Exposure
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS
 
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Angel, Dawn, Harmony, Wesley
 
Genre: slash all the way baby
 
Warnings/Rating: NC 17, full on boy sex in this one.
 
Summary: set the next morning after 'Testing a Theory' http://lilithbint.livejournal.com/57484.html#cutid1 Spike and Angel risk discovery and Dawn hangs around for a bit longer.
 
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"So how precisely did Dawn talk you into letting her stay?" Wesley asked the worried looking Angel.
 
"She rang Buffy and told her she wanted to stay a couple of days and Buffy agreed," Angel said neutrally.  Wesley looked at Angel sceptically.  "What?" Angel asked.
 
"She just rang Buffy and Buffy said it was okay?"
 
Angel nodded hiding his cringe at the memory of the phone call.  Okay so Dawn had more or less blackmailed him and Spike into letting her stay longer.  Angel was pretty sure Dawn had spent way too much time with Spike. 
 
Buffy had been less than pleased with Dawn's request and it had taken the combined talking of both Angel and Spike to calm Buffy down.  Although calm wasn't really the word she had threatened them both with all sorts of dire consequences and only stopped when Dawn took the phone back and made a few threats of her own.
 
Angel was beginning to think that his manufactured memories of Dawn missed out a lot of details.  Of course he had very few actual memories of the girl from beyond that point.  Spike had filled him in on a few of the more colourful moments of Dawn's teenage years including the kleptomania and the whole setting Spike on fire threat.  Angel could understand the threat but it still upset him for some reason, possibly because of the grim acceptance in Spike's eyes when the story was told.
 
The Dawn out shopping with Spike at the moment had grown since then and had a lot of the qualities of Buffy that Angel had admired when he first met the slayer.  Qualities he hadn't seen in her for a while now which confused him as much as his newly admitted attraction to Spike did.
 
"Angel?" Wesley's voice broke through Angel's thoughts.  "I asked, where is Dawn now?" Wesley repeated.
 
"She and Spike went shopping," Angel replied absently, his thoughts still on the conversation with Buffy.
 
"I'll come back later then," Wesley said as he realised he wasn't getting any sensible conversation out of the strangely distracted Angel.  Buffy's visits always drove Angel into deep brooding but this time it seemed to be punctuated with small smiles and oddly soft looks.  If Spike had been around Wesley would have been able to get the blond vampire's opinion of Angel's mood because it certainly puzzled him.
 
Angel barely noticed Wesley leaving as he tried again to figure out his attraction to Spike.  When Dru had first turned Spike Angelus had been pleased to have another male around, and maybe he had overreacted to Spike's devotion to Dru.  That didn't mean he had been attracted to the blond just that Spike was really good at getting under his skin.
 
After the Christmas card and Angel's confession that he still regarded Spike as family they had started hanging out together.  The normal arguments continued but there were more peaceful times, times when Angel felt like someone understood him without having to explain.  Then he found he was looking forward to those times and even making them happen.
 
Going out for a drink had been a new experience and had almost ended badly with Buffy turning up.  Angel still wasn't sure how it had ended up but he really had wanted Dawn to go back to Rome instead of stealing Spike away for a day shopping and catching up.
 
The day perked up when Spike sauntered in at lunch time.  He shut the door and sagged against it.  "Bloody woman is not human," he said, "she is like the shopper from hell.  It was so much easier when we just nicked stuff.  My hand hurts from signing your credit card so many times."
 
"My credit card?"
 
"You expected me to have one?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
 
"So you've finished now?"  Angel asked hopefully.
 
"Not by a long shot," Spike said.  "Just ran out of room in the car.  Dawn has taken all her loot upstairs, I took the chance to come in here and check."
 
"Check what?" Angel stopped himself squeaking as Spike walked over and straddled his hips.
 
"This." Spike kissed Angel hungrily.  Angel groaned and shoved his hands into Spike's hair.
 
"You really should condition your hair," Angel said when the kiss retreated to soft lip nibbles.
 
Spike looked at Angel quizzically and then shrugged.  A buzz from Angel's desk had Spike leaping not very gracefully out of Angel's lap to sprawl casually in a chair before Angel could even reach the intercom.
 
Angel's next appointment came in with Wesley and Angel had to sit through the entire meeting with Spike doing suggestive things with his tongue whenever Angel looked over.
 
