*waves and giggles*
So, for my mod challenge over at
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pjgale asked me for:Spike and Angel doing anything with Linds perving
Now, I knew that this might be an opportunity for me to do something a bit clever and artistic - or even sweet (e.g. Linds might catch them in a cute, cuddly moment etc). However, I swiftly rejected those ideas, laughed in the face of opportunity and decided to go with smut instead.
Heh, what can I say? I'm predictable...
Unexpected
Lindsey was hacked the fuck off.
Angel had ordered his TAC team to raid his place at one in the fuckin’ morning – AGAIN – over some bullshit! He definitely only did it to get under Lindsey’s skin; there was no way in hell that the vampire really believed that he had some hell-portal-opening mojo urn stashed in his apartment. He was so annoyed that it was almost making him horny.
He didn’t care that it was nearly two in the morning – he was going to have words with the big bastard and he was going to have them now. If he was in bed? Too bad. There were approximately one million ways to circumvent the W&H security system and he knew more than his fair share of them.
Lindsey strode towards Angel’s office, intent on reaching the private elevator. He was surprised to find the lobby bathed in light from the office windows and to hear the muffled noise of a television with the sound turned low.
Pausing, he listened and then stepped stealthily towards the office, relieved to spot that the glass was un-fogged so that he could see inside. He looked to the left and saw the big widescreen TV showing some early-morning straight-to-video shit. No-one appeared to be on the couch. Careful to stay as quiet and hidden from view as possible – easy enough considering that he was in the darkened lobby – he glanced right.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
He had a side-on view of Spike and Angel. The blond was on his knees, sucking the other vampire’s dick, with his hands cuffed behind his back. Angel held a knife to his throat.
They were both fully clothed and Spike wasn’t even unzipped. Angel had the hand not holding the weapon tangled tightly in Spike’s hair and was using the hard grip to yank his head back and forth in an unforgiving rhythm. The blond’s cock was a clearly outlined column through the denim.
Lindsey swallowed hard. The thought that the vampires were fucking had never even occurred to him; he knew that they were straight. But then again, so was he, and that somehow wasn’t preventing his dick from springing to instant hardness. There was just something so fucking hot and horny about it! He suspected it was the cuffs and knife that were helping to excite him – and apparently he wasn’t the only one.
Spike was fruitlessly pumping his hips forward, encountering nothing more than thin air; he uselessly twisted his wrists, wanting a free hand, but they were firmly fastened behind him. He whined deep in his throat and tried to pull back from Angel’s grip. Growling, the bigger vampire tugged his head back, letting his cock bounce free. He lowered the blade momentarily and released his hair too.
“What is it?” he demanded.
“Angel! ‘M aching so bad! It’s startin’ to hurt…”
The brunet smacked him around the face with a resounding crack, instantly bringing the knife back into play and digging the wicked point into the soft underside of Spike’s jaw. Beads of blood welled from the wound, sliding down the metal edge of the weapon.
“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock. If I decide that you deserve any stimulation, I’ll let you know.”
Spike growled, whether reflexively or because he liked the results of disobedience, Lindsey wasn’t sure. However, he tended to lean towards the latter considering the way his eyelids fluttered when Angel put more pressure on the knife and growled himself, much louder and more threateningly.
When Spike opened his mouth and swallowed Angel to the hilt again – which was fucking impressive in and of itself, Lindsey had to admit – the bigger vampire smiled and removed the weapon, bringing it up to his mouth and licking the blood from it with one sweep of his tongue.
The Texan had no idea why he should find the whole scene so hot. They were vampires for fuck’s sake. Male vampires. Since when had he liked BDSM and bloodplay? And cock, for that matter?!
He should leave; just slowly and quietly back away and get the hell out of there. Not only was it wrong to engage in secret voyeurism like some kind of sick pervert, but he shouldn’t want to watch them. Besides, if they found out it could prove dangerous to his health…
Very disturbed, he nevertheless kept his eyes trained avidly on the scene. He could feel that a low-key buzz had settled in his balls and his pulse was thudding heavily through his groin. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before his straining erection became uncomfortable and he dropped a hand down, sure that his intention was to grip its base and will it away. Much to his surprise, he found himself rubbing at it instead, through his jeans.
He was still engaged in this unexpected act five minutes later, when Angel suddenly put his knee into the centre of Spike’s chest and shoved hard, causing him to sprawl backwards on the floor with his hands trapped beneath him.
“Get up,” ordered Angel with a smirk.
Spike just glared at him and the other vampire sighed. He suddenly pressed his booted foot down onto the blond’s dick and balls, hard enough that the contact was just past pleasurable and into painful territory, judging by the look on Spike’s face.
“What have I told you about disobeying me?”
“Um…That it crushes your itty bitty ego while also, strangely, turning you on?”
Angel growled again, carelessly tossing the knife to the side and using both hands to haul Spike to his feet. Keeping one hand fisted in his tee-shirt, he used the other to grab the metal chain of the handcuffs behind the other vampire’s back, tugging down sharply on it and making him wince.
