Title: A polished Act 1/1
Author/pseudonym: Lisa
E-mail address: Angelslovechild@aol.com
Rating: NC-17 for language, explicit, rough m/m slash
Disclaimer: Angelus, and Spike and any other characters from "Buffy" or "Angel" are the property of Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, the WB, and anyone else I may have forgotten to mention, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Dedicated to:Shy, Morgana, Rebecca, Kita, and Charles Cook
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"Bloody Hell!" The vampire growled and held his hand up to the feeble light,
from his flickering lamp. "Jesus, bloody fucking Hell." The night sky through
the door, showed indigo, and the fact that it was very late now.
Spike shook his head and sighed heavily. Damn it. He looked at his nails again,
making a face. What was it with this brand? It wasn't drying properly at all
and he had to get going. Bloody stupid nail paint. It kept bubbling up. What
was he going to tell his lover?
Not that his lover cared about his nails at all, but it just really was annoying.
"stupid, cheap brand." Spike picked up the bottle again and squinted his eyes
in concentration. Once more, he pulled the lid, along with its brush, out to
apply even strokes. Once more, they looked lovely and good. Quickly, he cleaned
off the messed up ones and reapplied over them as well.
Spike growled and shook his hand through the air,waiting..and then he stopped,
looking them over. Perfect. No Tiny bubbles had popped up this time, but the
other hand still needed doing, and he needed to hurry.
"You coming, Spike, or do I have to drag you out by the hair?"
Spike moaned and almost threw the bottle into the nearest trash can, cursing
again. "Wait, you stupid git," he muttered under his breath, before raising
his breath and saying. "Yeah, right. I'd like to see you try."
"Wanna test me?" Angelus popped in, all grins and evil intent in the easy pose
he conveyed. He sauntered closer, eyes wandering over the slender blond in front
of him, before he stopped a few inches away. "I can do that, if you like." Angelus
licked his lips and then grabbed the bottle from the from Spikes hand, much
to the younger vampires surprise.
"Hey! Give it back!" Spike pouted, snatching half heartily after the polish,
but Angelus was too quick. He watched his sire with ice blue eyes, annoyance
glittering across the surface. "You don't even want it, wanker."
"No?" The older vampire evaded and then came around with a wicked half sneer
"and that means what?" His hand flicked out and entwined in Spikes short bristly
hair, pulling it almost painfully. "How about I just show you just exactly what
I *do* want?" He pulled the others head to the side, exposing a taunt neck.
"Leave me alone!" Spike growled, his eyes tingeing yellow as he started to pull
away in annoyance. He didn't need this game. Not now, and maybe never. "You're
not the boss of me," he declared, but was unable to pull away from the one handed
grip that Angelus had through his hair.
"Oh?" Angelus laughed, feeling quite excited by this turn of events. He pulled
roughly, bringing his insolent childes mouth over so that his own could lock
onto it and force a heated meeting of tongues.
Spike struggled, but his body moved closer, molding itself to the older vampire
and forgetting the hand on his head in that single instant. He moaned into the
heat of his sires mouth, wanting more.
Angelus pulled away, closing the polish before he put it down, and turned to
go, pleased when he heard another sound from the blond. A whimper? A pleading?
Angelus chuckled softly but only said. "See ya."
"What?" Spike's mouth fell open and his fists clenched in a budding anger. "Where
do you think you going, you bloody wanker?" He stomped after his sire, growling.
A step away, and the dark haired vampire spun around and grabbed him by the
throat.
Angelus drove Spike back, off balance and stumbling until they were halted by
the other wall...and Angelus was grinning wider than ever before. "Leave you
alone? I thought you wanted me to." His voice said that he knew it had never
been true, and then the older vampire was kissing Spike again, and his hands
were tugging at clothing that covered his lovers body.
Spike responded in kind, biting at his sires lips, just as much as he kissed.
He growled in anger at the game and in need, at his rising passions. "No!" He
pushed Angelus away, who only giggled. "You won't do that to me. I'm not your
boy. Not any more!" God, he was angry, and it felt good now. No more cowering
from his stupid fucking sire, if he had every done such a thing. "It's my turn,
this time!"
Angelus smirked, rubbing his hand over a bloodied mouth. Whose blood was it?
