Kink Bingo: Square 1=Branding

[jasonsnene]

Title:  Branding

Author:  jasonsnene

Rating:  NC17

Pairing:  Spike/Angel

Warnings:  M/M, toys

Beta: 

carinas_carinae

 
 For

kink_bingo:  branding.  See my card here. 

 

 A/N:  So this is my very first ficlet for kink_bingo!  Go Nene!!  It's sort of a follow up to a fic I posted earlier this week called Viper.  If you haven't read it, you don't need to but it's very kinky fun.  :D  Also, I should point out that in the rules at kink_bingo, they do allow for creative license, and since I didn't think I could write an actual branding, this is my kinky take on the word.

 

Angel stared at the invoice in front of him, knowing it must be some sort of mistake.  No way in hell had Spike done this.  Seriously, there was no way that he would dare use company resources for…this.

 
But the numbers were right there in front of him, and Angel remembered belatedly the boxes Spike was unloading from the trunk of the Viper the day of the “incident” in the trunk and the fact that Spike was going to a meeting with the bleach venom demons for a meeting about hair care products.  He’d been had. 

 
Spike chose that moment to come sauntering into Angel’s office with a large box under his arm.  He dropped the box on Angel’s desk with a smirk and settled into a leather chair, waiting for the explosion.

 
“Spike, did you really use company resources to develop your own brand of…”

 
“Yep.”

 
“…”

 
“Wot?  You always said I should plan more, and it’s a bloody good plan.”

 
Angel pushed back from his desk and started pacing.  Spike could tell he was gearing up for a lengthy speech and decided to head Angel off at the pass.  Angel wasn’t the only one good at distractions.

 
His first item came out of the box and he sat it right in Angel’s line of sight.  Heh.  Yep, the poof nearly tripped on the turn.  Who knew a picture of him, nearly naked, and holding up a bunch of cherries would be so interesting to the brooding wonder.  Course, it may have had something to do with the product itself.  But Spike had a feeling it wasn’t the industrial size bottle of lube that was causing that look. 

 
Item two caused Angel to step a bit closer.  It was made of blood red leather and had multiple straps and other assorted features.  Spike was hoping he’d get to see it on Angel, but that would all depend on his reaction to the third, and what Spike was sure was the best of the lot.

 
Sure enough, Angel’s mouth fell open and there may have been a touch of drool. 

 
“Now, luv, why don’t you get your kit off and you can see for yourself how I’ve been spending the company’s dosh?”

 
Angel didn’t even blink; he just started unbuttoning his shirt.  Spike nearly howled in victory, but he refrained himself, not wanting to break Angel out of his lust induced trance.  By the time Angel was naked, Spike had joined him in stripping off. 

 
Spike urged Angel to bend over the desk, and oddly enough, Angel complied with barely a whimper.  Next came the lube, cherry scented, of course, and Spike had Angel stretched out and glistening in no time.  The straps of leather were used to tie him in place, and damned if the red didn’t look fuckin’ hot against Angel’s skin.

 
And then for the piece d’ resistance.  His final masterpiece, a life sized vibrating replica of his cock.  His slid it in and turned it on and Angel howled.  Spike grinned and knew he was going to be rich.  Nothing like user satisfaction to ensure the success of a product. 

 
He let the vibrator work Angel into a frenzy before slicking himself up and replacing the replica with the real deal.  Angel was obviously enjoying the experience and before Spike could really even get into it, Angel was gasping and spasming around him as his orgasm hit. 

 
Spike leered.  Yep.  He was going to be filthy rich.  He’d have to let marketing know that “Get Spiked!” was a resounding success.  Just as soon as he finished pounding Angel’s ass.