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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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Much to Spike's chagrin, he found himself checking his mobile every two minutes the next day, anxious for the message Angel said he was going to send. By dinner time, he was jumping at every imagined vibration of his pocket, to the point that he nearly dropped the plates his dad handed him to set the table with.
"Everything alright?"
Spike looked up at him, wondering not for the first time how he'd got robbed in the height department. His father had at least three or four inches on him. "'M fine, dad. Just expecting a call."
His dad shook his head, looking bemused. "You've been out every night this week. Don't you boys ever take a break?"
Spike snorted. "We're all going away come autumn. Need to fit as much in as we can before then, don't we?"
Spike's dad frowned. "I suppose. They're not the only ones you're leaving, though. Maybe you could spend a night in, here and there?"
Spike felt a stab of guilt at the sadness on his father's face. Smiling, he said, "Sure, dad. How about tomorrow night?"
His dad's face lit up. "It's a date."
After dinner, Spike wandered off to his room, wondering why Angel hadn’t texted yet. He'd no more shut the door behind him and flopped down on his stomach on his bed than his pocket vibrated, nearly making him jump. Pushing up onto his elbows, Spike pulled his mobile out and saw it was from Angel. Tell me one of your fantasies.
Spike's breathing quickened slightly as he turned onto his back on his bed, thinking through the question. Biting his lower lip, he replied. You, me, naked and in a bed. I'm able to see your face as you fuck me.
Angel replied a minute later. Christ. You have no idea how much I want that too.
Why can't we? Spike asked in return.
You're a smart boy. I'm sure you've figured it out by now. Angel answered.
I'm right then. I know you. Spike hit send and laid back on his bed in tense silence, waiting for Angel's response.
He didn't have to wait long. The text was one simple word. Yes.
Frustrated, Spike's thumbs flew over his keypad. Why does that matter? Could see it in the beginning, you not knowing how I'd react, but I'm telling you now, Angel, I want this. Spike hit send, hoping he wasn't buggering things up. He was nervous as hell putting himself on the line like this, but he was getting desperate. He needed to know who Angel really was.
It's more complicated than that. If I could explain without giving myself away, I would.
Spike's stomach dropped. He'd hoped against hope that Angel would text back with a meeting place, somewhere well lit and quiet so he could see his face and they could talk. Right then. Never mind. It's called a fantasy for a reason, yeah?
It'll happen. Just not yet.
Spike's arms fell to his sides and he stared up at the ceiling, disappointed, not knowing what else there was to say. A minute, then two ticked by. Deciding to change the subject since the current one was getting him nowhere, he lifted his mobile again. Tell me one of your fantasies.
Angel's reply was prompt and somewhat disturbing. At least, it should have been. I don't want to scare you off.
Spike's groin tightened. Try me.
You, tied to my bed, vibrator up your ass, cock ring around your dick, begging me through the ball gag in your mouth to let you come.
Spike's cock hardened. Bloody hell. Fuck. Now I'm hard.
Put your butt plug in. The one with the switch. Don't touch the switch.
Spike hurried to comply, nearly ripping his jeans open in his haste to get out of them. Quickly he prepared himself and the plug, then inserted it with a hiss as it stretched him and a moan as it slipped fully inside. After, he washed his hands in his adjoining bathroom, then pulled his jeans back on, leaving them open with his hard-on peaking out. Done.
I want you wearing it whenever you go out over the next week, understand?
Spike's breath hitched in his throat. Leaving it in meant he'd be permanently aroused and half hard. He couldn't wait. Got it. Fuck am I horny right now.
Good. Jerk off, then call your friends and make plans to go out to see Hairspray tonight.
Spike set his mobile down on his bed and did as told, taking himself in hand as he wiggled around on the bed, bursts of pleasure rolling through him as the plug in his arse rubbed against his inner walls. It wasn't long before he was coming.
After, he relaxed back on his bed and picked up his mobile as he struggled to get his breathing under control. Quickly, he called Lindsey, then Xander, both of whom were free and more than willing to take in a film with him, although they'd questioned going to see Hairspray. Luckily Amanda Bynes was in the film so Spike dangled that in front of their faces, along with the sexy-as-ever Michelle Pfeiffer, and eventually both had agreed.
