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
OHfuckme.
"Really?"
And
nope. I'm really *not* counting on this answer as the deciding factor as to
whether I'm taking a walk in the sun tomorrow. I'm really not, 'cause his
opinion doesn't matter to me that much.
Absolutely
not.
So I
think I'll just- instead of waiting for another rejection- I'll just-
I
open my mouth wide and sink down onto his cock, completely. I nuzzle the hairs
at the base of his cock with my nose as I swallow around him. OH yeah- still
fits perfectly
"OHFUCK!
WILL!" I scream as I come, shooting my semen down his throat. He swallows
it all and I grip the sheets as I buck up into his mouth. Oh god.
And
if this potion doesn't work, he's going to be seeing Angelus in a few minutes.
*Please* let the potion work. I can't hurt him again. Ever.
When
I can make myself move, I grab him under his arms and pull him up along my
body, moaning when our cocks brush together. I kiss him, tasting myself on his
tongue and I wonder if he can tell just how afraid I am right now. Because if
this potion *doesn't* work...
No.
Cordelia had a vision. It's going to work. I pull away from his mouth,
reluctantly and answer his earlier question. "I meant it. If you can
somehow forgive me... or even if you can't, if you want to be with... I mean...
"
Damn
it. I really need to start acting my age and stop stammering. This is my
childe. My William. And he for some unknown reason to me, wants me. "I
want to be with you," I say. "Forever. It's what I always wanted. And
if it's something you want, then we'll figure out a way to make it work. I
mean, if you *don't* want to move to L.A.... then I'll just make more trips to
Sunnydale.
This...
us... you... Will, it's everything I ever wanted. I think maybe Darla knew that
before I did? Maybe that's why she hated you so much. But as I said... it's up
to you. I don't have the right to order you to do anything, when I haven't been
the sire you deserved for over a century."
Ohmy.
I'm
afraid if I open my mouth... I'll say something to fuck it up.
Or
I'll realize it's a dream an- because he doesn't really care about me...
And...
he's not *really* calling me Will. That's just my imagination.
"Didn't
want a sire," I mumble as I lay down on top of him. His skin... I'd
forgotten how good it feels against me. "Wanted you."
Oh.
My.
God.
I
didn't--
I had
no idea--
I am
SO fucking dense!
"I'm
so fucking sorry for being an idiot for so long," I say, my voice hoarse
with emotion.
"Wanted
you to see me."
"I
do," I say, tipping his chin up to look in his eyes. "I see you now.
My William. My beautiful childe. I've missed you. I've missed holding you, and
kissing you..." I roll us over and then slip my fingers down to the come
on his stomach, before continuing downward.
I
tease his opening with my fingers for a few seconds, and say, "Missed
touching you... " I slip one finger inside, just a little..."being
inside you... Oh gods, Will. I don't know why I gave any of it up. I was so
stupid."
"Shiiit..."
I growl. Ohgod... it's been *so* long.
And
he's calling me *Will*. *His* *Will*
I
think I just might believe him too.
"Missed
having you inside me-" I moan as he presses into me further.
"Wanna
hold you *tight*," I squeeze around his finger with a smile.
"Forever."
Oh
god... "Will..." I whisper... I can't... I can't say anything,
because if I try I'll just end up blubbering like an idiot.
I can
only hope he knows everything I can't say when he looks in my eyes.
I
push my finger deeper, brushing the tip across his prostate, making him
whimper. So I decide to give him a little preview of forever, moving my finger
back to that sensitive gland, and rubbing it in small circles, increasing the
pressure slowly. He gasps and arches his back, wanting more. He always was so
open with me, in these moments. And I never could deny him either.
I
lean forward and kiss him, coaxing his tongue out to play with mine. He
whimpers into my mouth and clutches at my shoulder as I push another finger
inside him. Shit. He is so fucking tight. Has he really not... since me? I
don't dare hope.
SHIT.
Whatthefuckishetryin'tadotame?!
"Pleasepleaseplease!"
I whimper, grasping his shoulders, trying to pull him into me.
I
arch into his hand and please GOD touch me again there, ANGEL!
