Spike called in sick to Desire as well and went on an old fashioned
bender, flirting with every girl that crossed his path and finding
himself flirting with every tall dark male that he came across as
well.
Disgusted with his behaviour he staggered off home alone and refused to
remember his dreams of a naked Angel tied to his bed when he finally
regained consciousness.
* * * * *
Angel stayed at his desk until he couldn't see straight and dragged his
exhausted body to bed. It wasn't enough to grant him dreamless
sleep and he woke with a raging hard on and the memory of Spike on his
lips.
He found himself on the doorstep of Desire the next night but could
only
bring himself to sit in the lounge and have a few drinks. He
avoided seeing Mistress Eve, took one of the girls into a back room but
barely managed an erection and left without finishing.
* * * * *
Spike slunk into Desire the following night still hung over but
determined to forget what had happened and finish the case.
Once all the scenes were set and everyone was busy Spike headed for the
staff locker room intent on breaking into every locker before the night
was over.
It took a long time and he found several interesting things but nothing
to indicate a saboteur or someone taking bribes.
Frustrated Spike decided to volunteer for the blood room just to work
off
some aggression and for the rare taste of blood fresh from the vein.
He wasn't fond of the blood room finding the kind of person who wanted
to
be bitten sad and pathetic. It also reminded him of Riley and
Sunnydale and without realising it he found himself drawn to a raw
boned
young man with a military haircut.
The boy was nervous and his fear added to Spike's pleasure but he found
it impossible to truly scare the human even though he felt he
should. Instead he held the boy gently and didn't take a lot,
stopping when the boy sagged against him and he could feel the erection
pushing against his thigh.
Pulling back from the embrace Spike frowned at the dazed look of
pleasure, "you shouldn't be doing this," he scolded the boy.
"What?" the boy was slow to come out of the high from the feeding.
"It's stupid to let a vampire near your neck," Spike growled, "one day
one of them won't stop and then you'll be dead."
The boy blinked at Spike's vehemence and pressed up against him.
Spike snorted with disgust and pushed the boy away leaving the room
quickly. He slipped out into a back alley for a cigarette
desperate
to get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth.
"Stupid," he scolded himself, "what the mighty William the Bloody has
become, can't even get any enjoyment out of feeding off the willing,
turning into the bleeding poof I am. Fuck!" he cursed as his mind was
drawn back to Angel, "man wish I had something to kill."
He decided to go and find Mistress Eve and see if she wanted his help
on
an S&M scene, he could really handle beating the shit out of
someone.
* * * * *
Angel wasn't sure why he was back at Desire again; none of the other
clients he had encountered had any connection to the demon consortium
according to what Wesley and Gunn could find out.
He decided to go and see Mistress Eve and discuss the situation with
her
as it was obvious that nothing was happening.
* * * * *
They reached the corridor to Eve's office at the same time and both
stopped in their tracks.
"Peaches," Spike nodded deciding to play it cool.
"Spike," Angel returned the nod with the same cool.
"Gonna see Mistress Eve then?"
"Yes, you?"
"Yep."
They both stood staring stupidly at each other until they both reached
up
to knock at the same time. They both stopped and stared at each
other then Spike made an exaggerated bow allowing Angel to knock.
Angel frowned at Spike's mockery and opened his mouth to say something
scathing but the door opened effectively shutting them both up.
Eve stood in the doorway smiling at them both, "gentlemen good to see
you."
"Eve," Spike took her hand and kissed it gallantly.
Angel glared at Spike but followed suit.
"I am about to take a tour of the club would you both join me?" she
swept
out of the office leaving them both to follow.
They turned to follow, bumped shoulders in their haste to be first,
glared at each other then hurried to catch up with Eve who was paying
no
attention to their antics.
Mistress Eve moved like a queen through her domain with her faithful
lieutenants one step behind (only because they couldn't both walk
beside
her and neither was prepared to step back). She nodded to various
clients who greeted her and stopped to observe in each room they
passed.
Finally they stopped outside a room without an external window and they
entered. Inside was a simple room dominated by a large
mirror. Eve walked over to the mirror and flipped a switch to
reveal it was a two-way looking into the room next door.
* * * * *
Wesley had halted his progress at the door he was certain he had seen
Gunn enter. His slave boy crouched at his feet waiting for Wesley
to decide what to do.
Curiosity got too much for him and Wesley pushed open the door and
peered
in. As kinks went it seemed rather tame to Wesley, Gunn was
leaning
against a wall while a beautiful white woman knelt at his feet sucking
his cock.
Wesley was impressed by the size of Gunn's erection and by how much the
woman was managing to take down her throat. Then he noticed one
of
the woman's hands was wrapped around a substantial erection of her own
poking out from under the short leather mini-skirt she wore.
