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NC-17 Angel/Spike, Spike/others
Days after Spike turns eighteen, he gets sucked into a whole new world by a mysterious man, but is it one he's ready for?
Warnings for: 18yo Spike in a BDSM relationship with an older man
beta'd by thatotherperv
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"Yeah, that's it, boy. Take it all in," Angel encouraged.
Spike moaned around the erection in his mouth, both at the words and at the hand clenched in his freshly washed, ungelled hair, forcing his head up and down on Angel's cock. The hair seemed to be a new kink of Angel's. Both last week and this week, he'd been told upon entering Angel's condo to forgo the leather wrist cuffs after getting naked in favor of going into the bathroom and washing his hair. After, he'd dutifully put the cuffs on and went to find Angel, only to have Angel use his curls to control his head while he fucked his mouth…repeatedly.
Seemed Angel had been serious about teaching him to deep-throat. Spike had the aching jaw and the slowly relaxing gag reflex to prove it. The last two Saturdays hadn't been the only times Spike had been ordered to his knees, either. Several times over the past two weeks Angel had called him to the condo at random times for the sole purpose of sucking him off, although after, he always made sure Spike came too, whether by hand or by tying him to the bed and torturing him with a vibrator and a vibrating cock ring until Spike exploded despite the constriction, the resulting orgasm so intense he nearly passed out a couple of times.
Spike shifted on the pad under his knees, hands trapped behind his back with cuffs that were linked together, torso leaning against the leather couch between Angel's legs as he diligently worked to get Angel deeper. He'd managed it a couple of times over the last week now and Angel had praised him, running his fingers through Spike's curls as he told him it was only a matter of time until he was able to relax his throat at will.
Just then, Angel forced Spike's head down on him a little too far all at once, until Spike felt his short and curlies tickle his nose. Spike gagged, starting to panic as he tried to pull back, hands fisting behind his back as he silently cursed his bindings, but Angel held him there with one hand, his other coming to Spike's throat and massaging it as he spoke in a calming tone, "Shh, baby. Just relax. Relax your throat and swallow and it'll slide right down. Don’t fight it."
Spike forced the panicky feeling down, focusing on Angel's soothing words as he repeated the instructions over and over. Slowly, Spike relaxed, hands unfisting, throat opening as he swallowed around Angel's cock. It worked like it usually did when Angel took this approach, and Spike moaned around him, loving the feel of him at the back of his throat.
"Fuck. Yeah, that's it. Such a good little cocksucker. Have you trained to take it all whenever I want in no time," Angel said with a groan, holding Spike there several seconds longer before letting him up.
Spike pulled off completely, mouth hovering just over Angel's glistening, spit slick member as he sucked in lungfuls of air, his chest burning from the lack of it. Angel may have found a new kink with his curls, but Spike was finding he had one too -- being suffocated -- although he hadn't told Angel yet. Breathplay had been something they'd talked about when they'd first ironed out the details of their relationship, but it had been something they put on the backburner, Spike too afraid to give it a go just yet. And he was still too afraid, deep-throating aside. That was only for a few seconds at a time, but if he were to let Angel strangle him during sex, Spike knew it'd be for longer, and he just wasn't ready for that yet, no matter that he could tell Angel wanted to. All the times Angel had put his hand to his throat and not-quite squeezed over the course of their relationship so far was proof of that.
Finally, Spike caught his breath and looked up at Angel, smiling as Angel looked down at him affectionately and reached out, tracing his lips with his fingers. "Love that mouth."
Spike opened said mouth and sucked Angel's thumb inside, sucking on it like he'd just sucked on Angel's cock. Fire flared in Angel's eyes and then he pulled his thumb out and grabbed the back of Spike's head, bending him back down to his cock. Spike enthusiastically took it in again, moaning as Angel resumed forcing his head up and down on it, this time fucking up into his mouth at the same time. Spike knew that meant he was close and sucked harder in response, flicking his tongue over the slit at the tip whenever Angel pulled his head up and rubbing it over the vein on the underside whenever Angel pushed him back down on it.
Soon, Angel began to pant and hold his head tighter yet, picking up the pace. Spike moaned and thrust against the couch, needing some sort of relief, although the cock ring Angel had put on him saw to the fact that he didn't get too close to coming before Angel was ready for him to.
