AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Lost & Found
PAIRING : Angel/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly
smutty)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE : dru wrote Spike, EvilWillow wrote Angel
AUTHOR'S NOTE : unbetaed
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PART
THREE
All
right. I'm hard - well, I've been hard since the moment I felt him walk into
the hotel. But I'm so much harder now, after that look he just gave me.
"Good
night everyone," I say, and then I take Spike by the hand and practically
drag him up the stairs and to my room.
Okay.
Cave-Angel is fun.
I use
him to slam the door shut and kiss him passionately, reacquainting myself with his
mouth. I grind my hips against him, making him and myself groan.
I
take abou half a second to decide what I'm going to do to him first. But only
half a second, because we're both really horny.
As my
tongue fucks his mouth the way I plan on fucking *him* soon, I unfasten his
jeans with one hand. I grip his cock firmly and start to stroke him hard, just
the way he likes. I pull away and look at his face. I *love* watching his
expression as I bring him closer to the edge.
OHfuckme.
"Angelshitfuckpleasedosomethingfuckmebitemedrinkmesuckmepleaseohplease."
Is it
unnatural for someone to be able to reduce another person to... *that*?
Shit.
His hands... his tongue... is fucking me. Tongue-fucking my mouth... fucking
with my mind.
Just
a whole lot of fucking.
Okay,
well I can do that too.
I
grin slightly as my fangs descend into his tongue and I start sucking greedily
on it.
I
groan as he slices into my tongue, feeding from me. Shit... I don't know what I
enjoy more, drinking from him or feeling him drink from me.
I let
him take as much as he wants. I never could deny my boy anything. That's part
of why Darla hated him so much. She *knew* he was a threat.
And I
never understood that. Or maybe I just didn't want to face it? I don't know.
I do
know I've decided what I'm going to do next. As soon as he lets... He releases
my tongue, as it's finally healed. I pull away and drop to my knees in front of
him.
Ohshit.
I...
ohmygod. Is he... he is.
"Fuck,
Angel..."
I
didn't... I mean... I did. I *do*.
But
wow.
AndOHMYGOD.
I
grab his head and guide him as he takes the tip in his mouth. Shit. I can't
feel my legs.
"Angel...
be-"
Well,
fuck. My legs give out and I sink to the floor
I
grab him as he begins to fall, and pull him into my lap. Oh... god. That's...
nice too.
No. I
had a plan. I ease him onto his back and slide down his body again. I pull his
jeans down further, and suck his cock down my throat. When he screams, I slip
my fingers into his mouth. That's it, Boy. Get me nice and wet for you.
Shit.
I suck his fingers into my mouth... and I think I still taste myself from
*last* time.
Did
he even shower? Not that it matters... but...
I
really think a bed would be more- oh fuck.
He
looks *way* too good with my cock between his lips.
I
prop myself up on my elbows to watch as it disappears completely within his
mouth. I can feel his tongue sliding against me... his teeth just grazing my
skin... his throat around me.
"You
know how fuckin' gorgeous you look, Angel? You know how hot you make me, just
watchin' you suck me like that? How gorgeous my cock looks with your spit all
over it?"
I
reach down and grab the back of his shirt. I yank on it hard and rip it right
off him.
"You're
so pale... I can watch the muscles in your back moving as he suck me down...
stretch and swallow around me. I wonder if you'll watch *my* muscles the same
way I'm watching yours, when I'm kissing your skin with that whip
downstairs."
I
groan at the mental image: myself in chains, naked, him with a whip and SHIT. I
have to think about something else or I'll come.
And I
never thought I'd actually be willing to let him even *talk* about chaining me
up. And even though part of me *is* nervous about the prospect, I also know
that I can trust him.
Not
that I won't fight him when the time comes... just like he always struggled
when I would chain him up. But when it was all part of our play, he never
struggled *too* hard. He wanted it. And even though I had taught him to want
it. I never understood how anyone could ever want *that*.
I
mean, even when Darla would chain me up, I never enjoyed it like Will did. I
guess I was and am a control freak. But maybe my boy will actually teach *me*
something?