As he got ready, Spike idly wondered why exactly Angel had wanted him to go out with his mates, and why exactly he'd wanted him to go to that film in particular.
It didn't take long to find out. The lights in the theatre had no more gone down and the opening credits started than Spike's plug began vibrating. Spike gasped and nearly jumped, earning him a funny look from Lindsey, who was sitting next to him. Spike shrugged and Lindsey rolled his eyes and turned back to the screen.
It wasn't long before it became apparent that the vibrations started every time Zac Efron was on screen, and stopped when he wasn't. It also wasn't long before Spike found himself clenching his hands against his arm rests and arse cheeks against his seat in anticipation the instant he saw Zac's face. He wondered how Angel could have possibly known he'd…noticed Zac a time or two. The fact that Angel had should have scared the fuck out of Spike, but instead, all he could think about was that Angel was there somewhere and watching him.
That, combined with the vibrations in his arse and the fact that he was sitting next to his mates while they watched the film completely oblivious to what was going on, got Spike so hard he could have pounded nails. He shifted in his seat, holding his popcorn over his lap as he adjusted himself. He glanced at Lindsey out of the corner of his eye, but Lindsey seemed absorbed in the story and was no longer paying any attention to what Spike was doing next to him. For a brief second Spike considered whipping it out right there and jerking off, but common sense prevailed and he knew no matter how absorbed Lindsey was, he wouldn't miss something like that going on next to him.
Halfway through, Spike -- more and more aroused by the second -- couldn't take it anymore. He had to get off and he had to do it soon or he was sure he'd explode. Excusing himself, he hurried out of the theatre and straight for the men's room. He no more burst through the door into the toilet than his pocket vibrated. Cursing, he considered not answering it, but knew he had to. It was probably Angel.
He pulled the mobile out of his pocket as he entered a stall and shut the door. A text from Angel. Fancy that. Don't you dare touch yourself.
Spike made a noise of frustration. Have to. My cock's bloody killing me.
Don't touch yourself. Angel texted again.
Spike turned toward one of the walls of the stall and leaned his forehead against it, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get himself under control. Quietly he muttered every curse word he knew, all directed at Angel, until he felt himself calm down slightly. Pulling himself together, he swallowed his pride and texted back. Please.
No. Go back to your seat and watch the rest of the movie.
Spike stood stalk still for a full minute, weighing his options. He could do what he wanted and wank off, and in turn piss Angel off. He had no idea what would happen if he did piss him off. Part of him wanted to find out, but part of him…. Spike sighed. Most of him was enjoying Angel's attention too much to chance losing it.
Giving in, he texted back as he opened the stall door and walked out. Alright, git. I'm headed back. Going to end up with blue balls, though, and it'll be all your fault.
I'll take care of you. Trust me.
Spike's breathing quickened as he slid back into his seat, wondering if that meant that Angel was going to corner him again, or if he had something else in mind.
As it turned out, he had something else in mind. As soon as Spike sat, the vibrations started again, this time staying on whether Zac was on screen or not. When Zac was on screen, however, the vibrations sped up and soon Spike found himself desperately trying to control his breathing and stay still so he wouldn't draw attention to himself. White-knuckled, he gripped the arm rest furthest away from Lindsey with one hand, and his own thigh just above his knee with the other. A fine sheen of sweat popped out across his forehead and his cock throbbed in his jeans.
And then the vibrations started and stopped repeatedly in quick succession and Spike barely kept himself from bucking out of the seat. He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood in an effort to keep himself from screaming as the stop-start rhythm continued for several minutes, ratcheting him closer and closer to the edge.
Just when Spike was ready to rip out his hair and run for the toilet again, Angel's orders be damned, the plug resumed a steady, fast vibration and to his shock Spike felt his balls draw up. He gasped, thankful the actors on screen were signing a song, loudly. He wiggled slightly and the plug pressed directly into his prostate. With a silent cry, Spike came in his jeans, eyes rolling back in his head as every muscle in his body tensed. Desperately, he braced his feet against the floor, pressing himself back in the seat to keep his hips from bucking up and giving him away.