"Going to try something new," Angel said breathlessly. "Want you to take a deep breath, then relax and swallow. I'm going to fuck your throat until I come. If it gets to be too much, hit my foot with your knee, understand?"
Spike shivered and moaned in response, the only recourse he had with the death grip Angel had on his head and his mouth full of cock. And then the hand was back at his throat, and so were the soothing -- if a bit breathless and ragged -- words, encouraging him to relax. Spike closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe deep, relax and swallow, and then Angel was there, down his throat. Spike felt himself tense up when Angel withdrew briefly, and just barely managed to relax again before Angel thrust down his throat. Spike hummed around him as he tried to keep his nerves calm. The hand in his hair tightened just that much more an instant later, and Angel groaned, thrusting up one last time and holding Spike's head to him. Spike swallowed around him, trying not to choke as he felt come shoot straight down his throat. Several seconds ticked by, and then several more, and Spike started to feel lightheaded, spots dancing in front of his eyes. Just when he thought he was going to have to hit Angel's foot with his knee to get his attention, Angel released him and relaxed back onto the couch, looking well sated.
Dizzy, Spike sat back on his heels and sucked in air, coughing a little as he swallowed and his abused throat protested. He rotated his jaw, working out the kinks and wishing he had his hands free to rub the ache from it. He'd been sucking Angel for a good while this last time, after having done it once before, earlier in the evening.
When Angel met his eyes, Spike grinned from ear to ear. "Did it, didn't I?"
Angel grinned back. "Yes you did. Come here."
Awkwardly, Spike stood, wincing at the ache in his knees from kneeling for so long, even on a pad, and climbed onto the couch, straddling Angel's lap. Angel reached out and gripped his hips, sitting him down on his thighs, then leaned in and kissed him. Spike's hands fisted behind his back as Angel fucked his mouth with his tongue just like he had moments ago with his dick. No matter how much Spike wanted to be free of his restraints at times, he loved them that much more. He loved the helpless feeling of it, loved Angel manhandling him, controlling him. God he was such a bloody slut for it, for Angel.
Spike felt a hand wrap around his cock and moaned into the kiss, fighting the urge to thrust, knowing from previous experience that would earn him a sharp smack on the arse and the loss of Angel's hand for a period of time. Fighting the instinct to rut with everything he had, Spike forced himself to relax under Angel's touch and was rewarded by murmured praise against his lips.
Then, suddenly, Spike found himself on his back on the couch, arms trapped under him, Angel between his legs and hell if he knew how he'd got there, not that he cared when Angel looked at him with that smile of his that meant Spike was about to get a bloody good seeing to. And since Angel was flaccid now and there were no toys in sight, that meant….
Spike cried out as Angel's hot, wet mouth slid down over his aching erection. Angel didn't do this nearly as often as Spike did it to him, so whenever he did, it drove Spike insane.
"Oh God," he moaned as Angel sank down around him until his lips were circling the base of Spike's cock.
Their eyes met and Angel held his gaze as he swallowed around him, once, twice, three times until Spike was trembling with the need to move, to fuck up into that mouth. Somehow he managed to hold still, though, and Angel pulled back, sucking at just his head as he slid his tongue along Spike's slit.
Spike panted and begged, "Please, Angel. Need to move. Can't be still."
Angel pulled off completely. "Go ahead. Fuck my mouth."
Spike's heart skipped a beat as he looked into Angel's eyes for confirmation that he'd heard correctly. Angel had never let him do anything like that before. He'd just been begging to be allowed to twist around a bit.
Angel looked back at him steadily as he leaned back in and sucked Spike down again. Hesitantly, Spike thrust up, testing Angel. His thrust was met with a moan that vibrated around him and Spike gasped, doing it again. Awkwardly, he braced one foot on the couch cushion and one on the floor and thrust up as much as he could with his hands restrained behind his back as they were. Just as they started to go numb, he felt one of Angel's hands slide under him and seek out the quick release closure. Once he was free, Spike immediately lifted his hands over his head, gripping the couch arm, not trusting himself not to grab Angel's head and hold him to him, fairly sure Angel hadn't given him permission for that.