Even though he was used to the behaviour between Angel and Spike, Wesley was very confused by the way Angel was reacting.  The dark vampire was shifting uncomfortably in his seat and every so often Wesley surprised a silly grin on Angel's face.  Giving up on getting any work done Wesley made the right noises to the client and ushered him out.
 
Wesley stuck his head back into the office to tell Angel the meeting would be rescheduled in time to see Angel and Spike nose to nose again.  There was no shouting this time and Angel had the strangest look on his face.  The two vampires turned to look at Wesley almost guiltily.
 
"Tomorrow at 2," Wesley said to Angel, "please be more attentive this time."
 
Angel smiled apologetically and Wesley left the office.  As he walked back to his office Wesley tried to figure out just what had seemed off about the scene he had walked into.  Angel and Spike were often nose to nose when they argued so that was normal, but holding hands wasn't... 
 
Wesley cast his mind back... yes they had been holding hands.  Not the wrestling grip that would suggest they were about to fight, but a casual clasping of hands that looked as if they didn't even know they were doing it.  Wesley quickly decided it wasn't any of his business unless Angel lost his soul again and Wesley trusted that Spike would deal with that problem if it arose.  Deciding not to think about anything arising in relation to either vampire Wesley headed for his office and a stiff scotch and immediately scrubbed another word out of his vocabulary.
 
Angel and Spike barely noticed Wesley leave except to confirm that the door was now shut.
 
"That tongue of yours should come with a federal warning," Angel said capturing the offending tongue in his own mouth.  For once Spike didn't bother to argue with Angel.  His teasing of the vampire during the meeting had made him as horny as Angel apparently was.
 
Backing Spike up against the desk Angel leant over and paged Harmony.  "Hold all my calls." He managed to pull his mouth free of Spike's for long enough to instruct his secretary.
 
Spike pulled Angel back into the kissing again, having already established how much they both enjoyed the activity.  Spike gave Angel a good shove and pushed the larger vampire across the room onto a sofa so he could straddle Angel's thighs and kiss at a better angle.
 
This also brought their cocks into close proximity and it didn't take Spike long to start taking advantage of that fact.
 
A shriek from outside in the lobby that had both vampires leaping to their feet and rushing outside, their mutual desire forgotten.  Leaving Angel's office at a run they skidded to a halt in confusion.
 
Dawn was sitting on the reception desk giggling like a school girl with Harmony.  A magazine lay open between them but appeared to be ignored for whatever was amusing them.
 
Harmony turned to stare at the two vampires and screamed with laughter again.
 
"What is going on?" Angel asked wearily.
 
"Nothing," Dawn giggled, "just girl talk."  Harmony nodded weakly behind her hands in agreement.
 
Dawn hopped off the desk, "ready for round two Spike?" she grinned at the look of resignation on the blond vampire's face, "see you later Harmony."
 
Dawn grabbed Spike and Angel backed into his office the speculative look on Harmony's face being too disconcerting to face.
 
The rest of the day dragged and Angel didn't even have the energy to kill a backsliding employee.  Finally he gave up pretending and headed up to his penthouse.  Everyone else appeared to have left for the day anyway.
 
 
Spike sat on Angel's bed nervously picking at his newly painted nails.  Dawn had gone out an hour or so earlier leaving Spike to his confusing thoughts.  He had dealt with her teasing all day as best he could just happy that she was alright with the idea of him and Angel as a couple.  More alright than he was really.
 
Sure Angel had been the centre of his universe in the early years but he had grown and changed.  He and Angel had been at loggerheads for so long now that it felt odd to not feel that so strongly anymore.
 
Thinking on Angel also raised the disturbing question of where things went next.  Spike wanted to do more, a lot more, with Angel but he wasn't sure how it was going to work.  Sure he knew how the mechanics worked but actually doing it with Angel... his mind was a complete blank.
 
"Where's Dawn?" Angel's voice broke through Spike's thoughts.
 
"Shit, don't sneak up on a bloke." Spike jumped off the bed nervously.  "She and Harmony have gone to see some band play."
 
"Dawn and Harmony?"
 
"Weird I know, but turns out they both like the same group and they were playing here tonight.  Ghost of the Robot or some such rot."
 
"Is it a good idea for Dawn to spend time with Harmony?"
 
"Harmony ain't so stupid as to let anything happen to the slayer's sister," Spike snorted.  "Oh and Dawn told Harmony about us so it will be all over the office by tomorrow."
 
Angel sighed then brightened, "that was Dawn's blackmail material, does this mean we can send her home now?"
 