Nearly immediately the vibrations stopped and Spike slumped in his seat, breathing heavily as aftershocks racked his body. His head dropped back, resting on the top edge of his seat and Spike drifted on a haze of euphoria for a minute until he was jerked back to reality by a hand on his knee. Bolting straight up in his seat, Spike looked over to find Lindsey looking at him in concern.
Lindsey leaned over and asked, "Are you alright, man?"
Spike swallowed hard and shook his head. "Not feeling too well. Be right back."
Lindsey nodded and pulled his hand back. Spike jumped up immediately and hurried to the toilet to clean himself up, wincing at the mess in his jeans and thankful he'd worn black jeans and his coat.
After wiping up as much of his come as he could, Spike fastened his jeans again and pulled his mobile out of his pocket. For the first time ever, he initiated a conversation with Angel. That? Was bloody brilliant. And embarrassing as hell. Fuck.
Told you I'd take care of you.
Spike snorted at the arrogance he could almost hear pouring off of Angel. I've got a wet spot now, git.
Better cover it with your coat, then. Talk to you later and enjoy the rest of your night.
Spike found himself smiling at the parting words, warmth curling inside him. You too.
Over the next near week, Spike faithfully wore the plug whenever he went out, never knowing when Angel would be around or not. He wasn't every time, but there were several times he was. Once when Spike was at the mall with some mates from school, once when he and a group of friends went back to the paintball course -- during which Spike had expected Angel to jump out at him at any moment, only he didn't, the fucker -- and once at a club Spike, Xander and Lindsey had gone to. Again, Spike half expected Angel to corner him at some point but it never happened. Instead, he only teased and tormented him with sporadic vibrations, playing games and expecting Spike to figure out the rules, and how to get him to leave the vibrations on.
At the mall, it had been whenever one of his mates touched him in any way. Something Spike had no control over and had no way of affecting without coming off like he was coming on to one of them. He'd gone home frustrated as hell that day and wanked off in earnest in the shower.
At the paintball course, he'd been rewarded by intense vibrations every time he hit a target. He'd never won a game of paintball as fast as he did that day. He'd rushed to the toilet immediately after taking out his last opponent and had locked himself in a stall, pants down around his ankles, hand jerking his cock fast and hard -- having been given permission in a text as a reward -- hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as the vibrations continued until he came with a violent shudder and quickly texted again, begging for them to stop.
At the club, it had been whenever he danced with a girl. Something that had thrown him a little at first, considering every interaction he'd had with Angel until then had involved gay themes. Still, he didn't question it and found himself flirting almost nonstop and dancing with every pretty girl he could get to say yes, much to Lindsey and Xander's delight, both of whom took it as a sign he was finally getting over Dru.
If they only knew.
That particular night, Spike had got off on the dance floor, grinding on a wild brunette named Faith, who ground back just as enthusiastically, mouth attached to his neck. He'd discovered she didn't wear underwear when he'd slid his hands up her bare thighs and around to her backside, under her leather skirt. His hands had no more touched the bare flesh of her arse than the vibrating plug inside him kicked into high gear. Apparently Angel liked what he saw.
Never one to disappoint, Spike had slid one hand around her front, wedging it between her pelvis and his thigh and began fingering her. She'd moaned and writhed against him, her hand flying to his denim-covered cock. Spike had frozen for a second, but when the vibrations didn't stop, he assumed that meant Angel was okay with her touching him that way.
Fancy that. Apparently it was only blokes that weren't aloud to touch his dick. Assured of Angel's permission for what he was doing, Spike wrapped his free arm around Faith's waist and buried his face in her neck, licking and sucking as they danced and touched each other until each of them came right there, surrounded by oblivious dancers…and one very aware Angel.
Now it was Saturday again, and as agreed, Spike had kept his schedule open in spite of Lindsey dropping by to see if he wanted to do something. Spike had evaded the question, but it hadn't been long before Lindsey had figured it out and started harassing him, wanting to know who the lucky girl was. Spike had just shrugged and said he didn't want to talk about it until he knew if it was going somewhere or not. Lindsey had promptly called him a girl, and a wrestling match had ensued that had left Spike uncomfortably aroused and beyond thankful Lindsey hadn't seemed to notice.
