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Spike barreled into his office, completely unaware of any of his surroundings as he kept his eyes locked in a gaze of… Angel wasn’t sure. A confused and mildly annoyed Angel narrowed his eyes and mentally raised his hackles, suspecting a fight.
Angel put down the paper he had in his hand, standing up as Spike closed in, “What the hell is it this ti-”. Angel was cut off as Spike stalked up to him and whipped his belt off in one fluid motion, using some vamp style mo-jo to aid in the slick maneuver. Angel settled a solid hold on Spike’s wrist, looking up at him with genuine concern because hey, they’d both had sex with other people under magical circumstances! Why else would Spike be doing what he was obviously about to do?
“Spike, I-” Angel cleared his throat, throwing a nervous glance at the open door behind Spike. “What the hell is going on, Spike? We don’t do this anymore.”
Spike’s gaze steadily lifted from where Angel’s soft cock would be resting underneath his business slacks to Angel’s face, eyebrow quirked in confusion and slight concern. Spike’s eyes cut right through Angel, they were fiery and dead fucking serious. Angel, Angelus, had seen this side of Spike before. Spike wanted it, he wanted it so bad he couldn’t take it anymore and had to march right up to your office to receive it, however you saw fit. He craved it.
Spike could tell when it all clicked for Angel. He smirked sinisterly to himself as he dipped down to his knees, working at Angel’s button and fly with nimble fingers, careful to not apply any pressure where it was wanted. The suddenly lust-filled CEO of Wolfram and Hart gave another glance to his open office door, then back at Spike who was now beginning to trace the line of his cock dutifully through his trousers.
“Spike, the door.” He pulled away and put a hand on the back of his chair. Spike rolled his eyes, “What about the bloody door, Angel? When has someone watching you get sucked off, ever been a problem for you?” Spike ran his tongue over his teeth, throwing up a quick dark brow to Angel, knowing the memories of William watching from behind the cracked door, hand desperately fisting that pale cock, back flat against the wall as he dared to watch Darla taking in Angelus, would come flooding back into his mind. Spike watched as Angel’s face minorly softened, something no one outside of him would notice. It hardened again as Angel came back to the present moment.
Spike threw caution to the wind as he stepped forward, one hand on his belt , elbow parting back his leather coat, his hard-on easily identifiable through his, yep, leather pants. He let one finger drift casually and lightly down Angel’s side, looking up at him with playful but honest eyes, “Please, sire? ‘Da, please?” He gently took hold of Angel’s hand and allowed his mouth to play along his knuckles, almost a sign of chivalry. Angel shivered, he felt betrayed by himself as his dick began to stir in his pants. He had been trying to ignore it but Spike practically reeked of desire, he needed whatever he was about to give him.
Breathily, Angel replied, “Okay, but under the desk.” Angel, almost comically urgent in this action, slid his pants down his beautifully toned thighs and sat back down in his chair as he urged for Spike to ease into the area underneath the desk with a snappy hand gesture.
Spike shook his head and once again smiled to himself as he crawled into the space under Angel’s desk. He always managed to get what he wanted in the end. Even though he would never admit it, Angel needed this just as badly as he did. It was a bit of a tight fit and Spike knew he’d have to run to Angel’s apartment to borrow some hair gel by the time this whole tryst had concluded. Spike was, as they say, gagging for it. He thumbed along the waistband of Angel’s poncy boxers. Always buying the silk ones, that twit. Bet he even had silk underpants when he was feeding on rats in the sewers. He shook his head, trying to clear away the usual train of thought when it came to Angel, right now he was only focused on one thing- his massive cock.