Spike couldn't help laughing.  He had been worrying about Angel reacting to Harmony telling everyone and instead the big lug was planning how to get rid of Dawn.
 
Angel watched Spike laugh, struck again by just how beautiful the blond was when he relaxed and the joy flooded his face.  How beautiful and how hot.
 
Spike looked at Angel and was startled by the possessive heat in his eyes.  The expression went right to his groin and the grin on his face became more predatory.
 
"So Dawn is out for the evening?" Angel asked with a purr in his voice.
 
"Yep, so we can't be accused of corrupting her any more than she already is," Spike said.
 
Angel shrugged off his jacket and tie and kicked off his shoes.
 
"You hungry?" Spike asked him.
 
"Sure am," Angel replied with another heated look.
 
"For blood you pervert," Spike grinned.
 
"Later." Angel moved over to the bed and pushed Spike back so he could cover the smaller body with his own and kiss Spike hello properly.
 
"Much later," Spike agreed after he surfaced from under Angel's lips.  After that it was easy to get each other naked, clothing tossed aside to let hands reacquaint themselves with skin.
 
Finally naked Angel straddled Spike's legs and stared down at the lean body sprawled out in wanton abandon.  His eyes were drawn to the glistening bead on the tip of Spike's cock.  Reaching out he gathered it onto his finger and brought it to his mouth.
 
Spike was convinced at that moment that he had in fact come back to a different dimension as he watched Angel suck on the finger covered in his pre-cum.  All other rational thought left him when Angel bent down and licked the head of his cock.
 
It was like tasting Spike's blood for the first time and Angel knew he couldn't stop with just a taste.  Without giving himself time to think about what he was doing Angel leant down and licked across the slit.  Spike's enthusiastic hip thrust in reaction encouraged Angel to do it again.
 
Angel was licking his cock like a great big ice cream and Spike was pretty sure he was going to very quickly add to the topping with his own cream if Angel kept it up.
 
Angel was enjoying how much his actions were driving Spike wild.  He used one hand to keep his balance and started stroking his own cock as he continued to lap at Spike's.
 
Spike had had blow jobs before but this was Angel down there.  Angel's tongue and Angel's mouth wrapped around his head.  Spike bucked into Angel's mouth unable to contain his shock.
 
Angel's hand was working his own cock furiously as Spike thrust up deeper into his mouth.  He wasn't thinking about how wrong it should be because nothing had felt this good in a long time.  Spike's cock was filling his mouth and the taste and smell of Spike was filling his senses.
 
Angel was sucking his cock and Spike had an almost uncontrollable urge to beg Angel to fuck him.  He needed more, needed to feel Angel.  He didn't know if it would hurt and frankly he didn't give a toss.  As good as it was to have Angel's mouth around his cock he wanted Angel's cock in his arse and Angel's mouth back up with his.
 
Spike was pulling him up away from what he was doing.  He was going to protest but Spike's muttered request stopped him.  "What?"
 
"I want you to fuck me," Spike said with frustration.
 
"What, how?" Angel asked in panic.
 
"It hasn't been that long that you've forgotten have you?" Spike rolled his eyes.
 
"No," Angel said, "I just... we haven't talked about this..."
 
"What's to talk about?  You find some lube, slick up the monster prodding into my hip right now and shove it up my arse."
 
"Very romantic Spike," Angel replied, "and I don't think I have any lube."
 
Spike looked up at Angel in disbelief and horny desperation. "How can you not have any lube?"
 
"It's never been an issue," Angel confessed.
 
Spike racked his brains for a way around the problem.  There was no way he was letting Angel fuck him raw and he doubted the reliability of blood.  "Bar fridge," he declared with relief, "there's fresh cream in there, Dawn and I were having pina colada's earlier, stuffs really slick."
 
"Pina colada?" Angel frowned, "you were drinking with Dawn.  How do you know cream is slick?"
 
Spike snorted.  "Niblet's an adult and I spilt some.  Now get that arse into gear and get back here quickly."
 
Angel decided to listen to Spike for once since his dick was definitely in favour of the idea.
 
When Angel got back Spike was on his hands and knees with his butt in the air.  Angel's dick once again agreed with Spike's idea even as Angel doubted that it could get into the tiny puckered opening.
 
Eager to try Angel knelt on the bed behind Spike and poured some of the cream into the crack of his arse.  Spike yelped at the coldness but didn't protest as Angel ran one finger through the cream and teased across his opening.
 
