Just a drabble cos I am bored...
 

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Title: Fire with Fire

Author: ebonyflames
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Rating NC17
AU Angel/Spike, mentions of all other canon relationships - plus a surprise A/O


Summary: So... about that one time...

 

Disclaimer: I cannot claim ownership (or responsibility) for any of the recognisable ATS and BTVS characters - they belong to the god that is Joss and Mutant Enemy. I just make them dance for pleasure... Oh and if some of the speech is familiar its just cos I couldn't improve on the actual script...
 
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Spike's dreams dumped him unceremoniously into wakefulness to find that the palace and throne and harem of serving girls had been replaced by a dingy basement apartment and a very urgent erection. Something about the dream though had stirred a memory. A long since repressed memory. It was the room that he had been in, the room in St Petersburg. He could still remember that night with crystal clarity, it was one of the most erotic things he had ever done as a vampire.

They had been in St Petersburg for a little over two months and Drusilla was having a wonderful time playing in the snow. Angelus had said that it was a good experience for him, as the winter months here meant that prey was incredibly hard to find and kills were easly dscovered. This trip was all about teaching the rather rebellious William control. Everything had been going so well, Angelus was pleased wth his porgress and had not beaten him at all since they arrived, Darla had been keeping Angelus occupied and so he had Drusilla all to himself... but that all changed one night.

Darla was in a pissy mood over something that wasn't really important - something about a ruined dress (William really didn't listen when Darla started screeching like an owl)- and as a consequence decided to deny everyone release that night. That meant she refused to allow Dru to pleasure either him or Angelus and, as she was the matriarch of the family Dru had no choice but to follow her orders. Now, for a vampire, having no means of release after an invigorating hunt and kill was nothing less than torture. It was worse for him as he was still quite young and the blood lust was still incredibly arousing. It was then that Angelus decided to fight fire with fire. He had grabbed Will by the arm and dragged him out of the sitting room and suggested a truly devious plan. They were going to get one another off and they were going to make Darla watch. Spike remembered that he had been scared out of his mind and aroused beyond all measure.

They returned to the parlour and Angelus proceeded to start his pre-dawn routine of a brandy and a quick glance at yesterday's paper, the only difference this morning was that he gave Will a brandy too. As dawn crept closer Angelus stood up and announced that he was retiring to bed.

"An excellent idea My Boy. Drusilla come."

Darla took Dru's hand and led her from the room. Drusilla was giggling and swaying to music that only she could hear as she followed her Grand Sire to the bedroom. Angelus turned and saw how nervous Will was. He was at times still the shy Victorian that Drusilla had turned and Angelus decided to take pity on the boy. He strolled over to Will and took the brandy glass away from him. He needed to calm and arouse him and there was only one sure fire way of doing that. Pulling Will to his feet Angelus hooked an arm around the boy's waist and pulled him close.

"Shh Little One, relax..."

Angelus whispered the words across the pink lips in front of him and then brushed a feather light kiss. He could hear the girls preparing for bed and focused his attentions back on the trembling boy before him. Will's eyelids were fluttering over increasingly dilated eyes and he was letting out small puffs of air that tickled Angelus' lips. He kissed the boy again. Just a gentle kiss, a little pressure on his lips until he felt Will start to give. Will opened his mouth under the gentle insistence and felt himself becoming increasingly aroused. He had never known the dark demon could be this gentle. Nor had he ever had a kiss like this. Kissing Dru was always about lust and blood but this was totally different, this was... it felt more real. As he succumbed more to the kiss, Angelus slipped his tongue into Will's mouth and began to lick his way around the inside. His tongue caressed the soft palate, stroked its way over teeth and wound itself around Will's own. He then coaxed Will to follow his tongue back into his own mouth.

As William chased Angelus' tongue he failed to notice that he was being led to the bedroom. Eventually he realised that they were not in the parlour any more and he began to tense up, which was when Angelus played his ace. He slashed his tongue on a fang and let William taste the heady elder blood. The response was immediate and frenzied. Will was practically fucking Angelus' mouth with his tongue and was bucking his body into his Grand Sire. Angelus steered the frantic boy into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. He didn't bother to glance at Darla and Dru, but he could feel them watching. William was totally oblivious.

Angelus allowed a hand to drift down and unfasten Will's trousers. He slipped inside and began to stroke the hard column of flesh. He gathered some of the pre-come on his fingers and pulled away from the wicked mouth. He raised the fingers to his lips and tasted the salty fluid. Waves of heat were sent straight to his groin and he felt himself harden. He was shocked when William flipped them over and began to grind himself down on the older vampire. He felt hands' tugging at his trousers as his mouth was brutally seized in another kiss. A hand, smaller than his own began to pull on him, gentle but firm strokes that were so much more satisfying than Darla's rough jerking. The strokes became faster and harsher and for the first time Angelus felt himself begin to lose control.

William had been out of control since the fiery coppery liquid hit his tongue and when Angelus had tasted him Will was lost to lust. He didn't notice that he was acting more dominant than Angelus. All he was aware of was the taste of blood in his mouth, the feel of Angelus' tongue duelling with his own, the hand that was pulling at him with no particular rhythm (which was driving him insane) and the feel of his own hand on the rigid cock of the most dangerous creature he knew. The novelty of being with another man, the danger of displeasing Angelus and the sheer sensations coming from his groin caused him to moan into the other man's mouth. He felt his balls begin to tighten and practically howled when the talented hand gripped the base of his cock and held it hard. He bucked frantically, desperate for release. Angelus chuckled and flipped them over.

Rather than continuing the hand job he released his grip on Will's cock and began to thrust his own into the boy, grinding them together. Desperate for release Will thrust up into the other man and wove one hand into the dark hair and brought the other to rest on Angelus' ass, pulling him down. William didn't last long, he screamed Angelus' name as he came, bearing his throat to the older vampire, climaxing again as the fangs ripped through his flesh. As soon as the blood hit his throat Angelus followed the younger vampire into release, moaning William's name against the pale throat.

Needless to say, Darla and Drusilla didn't keep to Darla's plan of abstinence.

Spike's orgasm brought him back to the present and for the first time in three years it wasn't Buffy's name that fell from his lips.