Spike wanted to say you couldn’t guess it by looking at him- Oh, who was he kidding, he thought to himself, of course you could- but Angel was seriously packing. It’s a good thing he’s a eunuch half the time because that thing could cause some serious damage. Spike moaned silently to himself as he remembered in different lives, when they were William and Angelus, he was obsessed with his fuckable fledgling mouth. William had no idea that he was so aptly suited for cock sucking. To William, nothing felt better than to fill his mouth with Angel’s massive length to the point where it’s all he could focus on, being shoved down his throat. He loved being stuffed with it, gagged, he would beg for Angelus to bury his cock in his throat in the early years, reveling in not needing to breathe and being able to take it for however long Angelus wanted to give it to him. The elder vampire would come home to find William on his bed, sitting prettily on his heels with the same wanton look filling his eyes that he now saw beneath him. Angelus would fist his long hair and fuck his mouth ruthlessly. He would tell William he looked like a whore, mouth ruby red and eyes glazed over with lust as he took advantage of the desperate young William.
Spike focused once again on Angel’s member, he ran his tongue gently over the head like he was lapping at a treasure dessert. God, it had been too long. The tangy saltiness of masculinity stirred something deep within his abdomen, he groaned needily against the base of Angel's cock, taking a moment to collect himself before setting to work fully. The deep vibration and Spike's unabashed want sent a shudder through Angel. He tilted Spike's chin up to meet his eyes, both of their pupils were blown wide. "William?" Angel called out steadily, running his thumb over his bottom lip. Spike nodded as he closed his eyes and took Angel's thumb into his mouth, gently slicing open the pad of his thumb and taking a few swallows as he leaned into Angel's paw of a hand. Angel smirked down to this different Spike, wanting to further lull him into his submissive mindset.They had played this game before, back in Sunnydale. But he had still been Angelus and it had been via his request. He didn't realize William-er, Spike, enjoyed this game as much as he did.
"William, I want you to keep my cock in your sinful little mouth until I say otherwise. You are not to withdraw, even if I finish, I'll tell you when it's over. Understand?"
William looked up lustfully and nodded as he released Angel's thumb, mouth now stained ruby red, as he once again took in stock of Angel's lengthy member.
He teased a slow circle around the head and reached a hand up to start kneading at his balls. He heard Angel start to shuffle some paperwork around on his desk, appearing to get back to work. He internally smiled at himself- he liked this game, too.
Spike sucked sweetly on the tip of his cock until he started to slowly work his way down the shaft, years of practice taking in Angelus' huge cock had him well prepared, but even he still needed to work up to the full entirety of him. He sometimes wondered if his cock was this big when he was human, or if vampirism accentuated it.. He certainly noticed his own member seemed at least slightly more grandiose after Drusilla’s bite. He stretched his jaw wider, feeling the head hit the back of his throat as he made the room. He moaned at the feeling of already feeling so full of cock, reveling in his sinful nature as he tried to open the back of his throat wider to receive more of what his sire was giving him. Spike slid his hands up to glide along Angel’s thighs as he dissociated from his environment and only focused on reaching the base of his lengthy shaft.
Angel was doing his best to try and not give Spike any indication that he was rocking his world, he pushed his chair forward so that Spike was completely concealed under his desk, causing his cock to abruptly force an inch further down Spike’s greedy, and yes, fuckable, mouth. They both groaned contentedly, they both needed this. Angel absentmindedly carded a hand through Spike’s stiff hair, loosening it a bit as he did so.
“Mmmm… William, so good for me, so good. No one could ever service me like you, no one is as much of a cock slut as you clearly are. Couldn’t even wait till after work, you needed your mouth stuffed full of this cock you love so much, I bet you tried taking care of it in the bathroom, but it wasn’t enough. Trying to palm your little dick, probably thinking about me, my cock trapped beneath my trousers up here, dying for your sweet mouth-”
Angel’s dirty ramblings were cut short as Spike slammed the last three inches all the way into the back of his throat and moaned so loudly, it sent vibrations throughout his whole body. “Shit!” Angel exclaimed, gripping the edge of his desk tightly as Spike nestled himself into his pubic hair at the base, reveling in his accomplishment. Angel looked down at Spike’s watery eyes, jaw creaked open impossibly wide. Angel ran his thumb along Spike’s lower lip, mesmerized by how tightly the skin was stretched. He lowered his hand to Spike’s throat, pressing against it and imagining his cock on the other side of the flesh, kneading his throat to feel the pressure on his cock. He groaned again, his eyes almost rolling back into his head.