I
push my wet fingers under him and he whimpers. I thrust two inside and god...
thinking about his muscles contracting around my cock the way they are around
my fingers is almost enough to push me over the edge.
Not
yet. I can maintain control when I really concentrate... and when he's not
touching me or kissing me or talking. Or looking at me.
Yeah,
he can do just about anything and it would turn me on.
I
find his sensitive gland and start rubbing it in small circles as I slide my lips
up and down his cock, steadily faster and faster. I scratch a fingernail over
his prostate. He gasps, squeezing my fingers hard, and his cock twitches in my
mouth.
I
lift my head, letting his cock slip from my mouth. He whimpers, the sound
ending in a long drawn out moan as I resume stroking him, gripping his cock
hard. He throws his head back, panting for breath, and I take that opportunity
to slip into game face. I sink my fangs into his thigh, growling the instant
his blood hits my tongue.
Okay,
so much for my not coming. I just couldn't help myself. The taste of his blood
was just too much.
"ANNNGEEEELLLL!"
Ohgod.
I feel his fangs in me- sucking me dry... draining me dry... his hands milking
me for every last drop.
Ohfuck,
what a glorious way to go this is!
He
*knows* how much this drives me mad- having him bite me when I come, especially
in other places... not just my neck... my nipples, my thighs... one time, he
bit right into my arse as he was tonguing me.
*That*
was amazing.
As
was this.
I
continue to drink from him, because I never could just take a little. But
because I'm not wanting to be too selfish, I offer him my wrist.
As he
drinks from me... I just have this intense... urge to drink my maker, my fill…
And
his wrist just won't sate my urge.
I
pull him away and he growls at me but I growl back.
"Bed,
Angelus. And let's lose the clothes."
I
quirk and eyebrow at his demanding tone. But I did tell him I wanted him to be
my mate, so I guess I need to try to work on my dominance issues when it comes
to him. It's just so damn hard, because I *really* enjoy dominating him.
I
stand, pulling him to his feet as well. I unfasten my pants, letting them fall
to the floor and then lie on the bed as I watch him get undressed. Am I
drooling? I hope not. That would be embarrassing.
But
if I am drooling, it's completely understandable, I think. He's just ...so
fucking beautiful. And he always hated it when I said that to him. It wasn't a
masculine enough compliment in his opinion. But he really *is*. That lean body,
muscular and stronger than it looks, those intense blue eyes... even the hair
color works for him.
Hell,
he could wear tie-dye and I'd get hard at the sight of him.
He's just
standing there at the foot of the bed, amusement in his eyes. Okay, I'm openly
admiring his body. So what? I haven't seen him in a week. And I'm surprised to
realize just how far I was from really capturing him on paper. I guess I'll
have to keep trying.
I
wonder if he'd pose for me? Probably not. He's got a very short attention span.
Maybe if I bribed him....
He's
just so picture perfect, lying there, naked and hard, staring at me.
Ohyes...
Angelus. Smile now, because you'll just be screaming in a few seconds.
I
growl before launching myself at him. I land over his legs and bite into his
side... just above his hip, toward his stomach... that fleshy part that I love.
My fangs just sink into him and I drink. And I really don't think he was
expecting *this*- if those sounds are any indication.
"OHFUCKWILL!"
I yell. And after that, it's all whimpering and moaning. Oh holy shit. I'm
completely hard again.
I
grip the back of his head and he growls. But contrary to what he expected, I
pull him closer, needing more. The action sends his fangs deeper inside me and
I scream, because the pull as he sucks the blood from the wound feels too good.
I
whimper, because I still need... I don't *know* what I need. Something.
Anything. "Will!" It's all I can manage, my verbal skills having fled
the moment he started drinking me.
I dig
my fingers into his hips as he pushes me into him... yeah... welcome to Being
Dominated 101, Angelus.
I tear
away from him and the blood still drips from the wound. I don't care.
I
don't care if this sheet is covered in our blood by morning. I need more.
I
haven't had my sire's blood in ages and I need it.
It's
not just about the sex... or whatever this thing is... this has just become a
mating ritual.
I
know it and I think he does, or he will.