Adding some more cream Angel carefully pushed one finger into Spike's tightness.  It amazed him how tight it was and yet how Spike stretched to accommodate his questing finger.
 
Spike wasn't sure how Angel was going to get any more in there he felt so full from just one finger.  It burned a bit but his cock seemed quite happy with what Angel was doing so he started to stroke it which seemed to help.
 
Angel added another finger when Spike started to push back against the first.  He was tempted to stroke his own cock in time with Spike's movements but wasn't sure how much he could take and he really wanted to be inside Spike when he came... inside Spike... it was still a strange concept.
 
Even though Spike was taking two fingers easily Angel still couldn't see how his cock was going to fit.  Using more cream he added a third finger and Spike swore.
 
"Shit." Spike couldn't believe that Angel had three fingers inside him because it felt like Angel was using a baseball bat.  Then one finger brushed something and Spike saw stars.  "Do that again," he ordered.
 
"Do what?"
 
"Whatever it was that you did then.  Fuck... yeah there." Spike impaled himself on Angel's fingers to get more contact with whatever it was that felt so good.
 
Angel felt a small nub of flesh and watched as Spike's cock started to leak when he massaged it.  Hurriedly Angel poured cream onto his desperate cock and positioned it at the entry to Spike's body.  Slowly Angel withdrew his fingers to Spike's evident displeasure.
 
Spike couldn't believe Angel was pulling out just when things were getting interesting.  He was going to swear when he felt something much larger start to press in.  Much, much larger in fact.
 
"Jesus... bloody... hell," Spike said through gritted teeth.  Angel froze worried he was really hurting Spike.  "Don't you bloody dare stop now," Spike said.
 
Slowly and carefully Angel pressed forward conscious of how tight Spike was and how amazing it felt.
 
If Spike had thought Angel had been using a baseball bat earlier he had been wrong.  This invasion was splitting him apart but he wanted Angel to find that spot again so he was damned it he wanted to stop.  His body tried to force the intruder out and suddenly Angel slipped inside and embedded completely in Spike.
 
Angel stilled and ran his hands along Spike's hips as if he was calming a nervous animal.
 
Finally Spike relaxed enough to feel Angel's hands on his body and he moved experimentally.  It didn't feel particularly good but it didn't feel bad either, just really full.
 
Angel gritted his teeth as Spike began to move.  The tightness surrounding his cock was something he had never experienced before.  The shaft and head were totally sheathed and every move that Spike made dragged across sensitive skin and threatened his fragile control.
 
"Bloody move," Spike said thrusting his hips to punctuate his words.
 
"If I do it will all be over," Angel replied still trying to gather his control.
 
Spike grinned at the confession bizarrely pleased to be the one driving Angel to distraction.  Carefully Angel started to thrust his hips just pulling out the smallest amount as he regained control.  He leant over Spike so he could reach Spike's neglected cock as he thrust.
 
The change of angle found the spot again and when Angel's hand wrapped around his cock Spike found he was unable to decide whether to push forward into Angel's grip or press back onto the cock impaling him.  So he decided to do both and get a rhythm going.
 
Picking up on Spike's movements Angel began to thrust harder enjoying the way Spike's cock slid through his hand and the way Spike's muscles were beginning to ripple around his own.
 
Angel was slamming into him harder and harder now and Spike couldn't get enough.  "You have to feel this to believe it," he managed to say. "It is bloody incredible."
 
"Feels pretty incredible from here," Angel replied thrusting faster.  He could feel his orgasm building and this time he didn't want to stop it.
 
"Gonna cum if you don't slow down," Spike said as Angel continued to hit his sweet spot and fist his cock.
 
"Good," Angel said, "cum with me."
 
Spike hadn't thought he could get any more aroused but Angel's words went straight to his cock and he quickly covered Angel's hand with cum.  Angel felt Spike's cock pulse and slick his hand.
 
Spike's arse clenched around Angel's cock as he rode out the spasms of orgasm and Angel flooded Spike's bowels with his own release.  Spike collapsed onto the bed and Angel followed rolling over slightly so he didn't land on top of the blond.
 
"You really have to experience that," Spike said as he came down from his high.
 
"You just want to fuck me," Angel chuckled.
 
"Of course I bloody do and you will love it, trust me."
 
To Angel's surprise he realised he did trust Spike and he did want Spike to fuck him.  Just as soon as they got rid of Dawn he decided when he heard the next room door slam.