Spike blinked up at him innocently, and then began to work him dutifully slow at first- up and down, toying with the head of his cock as he reached the top the third time, nibbling a bit on the foreskin which elicited an electric shock of pleasure through Angel. Spike dug his fingernails into his trousers, hoping to draw blood or at the very least leave a mark for a few hours. Angel smirked down at him and withdrew his hand. He went back to the guise of trying to work while Spike continued blissfully sucking on his cock. He wasn’t even trying to get him to completion, just working him more for his own pleasure than anything else. And Angel has been right, though he wouldn’t admit it (unless he made him), that he had tried to get himself off in the bathroom. It worked sometimes, the thoughts of Angel from their shared past, or Harmony, that blond bint, but today he needed cock. And no other cock was as good as Angel’s. He figured he was the only one that got to see this side of Angel anymore, the sensual and dangerous side. He liked being the one to let Angelus out to play, but that wasn’t today’s game. This was Angel and William.
Just as Angel finally was able to focus on the paperwork in front of him and Spike found a soothing rhythm for what he needed, Harmony briskly walked into the door with Wesley close in tow. Angel jerked his head up and scooted forward just a bit further, forcing Spike to stay at the root as he greeted the two entering the room.
“Harm, Wes. What’s up?” He said coolly, setting down his pen.
Spike could feel his own erection straining further against his leather pants, grateful for the more lenient material. He was low on leverage in his current position, back smushed up against the desk and mouth totally full of Angel’s beautiful dick. He was so hoping that someone would manage to interrupt their tryst, and Wesley no less. He would smirk if he was remotely capable of it. He reached a hand up and started to tease nimble fingers over his own throat so that Angel could feel the pressure transcending through the flesh. He felt Angel’s thighs tense up, a clear indicator he was trying to hold back additional reaction.
“Oh- I… We were looking for Spike. He was supposed to sit in on the meeting at three o’ clock with some of the opposing side of that whole nasty clan dispute that’s been going on in Vegas. Harmony said she saw him quite urgently enter your office a few minutes ago. Is he still around?” Wesley looked around the room as if he could see more detail by doing so.
Angel kept a stony expression, ready to make up some excuse, “Yeah, he just ran up to the penthouse, needed some specific weapon I was-”, until Spike somehow managed to make enough space in his little nook to resume the slow bobbing he had been treated to earlier. He was working his tongue as much as he could into the mix, and the pressure on his throat as Spike choked himself just for him- fuck. He was so fucked. And that was before Spike started trying to grind his needy erection desperately anywhere he could. Angel paused for a second, hitched his breath and looked down at his desk, suddenly incredibly interested in a piece of paper in front of him. “I-” His voice was so much more higher pitched than he had intended with just one word. He cleared his throat and tried again as Wes moved uneasily on his feet, unable to read Angel’s current state. He moved closer, placing a palm on the front of his desk, “Angel, are you alright?” He asked, eyebrows drawn close as he studied his face closer, deep green eyes looking for any more hints of information on Angel’s beautiful face, deep set eyes, mm and his lips- okay wait. He blushed and stepped back. Angel, reading this blush as Wesley putting the pieces together suddenly looked mortified. He scrambled at something on his desk, then paused, trying to look totally, totally fine for a moment. He kicked Spike lightheartedly in his thigh, as Spike began taking him faster, deeper, harder, that tongue was like magic circling around his member. No one could swallow him like Spike, no one could make him feel like every part of him was being touched. Spike dug his nails into his thighs again once more and drug them down slowly. He knew blood was coming to the surface, he could smell it, which meant Harmony could too. He glanced up at her suddenly like a deer lost in headlights. Wesley took a couple more steps back, confused as ever, “Angel- do you need something? Blood? To talk? You don’t look well.” Harmony suddenly broke out into a big smile, now putting the pieces together.