Mating
rituals include vampiric blood exchange- a claiming on both parts.
A
*willing* and *submissive* claim.
I
growl loudly before I plunge my fangs into his stomach, right over his navel
and suck greedily.
My
hands trail over skin, covering it in the blood from the first wound, covering
his cock... his balls... his thighs... every thing.
Shit...
I feel like my body's on fire... Everywhere he touches. And the way he looked
at me just now told me what he wants... what he's ready for... without him
needing to say a word.
He's
actually willing to accept me as his mate. I just... I can hardly believe it.
It's... everything I need and want. *He* is everything I need and want.
And
his growl sends shivers down my spine, because it's not the growl of an overly
excited childe. No, *that* growl was his fair warning to me that he was going
to claim me. And when he does, sinking his fangs into me for a second time, I
let out a completely unmanly shriek as I come for a second time.
Yeah...
we're gonna see if we can get you to go again.
Hehe.
I
slow my draw on him to a gentle rolling of the tongue and more of a kiss. I kiss
him tenderly, passionately... and decide to take a little pity on him.
I
start to stroke him a little and he's hardening already.
Hmm...
where to next? Little puncture wounds... that will *stay* on him. Mate's marks
*stay*. *Forever*.
I
already bear *his* mark from when he took my life and made me.
But
this time will be different, because he'll be riddled with my mark.
God...
I'm getting drunk on him. His blood... I can feel it inside me... reaching
parts of me that I thought were dead.
It
makes me feel alive.
I
growl again and pull away for a second... his arm. I dive for his upper arm and
dig into the fleshy muscle there. He growls as I tear into him and begin to
take the blood from his veins.
He
just lies underneath me, bucking and whining and writhing... and I must admit,
it feels fuckin' amazing from *my* point of view as well. But I don't want to
drink him dry- because Dru did that once to a vampire and it wasn't pretty.
So, I
roll my shoulder down, baring my neck to him.
I
groan and sink my fangs into his throat, grateful for the offer. And his
blood... shit, I swear it's making my whole body tingle. It's been so long
since I had a mate. I had forgotten how completely erotic the ritual is.
Although
I gotta say, my mating ritual Darla it wasn't half this intense. Maybe that
because I was so much younger then? And I didn't really choose. She chose and I
pretty much just went along with whatever she wanted.
But I
don't think that's the only reason, or the most important one for why this,
with my Will is so much more... well, just *more*. I think Spike and I were
truly meant for each other, from the beginning. And I guess the prophecies
would back up that opinion. And now, that we're finally giving into what we
both need... I feel like I've found a part of me I didn't know I was missing.
As
his blood begins to revitalize me, I slip my hands down to his waist, pulling
him on top of me. And then I let my hands wander further down to his ass,
pulling him against me and whimpering when our cocks brush together.
Now
*there's* an idea.
I
pull away and smile at him drunkenly, because I am. This... is a high...
claiming a mate, *Angel* as my mate... and it's so strange.
As I
was drinking... I... felt something- amazingly incredible.
(Besides
the blood that is.)
I
felt Connor.
He's
in Angel's blood- *of* Angel's blood- and now he's of mine too. And I can feel
a connection with him... and I know he's all right. I'll have to tell Angel
that later.
But
for now... I shimmy down his legs, licking and leaving a trail of blood from my
tongue as I go.
Oh
yes... the ultimate prize.
I
grasp his cock with both my hands and I *really* hope he trusts me, because if
not done right... this could *really* hurt. I mean... it *will*... but
hopefully in a good way.
Growls
come from places I didn't even know they could, as I descend onto his cock. I
slide it past my lips and gently suck on the tip, as I was his navel. It's
already bloody from my hands earlier, and the blood left on my tongue gives it
a more reddish tinge than it already had.
And
then... ever so slowly, I press down with my fangs, careful not to hit any
nerves or anything... and HOLY SHIT! This is *the* most erotic thing I think
I've ever done.
Surely,
I've had his cock in my mouth before, but I've never drank from it. (Blood that
is.) I keep it in my mouth, my tongue nursing the underside as I the blood
drips down and coats my tongue and throat.
