spike dead panned.
Angel looked down at the floor and mumbled something.
�What was that?�
�I said, you�ve changed.�
�Yeah� he answered, �I�ve changed. And you have too. When I first met you, you were selfish. And a bastard.�
Angel smiled lopsidedly.
�I�m not anymore?� he purred.
�Well you�re still a bastard.�
Angel chuckled and just gazed down at the floor, complacently.
�I�d accuse you of being stoned right now, but I don�t smell any mary jane�
�I�m not stoned, I�m just � happy. Content.�
He got up from the far side of the desk and walked round to Angel�s side. He moved Angel�s whisky away so he could sit down. This way he could sit with his back to the window, so when Angel looked at him, he�d have to look up into the light, hopefully it would � effulge his face like before.
�Angel?� he asked softly.
The brunette looked up, and as before, the light illuminated his face, making him look exactly like the demon with the face of an angel that he was named for.
�Yeah?�
�Just checking something.�
He nodded.
�Spike?�
�Yeah?�
�Can I tell you something?�
�Sure.�
Angel looked down at the table.
�When I found out you were a vampire, with a soul, I was really fucked off.�
Spike laughed out loud, at the curse rolling off the brunette�s tongue.
�What?� Angel looked offended. Drunkenly offended.
�Nuthin�, just you don�t normally swear like that.�
�Oh.� He pondered for a moment, then continued, �yeah, but then I got to thinking about it, and I was happy that you had a soul.�
Spike sat, stunned.
�You were?�
�Yeah. Its good to know that, there�s someone out there, who knows what I feel.�
He looked up at Spike, pale faced and eyes glittering in the blue light.
�Yeah� Spike answered, his voice cracking.
Smooth.
�Yeah�, he tried again, much more gruff.
�I just don�t feel so�� he trailed off, watching Spike�s reaction.
�So�?� Spike prodded.
�So� bad. Or lonely,� he was leaning back in his chair, looking up at Spike, �Do you feel lonely, Spike?�
Spike just stared at him.
�Not right now.�
Oh just go for it!
Spike tucked his foot under Angel�s chair and pulled him closer to the table. Then he flipped his leg over Angel so he was sitting right in front of him.
He paused, watching Angel watching him.
Do it!
He leant forward and paused before he touched him, trying to read the feelings in his eyes. He could smell the whisky on his breath, and the smell whisked up old memories of old Europe and China, of Angel�s face with longer hair framing it like a mane, Dru and Darla and sitting on Angelus� lap licking away whisky remnants from his Sire�s alcohol stung lips.
He licked his own, tasting ghost whisky from over a century ago, and lightly kissed Angel, fully expecting to be thrown backwards across the table.
When he felt no resistance, he deepened the kiss, bearing down more firmly and swiping the tip of his tongue against Angel�s.
He felt Angel�s big hands curl around the back of his calves and he smiled into the kiss, knowing that Angel knew the backs of his knees were ticklish. He reached down and stopped the hands before they could do any damage.
Spike was just about to slide down onto the brunette�s lap, when Angel pulled back and broke the kiss.
�There�s no mistletoe.�
Spike blinked.
�Mistletoe?�
Angel nodded, his eyes considerably more focused, but still a little bleary, than when he�d entered the office.
�Mistletoe,� Spike began slowly, �Its not Christmas, pet, that could explain the lack of mistletoe.�
Angel let his head fall back, and he stared at the ceiling.
Alright, mistletoe
Spike looked around, and saw a floral arrangement positioned near the door, he jumped off the desk, and jogged over to it, pulled out a lavender sprig and returned to his seat on the desk.
He held the lavender over his head in one hand, and wound the other around the back of Angel�s neck, to pull him forward. He giggled. He looked up at the lavender and giggled again.�
�That�s the stran�est mistletoe I�ve seen, ever.� He chuckled into Spike�s face.
�I had to bloody improvise for your crazy-drunk-arse, didn�t I? It�s my version of mistletoe. Its Spikletoe.�
This earned a louder chuckle from Angel.
�Smells nicer than mistletoe.�
He leant in and brushed his lips against Spike�s. Angel reached up and rested his hands on Spikes thighs. The kiss deepened once more, and Spike could hear him making snuffling noises into his cheek, smelling him, as Spikes hands wove themselves into Angel�s hair.
He must use as much gel as me
He felt the hands on his thighs pulling at him, so he braced his hands on the edge of the desk and slowly lowered himself into Angel�s lap, careful not to crush anything, legs straddling the brunettes, so they were chest to chest.
Spike felt himself being leant back against the desk, Angel�s arm providing a barrier between his back and the desk edge.
Angel stood, keeping one hand under Spike and the other undoing his then Spike�s shirt buttons. Belt buckles and pants were undone and kicked aside. Angel hefted Spike upright and removed the remaining offensive clothing.
Still standing, Spike made quick work of Angel�s many, many layers of clothing�
Poncy bugger, why�s he need so many layers?
�And exposed the brunette�s skin to the blue light streaming through the windows, his whole body luminescent under Spike�s scrutiny.
Spike made a short inventory
Shoulders and arms are bigger, must work out more now�days, still has a slight belly�
Good.
He ran his hands over the new-familiar skin, working the bigger muscles on Angel�s shoulders and running his hands down to rub against his beloved rounded belly.
�Hey!� the brunette grumped
Spike grinned and leaned in for another kiss.