Anxiously, Spike waited for Angel's text while playing video games in his room, nearly giving in to the urge to text him first several times. He was oddly reluctant to do so, though.
His pocket vibrating pulled him from his musings. His heart skipped a beat as he pulled his mobile out and saw it was from Angel. Same theater as before, same time, same seat, #4. Wear the plug with the switch.
Spike couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He'd hoped it would be somewhere with the potential for contact. So far, Angel had never made contact when he'd sent him to a flick. Spike frowned at the direction of his thoughts. He didn't know when he'd started to want the other man's touch so much, the press of his body against his, but he had and he'd missed it this last week. Shaking free of his musings, he texted back. I'll be there.
Spike showed up ten minutes early as usual and bought a popcorn and soda before taking the seat he'd been instructed to, also as usual. Vaguely, he wondered how Angel always knew it'd be free, but knew if he asked he most likely wouldn't get an explanation.
When the film started, Spike realized right off it was going to be different from the others. For starters, one of the blokes was kneeling, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back. There were also various pieces of equipment in the background, some Spike recognized, some he didn't. Spike felt his groin tighten as another bloke entered the picture and walked over, confidently taking charge of the man on his knees.
Spike stuffed popcorn in his mouth and watched, completely sucked in as the sub was strapped face down to some sort of apparatus and gagged. When a rather large plug was inserted slowly into his arse, Spike's own plug started to hum at a low speed, making Spike moan in the back of his throat, eyes sliding shut for an instant before popping back open as he once again fixated on what was going on onscreen.
Flogging was next and Spike found himself unexpectedly turned on by it. He wouldn't have thought he had a pain kink, but watching the sub moan and writhe in his bonds as his back and arse turned bright red had Spike's breath quickening and his cock throbbing in no time.
By the time the guy doing the flogging got around to pulling the bound man off the X shaped piece of equipment and fucking him -- first his mouth, then his arse -- Spike was ready to wank himself right then and there. Fumbling with his mobile, Spike texted Angel. Can I jerk off?
No.
Spike gasped. He'd been allowed to get himself off before while watching one of these flicks. Why not now? Please. I'm bloody dying here.
No. Don't question me or you won't get your reward for being good after the movie.
Sweat popped out on Spike's skin. Angel had plans for him after this. He hardened further at the thought, his cock throbbing in the tight confines of his jeans. Forcing himself to behave, Spike put his mobile away and sat gripping the armrests on his seat, trying not to move because every time he did, the vibrating in his arse brushed against his prostate and made his eyes nearly cross with pleasure, ramping up his urge to jerk off as a result.
Finally the film finished and the plug inside Spike shut off. Spike slumped in his seat in relief, panting hard, earning him a few knowing looks from men leaving the theatre. Spike snorted. They thought he was just turned on by the flick. They had no idea.
Spike stood and adjusted himself, then started for the lobby, wondering where his reward was. Just as he exited the building, his mobile vibrated. Walk around back to the alley.
Spike looked around him, anxiety coiling in his gut. It was dark out and he was in a bad section of the city, alone. Except he wasn't. Angel was there, somewhere, and for some reason Spike trusted that he'd have his back if anything happened. Pushing down his nerves, Spike slipped into the shadows and made his way to the back of the building. He stepped cautiously into the alley, looking around but not seeing anyone.
Quietly, he called out, "Angel?"
No answer. Walking deeper into the alley, further and further into the shadows cast by the light above the cinema's back door, Spike started to second guess himself, jumpier by the second. At last, he decided to turn back and just get the hell out of there. He didn't know what game Angel was playing at, but he wasn't going to get himself killed finding out. He made it two steps back the way he'd come when he was grabbed from behind and dragged back against a hard body. He started to yell but a hand clamped down over his mouth, silencing him.
"It's me," Angel whispered next to his ear.
Spike relaxed in his hold, letting Angel know he wouldn’t fight. The hand left his mouth and Spike said angrily, "Bloody hell, mate. Is it really necessary to scare the shit out of me every time?"
To his surprise, Angel chuckled. "No. It's just fun."