"Christ, Angel. Feel so fucking good. Can't believe…ahh God. Getting close," Spike warned.
Angel met his eyes and nodded slightly, giving him permission to come when he was ready. Spike thrust up into his mouth at a steady pace, not wanting it to be over yet, but knowing he wouldn't last much longer, either. He was too overly excited, had been aroused for too long now to be able to draw this out, not to mention that he was being allowed to fuck Angel's mouth in the first place.
Angel moaned around him again and Spike shuddered, feeling himself on the edge but not able to fall over it. Desperately, he begged, "Please, Angel. Can't…can't come with the soddin' ring on."
Instead of taking it off, Angel reached up with one hand and began fondling his balls, thumb running over his perineum. On top of all that, the ever present plug in his arse switched on and Spike came up off the couch with a cry of pleasure.
Panting heavily, he sped up, thrusting fast and hard into Angel's mouth and Angel let him, moaning around him, looking like he was more than enjoying being used that way -- something Spike understood well.
Half a dozen more thrusts and Spike froze, orgasm washing through him as he screamed, the cock ring and the vibrations in his arse making his climax that much more intense. Spike felt Angel swallow around him and then Spike sank back on the couch bonelessly, heart beating through his chest as his body tried to recover. He groaned when the vibrator was turned off and over-sensitized flesh was manipulated as the cock ring was released, allowing him to begin to soften.
When he finally got his breath back, Spike lifted his head and located Angel, who was still between his legs, but sitting up now. Dropping his head back, the effort to keep it up too much at that point, Spike said, "Bloody hell, Angel. That? Was brilliant. My toes and fingers are even tingling."
Angel chuckled. "Glad you enjoyed it."
Spike snorted. "Enjoyed isn't the word for it, luv. Don't think there's a word invented for how bloody good that was. Can't believe you let me do that."
Angel leaned down and Spike jerked under his lips as Angel kissed the inner hollow of his hip, then moved up, kissing his abdomen just above his rapidly deflating dick. He slid up the length of him until he was pressing Spike into the couch. Spike moaned and remained how he was, arms over his head, enjoying being held down by Angel's bulk.
Against his mouth, Angel said, "That was your reward for learning to deep-throat."
Angel brushed a kiss across his lips and pulled back to look down into his face. Spike quirked a pierced eyebrow and said teasingly, "If that's my reward, count me in for any other lessons you happen to want to teach me."
Angel smiled, a gleam in his eye that meant Spike was in for a night of intense pleasure, if not a bit of pain. "Funny you should say that…."
An hour or so later, Spike found himself restrained face first and spread-eagled facing the wall in Angel's room, his ankle and wrist cuffs hooked to a massive St. Andrew's cross Angel must have bought in the last few days since it hadn't been there the last time he'd been there. Suddenly, the fact that Angel had kept him out in the living room and the bathroom all evening made sense. He'd wanted to save this for last. He'd even put a collar on Spike, something he hadn't done before, telling him it was to symbolize the extent of Spike's submission by allowing this.
Spike shivered. Angel must have seen it because suddenly there was a finger tracing along the top edge of his collar as Angel said, "All you have to do to make this stop once I gag you is safeword by dropping that scarf."
Spike nodded. "I know."
"You want to continue?" Angel asked, giving him yet another out, the latest of several since showing him the cross and telling him what he was going to do to him.
Spike turned his head and met Angel's concerned but eager eyes. Swallowing hard, his Adams apple bobbing against the soft but strong leather of his collar, he smiled a little and said, "Just start slow, yeah?"
Angel smiled back and ran his fingers through Spike's curls, making Spike's eyes slide halfway shut in pleasure. "Good boy."
Stepping behind him where Spike couldn't see him, Angel reached around and placed a penis gag in Spike's mouth, fastening it behind his head. Of the gags Angel had used on him, this was the one he liked best. He wasn't sure if it was because he liked giving head so much, or because he just liked to be humiliated by having a fake cock stuffed in his mouth while Angel did what he pleased with his body, but either way, it was definitely his favorite.
Once the penis gag was secured behind his head, Spike felt Angel's fingers trail down his back and over his arse as he said lightly, "By the time I'm through, your upper back and your ass are going to be beet red and crisscrossed with welts. It's going to be beautiful."
