Angel slumped in his chair unable to concentrate on his work
again.
It had been two days since he had last been to Desire and had last seen
Spike.
The office had been a strange place to be in with Gunn and Wesley
avoiding each other and Angel going quiet every time anyone mentioned
Spike. Fred was completely confused and Lorne would just look at
the three of them and pour himself another drink.
Angel didn't understand his reactions to Spike. He couldn't deny
the pleasure he had experienced during the two sessions at Desire but
he
had not known it was Spike and not that he did it freaked him out.
Angel didn't feel gay and he didn't think he was gay. Having his
cock sucked when tied to the bed had felt amazing but when he closed
his
eyes to relive it now it was Spike he saw kneeling over his body,
Spike's
irritating mouth wrapped around his cock.
That was all it took to make him so hard it hurt and he would find
himself running out of meetings babbling foolish excuses to rush up to
his penthouse and jerk his cock to completion.
Sucking cock, sucking Spike's cock had been another ball game. He
had known from the outset what he was getting into. He had
enjoyed
the feeling of being restrained and once he had become accustomed to
the
dildo stretching his arse it had felt good as well.
But watching Gunn and Wesley together and then seeing Spike jerking off
in that alley... Angel knew he liked to watch but had never consciously
watched other men before. And it was hot, really hot to watch.
Seeing Gunn thrust his thick dark cock into the tiny puckered hole of
the
slave boy and push the soft eager lips over Wesley's cock he had wanted
to walk into that room and join them. He had wanted Wesley's lips
around his cock, Gunn's hands on his body.
Turning and sharing a moment of perfect clarity with Spike had been
like
a splash of cold reality. He had seen the same desire in Spike's
eyes to be in that room with the other two and he had suddenly wondered
what it would be like to kiss Spike.
Shock had immediately followed desire and if he hadn't been so
determined
to get out of the room Angel would have been offended by how quickly
Spike fled.
Now he didn't know what he wanted or whom he wanted. He knew he
was
going to go back to Desire soon but what would happened when he did...
* * * * *
Gunn finally got his head together enough to seek Wesley out and settle
what had happened between them.
Wesley looked up when Gunn entered his office but did not say anything
waiting for the other man to speak.
"About what happened..." Gunn began uncomfortably not meeting Wesley's
gaze, "what you said afterwards we haven't really discussed it."
"I did not think there was anything to discuss," Wesley answered
calmly,
"have you come to accept my proposal?"
Gunn finally looked at Wesley, he had come to tell the Englishman that
it
had just been a one off thing nothing to be taken seriously but... now
his
throat was dry and his cock was hard from just looking at the
man.
Gunn realised there was only one answer he could give.
Gunn sank to his knees in front of Wesley's desk his eyes on the floor
and his hands linked behind his neck.
Wesley observed his actions in silence, finished what he was doing at
his
desk and then stood and walked out from behind it.
He walked right around the kneeling man without saying a word watching
how Gunn strained to keep position and follow his movements at the same
time.
Wesley stopped in front of Gunn, "you realise what you are doing, what
you are giving to me?"
Gunn nodded without lifting his head.
Wesley lifted his foot and caressed Gunn's groin, "you will be giving
me
full ownership of your body, all rights to your pleasure and
needs.
Your only focus will be on my pleasure and needs, I will be your
master."
Gunn shivered at the word that he had spent much of his angry youth
hating and striking out against but stayed in position.
"Look up," Wesley commanded forcing Gunn to meet his gaze, "if you
choose
to do this there will be no backing out. Once we make this
contract
it will be binding no matter what your lawyer mind comes up with,
understand?"
Wordlessly Gunn nodded again.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Wesley told him.
Confused Gunn obeyed and Wesley smiled with approval and then looked
stern again.
"What ever I want to do you will let me," Wesley continued, "your mouth
your tongue, your whole body including your cock is mine."
Wesley unzipped his trousers and stroked his cock to full hardness
through the fabric of his underwear. He moved forward until his
crotch was millimetres from Gunn's outstretched tongue.
"Lick it," he ordered, "just with the tip of your tongue."
Gunn stretched his tongue out and just managed to touch the thickening
shaft. He ran it up from the base to just below the tip
hesitating
from tasting the slight wetness that had seeped through on the head.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Wesley asked coldly. He reached down
and
captured Gunn's tongue between two fingers pulling on it painfully,
"this
is mine now remember," he warned before releasing the flesh.
Gunn immediately flicked the tip of his tongue across the head of
Wesley's cock.