Wesley's eyebrows rose at the realisation and he quietly slipped into
the
room and settled in a chair to watch the action.
Gunn's eyes were closed his hands wrapped in the blond tresses of the
shemale at his feet encouraging her to take more of his meat into her
mouth. He opened his eyes to look down at the vision of cocked
womanliness, face, lips and breasts all woman but the long thin cock
and
smooth waxed balls all male.
Gunn caught a glimpse of a seated figure across the room and raised his
gaze to meet Wesley's. Gunn's look of shock was almost comical
and
he froze in place halting the movement of the shemale over his cock.
"Don't stop on my account," Wesley spoke pulling his slave around to
crouch between his legs, "I am finding this very interesting, please
continue," his request sounded almost like an order.
Gunn could not have stopped at this point if his life depended on it
and
the tone of command in Wesley's voice was a bit of a turn on as
well.
Gunn moved her head slowly fucking her mouth wanting to make a real
show
of it for Wesley who was watching intently.
Wesley pulled his own cock free and absently pushed his slave's face
down
into his groin. His slave obediently took his entire cock into a
willing mouth but it was Gunn that Wesley fixed his gaze on, Gunn whose
face he was fucking.
It was too much for Gunn and he shot his load down the throat of the
shemale his knees nearly giving out with the intensity. She
stroked
her own cock to completion as she swallowed everything Gunn had to
offer,
catching it in one hand and bringing it up to her lush red lips to
drink
down as she let Gunn's cock slip free.
"Shit," Gunn couldn't believe what he was watching his cock beginning
to
twitch again. Gunn let his body slide down the wall to a seated
position as the shemale tucked herself away and sashayed out of the
room.
Gunn watched as Wesley fucked the face of his slave boy, his thing for
shemales as far as he had gone with the whole gay thing but the sight
of
the pert buttocks of the slave clenching in time with Wesley's thrusts
was getting him hard all over again.
"Gunn, come here," Wesley directly softly and the big man found he
obeyed
without thinking. Too shaky to stand Gunn simply crawled across
the
room stopping behind the small slave.
Wesley reached around and pulled the butt plug free of the slave's arse
under Gunn's avid gaze.
Spike and Angel stood dumbfounded behind the two-way mirror and watched
as Gunn placed his hands on the slave's shoulders and lined up on the
boy's pucker. At an approving nod from Wesley Gunn pressed
forward
and sheathed his cock in the tight passage.
Gunn's thrust pushed the boy's mouth further onto Wesley's cock pinning
him between the two men.
Wesley and Gunn kept their eyes on each other as they alternated their
thrusts using the boy like a toy for their own desires.
"They would look magnificent together," Eve commented to Angel and
Spike
breaking the spell the scene had over both vampires.
"I didn't realise they... they were..." Angel stammered.
"Desire brings out many things clients don't realise," Eve replied
significantly, "I don't think they knew themselves until now."
"Bloody hell," Spike breathed, "he's magnificent."
Angel glared at Spike struck by the unexpected sensation of jealousy at
Spike appreciating another male, "who Spike?" he couldn't stop himself
from asking.
Spike blinked, startled out of his trance by Angel's words, "wot?" he
said defensively.
"Who's magnificent?" Angel pressed feeling like he was heading directly
for a train crash but unable to stop.
"Nobody," Spike denied, if he had been human he would have blushed at
being caught out, "what you staring at anyway?" he retorted
belligerently.
"Nothing," Angel hissed. They were interrupted by Eve's cough of
displeasure.
As one they bowed apologetically to Eve and turned back to the
action. This time it was Angel who could not hold back a whimper
at
the sight of Gunn lifting the slave up by the legs so he could stand
and
continue to fuck the boy. The slave was balancing his hands on
Wesley's thighs and allowing Gunn to move him up and down over Wesley's
cock.
A word from Wesley and Gunn stopped pulling free of the boy and placing
him gently on the ground. Then Wesley reached out and stroked
Gunn's cock glistening from the oil that had slicked the boy's channel
and his own pre-cum.
Gunn bucked into Wesley's hand his own hands reaching out for Wesley
for
balance.
More quiet words and Gunn placed his hands behind his head clasping
them
tight to keep them in place.
Wesley continued to stroke Gunn's cock, apparently fascinated by the
size
and texture he ran a thumb over the sensitive head and used his other
hand to roll the heavy balls around.
The anguish on Gunn's face showed how close he was to orgasm but Wesley
kept up with the gentle exploration as Gunn's legs began to quiver from
the strain of holding off his release.