“You know, I can go all night without helping you out,” he warned in a conversational tone, wedging his thigh roughly in between Spike’s legs, causing him to grunt at the sudden pressure. Lindsey stifled a gasp as he continued to grope himself through his pants.
“Angel…” he said pleadingly, trying to rub off on his leg. The bigger vampire held him still.
“What?”
“Please don’t.” He leaned his head forwards and licked Angel’s neck, kissing his jaw. “I’ll be good, I promise.” He vamped out briefly to slice a fang into his lower lip and then, slipping back into human visage, he kissed Angel to allow the thick drops of blood to fill his mouth. “Please…Sire.”
Angel’s eyes rolled in his head and he kissed Spike back for a few seconds before using his grip on the cuffs to pull him back. “You are such a sneaky little cheat.”
He dropped a hand down to cup the bulge at the front of Spike’s Levi’s, grinning at the blond’s satisfied groan. He deftly unfastened the zipper and plunged his hand inside.
Lindsey felt his own cock jump beneath his hand and copied the action, popping the button fly on his own jeans and shoving his underwear out of the way so that he could tug the hard flesh free. It occurred to him that there were a thousand reasons why this was a very bad idea. However, he had one good reason in his hand and, being a man, that was sufficient for him to proceed.
He spat into his hand and stroked himself firmly, squeezing lightly on the upstroke and bracing himself against the door frame for support.
Although Lindsey hadn’t been concentrating, he had vaguely heard the vampires talking about fucking and when he turned his attention back to them, Angel was bending Spike over the back of the couch and yanking his jeans down his thighs.
The Texan watched Angel bite into his fingers and use blood to grease Spike up quickly, before driving powerfully inside him, to a cry of mixed pleasure and pain. Angel pulled sharply on his cuffed wrists, forcing his back to bow awkwardly, and smacked his ass hard as he started to pound inside him.
Almost unconsciously, Lindsey moved his hand to mirror Angel’s thrusts. They were so damned hot, cursing and murmuring low, dirty words as Angel fucked Spike hard and deep. He flushed to find himself wondering what it felt like, particularly for the blond, but discovered that his shame actually heightened his arousal.
He bit back a moan. Concerned as they were with each other, surrounded by their own lustful scent and with the backdrop of the television, he thought it unlikely that they would become aware of his presence, but he wasn’t going to take any unnecessary risks.
As Angel made Spike beg him to hit his sweet spot and let him get off, Lindsey became aware that his heart was hammering against his ribs and that blissful heat was washing through his sweat-dampened body as the deep tension coiled irresistibly at his centre. He was going to come soon.
This was a problem. A problem that he had to think about but was currently having trouble addressing due to the distinct lack of blood in his brain. As things stood, he was about to shoot his load all over Angel’s office door. Not ideal. His eyes fixated again on Angel’s cock sliding in and out of Spike’s perfect white ass and he knew that it was too fucking late for him to come up with a satisfactory solution.
Knowing that Spike was on the edge, Angel suddenly pulled him upright, still pistoning into him, and began to strip his dick. Within a very few hard tugs, the blond shouted aloud and pumped long, arcing jets of cum into the air. Instantly, Angel withdrew from him, spun him around and forced him to his knees in one harsh, fluid movement, before coming all over his face.
The shocking, unexpected dirtiness of the finale sent Lindsey’s orgasm hurtling through him with knee-weakening, unanticipated strength. He bit down hard on his lips to prevent himself from practically screaming, trying to concentrate both on not collapsing and on catching his spunk in his hand as he experienced one of the strongest orgasms of his life. The ecstasy was explosive, bursting from his core all through his body and sending tingling aftershocks tripping through him. He felt pulse after pulse of hot cum splattering his hand.
As the sensation finally ebbed and he regained his senses a little, he looked down at himself. He really ought to do something proactive because he was currently stood with one hand on his dick and the other full of cum. Not really seeing any other option, he wiped the semen off on his jeans; they needed a wash anyway. Eve might not be overly impressed, but still…
As he buttoned his pants, he glanced back up to see what the vampires were doing, rather interested to find out what happened in the afterglow. He was amazed to see Angel also on his knees on the floor, using the tail of his own shirt to clean Spike up. The brunet then kissed him deeply as he reached behind his back to unfasten the cuffs, bringing each of the raw, chafed wrists to his lips and softly kissing them.
“Are you ok?” he asked, nuzzling his face against Spike’s.
“’Course I am,” he smiled in return, purring a little.
Lindsey tried to convince himself that he wanted to roll his eyes, rather than make an ‘aw, isn’t that sweet?” face. He decided that it was probably time to make a hasty exit; suddenly, his beef with Angel about…whatever the hell it had been – urns? Something portal-related? – didn’t seem all that important. Certainly not as important as the fact that he had just jerked off perving on two male vampires going at it. He was about to retreat when the next words he heard froze him to the spot.
“Do you think Lindsey enjoyed it?”
“Reckon so, pet. Wanna ask him…?”
They both looked in the direction of the door, and Lindsey wondered whether he had enough time to escape.
He wondered whether he wanted to.
THE END.
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