tamingthemuse | Experimentation (Victory Verse)(Spike/Angel)(NC-17) -348 papaya

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AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Experimentation (Victory Verse)
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angel
SUMMARY: Angel decides to let Spike try something different. Done for tamingthemuse #348-papaya. (I'm calling this the 'Victory Verse')
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SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x08 - "Destiny"
CONTENT: m/m sex. (Note: Spike topping if that bothers you.)
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 2,596 words.

I hate to admit it but life has gotten so much better with Spike around. He's a mess, still, that hasn't changed. But things are, ummm, lively. He's always doing something. There's music, there's telly, there's whatever he cooks for dinner. Yes, he makes me eat dinner. He told me if I kept eating the food would start to have flavor. Sighs. I really, really hate it when he's right. He made me this dish with papaya and beef last night, and it was wonderful. No, I haven't magically stopped brooding or anything. But I do brood a lot less.

And then, of course, there's the sex. I have to admit that's amazing. A hundred years, you forget just how good it can be. Harmony teases me about how I almost smile when she brings me my blood now. The sex, yeah, that's the best part. And after. That's the other thing you forget, how good it is to have someone beside you. To wake up with someone against you. And Spike, I have to admit, is damn near angelic when he's asleep. His hair is mussed and in soft curls, his whole face relaxes into a gentle smile. When he's curled against me, like a kitten, he usually purrs. I get up in the middle of the night to watch him when he sleeps. He looks liked the eternal child that Angelus saw, that he made just for himself. When he looks like that I get all possessive, just want to wrap him up and keep him forever.

So it's what happened this morning that has me irritated. By irritated I mean ready to kick someone's ass if I figure out which ass needs kicking. We had our morning meeting, as usual, pretty typical day. The entire time Spike was trying to tease me under the table. Again, pretty typical, he normally works me up enough to take him hard and fast somewhere in the office after the meeting.

But as everyone was leaving, I caught Spike watching Wes as he left. I mean, really watching, as in ogling him and getting a bit aroused. Like he didn't know I could smell that! After Wes left the room, I let out a low growl. Spike had the temerity to stare at me innocently.

"What's the problem, kemosabe?" Spike quipped.

"The problem is you staring at Wes' ass."

"It's a very nice ass. And it's not like I'm ever getting a piece of yours." Spike grinned wickedly.

Now that stopped me. And brought back up the little idea that I had been toying with since the night Spike barged into my penthouse and my bed. I took a long pause, staring into Spike's eyes. "You really want my ass?" I had to suppress a little chuckle at Spike's expression and the pause he took.

"You're having me on," Spike said at last.

"No. Serious question, Spike. Besides as you've said often enough, I can't tell a joke to save my unlife."

"Well that's true enough," Spike responded. He tilted his head, looking at me, expression very speculative. "I really do, you know. Never thought it was on offer. Certainly not with Angelus."

"It is now." I hold his gaze. "Been thinking about it for a while."

"Yeah. So how do we do this?"

I hit the intercom button. "Harmony..."

"Cancel all your appointments, I figured boss."

"Yes. Good." I clicked off the intercom. "Upstairs," I say to Spike. I don't know if my eagerness and anticipation show, but Spike hustles without even a witty aside.

We made it upstairs and there were clothes and shoes strewn in a path from the elevator to the bedroom. Then we were there, looking at each other, unsure of how to proceed. I couldn't take any more, and pulled him into a kiss. It was one hell of a kiss. I was nervous, and so excited, and apparently he was too, because it was electric between us, and Spike dragged his short nails down my back, leaving slight welts and making me hard. One of my buttons he could push. I think it was one of the reasons I could trust him and no one else for this. He knew my body better than anyone else, knew every spot and trick to excite me.

When we broke the kiss, Spike grinned wickedly. I could tell he was enjoying the idea of taking my ass. Probably something he didn't ever figure on happening, and until recently, neither did I. He walked around behind me, and his hands stroked over the welts he'd left, trailing down, then pausing to stroke in the dip of my back just above my ass. Yet another spot, and he made me groan by gently teasing with his fingers there. Then he let loose with a smack on one asscheek.