Finally Wesley began to use firmer strokes and tightened his
grip.
He pulled Gunn's cock downward until it was pointing at the face of the
still prone slave.
The flinch on Gunn's face told the watching vampires that the movement
was just on the right side of painful. A sharp nod from Wesley
was
all it took for Gunn to shoot his cum over the upturned face of the
ecstatic slave.
Some of the cum splattered onto Wesley's shoe and he looked
disapprovingly at Gunn. To everyone's amazement Gunn dropped
instantly to his knees and licked the droplets off.
By the look on Wesley's face Gunn's actions had pushed his arousal up
another notch.
Angel and Spike strained to hear what Wesley said but the soundproofing
between the rooms was better than vampire hearing.
His orders were pretty obvious when Gunn picked up the pliant slave and
impaled him on Wesley's cock.
Wesley sat back and allowed Gunn to ride the slave on him. The
slave's cock was almost purple in the cage it was restrained in and the
remains of Gunn's release still dripped from his face onto the floor
under him.
A cry from Wesley had Gunn lifting the boy off and turning him around
to
accept another benediction of cum.
"Bloody hell," Spike adjusted his too tight jeans and turned from the
mirror.
"Shit," Angel rested his head against the glass for a moment to collect
himself.
Eve had made herself comfortable on one of the chairs in the room and
had
been watching the responses of Angel and Spike to the action more than
the action itself.
Angel and Spike exchanged one look of complete understanding with each
other before they realised what they were doing and their defences went
up again.
"I've got to get back to work," Spike burst out. Remembering his
manners he bowed over Eve's hand and then fled the room.
"Can we talk tomorrow?" Angel asked unable to look at Eve and he backed
out of the room without waiting for an answer leaving the highly amused
Mistress behind.
Angel headed for his car not looking at anyone in his path his cock so
hard he thought it was going to break.
As he was about to get into his car Angel looked up and into the
alleyway
that ran behind the club. His gaze was instantly fixed on the
slender figure standing highlighted by an open door unaware of the
clear
view he was giving to anyone looking down the alley.
Spike had barely made it outside before he had to pull his cock free of
his jeans. Watching Gunn submit to Wesley with such abandon had
turned Spike on more than anything except having Angel tied
spreadeagled
on a bed.
Seeing the strong man take the boy so confidently and then kneel at the
watcher's feet so willingly had triggered an incredible surge of desire
in Spike and he didn't want to wait even to find a willing body to get
himself off in. The front of his jeans was already damp with
pre-cum and he was incredibly grateful for the fact they were black
when
he had hurried through the club.
It did not take long for Spike to peak after every thing he had seen, a
few strokes and he was shooting cum onto the alley cobbles. He
rested against the wall for a moment the images from the room still
vivid
in his mind absently stroking his cock as he came down from the intense
orgasm.
Angel stood transfixed as Spike jerked himself off with frantic
abandon. The light spilling out of the open doorway illuminated
the
blond hair and highlighted the sharp cheekbones.
But Angel's attention was drawn back to the loosely fisted hand and the
long hard shaft enclosed there. Any doubts about the identity of
the cock he had sucked were ripped away and his mouth watered with the
memory.
Angel swallowed in time with the spurts of cum as they struck the
ground
and he fought the urge to pull his own demanding erection free.
Spike finally tucked his cock back in his jeans absently licking up the
few drops of cum that had fallen onto his hand.
"Shit," Angel breathed at the unknown eroticism of the act and Spike
froze.
Startled blue eyes met panicked brown briefly and then Angel threw
himself bodily into his car and sped off.
Angel couldn't believe he had just shot his load into his pants like a
school boy just from the sight of Spike licking cum off his hand.
How he was going to face Spike now he didn't know, the blond was sure
to
harass him at every chance he got. Obviously Spike had been
waiting
for the right moment to spring Angel's humiliation on the others, Angel
groaned at the thought of how the others would react to Spike's
stories.
Spike leant against the wall in shock. Angel had seen him jacking
off in a dirty alleyway with his pants around his ankles. If he
wasn't already dead he would have died right then. And he had
licked his own cum off his hand as well!
There was no way Spike was going back to Wolfram & Hart now.
He
could have handled seeing Wesley and Gunn, had been looking forward to
it
in fact. The subtle jokes and innuendo would have kept him
entertained for weeks. But there was no way he could look Angel
in
the eyes after this.
He wondered if Eve would consider hiring him for real, he had enjoyed
his
time at Desire and liked the people who worked there. At least he
would be earning a real living and not relying on others for his
existence.
Spike tucked himself away and went back into the club to talk to
Mistress
Eve about a job.
TBC...