Spoils of Victory-Temptation; #347-sister; Spike/Angel(NC-17)

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AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Spoils of Victory- Temptation
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angel, implied Spike/Wes
SUMMARY: Spike has invaded the penthouse; Angel wonders why. Done for tamingthemuse #347-sister. (I'm calling this the 'Victory Verse')
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SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x08 - "Destiny"
CONTENT: m/m sex.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 2,206 words.



Okay, so I'm having my 'morning brood', as Harmony calls it. And it's about Spike, of course, what else?

I sip my blood. Otter again, not bad. As ditzy as Harmony can be, she at least manages to handle the little things properly.

I sigh. Take all the mental detours you want, I tell myself. It's not going to solve the problem at hand. Spike.

Living with Spike is...untidy. Not the mess of his whirlwind of activity and junk food, the maid service can handle it. Though I had to authorize overtime and bonuses to keep the penthouse in a reasonable state of tidiness.

No, it is the whole, umm, question of Spike. He refuses to keep any kind of decorum. He sleeps naked, and no amount of pleading, bribing, or threatening has so far managed to change that. So as a result we end up waking up tangled together, usually with my, ummm, cock pressed against his ass in one state or another of arousal. Then that cheeky little brat smiles at me, comments in some snarky way about my cock, and meanwhile his is hard too, and I can never manage to find anything clever to reply with. Then, then, to add insult to injury, he gets up and heads off to the shower to very loudly masturbate. By the time he finishes I could use my cock as a deadly weapon, and I've got to pass him all damp and clad only in a towel as I get in and have to beat off myself.

And he won't stay dressed! As soon as we get off the elevator he's peeling things off, and he walks around in just his jeans or he loses the jeans and pulls on silk boxers. Boxers, by the way, I bought him to sleep in, not parade around the penthouse looking like sin. And it's just not fair! I mean...oh hell, I'm not even sure what I mean. I've been fighting with him so long it's damn inconvenient now to want to fuck him into the nearest handy surface.

He keeps ignoring my attempts to hint at, you know, maybe us getting some action together. Of course I'm hopelessly out of practice trying anything like this. He's the one all practiced at seduction. I sigh again. And now there's this thing with Wesley. I don't know what else to call it. I keep catching them kissing and making out and half the time Spike is reeking of him at the end of the day. It doesn't help I find Wesley attractive, always have, and the idea of the two of them together...Well, I have to stay sitting at my desk for a long time after picturing it. That or another shower. Argh.

If this keeps up, I don't know what I'm going to do. I'd forgotten how good he smells after a shower, how perfect and silky his skin is. I'd forgotten how fucking sexy he is. I growl. Okay, let's be honest, I still think of him as mine. My property. And I want to grab him and claim him and to hell with everything else. I want to make him beg and mewl and all those lovely damn noises he makes in the heat of passion. I want to see his face when he cums, I want to hold him afterwards and feel that purr against my chest. I want it so much it makes my throat grip up and my whole body ache with the need for it to happen.

And then there's the other thing. This little thought that's been picking at me since that first night. What the hell would it have been like if he claimed the traditional reward? I've never, umm, gone there with a male of any kind. Darla used to use 'implements', and I have some pleasant memories of how that felt, but that's been a hundred years ago. I've seen the blissful looks of Spike and Penn and others on the receiving end and I can't help but be curious about it.

I'm still brooding when everyone arrives for the morning meeting. I suppress a growl when Spike and Wes walk in together. They both look mussed and Wes' eyes are slightly glazed. I can smell them all over each other. I take a deeper breath. No smells of sex, thank God. I do not know how I would handle it if they had sex. But both of them reek of arousal and I have to somehow make it through this meeting while these scents hang in the air. Odd, Fred is staring intently at Wes and smiling and trying to get his attention. What is that about?

Okay, just slowly working through the agenda. I can do this. Okay, good, the meeting is over. "Wes, can you stay behind for a minute? I need to talk to you about something."

Wes looks at Spike. They exchange some kind of look. Then Wes nods. "Of course," he says.

Spike and the others leave. I get up and lock the door. "Okay, Wes, what is going on with you and Spike?"

"Me and Spike?" Wes asks. "What do you mean?"

"Wes, Wes, you know vampire senses. What is going on?"

Wes chuckles very softly and shakes his head. "I figured actually you'd speak to me more quickly than this about it. Angel, I swear you can be obstinately blind when you choose to be."

I furrow my brow. "What are you talking about?"

"He's trying to make you jealous enough to make a move. Also, he's helping me get Fred to notice me and that's working perfectly."

I frown. "So, you weren't, ummm, enjoying this?"

Wes grins. "Well kissing Spike is much better than kissing my sister, so to speak. He's really, really good." He looks at me very intently. "If you're honestly so stubborn you decide you don't want him, let me know. I think Fred might be willing to go for a threesome."

"Fred?" I'm certain I might look dumbstruck. "You think...Fred...?"

"She's not as innocent as she looks. And I know she finds Spike attractive too. Hell, half the office staff would go with him if he asked. Don't be stupid, Angel. If you want him, let him know. Don't hold back." Wes leans in and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Be happy, at least a little, for a change."