I
pull away from his delicious lips and watch his face as I scratch his prostate
with my fingernails. "ANGEL!" he moans.
I
smile and repeat the action. "Look at me, Will," I request and he
does. "If you need to come, then come. I love watching your face as you
come."
I
withdraw my fingers, smiling at his whimpered response. I sit back and cover my
cock with the semen still pooled on his stomach never looking away from those
beautiful blue eyes. I want to be sure he wants this. And he doesn't stop me,
not with his words or his expression, so I take that as an encouraging sign.
"I
need to be inside you forever," I say as I move my arms under his knees,
and then guide my cock to his entrance. I push inside, just a little, at first,
because SHIT. He's tight and I don't want to hurt him.
"OHGOD!"
Just a little- and *SHIT*.
I
lift my hips up and wrap my legs more securely around him an- FUCK. He slides
in just a little more an- "Shit, Angel!"
Holyfuckburningpainandblindingpleasure!
Ohfuck!
I forgot how alive this- he- can make me feel. How *wanted* I feel when he's
like this- above me...
Shit,
I'm such a sap.
"More,"
I growl and push down against his cock.
"Fuck..."
I moan as he bucks against me and takes me in deeper. "Will... you feel so
good ... "
He
squeezes me and I whimper. "Shit, Boy. Thought I was trying ta make *you*
come," I tease.
Hello.
Where the fuck did THAT accent come from? Damn, the things he can do to me...
He
gasps and his muscles contract around me as I brush the tip of my cock over his
prostate. And since I *am* me, that little reaction just makes me do it again,
and again, and again.
"Fuck,
fuck, fuck... SIRE! *PLEASE!*" I scream.
And I'm
not ashamed.
I'm
not ashamed that after all this time... my sire can still find all the
RIIIGHT... plAAAces!
I
swear- I'm gonna...
Shit.
I slide my hands down to grab my cock because I can't *not* feel something
around *me*.
And I
swear- the accent did *nothing* for me either.
I'm
not ashamed.
I
just... I know that... I just- I want- "Angel!" I whine.
I
slip my hand down between us and stroke him firmly. "Is that what you
want?" I ask. But I already know the answer, from the way he whimpers. I roll
my hips a little and thrust just ... a little... "Ohgod..." I moan.
Because I'm finally... And he's... And we're...
"Will,"
I whimper. I'm inside him. Really inside him. And I can't move, because this is
perfect, in every sense of the word. And after I find out where that witch
doctor lives, I'm going to be making her a very rich woman, because I am NOT
giving this up.
I
look in his eyes and I don't know how to tell him what I'm feeling. There's so
much. "Spike... Will... Love you." Huh. I guess that summed it up
pretty well, after all.
I
can't even *hear* what he's saying... I just know his mouth is moving and I
couldn't form a thought, even I *tried*.
Shit.
I just keep thinking: sire in my arse.
And
isn't that all that's important?
Shit.
He's stretching me. *This* I know. I just close my eyes and concentrate on
*that* feeling- having him home... inside me. Filling me. Stretching me.
Completing me.
And
apparently, I'm in a Tom Cruise movie now.
But I
don't give a fuck, because- shit. I want him to move.
I
push back against him and he understands. I wanna feel him move within me-
slide inside me. Fill me again and again.
I
just... I need... *more*.
"Angel...
Sire... please..."
"Anything
you want, always," I murmur against his lips. And then I pull out,
reluctantly, almost all the way. I wait for the whimper - there it is, and then
I thrust back home, fast. He cries out and squeezes my cock, and
"Fuck," I moan. So good. Not like I'm surprised, but still.
"It's been too long," I say, as I repeat the action, again.
And
by his reactions, I'm not hurting him, so I speed up a little. And it takes me
a few seconds to realize that I'm talking, all the while. Babbling, is more
like it. "Will... love you... want you... need you... always..." I don't
think he notices, though, and if he does, he's not complaining. And I don't
think I could stop myself because this is just too fucking good.
I
angle my next thrust a little differently, and he screams, "ANGEL!"