Angel picked him up again and seated him on the desk; kissing his chest and slyly running one hand down to Spikes erection.
�Ahhh.�
He continued kissing the blonde as he languidly pumped the length, squeezing and tickling, running his fingers through the gathering pre-cum.
�Ahh, Angel� Spike breathed, breaking the kiss.
Angel grinned at him and slipped to his knees on the thick carpeting, eye level with Spikes cock. He leaned forward, grasping it with his hand and guiding it towards his mouth.
He rested the head on his tongue, humming tunelessly, while he dragged his fingernails along Spike�s bare thighs.
Spike cupped his hands around Angel�s ears, his fingertips brushing through the slight curls on the back of his neck, and made small thrusts into his mouth.
He used his fingers to coax Angel down further, and threw his head back in an almost silent howl when he felt his length slip past the resistance and into the silk moistness of Angel�s throat.
Angel chuckled around his cock, teeth length shimmering between vampire and human. He started a suction
He grinned and pushed Spike�s legs up towards his chest, for Spike to hold.
Spike felt a cool wet tongue trace patterns down his inner thigh, then the back of his thigh, and under to his hole, gently prodding, teasing, then backing off again.
Oh � my �fucking � shagging�
Incensed by the grunts and panting coming from Spike, Angel speared his tongue and forced it inside.
�Argh!� Spike pulled his legs as far towards his chest as he could.
A finger joined the tongue, and then another, as Spike sat up, began a slight bouncing and started grunting deep in his throat.
Angel scissored his fingers, making sure one nail slid across his tiny prostate and stood up, pushing Spike back along the table.
He hefted one of Spike�s legs over his shoulder and used his free hand to position himself at Spike� entrance. He spat on his hand, rubbed it along his hard length and eased his cock head past the tight resistance of his hole.
Bloody hell � my �
�Bloody hell � my ��
The brunette giggled and slid himself further inside.
�Come on Spike, relax�� he soothed, �You look really great right now,� The older vampire leered at him.
Spike rolled his eyes.
Angel sawed his hips, pushing his cock in a little further each time.
Spike clenched his hands around Angel�s shoulders, scrunching his face at the pain of being stretched.
God, it�s been a long time since I�ve been on the receiving end�
Angel kept driving into him until he felt the scratch of his pubic hair against Spike�s butt.
He stood, motionless, gazing down at Spike�s face.
When Spike�s death grip on Angel�s shoulders loosened somewhat, he leant down and placed a soft kiss on the corner of Spike�s mouth.
�Are you alright?� he whispered into his ear.
Spike nodded, with eyes that were now wide at the filled feeling, feeling stretched, feeling exactly like the fledgling of ages past, shivering in Angelus� bed chamber.
Except with Angelus it was a lot more painful.
Angel ran his fingers up and down Spike�s sides.
His big hands wrapped partway around Spike�s ribcage, feeling the sproing of the bones, the tautness of the skin, and then moved up to lightly pinch at the hardening nubs of pink nipples.
�I�ve never had sex with you.� Spike blurted.
Angel questioningly looked from Spike�s face, down to his twitching cock buried root deep in the blonde, and back up to his face again.
�I know we�re � but before,� he ventured, avoiding Angel�s dark eyes, staring down towards the brunettes navel, �you and me, both good and souled and all that.�
Angel hooked a finger under Spikes chin to tilt his head, and caught the blondes gaze. Silently commanding eye contact, he slowly pulled his cock from Spikes passage, and thrust back in, watching the younger vampire�s eyes widen and darken from the sensation.
Spike�s mouth gaped open in a soundless scream, as he felt Angel�s thrusting speed up.
�Is it good?� Angel purred, beads of sweat beginning to form across his wide chest.
Spike could only nod erratically, mouth still open, unable to form words.
Angel laughed and covered Spikes mouth with his own, executed a particularly brutal thrust, causing Spike to release a high pitched squeal around his tongue.
Angel wrapped one hand around the back of Spike head to protect it from banging against the table, and wound the other around the blondes renewed erection, pumping as he began a steady, fierce rocking.
**
Fred looked around the crowded lobby.
�Where is Angel? Spike was looking for him before, and I haven�t seen him since the party started.�
Lorne, his lime green complexion clashing hideously with an eggplant coloured shiny Versace suit, peered through the noisy, dancing masses.
�I don�t know peach-pie� he crooned, sipping his sea breeze,� you yourself said he wasn�t living the high-un-life here, maybe he found something more suited to him.�
**
�Oh, Oh, Oh!� Spike grunted on each of Angel�s thrusts. �Angel! Oh, Angel, I�m gonna � come, Bloody � HARDER!�
Angel slammed into Spike hard enough to knock the desk lamp off the table, shattering it on the ground, while the entire desk squeaked at the brutal punishment.
Angel coordinated his thrusts with the rapid stripping of the younger vamp�s cock.
Spike grabbed Angel�s butt, and used his legs to pull Angel into him faster.
After a few more grunting, growling, desk-squeaking moments, the blonde�s eyes rolled back and he squealed his release into the blur of Angel�s hand.
A few more thrusts and Angel collapsed with a noise that was half groan, half-strangled growl, signalling his own orgasm.
They lay there, slick skin against slick skin, bathing in the afterglow amidst companionable silence.
Angel enveloped Spike in his arms and he in turn settled a hand on the back of the brunette�s neck, twisting the short pseudo curls in his fingers.
This party rocks.