| �This room is disgusting� I open one eye almost imperceptively, and look up at my sire. Who was standing in the doorway and looking pissed. Looking very pissed. But then, what was new? �Why can�t you just pick up after yourself?� I sit up and from my position on his bed, I survey the bedroom. Apart from the overflowing ash tray, strewn about clothes, CD�s on the table and damp towels on the bed, I couldn�t really see what was putting the bug up Angel�s anally clean, but sexy, butt. He walked into the room and I could almost see the little black cloud hovering over his head. I smirked as I watched him bend down, pick up a dirty shirt and frown at it. �Why would I do that? Isn�t that what you�re here for?� I layed back down and tried to go back to sleep until I felt the mattress being lifted up on one side effectively flinging me onto the floor. I sat up and rubbed my back. �What did you do that for?� Angel dropped the mattress and moved around the bed to glare down at me. �I don�t know, you tell me. Why did I do that?� Hmmm, rhetorical questions. I�m guessing that Angel is in some sort of work related bad mood and to not piss him off anymore, I�m gonna have to clean the room without another word spoken. But what do I care if Angel gets pissed off? �Because you�re a big Irish wanker?� �You got my bed dirty.� �If I remember yesterday correctly, it was you who did the dirty things in the bed.� Angel stared at me, looking very much like he does when he�s �minus one soul�. Hmmm, really bad mood then. �Something go wrong at work?� I asked sweetly. Angel snorted, rolled his eyes and left the room. �Nothing that you�d care about� He can be such a wanker sometimes. I decided to follow him out after hearing the sound of the microwave in the kitchen. I see him sitting reading a newspaper sprawled on the table and drinking blood out of a mug. �Hungry Pet? I could give you something to nibble on� I said as I leant in the doorway. Angel stared stubbornly down at the newspaper and didn�t say a word. Wanker. I sighed and levered myself of the frame, sauntered over behind Angel�s chair and wrapped my arms around his neck. �I�m trying to read� �Really bad day at the office then.� I stated, slipping his hands under the dark fabric of the shirt and start to rub his chest. He sighed; I know how to break my sire. Show him a little affection and he�s a big fluffy puppy. �Cordelia wants me to give her 2 months paid vacation because that�s what all her friends who went to college are getting. I tried to tell her she wasn�t in college, but I don�t think she was listening. And we�re getting no where in the �Amy Case.� �Aww, poor Angel� I purred, undoing the buttons on his shirt and exposing the pale expanse on his chest. I like his chest. I ran my hands around it more freely and flicked the hardened nubs of his nipples. �I mean you wouldn�t think it would be that hard to find sixteen Keethal Demons. They�re huge!� Angel�s voice was getting huskier, signalling his approval of my actions. �You don�t say.� I pulled the chair he was sitting in out and saw him lean back and spread his legs wider. I moved around him, trailing my fingers down the length of his body and settled myself between his knees. I know he�s watching me as I pull off his boots and socks, I can�t resist and flick out my tongue to lick his foot. Good, he�s stopped talking. I look up at him underneath my lashes and smile innocently as I reach his belt and undo it. He�s looking confused. I don�t know why, it�s not like this has never happened before. Maybe it�s because I was being so nice to him earlier. But hey, I was horny. That�s why I was nice. There�s no other reason. My hands caress his thighs through the soft material of his pants and he starts to wriggle around. Hmm, I�m guessing a chronic case of too-tight pants. �I can fix that� I think as I slid the zipper down its track freeing that cock of his. He starts breathing and that never fails to make me laugh so I chuckle as I take his length through smiling lips. As I swirl my tongue around the hardened mass in my mouth, I glance up to see him clenching his eyes shut. He�s not breathing any more, and his hands are in fists by his side. He�s just feeling. Feeling as his cock slides into the icy wet recess of my mouth, feeling as I let go and my sharpies almost, but not quite, draw blood from his skin, feeling as my hands grip the base of him so I can draw him further into