"Ow!" I reacted more with surprise than anything else.

"Across the bed," he said, with the air of giving an order.

Okay, so that was kind of sexy. I stepped forward and crawled onto the bed, laying down with my head supported on crossed arms. Spike went over to the cabinet we had stocked with our various supplies and toys. The lube was there and I hoped that's all he was going for. With Spike, really, I couldn't be sure. I could feel the weight as he crawled up onto the bed. Then he straddled my back, sitting back on my ass. Not quite the position I'd expected, to be sure. "Spike, what are you...?"

"Shush, you. Have a little faith," Spike answered. I had my answer soon enough. He'd opened a jar of some kind, and I could hear him rubbing something in his hands. Then the hands came down on my shoulders and I was groaning. Massage oil. Spike and I did do the massage thing on each other from time to time, and he made the same joyful noises when I'd do it for him. Spike began rubbing and kneading, working across, hitting all the spots. Oddly enough we'd both learned this in the same place. I'd taken him to a brothel in London, back in the day, with Chinese ladies who specialized in massage, and I'd paid one of the more talented ladies to teach us both. It stood us in good stead with our ladies as well as each other, been worth every penny.

Spike was massaging my neck, then he started working down my spine and fanning out over my back. I could feel each knot of tension letting go, and I could feel myself relax. Then he reached the dip on my back again. Then each touch both relaxed the muscles and sent electricity dancing along my spine. I felt myself harden, and I wriggled a bit under Spike. That brought another smack on my ass. It wasn't playful.

"Stay still," Spike said, his voice very clipped and commanding. It was the same thing I'd done to him countless times and I was surprised to feel a little charge at it. He was seriously topping me, not just playing at it. I stilled myself, and was rewarded with his hands moving onto my ass as Spike pushed my thighs apart and knelt between them.

I felt the trickle of oil down the divide between my cheeks, and Spike worked some of it onto my ass, kneading the muscle and drawing moans from me. While he'd never taken me he often touched my ass, even an occasional exploratory finger, and it always turned me on. The rest of the oil started a slow drip and ooze down around my nether entrance. Spike moved his thumbs between my cheeks, slowly rubbing the oil around, getting closer and closer to it, finally slipping an oiled thumb into me. I gasped and gripped the sheets, tensing my muscles to hold still.

"Mmm, someone likes this, I see," Spike said. I'd honestly never heard the tone of voice he was using, so cocksure and dominant. Was this the voice his other lovers heard? I found myself irrationally jealous they got something from him that I didn't. Yeah, I'm damn possessive. I want all of Spike, all to myself. I have to periodically fight the urge to cage him or chain him up. The only thing that stops me is knowing he'd lose something of himself, he's a social creature, always has been. So I settle for having every bit of him I can get.

"Yes, fuck yes," I groaned out. His attention moved there now entirely, that one thumb pushing into me, loosening me, while the other rubs down my perineum, back and forth, making me moan and fight hard not to move. I was so hard I could feel my cock pulse. This was so new to me, having to be the patient one, having to stay still and receive. It was so much harder than I thought, so excruciating and so exciting. Fuck. I have new respect for Spike now, for what he does with such grace each time.

He stopped his attentions entirely, and I found myself wanting to whine, just like he does. The times Darla made me bend over for her, they weren't like this. It was domination sex, just reminding me of my place. Nothing like this. This was so intense, so intimate. He slid one hand down my back soothingly. "Shh, shh, just getting the lube. Have to loosen you up for me." I dropped my head and nodded. It's all I could manage right now, the thought of him getting to the serious preparation has me overwhelmed.