Spike scowled for a second, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips at the sound of Angel's amusement. "Git."
Hot air blew across his neck, making Spike shiver and the mirth of a moment before slip away. Instinctively he tilted his head to the side, giving Angel access.
In a husky whisper, Angel asked, "Did you like the show?"
Teeth latched onto his jugular and Spike moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Yes."
Angel groaned in response, releasing his flesh to say, "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, boy."
Spike shuddered and pushed back against the erection pressing between his arse cheeks, making the plug inside him shift and rub. "You want to do that to me, don't you?"
Angel ghosted his teeth up the side of Spike's throat toward his ear. "That and more."
Spike reached behind him, grabbing a handful of Angel's arse with one hand, while the other reached up and back, clutching Angel's head to him, fingers threaded through his thick hair. "Please. Want it. Buggering hell. I want all of it, Angel."
"Soon," Angel whispered against his ear, voice a little unsteady. He pulled him further into the shadows, then turned them around. "Hands on the wall."
Spike obeyed immediately and felt Angel's hands go to work on his jeans. He looked down and watched as they were first unbuttoned, then unzipped. He gasped in pleasure as he was freed and fisted. A couple of hard, quick pulls and his cock was released. Spike whimpered in response.
Angel pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and whispered, "Patience, baby."
Spike bit his lip and waited for whatever Angel was going to do to him next. When his jeans were pushed down over his arse, his heart sped up, wondering if this was it, if Angel was going to fuck him right here and now. He found he was equally excited and scared by the prospect. When Angel touched the base of the plug, his fingers brushing against Spike's exposed backside, Spike nearly jumped a foot in the air.
Angel chuckled and said softly, "Relax. I'm not going to do anything you aren't ready for. I promise."
Spike nodded his head and swallowed. No matter the mixed feelings swirling inside him, his cock, hard and throbbing as it jutted out in front of him, was apparently fully on board with whatever was about to happen.
Angel's fingers curled around the base of the plug and he rotated it. Spike moaned, precome leaking from his cock in reaction. When Angel started pulling the plug out, pressing a hand to the small of Spike's back to hold him still, Spike whimpered. Angel suddenly stopped pulling as the widest part of the plug stretched the tight ring of muscle at Spike's opening, and for a full minute it hovered there, forcing him wide open, making Spike breathe erratically and fist his hands against the wall.
"You have no idea how hot you look right now," Angel whispered, a hint of awe in his voice.
Spike shuddered, the comment sending tingles of pleasure up his spine. "Please," he begged, desperate.
"Please what?" Angel asked in return, twisting the plug but not pulling it any further out.
Spike gasped at the strange feeling. "More," he managed between labored breaths.
Suddenly, the plug was pulled out the rest of the way and Spike groaned at the loss. Seconds later, something else was pressing against his stretched arsehole. Instinctively he started to turn his head to see what it was, tensing at the thought that Angel was about to fuck him.
Quickly Angel stepped out of his line of sight and ordered in a harsh whisper, "Face the wall. Now."
Spike cursed and turned back toward the wall. "Sorry. I just…."
He trailed off as the pressure against his opening increased. A hand ran up and down his back under his shirt, from the base to between his shoulder blades and back again as Angel said, "Take deep breaths. It's another plug. Bigger than the last, but you can take it, can't you? For me?"
More pressure, more stretching and Spike's eyes rolled back in his head. "Yes."
Another inch slid home and Angel leaned over his back, licking at the lobe of his ear. "Good boy."
Spike moaned and pressed back against the plug, bearing down. It slid in the rest of the way, stretching him wider than he'd been stretched before. Spike's head dropped between his arms and he panted, riding out the discomfort, feeling more than pleased with himself for not crying out as the widest part of it was sucked into his body.
"Oh God," he moaned as Angel played with the base, wiggling it around. It felt…weird, different, besides the increased size.
As if reading his thoughts, Angel said conversationally, "It's curved at the end. It's made to press and rub against your prostate with every movement when it's facing the right way. Of course, you could turn it around like this," Angel said and Spike cried out at the sensation of it twisting inside him, "and have it curve the other way and leave your prostate mostly alone, but you won't do that, will you? You'll be a good boy and keep it curved toward it because that's how I want it."