"Good," Wesley praised, "Now hold it there." Wesley pulled down
his
underwear and released his straining cock letting it slap gently onto
Gunn's tongue.
Grasping the shaft loosely Wesley began long strokes making sure the
head
never lost contact with Gunn's tongue.
"You will never sit in my presence when we are alone, your mouth will
always be available to me," Wesley explained the rules to Gunn as he
jerked off, "you will learn to keep your back passage clean and oiled
for
me. You will obey my commands without complaint, you will not
meet
my gaze or speak without my permission," Wesley continued in a
conversational tone, "if I call you into my office you will find a way
to
kneel before me no matter who is in here. You will keep your cock
hard in my presence but you will only cum on my word."
Gunn began to shiver with desire as Wesley explained the rules to him
his
eyes fixed firmly on the hand and cock in front of his face.
"Don't swallow and keep your mouth open," Wesley ordered as he felt his
orgasm build then he shot his cum into Gunn's mouth milking his shaft
until it was empty.
Wesley wiped the last drop onto Gunn's parted lips and stared down at
the
powerful man kneeling at his feet. He could tell Gunn was
straining
not to swallow and gag on the thick salty liquid.
"Very good," Wesley praised, "swallow now and then lick me clean," when
Gunn's tongue was back on his cock Wesley continued his instructions,
"we
will have most of your training at Desire since they have everything
set
up there but for now I expect you to be at my apartment Friday night
straight after work. You will strip naked as soon as you enter
and
kneel to await my instructions. You are not allowed to cum before
then and maybe not then either it will depend entirely on me."
Wesley tucked his cock away and zipped his pants back up. Then he
returned to his desk.
"Are we agreed?" he asked the still kneeling man, "you may speak."
"Yes... master Wesley," Gunn answered in submission.
"Very good, you may go now," Wesley instructed turning his attention
back
to his work.
Gunn got up off his knees and returned to his own office. His
cock
was rigid in his pants and he was desperate to touch it but he was
determined to obey.
He was still shocked by his response to Wesley's mastery but it
connected
to a part of his psyche that he could not ignore any longer. It
felt right to submit to the Englishman and his mind dwelt on what the
upcoming Friday would bring...
* * * * *
Spike twitched nervously this was his first real scene at Desire and
already he was feeling uncomfortable. It had seemed like such a
good idea to begin with until he was handed the bundle of leather that
was supposed to be his costume.
He was grateful at least that it was a straightforward seduction scene
and not any sort of submission or domination role and that he got to
wear
a cloak for most of it because his arse was feeling really exposed.
* * * * *
Exhausted Spike sank into the sofa in the staff area, sexual
role-playing
was hard work and not that arousing when it was with a stranger.
He
was just grateful that the scent of fearful arousal had been enough to
get him started.
"Spike..." Angel's voice caused Spike to leap up violently giving the
elder
vampire a full view of his non-existent costume.
"What?" Spike demanded when Angel just stood there staring.
"What?" Angel shook off his shock at seeing Spike naked but for a few
strategically placed strips of leather, "why are you working here full
time?" Angel demanded without preamble.
"Can earn a good living," Spike replied defensively, standing his
ground
despite an overwhelming urge to hide behind the sofa.
"As what?" Angel could not tear his eyes away from Spike's pale body,
"a
whore?"
Spike growled at Angel's accusation, "pays the bills and I get to have
sex," he retaliated angrily.
"You had a job with Wolfram & Hart," Angel retorted.
"And just how much did that pay?" Spike flung back leaving Angel
nonplussed, "didn't matter when I was a ghost and that Lindsey bloke
picked up the tab for a while until you sent him to a hell
dimension."
"You could have..." Angel stammered.
"Have what?" Spike challenged, "Asked you?"
"What about the case?" Angel managed to come back.
"Doesn't change, can still let you know what I find out," Spike
answered,
"but this way I actually earn something," he glared at Angel daring the
dark vampire to say anything.
Angel stood speechless at a loss to know what to do next. When
Eve
had mentioned employing Spike full time he had been so angry at the
blond
that he had to stopped to think and had simply gone hunting.
He knew how irrational it seemed to react to what Spike was doing and
he
couldn't really explain it to himself. But every time he thought
of
Spike doing to others what they had shared he got angrier and
angrier.
But Spike had backed him into a corner with the money question and he
didn't know how to get out of it.
Spike shivered as Angel's hungry gaze swept over his body and took a
deep
breath when the elder vampire spun around and left. He suddenly
had
a strong desire to shower and get changed.