I
drink slowly, pulling gently on him for more, my fingers grasping his ass to hold
him up to my mouth.
I
growl when he slips into game face because no fucking waaaa
"OHFUCKSPIKE!" I scream, although I will myself to stay still. I
don't want to lose any important parts and oh god he's - and I'm - and his
fangs - and the pull and I'm SO fucking hard as all the blood very eagerly
rushes to my cock.
And
am *I* making that really needy keening sound?
And
I'm gripping the sheets on either side of me and I'm *not* thrusting, even
though that stupid voice in my head is telling me to. But no fucking way am I
going to. And my entire body is on fucking FIRE and I have never felt so much,
all at once.
I
open my mouth to beg him to stop because I don't think I can take any more of
his incredibly enjoyable torment.
"OHGODPLEASEMOREWILL!"
I did
mention I'm a glutton for punishment, didn't I?
Happy
to oblige, Mate. I think I've gorged myself enough for one night.
I
shift back and my fangs leave the tender skin of his cock just as I inhale him
into me and swallow him down, while sliding two blood-coated fingers into his
hole.
"WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
Oh
fuck me. And I guess technically he kind of is. And I'm coming so hard I have
to fight to stay conscious as I thrust down his throat, babbling about how much
I love him.
But
oh my god. It's a good thing he just *did* it instead of asking me or waiting
for me to ask him. Because even if I have teased him about the possibility many
times in the past, there's no way in hell I would've allowed him to so much as
touch me --
"OHFUCKTHERE!"
I scream as the tip of his finger hits my prostate. And shit, what an idiot I
was to deny myself *this*.
I
just never knew... Okay, so granted I *knew* because of the noises he makes when
I'm fucking him. But my experiences with *being* fucked are confined to the
Master and a few hundred hell demons.
But I
refuse to think about *those* things right now. This is William. My childe and
now my mate and he loves me. And fuck me if I'm not about ready to come again.
All
right... well... *one* *last* *bite*, just so he *knows* who really owns him.
His
swollen, red cock slips from my mouth when I stop sucking and I look up at him,
right into his eyes as I pull my fingers out of him.
I pull
his hips closer to my face and he places his legs over my shoulders and...
perfect... I see his semi-stretched passage in front of me and I lean down and
kiss him... lick around him... dip my tongue into him as if I were kissing his
mouth- making love to his tight passage, as I would his mouth, if he could kiss
me now.
I
don't know if he knows what's about to happen. I don't know if he remembers
Moscow all that well- but I do.
We'd
just finished off a wealthy Russian man, his wife, and two daughters. They'd
been drinking and we were both quite drunk and Angelus looked and told me it
was time I received his personal mark.
And I
did.
Over
and over and over again.
I
grin before shifting again and I am unable to catch his eye before I clamp down
over his hole, my fangs slicing the skin there and I suck... suck on him...
almost to eat him out- suck his bowels and innards right out of him... like he
did to me all those years ago.
The
first swipe of his tongue over my hole and I just melt. Oh my god. So this is
how he felt when I did this to him. Yeah... I can see why he would like it.
It's just... there are no words to explain how amazing it feels.
I am
SO glad Connor's about the soundest sleeper I've ever met, because I wouldn't
have wanted to wake him up with my incessant screaming and begging. Although
Lorne is really going to be making comments tomorrow, I'm sure.
Oh
well. It's all worth it for--
"FUCKWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!"
I shoot
my seed onto my stomach and rip holes in the sheets as I come yet again. And
none of the rest of what I say is in English. I don't even know what I'm saying
but it's a steady stream of something. I think there were a few Gaelic curses
in there... French... German... Russian.. And a few demon languages too.
And
the sweet burn as he draws my blood from my already sensitive hole so
forcefully... oh god... the line between pleasure and pain is officially gone.
It's just all so amazing and intense. I didn't have a *clue* when I did this to
him that this was how it felt.
I try to pull way from him -
the control freak making an appearance. But he has a death grip on my hips and
clamps down even harder with his fangs, forcing them even deeper. I scream and
when he growls his displeasure at my attempt to free myself, I whimper in
response to the vibrations through my whole body.
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