Yeah... I do remember how to hit that sweet spot inside him. I'm still stroking
him with one hand, as I brace myself with the other. And the way he's writhing
and moaning under me is just too incredibly beautiful a sight.
Soclose...
"SocloseAngelSirepleasepleaseplease..."
I
have no idea if I'm even making coherent words. I just *know* that... my *sire*
would- I mean...
It's
been so long since he...
Since
h-"BLOODYCHRISTANGELUS!" Fuck, how does he *do* that?
I'll
have to ask him.
Later.
When
I have regained the ability to speak.
"Pleasepleaseplease..."
I chant.
All
right. I think I've mentioned that I can be dense at times. I know I admitted
to him that I've been stupid. But really, how could I *not* have figured out
what he was begging me for?
I
guess it's because it's been so long. And I didn't think that he'd *want* to
renew that bond with me. But really. He's already basically said that he did.
So
again, I'm just an idiot.
But
not anymore.
I
slip into gameface, never losing the pace of my thrusts inside him. "Let
me see you, my beautiful childe," I purr.
OHshit.
I
swear. He's gonna have to pinch me. 'Cause I swear, this is a dream.
I
purr back as I let my fangs loose.
He
leans down and I feel his tongue sliding over my fangs, into my mouth. I kiss him
back because *damn* it feels so good. *He* feels so good...
I
push back against his cock and he just presses deeper yet, inside me.
I
have no idea what the hell you would call what I'm doing right now.
Writhing?
Arching? Moaning? Whimpering? Mewling?
All
of the above?
Sexing
with the Angel?
I
have no idea... but *damn* it feels good.
"HavetocomeAngelnowpleasepleaseplease."
"Mine,"
I growl as I pull my hand away from his cock and place it over his heart.
"Yours," I add as I take one of his hands and place it over mine.
"Forever," I add. Then I growl, "Drink me," before I sink
my fangs into his throat. And I forgot to add come, but I hope he'll figure
that part out.
"Loveyou."
I
sink my fangs into his throat, because *really*... there's no other option.
OHMYGODSIRE'SBLOOD!!
I-fuck-shit...
I screech (very masculine-like though) as I come and his blood floods my mouth
and I'm a greedy bastard. I take mouthfuls as he shoots into me and fills my
arse with him cum.
Ohmy-shit.
I can't...
holy shit.
Oh
god. Did he say... "FUCK!" I scream as he squeezes my cock and I
can't ... Will... My blood. He loves me? Did he say? God... I just come and
come, so much harder than I ever have since... well, since my last time with
him before the curse.
I
move my arms from under his legs and he wraps his legs around my waist. So I
guess he doesn't want me to go anywhere. Not that I was planning on it. But I
do roll us over on our sides, so I won't break any ribs with my weight.
I
withdraw my fangs from his throat after another second and tighten my arms
around his waist, needing to remain as close as possible to him. "Did
you... did I hear what ... did you?" There goes my speaking ability again.
I
continue lapping at the wounds I inflicted on him.
I'll
wake up eventually, but for now... for *now* I think it's just pe-
"Did
you... did I hear what... did you?"
Ohfuck.
I'll
just ignore him. Won't matter once I wake up anyway.
So, I
snuggle into him even more, because *yes* I *do* like to snuggle.
And I
just... I sigh.
I
haven't felt this... this... *this* in a long time.
I tip
his head up so I can kiss him. And I won't panic about his not answering me. I
just imagined it; that's all. Or he didn't mean to say it. Not that I could
blame him. I've done so many horrible things to him. So if he did want to just
use me and make me think things could be good again and then toss me out on my
ass, well, it's only what I deserve, right?
No, not
panicking at all. Of course he would know better, if he wanted to. He could
feel it in his blood. Just like I feel how ha--
Oh.
He's happy?
Probably
just happy he's going to be getting his revenge soon.
Damn
it; it doesn't matter. I knew when I came here this might be just tonight. I
can accept that.
I
kiss his chest, right above his heart, softly.
"So...
when I wake up- do you promise you'll at least call? Can you make that happen?
'Cause if he ignores me again, I think I'll die."
What?