* * * * *
Several weeks past and Spike settled into his new job. He soon
found that selling his body for sex was more complicated than he
expected
and easier than he anticipated. The clients were often paying for
his attention as much as his body.
Mistress Eve never scheduled him for the extreme dom/sub scenes and he
began popular with several clients that wanted seduction and sex.
He played William for some of them and Spike for others and so far had
only had to top the few male clients that requested him.
He also realised how different it was to his last two actual
relationships. There was honesty to the transactions that felt
cleaner than his relationship with Buffy and there was no domination
issues as there had been with Dru.
While he might have to play a role for them it was no worse than the
roles he seemed to have played all of his existence. And
backstage
with the other staff he was able to relax and be himself which made all
of it worthwhile. None of the others had any preconceived ideas
of
him most of them had never heard of William the Bloody and being a
vampire was just another commodity on the job.
It still felt wrong sometimes to have sex with someone he was not
attracted to. Before the chip and his soul Spike had been picky
about the humans he fed off, preferring certain physical types if
possible and only eating others if there was no choice.
Sex with men had an illicit thrill to it but left him feeling even
emptier than with the women. He had accepted that he could be
sexually aroused by men and was impressed by how much cock a human male
could swallow.
He kept up with events at Wolfram & Hart through Wesley and Gunn
who
had become regular visitors to Desire. He had not asked
specifically about Angel and, with nothing to report about the sabotage
that seemed to have settled down, had no contact with the dark
vampire.
Spike had been a little bit shocked to see how easily Gunn had embraced
the submissive role. He was not surprised by Wesley most watchers
had control issues and a ruthlessness that Spike admired when it was
not
directed at him.
He had slipped into the adjoining room several times to watch Gunn's
training finding it an incredible turn on. He had nearly died
again
when Wesley had requested his presence in the room to help with
Gunn.
Wesley had used Spike's cock to gag Gunn while he fucked the lawyer for
the first time. Spike had been a bit worried about teeth but
Wesley
had trained Gunn well and he was treated to one of the best blow jobs
he
had ever experienced.
Spike got ready for another scene with a new client; the request was
for
normal clothing and a seduction. The client had requested a bit
of
rough so Spike gelled his hair hard and repainted his black nail polish
adding some chunky silver jewellery that Victor lent him.
He wished again for a mirror to show him how he looked but the
appreciative whistles from the gang went a long way to reassure the
insecure blond.
Spike entered the scenario room to find candles and firelight
reflecting
on the face of Angel sitting in a wing backed chair.
"What the bloody hell?" Spike halted in the doorway.
"This is what you do now," Angel smirked, "so I have hired you for the
entire night."
"You have got to be joking?" Spike glared at Angel.
"I've heard good things about you from other clients," Angel sneered,
"thought it was time I got some more of that hot mouth of yours," he
replied cruelly.
Spike glowered half tempted to turn and walk out until he noticed the
nervous tap of Angel's left foot. Instead Spike decided to call
Angel's bluff and see how far he was willing to go.
"Alright then," Spike stepped into the room and closed the door, "you
ordered the seduction package didn't you?"
Angel fought to stay still as Spike stalked forward to rest his hands
on
the arms of the chair and lean in close.
"How do you want to be seduced," Spike whispered into Angel's neck,
"like
a reluctant virgin or a hardened john?" he pushed back to stand in
front
of the fire as he let his leather jacket drop to the ground revealing
the
skin tight black tee shirt underneath.
Angel sat mesmerised by the way the shirt hugged Spike's frame until he
realised the blond was waiting for instructions.
"You're the professional I'm not paying you to ask questions," Angel
managed to reply harshly.
Spike stilled briefly at the response but then rose to the challenge in
Angel's eyes and smiled calmly.
"Right then," before Angel could respond Spike peeled his tee shirt off
and Angel was caught by the play of firelight over the pale skin.
Spike let the fire warm his skin for a few moments stretching and
turning
to show off his body.
Angel's hand tensed around the stem of the brandy glass he was
pretending
to sip from and he brought it to his lips to conceal the tension in his
body.
Spike moved in closer and snagged the glass from Angel's suddenly
nerveless fingers and took a sip before returning it. Letting the
brandy warm his mouth before swallowing Spike leant in and let his lips
brush across Angel's neck.
Spike stood upright again as Angel's arms rose involuntarily to touch
Spike. He moved back into the firelight and began running his
hands
down his own body.
Angel felt slightly foolish for reaching out for Spike but forgot as
the
room seemed to heat up and his gaze was captured by what Spike was
doing. Fluttering caresses of pale skin, fingertips rolling dusky
pink nipples teasing them to hard peaks.