It was an order, not a question, but Spike answered nonetheless. "Yes, Angel."
He was rewarded with Angel once again turning it around inside him. Involuntarily, his hips bucked forward, thrusting his cock into midair. He whimpered in frustration. He needed to come so badly, but knew it wasn't going to happen until Angel was good and ready.
Fingers wrapped around his cock once more and Spike moaned in anticipation. Leaning over his back again, Angel braced his free hand on the wall next to Spike's and thrust his erection against Spike's bare arse.
In his ear, Angel ordered, "Fuck my fist."
Spike immediately complied, thrusting in and out of the tight circle of Angel's hand, groaning and panting, his fingers clawing into the brick as Angel ground against him, sending the new plug bouncing over his prostate as a result. Between Angel's hand around his cock and the plug Angel was using to pseudo-fuck him with, Spike knew he wasn't going to last long.
"P-please. N-need to come," Spike stuttered out.
"Not yet. Just a little more. Give me a little more, baby."
Spike cried out, trying to slow down his thrusts so he didn't come before Angel wanted him to, but it was bloody hard. What Angel was doing to him was so erotic he might as well be fucking him, except, he wasn't quite ready for that, was he? And once again, Angel had known that and not pushed him for more.
Minutes of torturous pleasure later, Angel bit down hard on Spike's ear and said urgently, "Now. Come for me now."
Spike groaned in relief and began fucking Angel's fist fast and hard, jaw clenched, fingers clawing at the cool brick in front of him as Angel thrust against his arse in earnest. The plug inside him suddenly started vibrating, and fucking hell, Spike hadn't known it vibrated, had thought the controller in the hand Angel had braced against the wall was from the other one.
His balls drew up and then he was coming, milky ropes of it splattering across the wall in front of him as his head dropped back and he cried out in pleasure. Behind him, Angel continued to thrust, letting go of Spike's spent cock and the wall to grab his hips and hold on tight. Half a minute later, Angel froze behind him and groaned, a low, guttural, intensely satisfied groan that made Spike shiver and his cock twitch, in spite of being nowhere near ready to get hard again.
For long minutes they stayed like that, Angel's hands on Spike's hips, his front pressed to Spike's back, come dripping down the brick wall Spike had his hands braced against. Eventually, Angel pressed a kiss to the back of Spike's neck and stepped back. Spike bit off a moan at the loss of his body against him and straightened, pulling up his jeans and fastening them.
Once his kit was adjusted and he'd moved to the side, away from the mess on the wall, Angel stepped back in close and squeezed his shoulders. "Close your eyes."
Spike's breath hitched in anticipation, remembering what had happened the last time Angel had told him to do that, and did as he was told. Angel turned him around and backed him up to the wall. Spike struggled to keep his eyes closed as fingers ran over his lids, across his cheeks and down his jaw line, pausing at his lips to trace them as well. It was likely the most erotic thing Spike had ever experienced.
Angel stepped in, pressing his body against Spike's and trapping Spike against the wall. Instinctively, Spike lifted his hands, settling them on Angel's hips as their lips met. The kiss went on and on, lazy and intimate and oh so very good. Spike never wanted it to end. He wanted to spend the rest of his life just like this…and soddin' hell, Lindsey was right. He was a girl.
Eventually they came up for air and Angel whispered, "Know the real reason I take you by surprise every time?"
"What?" Spike whispered back, loath to break the spell around them and wishing he had the courage to open his eyes and see once and for all who Angel was.
A hand brushed over his cheek. "Because I love the way you relax against me the instant you know it's me."
The hand fell away and suddenly Angel's body wasn't pressed against his anymore. Spike heard footsteps walking away, knowing it was Angel leaving. He waited several heartbeats then opened his eyes, just in time to see Angel's silhouette disappear deeper into the shadows.
Pushing away from the wall, Spike hurriedly left the alley, making his way back to the street where he flagged down a cab and slid inside, biting off a moan as his new, larger plug with the curved end rubbed his still sensitized prostate. As the cab pulled away from the curb, Spike stared out his window, feeling eyes on him and knowing Angel had watched to make sure he got out of there safely.
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