I grab
his face in my hands and make him look at me. "What... I... I wasn't
planning on waking up apart. And I'm also not planning on ever ignoring you
again, Will. And I ... I would like to ... I want you to come to L.A. with me.
But if you won't or can't... then I'd like to spend as much time as possible
together... if that's what you want... Like I said..."
I'm
the eloquent one. Really. I swear.
"Waking up apart? What do yo-- oh. Oh. OH! This… I'm
not… this- tonight- actually *happened*?"
Oh.
So we… and I… and he… he… HE LOVES ME!
And I
said- I meant… I told him…
And
that all happened.
And
he wants me to- and…
Wow.
Wow.
I
don't know- I mean… wow.
"I
certainly *hope* this actually happened," I reply with a smile. "But if
you need more convincing..." I eye him for a second. Okay... if he thinks
he's dreaming... "I seriously doubt I'd do *this* in my dream," I
say, as I flip him over onto his stomach, and slide down his body. He doesn't
know what's coming, because I've never done it before... well there's a lot of
things we haven't done before, but I have to gradually work up to some of those
things. I mean, I can't just get over two hundred years of dominance issues.
But I
can get over them enough to part his ass cheeks with my hands and thrust my
tongue inside his hole, fucking him with it. And I bet *anything* he's never
even dreamed I'd do this. But I know *I'm* really enjoying it, given the noises
he's making in response.
And
those noises make it quite clear he's enjoying it too.
OH----SHIIIIIIITTT...
THAT'S... OHMYGOD
"ANGEEELLLLUUUUSSSSSSS..."
OHmygod.
He's- and *shit* he's good at it.
I
grab the sheets and push my back toward him- jarring his tongue insides me
deeper.
"OhshitAngelussuckmefuckmegodpleasetouchme."
I
don't think... no... he's never- I mean... his tongue?
Shit.
I
slip one hand up to grip his cock, letting him drive into it at his own pace, .
And if this doesn't convince him I'm very sure about forever with him, I don't
know what will.
How
could I *not* be sure about an eternity of this???
I.
Don't. Know what. To do.
Except.
Lay here. And. Fuck. His. Fist.
"Angel...
sogood... more... deeper!"
Shit.
This is a pretty fucking amazing thing... tasting him, tasting myself in him,
feeling his muscles contract around my tongue. I slide the tip of my tongue
over his prostate and he screams something ... not in English. I think it was
some demon language. Now *that* was interesting.
And
because, soul or not, I can still be evil when I want to be, I make sure to pay
extra attention to that sensitive gland inside him. I tighten my hand around
his cock, adding a little pain to the mix, which I know he likes. I know he
likes it because I *taught* him to after all.
And
*I'm* so fucking hard again myself, even though I haven't so much as touched my
cock. It's just the sound of his screams, the way he begs me, the way he
feels... all of that is more than enough to make me come. But I hold back,
because I also know that this time, if I can make him come without expecting to
come first, he'll know. He'll know that he is so much more to me than just a
whore, who I'll use to come and then toss away.
Shitfuck-
his hand.
I
can't even let go of the sheets so I just thrust my hips, my arse onto his tongue
and my cock into his hand.
I
don't even know what language I'm speaking right now and I don't very much
care.
An-
SHIT. He's squeezing my cock an... right Bastard...
"Pleaseporfavorpleasesilvousplaitgreshneckplease."
Okay...
seriously, I could do this forever, other than the fact I'm getting a crick in
my neck. And because this isn't making him come fast enough. So...
I
remove my tongue, flip onto my back and push three fingers back inside him. He
moans and bucks back onto my fingers which gives me what I wanted for the next
step in my 'Make Spike come' plan. I slide under his body and before he
realizes it, I suck him down my throat. I swallow around his cock, as I locate
his prostate with my fingers.
I
feel sorry for him, because by his frantic movements, he can't seem to figure
out whether to thrust forward into my throat or back onto my fingers. I slip
into gameface the next time he thrusts down my throat and prick his cock just
slightly with a fang, groaning at the sweet taste of his blood.
"AANNNNNGGGGEEEELLLLLL!!!!!!!!" I... ohmy... sh-
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