Angel took another bigger sip of brandy as Spike's hands skimmed across
his hard belly and ran along the waistband of his jeans just dipping
below the fabric.
Smiling Spike let his hands slip past his waistband and ran them down
the
denim of his jeans until he was bent forward almost in half.
Slowly
he went into a crouch and untied his bootlaces keeping his gaze fixed
firmly on Angel.
It was becoming easier to flirt with the bigger vampire seeing the
barely
concealed reaction to his movements.
He stood upright again and toed off his boots with practiced ease then
turned to present his back to Angel looking over his shoulder with
smouldering eyes.
"The jeans," Angel finally spoke, "lose them."
Spike raised one eyebrow at Angel's husky tone and found his own
arousal
lifted another notch. Suddenly shy Spike unbuttoned his jeans
with
his back to Angel and let them slip down off his hips slowly.
Angel didn't think anything could get him harder than he already was
until he watched the black denim slowly slide down impossibly pale
limbs
revealing a firm rounded backside and exposing the dark cleft with a
dimple at the top.
Spike kicked his jeans free and spun around quickly to kneel at Angel's
feet.
"This where you want me then," he looked up at the taciturn brunette
and
ran his hand up Angel's legs to rest on his thighs grateful for the
shadows that hid just how hard his cock was.
Angel looked down at Spike who somehow managed to look in control in
such
a submissive position. Things were not going the way he planned,
he
had thought to confront Spike humiliate him and get rid of the nagging
ache that filled him every time he thought of the irritating blond.
He was supposed to be in control to force Spike to admit he had made
the
wrong choice and beg to come back to Wolfram & Hart. Angel
had
even intended to offer Spike a wage for his services but now he didn't
even know what services he wanted Spike to perform.
Spike's deft fingers unbuttoned Angel's shirt and slipped inside
splaying
out to touch as much flesh as possible. Pulling the fabric free
of
Angel's pants Spike skimmed his fingers across the soft belly brushing
over the soft hairs that disappeared under the waistband.
Angel shivered and his hips bucked up against the gentle touch trying
to
beg without words for those fingers to move lower and ease the ache.
Spike smiled at Angel's response and pushed his hands upward to tease
across Angel's nipples instead. This time he let his fingers
scratch lightly across the tiny nubs noting the hiss of pleasure that
escaped from Angel's lips.
Angel was not sure when Spike had undone the buttons of his shirt but
he
did not resist when it was pushed off his shoulders.
When those same deft fingers finally moved back down to his hips Angel
let his head fall back and closed his eyes. He wanted to recreate
the sensations from the first time and be able to imagine the same
reverent touch.
Spike watched the unguarded emotions flit across Angel's face as he ran
his fingers under the waistband and hooked the first button free.
He rested his palm against the straining erection liking the way it
jumped against his touch.
Angel lifted his hips enough for Spike to slide his pants down keeping
his eyes closed and letting the sensations wash over him.
Gentle puffs of air blew across his shaft and then small kisses were
placed there wetting the silk and sending a shiver up his spine.
Spike suckled Angel's cock through the silk enjoying the texture and
the
small involuntary noises Angel made. He knew Angel has arranged
this to humiliate him but he decided to make the most of it knowing it
couldn't keep happening.
Spike slipped one hand into the boxers and pulled Angel's cock
free. Before Angel could react he took the head into his mouth
and
swallowed as much of the shaft as he could.
The mouth around Angel's cock seemed to know exactly what he liked and
Angel found it easy to recapture the feelings of reverence he had felt
the first time.
Spike used one hand to knead Angel's balls in his palm feeling their
heaviness. He let one finger drift down to tease around the
puckered skin hidden there just pushing slightly inside.
Angel's eyes sprung open at the contact and he looked down at Spike in
shock only to be disarmed by the look of pleasure on Spike's face.
All the sensation was too much and Angel came down Spike's throat with
a
yell still staring Spike directly in the eyes.
Spike saw the unguarded surprise in Angel's eyes and realised he had
shown too much to the elder vampire.
He got to his feet and threw his jacket over his naked form. He headed
for the door before Angel could struggle to his feet.
"Spike wait," Angel called out.
"You're not fucking me Angel, no matter what you paid," Spike
retaliated
and Angel stopped in his tracks as the blond vanished out the door.
"I just wanted you to stay," Angel finished in confusion.
TBC...
Will the boys ever get past their misunderstandings and admit their new
feelings for each other?
One more game and we will see.