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Title: New Order Part 9/41 (and counting)
Author: Jasonsnene
Rating: NC17
Characters: Spike, Angel, Xander (others later)
Warnings: M/M, M/M/M, Torture, BDSM, N/C, probably others.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters associated with this story and don't make any money from it.
Summary: Angel's world changed after the final battle. He and Spike still work to save L.A. but when Xander is the one who needs to be saved, how will their world be impacted.
Feedback: Keeps me encouraged to add more
This fic has not been betad.
Previous parts here
Spike whimpered with desire at Angel’s softly spoken phrase. He waited for so many years to be needed by his Sire. And now, everything he always wanted was his. His Sire, above him, wanting him, was a powerful need for the childe and he opened his eyes, tried to show Angel how much the words meant to him. He gently kissed Angel before he answered.
“You’ve got me.”
Angel felt so much emotion from the simple words. Only his Childe could cause his emotions to swirl around him this way. His connection with Spike was special. He may not have made Spike, but he was Spike’s Sire in every other way. He trained him, loved him, punished him and fucked him like any other master would a new childe. But the connection they now shared was so much more powerful, so much better, than anything they had before, before he realized just what he had in Spike, before he understood that he needed Spike just as much as Spike needed him, before he opened himself to the joy that was his childe.
It wasn’t always perfect. Spike was still a pain in the ass sometimes. Angel kind of liked that about him but would never confess it to his childe. He figured Spike already knew the truth. Spike still smarted off and ran his mouth when he shouldn’t and came up with crazy ideas. But he was by Angel’s side, 100 percent, for the things that counted. When times got rough, he now knew without thinking that his childe would be by his side. And when things were serious, he never doubted Spike’s ability to resolve a problem or kill anything in his path that threatened Angel.
Angel moved back on the chaise, stopping his thoughts from admiring Spike’s actions and focused all of his attention on the body spread before him. He tugged Spike’s shirt from the waist of his pants. He slowly raised it over Spike’s body, being sure to brush his fingers over every inch of skin he exposed. It was tantalizing, that pale flesh over firm muscle. Lean and firm, he just wanted to taste it all.
Spike rose up slightly to allow Angel to pull the shirt from his head. Angel leaned forward again and attached his lips to Spike’s. Their lips and tongues battled in a kiss that would have left them breathless had they actually needed to breathe. Both vampires were never more thankful to not need the oxygen.
Spike pulled Angel’s shirt off as soon as they broke from the kiss and Angel began kissing his way down Spike’s bare chest. He paid special attention to the nipples, just as Spike liked and the whimpers and groans he earned urged him on. His fingers slowly made their way to the fastening of Spike’s jeans. He slowly pulled them open, kissing the flesh at Spike’s waist where the denim met skin.
Spike began to writhe under him as Angel slowly lowered the zipper and covered each section of skin with lips and tongue. When Spike’s erection was uncovered, Angel immediately began to lick and suck on the firm flesh. He left it for the moment it took to pull Spike’s jeans completely off, leaving the vampire naked and reclining on the chaise.
Angel took a moment to enjoy the sight. Spike’s arousal stood out from his body and beckoned to Angel. The tip was beaded with moisture and Angel leaned forward again to lick it off. He lifted Spike’s legs and straddled the chair himself, gently lowering Spike’s limbs so they rested over his own.
Then he lowered his head again and curled himself over to lick and suck on the tip of Spike’s cock. Spike was trying to hold himself still but the incredible feeling of his Sire’s mouth and tongue on his body caused a wave of desire to crash over him. He began to gently thrust into Angel’s mouth.
Angel placed one hand on Spike’s hip to hold him steady while the other gently grasped his balls and twisted and pulled. The action caused another bit of precum to seep from his erection. Spike growled his pleasure and stilled his hips.
Angel moved his hands to spread Spike’s legs further and circled his fingers around the clenching entrance. Teasing touches, just to torment Spike further as his mouth continued to suck and lick at the head of Spike’s cock. He ran his tongue over and over the slit, pulling out the moisture with each swipe. When he felt Spike’s balls start to tighten up he gently pulled away, much to Spike’s dismay.
“I want to be inside you when you cum.” Angel’s words almost made Spike cum then but he fought the urge and wanted to wait for his Sire to be there with him. Angel moved Spike’s legs up and stood to remove his own pants. He quickly moved to the bedside table to grab the lube they kept there and returned to his childe’s side.
Angel resumed his former position with Spike’s legs draped over his own and began to ease slicked fingers into Spike’s entrance. As his first finger was fully sheathed, he curled it gently to barely brush against Spike’s prostate. His childe writhed in pleasure and began to lift and lower his hips, fucking himself on Angels finger. One finger quickly became two and Spike’s thrusts became harder and faster as Angel worked to prepare him.
The third finger stretched him open and Angel curled them to rub against Spike’s nub as his childe’s hips took on a frantic pace. Spike was rolling his head back and forth across the chaise, wanting to cum so badly but wanting to wait for his Sire as well.
Angel removed his fingers and pushed his slicked cock towards Spike’s stretched entrance. He pushed through in one thrust and pulled Spike’s hips toward him so that Spike was fully impaled on his shaft. Angel began to slowly piston his hips forward and back, teasing his childe with short and shallow strokes.
From his seated position, Angel could enjoy every expression on Spike’s face as he showed his pleasure at Angel’s movements. Then he leaned slowly back, propping himself on his elbows and let Spike’s hips take up the movement.
Spike moved his feet up the edge of the chaise on either side of Angel’s thighs. He moved his hips forwards and back, up and down, and felt Angel’s cock moving inside him. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and Spike knew he would not be able to hold out for long.
He slowly pulled himself up, being careful to keep Angel firmly inside him and straddled both Angel’s body and the chaise. He raised and lowered himself over his Sire’s body, angling the thrusts so that they hit his prostate every few thrusts. His own cock bounced before him and slapped itself against Angel’s stomach with every downward thrust.
He quickened the pace and watched Angel’s face contort with pleasure. He leaned forward and braced his hands against Angel’s chest. He moved even faster, nearly slamming himself up and down on Angel’s body. He was hitting his prostate with every thrust, at the perfect angle to pleasure both himself and his Sire.
As he felt himself tightening in orgasm, he moved his hands up and twisted Angel’s nipples fiercely. At Angel’s shout of pleasure, he came, shooting his release all over his Sire’s chest.
Once Angel felt his childe’s muscles clenching in release, he let go his own and shot into Spike’s hole. He quickly lifted his childe up so that some of his release merged with Spike’s on his chest.
He pulled his childe down to him and crushed their chests together, their fluids mixing together to cover both of their chests. Just before their lips met, Angel looked into Spike’s eyes and stated “Mine.”. Spike answered with “Yours.”. And they kissed to seal the pledge.