Spike shuddered at the faraway sound in Angel's voice, a sliver of doubt creeping through. Spike quickly squashed it, squeezing the scarf in his hand tight. He'd never had reason to not trust Angel with his body before; he'd not start now.
The first lash of the flogger a moment later was light, barely stinging the tense flesh of Spike's backside. Spike gasped behind the gag, but didn't move. The second lash crisscrossed the first just as lightly and Spike took a deep breath, his nerves calming a bit. A third and then a fourth hit his arse, all equally as light, barely stinging, and Spike closed his eyes, feeling himself relax into it a bit as the pattern continued for several more minutes. He was just starting to moan and jut out his backside toward Angel, silently asking for more, when another light stroke sent tingling blossoms of barely there pain across one side of his upper back for the first time.
Spike jerked in surprise and Angel paused. "Alright?"
Spike nodded.
The lashes resumed, with three more in a row on either side of his upper back, before Angel started alternating between his upper back and his arse, changing up the pattern every few strokes so that Spike never knew where it'd hit next.
Suddenly, the flogging stopped and Angel was directly behind him, pressing his body to him and rubbing over the tingling flesh of his upper back with his hands, his groin rotating against Spike's backside, letting him know how hard he was getting.
"Ready for more?" Angel asked, and Spike understood that he wasn't asking in a general way, meaning more flogging, he was asking if Spike was ready for harder hits, more pain than tingle.
Hesitating only a fraction of a second, Spike nodded.
Angel's hands slid down Spike's sides and back to cup his arse between their bodies as he buried his face in Spike's collared neck and inhaled deeply. "Such a good little slut. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you? If I told you to get on your hands and knees and kiss my feet in front of your friends, you'd do it and you'd get hard doing it, wouldn't you? If I told you to strip naked in an S & M club and get on your knees for whoever wanted you to suck their cock, you'd do it and you'd love every minute of it simply because I want you to."
Spike's eyes slid shut and he pressed his arse into Angel's hands, groaning low in his throat at Angel's words and the images they inspired. Angel was bloody brilliant at the physical side of bondage and S & M, but Spike couldn’t help but be turned on equally, if not more at times, by the way Angel was able to mindfuck him so easily and so well.
Angel nipped at his ear, then said smugly, "Yeah, we both know you would."
Stepping back again, Angel warned, "Brace yourself."
Spike tensed up and cried out behind the gag just as the first of the harsher lashes exploded across his arse. His backside stung and pain radiated from it through his body, wispy tendrils curling around inside him. Another blow cracked through the air, this one to his upper back, not quite as hard as the one to his arse, but still painful. Several more lashes landed in random patterns across his body and Spike started shaking, breathing heavily through his nose, the hand holding his scarf opening halfway.
Instantly, Angel was at his side, rubbing the sting away, talking to him in soothing tones. "Shh, baby. It's alright. If you need me to stop, just drop it. We don’t have to do this."
Spike met his eyes, worrying the penis gag in his mouth, tempted to take the out Angel was giving him. The moment of weakness passed, though, and Spike tightened his fist around the scarf again, holding Angel's gaze, warmth swelling inside him when Angel's worried expression turned to one of pride. That look alone gave him more strength of will than he'd had going into this, that and the fact that Angel was so tuned in to his body, the slightest sign he was wavering had his attention.
Quickly, Angel stepped back behind him and the flogging resumed. Spike breathed through the stinging tendrils of pain that blossomed up everywhere the flogger's tails landed. Eventually, Spike's body started to shake uncontrollably and he felt it, felt the edges of what he now recognized as subspace pulling at him. Willingly he surrendered, sinking inside himself, and the lashes still stung, pain still blossomed, but somehow on the way to his brain the signals crossed and he felt the pain as pleasure, as a sensation he craved.
He moaned and thrust his backside out as far as he could, silently begging Angel for more. Angel obliged and Spike's cock began to rise and fill fully. Needing friction, Spike pressed it against the padded cross, and undulated his hips. Behind him, he was vaguely aware of Angel sucking in a sharp breath and calling him a few dirty names before continuing to flog him.