I could hear him squirting the lube, then I felt a cold plastic thing enter my ass. It was fairly narrow, and for a moment it eluded me what's going on. Then I remembered the lube I got like this, meant to squirt out to make prep quicker and easier. Sure enough I could feel the cool lube squirt deep into me, then the little nozzle left. Spike gripped one asscheek with one of his hands, easing it over to give easier access to me. Then he was pushing at me with two fingers, working to push past the initial ring of muscle. I tried to relax, to open to him, but it was so damn hard to relax while all my other muscles are tensed to hold me still. How did he do this when I was coming at him with my massive cock?

The ring of muscle opened to him finally, and I grunted slightly as his fingers push deep into me. The stretch was both mildly uncomfortable and pleasurable. He worked his fingers, plunging and twisting them in me. He didn't do this long before a third finger joined the other two. I grunted louder this time, as the stretch became slightly more painful. Spike's hand stroked soothingly down my back again, and he kept patiently working the fingers as I slowly began to relax. His fingers kept plunging and twisting, stretching me, and the pleasure level increased gradually as I relaxed. I closed my eyes, just savoring this. He was really good at it. The niggling thought popped into my brain, how often had he done this to get so good? I told my brain to shut up and enjoy it.

I could hear the squicking sound of him slicking lube on his cock, and I took in a breath, anticipating what was to come. I didn't have long to wait before his fingers pulled out of me and his hands were on my ass, holding me open. Then the head of his cock pressed against me, and I panted a little. I was trying to relax but I was too excited. I wanted this a hell of a lot more than I ever let on, even to myself apparently. Spike just kept up a steady gentle pressure, and ever so gradually the ring of muscle let go and Spike was inside me. "Oh god," I moaned.

"Just me," Spike said with a chuckle. It was an in-joke with us, an echo of what I often said to Spike if he used that exclamation during sex. It got a chuckle from me too and made it easier to relax, and Spike sank deeper into me.

Then he hit that spot. Oh lord, now I knew why he made those noises. It was a bomb inside my head, the pleasure that flashed. I made some incoherent noises and Spike leaned over to kiss the nape of my neck. He knew from his own experience what was happening to me. He rocked now in small arcs, hitting it again and again, and rendering me almost into a babbling idiot for a few minutes. All tension was gone now, that was for certain.

Spike gripped my hips and pushed in deep, seating himself all the way into me. I panted, and he leaned over again to whisper in my ear, low and hoarse. "You can move now, if you're good." That should have made me chuckle but it didn't. He made it believable. I don't think I realized til this moment that Spike really had grown up while we were parted. That he chose to be my boy again, he didn't have to be. It was one of those shattering moments that happens so quickly and yet seems to take eternity and when it was over Spike was moving in me, and I was lifting my hips to push back against him. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't like I'd thought. It was so much more. Fuck, I had to wonder if Spike ever went all metaphysical when I was buggering him senseless? I wasn't sure if I had the nerve to ask him that question.

Spike leaned down and nipped my shoulders, my back, the nape of my neck. It pulled me out of any temptation to spiritual flights of fancy and back into primal present reality. I groaned and gripped the other edge of the bed, holding on as Spike started to slam into me in earnest. I felt the crinkle as the ridges on my face emerged and my fangs dropped. I had to shake hard and force that demon side back down. This was not a dominance contest. I wanted this. Spike apparently felt the shift in my mood and changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside every few times he sank inside me. There was so much pleasure again I could barely see, let alone think of any stupid dominance rules.

I was almost ashamed of how little time it took me to utterly lose control and climax. I counted myself lucky Spike hadn't tried any of the crap I often pulled on him, making him defer his orgasms, because I wouldn't have managed it. Spike didn't stop though, he kept on a while longer til he finally let go inside me. Just as well. I was busy trying to pull myself together enough to be able to move or form coherent words. Holy hell, a nuclear bomb went off when I came.

I'm not entirely sure how it happened, he must have cleaned us both up, and we were cuddled together. Him on my chest as usual. At least some things didn't change. I could feel the goofiest blissful smile on my face and I didn't care. I also knew it wouldn't be the last time for this particular new experience Spike brought into my life.