“Wesleyyy, I think he’s all good on everything right now. He’s got someone, or something, hidden underneath that big desk of his. Isn’t that right bossy?”
Angel glowered fiercely at Harmony, then looked at Wesley apologetically. “Harm. Wes.” He began steadily with a tinge of embarrassment in his voice, still speaking a bit too high pitched than his normal timbre. “Spike won’t be able to make it to the meeting. I have some work I need to… attend to. Uhm, Close the door on your way out, I’m not available for the next half hour.” One of the perks of being the boss. You can kick your staff out while you’re getting blown by an ex hook up under your desk.
Wesley, now caught up with Harmony, blushed profusely as he began to feel a stir in his own pants. He turned around and briskly walked out of the office and back to his own. He may also not be available for the next half hour, he thought. Or five minutes…
Angel exhaled a breath that he didn’t need to be holding as the door closed behind him and the windows fogged up. He supposed Harmony wasn’t that bad of an assistant if she at least had the common sense to activate the magic window mechanism.
He paused for a moment, relishing in the feeling of Spike working him at the steady pace he had started while Harmony and Wesley entered. He then pulled his dick away from Spike abruptly by pushing himself away from his desk, leaving Spike open mouthed and salivating for his cock. Fuck, he was beautiful.
Angel stood up and walked away from the desk, moving to the side. “Spike, up. Now.” He demanded.
Uh-oh, Spike thought to himself as he braced himself on his knees and awkwardly crawled out. It was never good when the game changed before it was over. As soon as he was standing, Angel pressed his full weight against him, erection pushing hard into Spike’s hip and Angel’s own elbow now pressing against Spike’s pale and bruising windpipe. Spike chuckled and glanced up at Angel. “Not William anymore, Sire?” Angel rolled his eyes and pressed more on his throat, knowing it wouldn’t actually do anything to hurt him but knowing Spike loved it nonetheless.
“William,” He began with heavy emphasis on his name, “Would never have done something as stupid as that. Something that would embarrass me as much as that. Now would he?” He muttered close to Spike’s ear, finishing his sentence by nibbling with sharp teeth at his ear lobe. Spike reached a palm between them to readjust his cock, “Well, Da,” He batted his eyes up at him as he started jerking himself off, “He would if he craved your cock as badly as I do now…When would you ever have made him wait this long between stuffing your cock down his throat? You know he needs it, isn’t it your duty as a sire to keep me well stuffed?” He smirked, thinking he won this dialogue match. Angel smiled back, knowing he truly had not.
“Oh… well and truly stuffed, huh William? Well, I know another hole that needs remedying, then.” He then suddenly spun Spike and pressed his own straining erection into Spike’s cheeks, starting a steady grind against him. Spike let himself be thrown around, arching into Angel’s cock rubbing against him.
“Mm… Angel, c’mon. You really want to fuck me?” They hadn’t ever crossed that line… Like doing that would somehow make it too taboo for the both of them. Angel nodded against his neck, letting his demon face show as he tore away Spike’s leather coat and bit his shoulder suddenly. Spike cried out in pain and ecstasy, feeling his blood be greedily slurped out by Angel as he continued rocking up against him- blood always worked as the perfect aphrodisiac. Spike’s own erection remained trapped on the black granite of the weapons wall behind Angel’s desk. He tried to worm a hand down to help himself but Angel quickly pinned both his hands above his head, his bigger stature all encompassing the smaller vampire and keeping him locked in place. Angel kicked his legs apart, wanting to make him feel vulnerable. Spike couldn’t help himself by moaning again, he loved when Angel started using him like this. Angel started lapping at the wound to close it, still donning his demon as he leaned up to Spike’s ear again, “You are such a slut, you know that? You really can’t even pretend to hide it…” He released Spike’s hands, knowing he would keep him there without having to utter a single word. He was completely pliant under him now, only interested in being used. He reached around and unfastened Spike’s stupid leather pants, that he was starting to think were actually his leather pants, and tore them away to find that Spike was, of course, not wearing anything underneath. He chuckled to himself as he stepped away, leaving Spike splayed out on the wall like a pale and bruised starfish. He appraised what was in front of him. He put his demon away and stepped forward to trace a finger along his ass check, pressing into where it met his upper thigh and then tracing along to his hip, moving his other hand to grip both tightly and pull him toward him like he was practicing for later. He ran his palms up and down his toned sides and higher up his beautifully muscled arms that rippled with anticipation as Angel touched him all over. As a fledge, William loved being petted, praised, adored- Angel was more than happy to oblige to this need he knew Spike still craved. He had never been open about his sexuality but Spike knew he didn’t care about anyone’s gender, only how well they could give and take. However, he also knew that Angel deeply appreciated his own body like a work of art. He had even said so before he had a soul.