He didn't care. "Oh yeah? Is that true, Spike? Have you just grown some real
balls now, or is it a joke? I think it is." He stepped closer, looking to grab
his childe, but now Spike was ready and he evaded, swinging a fist out to slam
it into Angelus' face.
"My Turn!!" Spike advanced on Angelus and he grabbed him by the collar of his
coat, anger and lust radiating as one. "MY TURN!" Another punch that Angelus
somehow managed to miss. Spike grinned crazily, smelling blood and lusting after
more. "I'll kill you!" and he almost meant it, but Angelus turned and his foot
swept out. Spike fell back, landing painfully, and dazed by the move. He moved
to get up, but Angelus was on top and pinning.
"Boy! You don't have the nerve!" The older vampire turned Spike over and again
he pulled at the childes clothes. "No more games." Angelus held Spike down and
somehow managed to pull his own pants down, and the other as well. "Now, its
*my* turn* His demon face glowered, but there was a smile in it, as he shifted
his weight to keep Spike from getting away. "Always, my turn."
Spike moaned under the confinement, his head pressed to the floor and his ass
exposed for the pleasure of his sire. "Fuck, you." He wiggled under the assault,
so angry he was seeing red.
Angelus laughed, saying harshly. "Oh, I will." And he thrust forward, before
Spike could get any new leverage, and he pushed into Spikes dry tight hole.
"Oh, yeah, baby." He was spearing into his childe, hard and fast, and commanding.
Powerful full strokes kept Spike pinned as Angelus locked his mouth onto a small
amount of exposed neck of his childe, and his teeth slid through pale flesh.
Blood bubbled up, and Spike was meeting his sires thrust with angry moves of
his own as he felt Angelus drinking and fucking him at the same time. His head
tilted sideways, giving more room for the feeding vampire. "Fuck...fuck." Spike
shuddered, his pretenses suddenly left behind as he moaned loudly and increased
his upward pelvic action. "Fuck, me, you fucking, bastard!" Eyes closed, and
fists clenched under his body helplessly as his cock throbbed between his legs,
and he felt the flood of pleasure as his prostate was forcefully hit.
Angelus bit down harder, drinking dark crimson, impossibly speeding up, and
then he was coming. Cold seed filled Spikes passage, and it was enough to send
him into his own personal abyss.
Spike's cum spurted out under him and soaked into the run he had not even noticed
that he lay on. He panted with breath they never needed and never would. He
shuddered as Angelus collapsed on him and stopped drinking to lick at twin punctures
that were already healing at his tongues urgings.
"I did, Spike, and I'll do it any time I want. You're mine." The dark haired
vampire got up, pulling his clothes together and shaking his head before heading
to the door way. "Get ready, Spike. I want to get some *real* food" He ran his
hands through his hair, making its usual shape and then ducking out the door
without another word.
Spike painfully got up, muttering to himself as he gingerly inspected his slightly
sore cock. The carpet was rougher than he realized, but he seemed to be OK.
He growled in the direction his sire had taken and then took a deep cleansing
breath. "Fucking, poof"
Quickly, he pulled his own clothing together and then took a few steps toward
the exit as well. For a second he stopped, mentally deciding what he wanted
to do. He brought his hand up and swore, his annoyance back in that moment as
he looked his very clean, and not polished nails. "Bloody Fucking hell." Jesus.
The things one did for love. He ought to have his have his head examined.
Spike stepped back and snatched up the bottle of polish and he slipped it into
his pocket, swearing again as he heard his sire call. Would it be wise to ignore
the voice? Maybe he should tremble even. The sarcastic thought came with the
question of, would he like another fucking just right now? Spike grinned at
the thought, his feet moving to the door, but not very quickly. "Sod it." He
wasn't all that hungry anyway.
The blond sat down and took his polish out, setting it down and waiting for
the next part to happen. He'd make his sire come and get him, and this time,
it would be different. This time, he would do the taking, and Angelus would
like it just as much as he had. Of that, he had faith. This time...
"Spike!"
The blond vampire giggled, opening the bottle of polish and he started to do
his nails once more. He heard footsteps, but he didn't look up, only muttering
to himself with a silent chuckle. "I'd like to see you try!"
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The End