Spike shivered and undulated and moaned and whined for more until he was in such a state of sensory overload he felt like he was about to burst apart at the seams. Every crack of the flogger across his flesh pulsated through him and Spike could swear he was submerged in a pool of pure sensation, every molecule of his body stimulated to the point of orgasm, and then it happened. He did come, but just like the other times he'd sunk into subspace, it was more an incidental than a climax. Angel continued to flog him and Spike rode wave upon wave of pleasure as Angel used his body as a canvas for his own pleasure. Spike started to drift, in a haze, and accidentally dropped the scarf. Instantly the flogging stopped and he whimpered.
The gag was removed and Spike tried to speak, tried to tell Angel it was an accident, but speech was beyond him by this point, voice too slurred, thoughts too jumbled to put a sentence together, but somehow Angel got it anyway and the gag went back in, the scarf was pressed back into his hand and Angel was back behind him, flogging him at a fever pitch, making Spike writhe and moan and amazingly, he orgasmed again, a dry one, his cock not even halfway hard. He screamed, the sound muffled by the silicone penis in his mouth as he came, the feeling both unbelievably good and vaguely painful at the same time.
And then Angel stopped flogging him again. Spike whimpered, until he felt Angel pulling the plug from his arse and lining himself up. Spike groaned in pleasure as Angel breeched him and began thrusting, driving into him hard and fast, one hand on the cross next to Spike's wrist, one hand gripping it next to Spike's hip. Spike grunted as he was slammed into the cross repeatedly, his mostly softened cock trapped between him and it. Angel's breath was hot on his neck and Spike was reminded of the collar there, circling it, marking him as Angel's. That thought and Angel hitting his prostate repeatedly made him crescendo to another shattering peak.
He passed out halfway through it.
Spike came to sometime later to find himself lying on his stomach on Angel's bed, all restraints gone save the collar at his throat. Apparently, Angel liked it on him as much as Spike liked wearing it. Angel himself was sitting on the backs of his thighs, rubbing some sort of lotion into the welts Spike was sure he had on his upper back. The lotion counteracted the heat radiating from his back, leaving him with a cool, tingling sensation. Spike had no idea what it was, but he was just a little bit in love with it. Softy, he moaned.
Angel paused in his ministrations and said equally softly, "Welcome back."
Spike licked dry lips and croaked, "How long was I out?"
Angel lifted his hands from his back and squirted some cool lotion onto Spike's burning backside, then resumed rubbing him down, this time his arse the focus as he said, "Half an hour, give or take. Not exactly sure because you were out by the time I came."
His limbs -- hell, his whole bloody body -- felt heavy, weighted down. Lazily, Spike chuckled. "Don't have problems shagging the unconscious, then, yeah?"
A light smack to his abused backside made Spike gasp.
"Watch your mouth, boy. We're not in scene, but I still expect respect," Angel said, but there was affection in his voice rather than censure.
"Yes, Angel," Spike said seductively, wiggling his arse slightly.
Angel chuckled and resumed rubbing him down. Spike drifted again, starting awake when the bed shifted and Angel laid down next to him on the side Spike's face was turned toward. Spike thought about moving, wanting to curl himself into Angel, but remembered why he was on his stomach the instant he tried to lift his arm. He winced as pain lanced through his back.
Angel reached out and ran a hand up and down Spike's bicep. "Shh. No moving for a while. Your body needs time to recover. You're bruising already, and there are a lot of welts."
Spike nodded and his eyes drifted closed. He felt like he was hovering between half drunk and hung over at the moment with a good dose of exhaustion thrown in, and the energy required to keep his eyes open and focus on conversation at the same time was beyond him for more than a few minutes at a time.
Clearing his throat, he licked his dry lips and managed a croaked, "Thirsty."
The bed shifted and Angel was gone, coming back a minute later with a bottle of water that had a pop up cap on it. Angel helped Spike lift his head slightly and Spike drank greedily, not stopping until the bottle was half gone. When he finally came up for air, Angel let go of him and set the bottle on the nightstand before climbing back into bed with him.
"Need anything else?" Angel asked after a moment.
Softly, Spike said, "Want to feel you."
Wordlessly, Angel scooted closer, pulling a blanket up over them as he did, carefully curling up against Spike's side, not touching anywhere he'd flogged. He laid a hand over Spike's waist and Spike relaxed completely, feeling Angel's body next to him, anchoring him.