"Thanks, Wes." I sigh. "You can go on now, I've got some things I need to think about."

"I would imagine so." Wes smiles and turns to leave.

"Oh, and Wes? Try not to kiss him today."

Wes laughs. "I'll try."


So now I've spent half the day thinking about this, and the other half pretty vainly trying to concentrate on my actual work. It's no good. I've got to settle this thing soon. I click the intercom. "Harmony, cancel the rest of my appointments. I'm quitting early. Oh, and in about twenty minutes, call Spike and ask him to come to the penthouse."

Harmony's chirpy voice answers, "Sure thing boss." I'm almost certain I hear her giggle after she clicks off the intercom. Does everyone know about this thing with Spike except me?

I go upstairs. Don't hold back, Wes said. I've tried dropping hints and making little suggestions. So I might as well go for it now. I strip out of my clothes and toss them aside. I close my eyes and think about Spike. I think about how he looks in the morning when we wake up pressed together. I think of how he feels, how he smells. I can feel the charge crackle over my skin, feel myself hardening in response. I think of him in the shower, the noise he makes, what they make me want to do to him.

I hear the elevator open. Spike starts speaking as soon as the doors part. "Awright, what the bloody hell did you get me up here for? I was just headed..." He stops. He looks at me.

Good, speechless for once. I don't give him a chance to recover. I move in quickly, grabbing him and pushing him against the wall, kissing him fiercely. He groans in response, and melts against me the way he used to. My hands start pulling off his clothes and then it is a scramble between us both to get all the clothing off him. I grab him and kiss him again and he wraps his arms around my neck. I put my hands on his thighs and lift him, and he wraps his legs around my waist.

I carry him off to the bedroom, laying him back onto the bed. He looks at me, his gaze so intense I swear it burns me. I lean over him, crawling onto the bed, and I push his legs apart. There will be time for slow and sweet later, right now I need to be inside him, and he needs me to claim him, to let him know I want him. I stop just long enough to grab lube from the bedside table, thank god I keep it there for wanking purposes.

Spike draws his knees up, putting his feet flat on the bed, and stretches and arches, opening himself for me. I can barely manage a hasty lubing for us both before I'm pushing inside him. Oh holy fuck it's been so long, he's so damn tight. He wraps arms around my neck again and rocks back against me, impaling himself on me.

"Goddamn it, Angel, took you long enough," he groans.

"Shut up, Spike," I answer, though there's a grin on my face as I say it. "Trying to concentrate on fucking you now."

That shuts him up, though it does get a chuckle, and his short nails claw at my back as he tries to push onto me as eagerly as I am shoving into him. I groan. He always did know exactly how to spur me on. I grip his hips and move deeper into him, feeling him open for me. Fuck why didn't I do this a lot sooner? I stop when I am inside him, gazing into his eyes. "Spike..." I trail off. I can't find the words.

He nods, lifting his head to kiss at the hollow of my throat. "Words later. Shag me now."

I groan at that and begin, my hips moving back, then slamming into him with all my strength. He moves perfectly with me. Its like we're one being. I can feel my skin prickle with the perfection of it as I keep up the rhythm, in and out, ramming hard into him, like I'm trying to merge myself into him. Meanwhile he clings onto me and his mouth is all over my throat and chest and shoulders, kissing and licking and nipping. I know I don't even sound human now as I take him as roughly as I can. I'm growling and roaring like a beast, dropping into a primal state. I'm vaguely aware of Spike's responses, softer purr-growls and other sweet noises.

We're not even fucking now, it's mating. It's what I had with him and no one else, ever. My favored child. He was supposed to be with me forever, dammit. Never leave. Mine. "Mine," I growl.

"Yours," he breathes back, nipping with blunt teeth on my neck. Fuck, he makes me want to drop my teeth and bite, but right now I don't know if I could control myself if I did. I've only got the faintest touch of control over myself as it is. So I channel that need down, gripping his legs and lifting them, opening him more, shoving in deeper and harder as he howls and arches for me.

This can't last. It's too intense, too crazed, and it's been too long for us both. We can feel the need pulling us both towards completion. I can tell he's going to let go first, and I roll my hips enough to hit that spot inside him, pushing him over the edge. His roar as he comes is like a panther, and the sound of it dances over my skin. I can't hold it for long after that but I try, every stroke pushing me higher until I fall, plunging into him, falling over the abyss.

I'm not even entirely conscious of myself for a small eternity after. I've somehow rolled onto my back and Spike is laying draped across me, softly purring. My hand lifts to stroke his hair, and I have the goofiest grin on my face.

He lifts his head. "So kissing Wes worked?"

I sigh but my grin doesn't disappear. "Yes, you're a genius. Now shut up for a while and let me just enjoy."

Spike chuckles but he doesn't talk again, just purrs louder.

He's back in my life and my bed now. And I know he's going to be a pain in the ass and complicate things so much. And I find I don't really care if at the end of the day I get this. I feel more at peace than I have in ages, and so happy. Though not perfectly happy, thank heavens.