me. We fit so well together. He tips his head back giving me a view of strong jaw lines and a slit of gold peeking out from under his lids, watching me watching him. I gather a rhythm, sliding his cock in and down and out and, as an added bonus for my sire, I start to hum a sex pistols song. He hates the song, but loves the hum. The gold slits disappear as his eyes close and his hands reach to curl themselves in my hair. I frown. Double standards again, he hates it when I pull on his hair. I nod on his cock, and let the head slip past the natural reflexes of my throat. I hold it there for a second, letting my muscles massage him and then slip him back to my mouth. He�s gasping now. The slow pace must be torture for him. I smile. Good. I continue to keep the slow pace for about ten minutes until I hear a panted: �Spike, please�� As ever compliant as I am, I speed up my bobbing and the humming gets louder. He�s really squirming now; he hates it when I�m in control. I can feel his hands tense in my hair so much I think he�s gonna rip chunks out and when he comes, sense his groan rather then hear it, as it vibrates through my mouth and makes my teeth chatter. He tastes like musk and strength and something that is just him. My Sire. I wipe my grin and sit back on my haunches to watch as he struggles, panting, with this hated sense of no control. He loves and hates this so much. I climb up his body and start to lick the sheen of sweat gathering on his chest. He growls and stands up pulling me with him. After all I did, he looks pissed again. Maybe it�s cause I made him wait ten minutes. I look into his eyes, deep pools of molten gold, and he growls again and uses my hair to pull my head to one side. I close my eyes, and I�m the one breathing now. I feel his lips kissing, searching out the vein and then a sudden stab of pleasure/pain. He loves biting. Then I�m being lowered onto the table with one of his hands supporting my back while the other was frantically undoing my pants, all the while feeding off me. The wankers gonna suck me dry. Not a bad way to go. But he doesn�t, he releases the death grip on my neck and now I�m feeling sleepy. I know he�s kissing the wound and I feel him wipe the excess blood away with his hand. I open my eyes and everything is supersensitive. The lights over head are too bright, and the table is really big, and everything is silent. Then I see his eyes studying me and everything else disappears. It�s just him and me. Fuck, how can he do this to me? I start feeling really good and I realise his hand has found its way to my cock and is pulling on it insistently. His hand is slick; I don�t know when the hell he got lube. I don�t care. All through this, his eyes never leave me. I start wriggling and panting and the fucking wanker gets a smirk on his face. He loves being in control. He takes the wriggles as a sign to speed up because his hand is moving so fast, I think hes trying to pull it off. He�s alternately pulling soft, pulling hard and squeezing and I start smelling heated blood. My blood. My worry must have shown on my face because he started laughing and jacking faster. Then I realise. The bastard bit me, and now he�s using my blood to jack me off. I�d be indignant about that if I could string a sentence together, but for now, ah, I�ll just, ah! He�s started tracing his other hand around my balls and down my perineum. I start moaning. Loudly. He laughs again, damn unsettling that, and bends down and takes me in his mouth. One flick of that talented tongue and I grip onto his shoulders and spill down his throat. He doesn�t stop sucking until it starts feeling more bad then good, and watches me try to gain some composure. I sit up and zip my pants up again. I�m still feeling a bit dizzy. I see Angel�s mug on the table and start drinking furiously from it. �Thirsty?� Smug bastard. He�s got a smirk on his face. Just because he made me moan. I just glare at him; I hate it when he gets egotistic after sex. �Didn�t know you were gonna try to suck me dry.� I regret my choice of words before they even left my mouth. He laughs at that, smirk in place, and turns to head for the bathroom. �You loved it. Clean the bedroom.� Finis |
| Title: Suck Me Dry Author: Inca Feedback: *Whines, pants* Please? [email protected] Rating R - m/m sex Angel/Spike Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them Spoilers: Anyone know?? Summary: .... whatever.... |