Angel hummed contentedly as he glided both hands up to Spike’s front, tweaking both his nipples while he murmured lowly, “So fucking beautiful, baby, so beautiful. Sorry it’s been so long…” He murmured somewhat sweetly as Spike once again let out a groan of need.
Angel stepped back once again and pulled a bottle of lube from his desk knowing that yes, he had fully anticipated this to happen at some point as soon as Spike corporealized. Even though he had acted shocked to Spike, he knew it was only a matter of time. And hey, it paid off.
Angel set the lube to the side for the time being and began to jerk Spike off, playing with his balls and servicing him exactly how he wanted. After he had Spike taking unneeded gasps of breath, he pulled away and popped open the lube.
Spike heard Angel grabbing something earlier but now was slightly disobedient and whipped his head around to see what Angel was up to. “You- You ponce! Was this just for me?” Angel laughed, and cast Spike a small smile. “Maybeee…” He replied playfully. Spike rolled his eyes and turned his head back, resuming his previous position. Angel stalked back up to him and started teasing at his hole. He had been with a few other men before back when they were at the Hyperion and some times before then when he needed to let off some steam, he was familiar enough to know what he was going to do to Spike. Spike, however, was completely new to the experience and immediately let out a groan as Angel started to press against his hole- he was astounded by this new sensation of pleasure. It rocketed up through him and he surprised himself by pressing back into Angel’s fingers. He really was a slut. Angel smoothed his hand over Spike’s cheeks, bending him forward further, still bracing himself against the wall. As Angel probed the first digit into Spike, he arched and gasped, immediately needing more inside of him. The burn was so fucking good, it was the pleasurepain he (and his demon) always ached for. They needed more. He rumbled lowly to Angel, “More, Angel, more. Need your fat cock in me now, fuck, Angel.” He said his name like a prayer.
Angel was pleasantly surprised to see how much Spike was enjoying this, how much he was wanting to take it. “Oh yeah, baby? You want me to split you right open? Bet I could see my cock through your belly, you sure you can take me all?” He murmured dirtily, starting to work in another finger. Spike cried out, shaking away his demon face that was threatening to appear as the new stimulation continued to rock his world. Why had he never let anyone fuck him before, he wondered. All these years and he had never even had the notion to try this? “Mmmm… Yes Angel, fuck. God, this feels so good. Had no idea it could f-feel so good, fuck.” He gushed as he squeezed his eyes shut while Angel started to piston his fingers in and out of him. Angel admired the gushing, panting, horny mess he had made Spike into. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock all the way inside his tight, hot asshole. Fuck, he was going to be so tight. He was legitimately concerned if there would be enough space for his cock to enter Spike fully. He had no doubt Spike would do his damndest to take Angel in his entirety, if how much he was already liking being fingered was any indication. He could tell he had awoken something deep inside of Spike. He was never this submissive, this fast. This needy and vulnerable with what he wanted, what he needed. He was desperate to have Angel fill him up. Angel carried on with his prep for a little while longer before leaning back and coating his own member in lube. He put a solid hand on Spike’s shoulder, rubbing up and down his shoulder blade to ease him. “You sure you want this?” Angel asked quietly and softly. It was a game, yes, but he wanted the consent before this intrusion. He knew it would be intense.