Sometime later, Spike woke again, more alert this time, to find Angel sleeping on his side, front still pressed against Spike's side, arm still across his waist. For a while, Spike lay there watching Angel sleep, wondering at the fact that the man had completely flipped his life upside down in a matter of months. Who was Spike kidding? He'd flipped his world on its head the first time he'd texted him and told him to go to the cinema.
Carefully, Spike tested the pain level in his back and butt by stretching and twisting slightly, pleased to find the pain had dulled to a mostly pleasant ache. Next to him, Angel's eyes fluttered open and focused on him after a few seconds.
Lifting his head, Angel pulled the blanket down and examined his back, then covered him up again and laid back down. "The welts don't look as angry, but you definitely bruised. I wouldn't go shirtless or wear a tank top around anyone for a couple of weeks."
Spike smiled. "Was bloody well worth it."
Angel smiled in return. "Glad you enjoyed it so much. You scared me when you dropped that scarf. I thought I was reading you pretty well, and then that dropped and I thought I'd misjudged."
Spike shook his head. "Just…zoned out and relaxed my hand for a minute. Was too far gone to explain, though. Points for working that out from my incoherent babbling."
Angel chuckled. "You weren't completely incoherent. You kept repeating the phrase 'didn't mean to,' in between other stuff I didn't quite catch. There was a 'more,' in there somewhere too."
Angel's fingers ghosted over Spike's back and arse, causing Spike to moan at the not quite pain. "Fuck, Spike. You take a beating beautifully. I got so hard watching you writhe and moan and stick your ass out for more. And the fact that you came from the flogging alone…. Do you know how rare that is? Especially for a guy? And your first time too…. It blew me away."
Spike moaned again, pressing his hips into the bed, feeling the beginnings of arousal stir through him as the memories Angel's words were bringing up flooded through him.
Clearing his throat, Spike opened his eyes and quipped, "Never was one to follow the pack."
Angel laughed and leaned in, brushing a kiss across Spike's cheek. He pulled back and ran a hand through Spike's hair. Spike closed his eyes and soaked up the attention. They'd been together for over three months now if you counted from that first text, that first command for him to do what Angel told him, and Spike still felt like the center of his world when they were together, even just in the same room at the penthouse with the others around. Truth was, Spike didn't know how Lindsey and Xander hadn't clued in to them yet, what with the way Angel focused on him and Spike suspected he focused on Angel whenever they were within earshot of each other.
He felt a stab of pain lance through his chest, knowing it'd all be over in less than a month. Three weeks from now he was expected to be on a plane headed for London and his freshman year of college, only, he wasn't so sure he wanted to go anymore, especially not after what he and Angel had shared tonight. He was even contemplating calling the admissions office right here in Manhattan and seeing if it was possible to transfer out of the program abroad at this late date and just take classes here. He hadn't mentioned it to Angel yet, wanting to figure it out in his own head first, but the more Spike thought about losing him soon, the more he couldn’t stand the thought.
Apparently sensing his mood shift, a hand cupped his cheek and Angel urged softly, "Spike, look at me." Spike opened his eyes and blinked at Angel.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked.
Spike shook his head, biting his lower lip. "Don't want to talk about it."
Angel's hand didn't change its soft touch along his cheek, but his voice tightened as he said, "Alright, let's try this. Tell me what's wrong. That's an order."
Spike clenched his jaw, hating when Angel pulled that card, but unable to deny him once he did. Still…he didn’t have to tell him everything, just enough to get him off his back.
"Just…going to miss you, miss us, when I go abroad," Spike admitted, ashamed at the way his voice wavered.
Angel's eyes filled with remorse. "I’m sorry. I…." He trailed off and looked away for a minute, before locking eyes with Spike again and saying softly, "Maybe I should have stayed away from you this summer."
Spike's eyes widened and he shook his head emphatically. "No, Angel. Wouldn't trade these last months for anything. Just…don't know how I'm going to handle it ending."
There were no words Angel could say to make it easier, they both knew that, so Angel didn't even try. Instead, he simply leaned in and attempted to kiss the hurt away.
For a time…it worked.
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