Spike shook his head quickly, whispering a choked, “Yes, please, Angel, please. I need it, I need you filling me, fucking me, using me. I need it now, sire. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.” He begged. Angel gripped his hips and murmured a curse to himself as he rubbed his dick between his cheeks before lining himself up and beginning to push in where he had never been before. Spike immediately gasped and clawed at the wall, looking for something to hold onto. Angel kept his hands steady on Spike’s narrow hips as he continued the movement, knowing Spike would enjoy the continued burn. The smaller man tensed, but Angel rubbed his back comfortingly whispering for him to relax, telling him he needed to relax his muscles. Angel was doing everything he could to not start slamming in and out of him immediately because he was the tightest, hottest piece of ass he had ever been inside. Why the hell had they not tried this any sooner, he wondered as he continued to ease Spike into it. As soon as Spike seemed comfortable with Angel’s length so far, which truth be told was hardly anything yet, Angel smiled to himself as he slid all the way home in a slowed maneuver. Spike started whining, turning to groaning then a full on moan as Angel fit himself all the way inside of Spike. He reached a hand around to test his theory as Spike writhed against him. He tested his fingertips against Spike’s abdomen and yep, he could definitely feel his cock pressing up into Spike. He pressed into it again, just like had been when it was in his throat. They both moaned concurrently as Angel felt himself through Spike’s thin frame.
“Fuck me, fuck the bloody shit out of me Angel.” Spike said hoarsely, his dick standing proud and erect even while flush against the wall. Angel hummed in agreement as he once again gripped the blonde’s hips and began a steady rhythm of fucking Spike. Wow, fucking Spike. He groaned into Spike’s shoulder as he appraised once again how lucky he was sometimes in life. Spike was squeezing every part of his cock, before long he was close to the edge.
He reached a hand around Spike once again, brushing up against his abdomen where he could feel himself, groaned, then continued further down to resume jacking Spike off. Spike was a moaning mess at this point, completely lost to the feeling of getting fucked in the ass for the first time by one of the hottest men he had ever known. God, was he lucky, he thought to himself.
They kept up on the rhythm they had built as Angel came with a sudden gasp and a spasm of jerkiness, releasing his cum deep within Spike, loving the feeling of claiming him for his own. Spike, who had been on edge for much longer, immediately let go with him- refusing to wait for Angel’s permission. He wasn’t sure what game they were playing anymore anyway, but it felt like there would be more in the near future. His cum jetted all over the black granite wall, he winced as a few drops landed on one of Angel’s favorite weapons. Eh- he would make up for it later. Angel stilled for a moment before slowly and steadily pulling out of Spike. He grabbed a tissue and began cleaning himself off, throwing the rest of the box at Spike motioning at the wall with a grin. “Are you going to clean up after yourself?” He joked, eyes running up and down Spike’s spent form. Spike looked totally fucked. His mouth was red and still panting, hips bruised from Angel’s firm grip, shoulder still leaking a bit of blood from his earlier wound. Spike managed a small chuckle as he stood himself up and then leaned against the wall again, looking perfectly content and ignoring Angel’s request for him to clean up. Angel stalked closer and began lapping up the rest of the blood from the wound before pressing their chests together, putting a hand in Spike’s hair as he drew him close. It felt like a dam had finally been released, everything felt right. They didn’t even feel the need to talk as Angel took his hand and led him up to his penthouse, leaving their clothes haphazardly strewn about. Spike paused for a second, “Hey- I meant to ask earlier but could I borrow some hair gel?” He asked. Angel looked up at his hair which at this point was standing wildly on end and broke out into a grin. “Sure, Spike. Anything you need.” He shook his head as they stepped off the elevator and into a newly gushing river.