The Guardian Chapter 11
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Title: The Guardian
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This chapter has some light het in it.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to all sorts of other people like Joss, ME, and Fox. I just do strange things to them for free.
Previous chapters are here.
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dark_amia for the lovely banner.
Chapter 11:
Spike was feeling more chipper and optimistic as he got out of the cab than he had in a long time. It wasn’t as if his life was great, but for the first time it looked like things might actually work out.
He’d snuck off early that morning so that he could go to school without having to answer any of Angel’s questions. It had been a slightly awkward day, most of his teachers had been worried about him, and when they saw his new punk look they were afraid that he was going to start slacking off on his school work.
But it was Friday and he had assured them that he would catch up with all his work over the weekend. Of course that would mean another trip to school the next day. He didn’t want to bring all of his books back to Angel’s place. Spike had learned in the fifth grade when he’d known what barophobia meant, that people didn’t like the smart kids.
His new look seemed to be helping with that at least. Although he’d gotten some disapproving looks from many of the jocks, today at least they hadn’t chosen to give him a hard time. Something told him it wouldn’t last. They might not know which group to put him in at the moment, but he was sure it wouldn’t be the popular one; it never was.
So he’d spent a couple hours after school catching up on his work in the library and figured he’d do the same over the weekend.
A bit nervously he tried the door to Angel’s apartment, half afraid that it would be locked, but also feeling like an intruder. Even though he’d been staying there for a few days, it didn’t feel like home, and he was afraid that Angel might have changed his mind and decided to kick him out.
He’d barely made it two steps inside when Angel was there looming over him. “Where the hell have you been?” Angel asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Don’t see how it’s any bleeding business of yours,” Spike retorted. Just as he’d feared it looked like Angel was sick of him and ready to boot him out just like his foster parents had.
“It’s my business if I say it is,” Angel said angrily. “So where have you been?”
Not wanting to admit to having gone to school, Spike tried to deflect the question, “Don’t see how it matters. Or was there some big important thing you needed me to do?”
Angel opened his mouth, and then shut it again. It was obvious that he hadn't had anything planned and was just an obnoxious, controlling git. Spike smirked in triumph, and Angel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Pricing,” Angel said at last.
“Huh?”
“Pricing,” Angel repeated. “We have good relationships with our customers and we wouldn’t want to over charge them.”
“Thought you were all professional. Shouldn’t you know this stuff?” Spike asked.
Even thought he was sure Angel was making this up as he went along, Spike was also pretty sure he knew where this was going to end up, and he wasn’t really sure how he felt about that. On the one hand it meant that Angel wasn’t kicking him out. And it wasn’t as if Spike hadn’t thought quite a lot about the shared hand jobs from the day before. But he was convinced that he didn’t want to have a ‘professional’ relationship with Angel either.
Angel’s smile sent shivers down Spike’s spine. “Well, I don’t know if you’re any good do I?” Angel’s eyes were beginning to darken with lust. “How do I know if you really know how to suck a guy off?” Angel took a step forward until he was almost touching Spike. Then he leaned in and whispered in Spike’s ear. “Show me what you can do, boy.”
There were a hundred reasons to not do this. At least Spike was pretty sure there were. But something about Angel’s tone sent tremors through the younger man. And he couldn’t help but remember the tiny taste of Angel’s cock he’d had the other day, and how it had made him hunger for more.
Spike sank down to his knees without ever having consciously deciding to. Before he fully processed what he was doing, he had Angel’s semi-hard cock in his hands.
He ran his tongue around the head, tracing its contours. Then he began to lick up and down the other man’s length, delighting in the way Angel was thickening in his hand.
He took his time, licking the shaft completely from tip to base. As he did so he couldn’t help but notice Angel’s balls. His free hand moved to cup them, and suddenly Spike found himself wondering what it would be like to taste the silken sac.
Leaving one hand to stroke Angel’s cock, Spike dipped his head, and sucked one of the balls into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Angel cried out, and Spike could feel one of Angel’s hands tangle in his hair.
Enjoying the reaction that had gotten him, Spike moved on to the other one, delighting in the whimpers that elicited.
But Spike found he didn’t want this over quickly. Just like when he’d given Angel the hand job, Spike felt a flush of power run through his body. There was something exciting about having the large intimidating man whimpering and moaning. Spike felt in control, and he liked it.
So he returned his attention to Angel’s cock. He ran his tongue over the weeping slit, spreading the pre-come over the tip, and enjoying the flavor. The next step was a bit more problematic. Angel was larger than any of the handful of johns that Spike had serviced.
As Spike tried to take him into his mouth, he found that he couldn’t take Angel in nearly as deeply as he wanted to. So he kept his hand around the base of Angel’s cock and used that to pump more of the length as Angel began to thrust in and out of his mouth.
“That’s it boy, fuck yeah!” Angel encouraged as his grip on Spike’s hair tightened.
With every word Angel spoke, Spike could feel himself getting harder and harder. His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight and he let his free hand work his own fly open.
As Angel’s thrusts increased, Spike could tell that the big man was reaching the end, and Spike tried to slow things down so that it wouldn’t be over too soon. Spike had his own erection in hand and was pumping it in time to Angel’s thrusts, but he wasn’t going to get off quickly enough to keep up with Angel.
But the big man had Spike in too strong a grip. Spike found his control slipping away, as Angel held his head in place and continued to fuck his mouth, and a moment later Angel cried out and came, spilling his seed into Spike’s mouth.
Angel let go of Spike and stumbled back onto the couch, a look of satisfaction crossing his face.
Spike examined the contented man, and with a smirk asked, “So that good enough for you?”
Angel’s eyes focused on him, and Spike was suddenly very much aware that he was sitting back on his heels, cock in hand. He could feel the heat rising to his face and that only made it worse.
Angel’s smile turned into a frown and he leaned forward to ask, “What sort of whore are you anyway?” Spike opened his mouth, but didn’t have an answer. He wasn’t even entirely sure what the question meant. But Angel continued. “That took too long. You’re being paid by the blow job, not by the hour. And you need to learn to deep throat unless you want to taste every old man that comes in your mouth.”
“Never had any complaints before,” Spike said bitterly.
Angel’s words hurt him deeply. The truth was he could do it faster, but he’d wanted to draw things out for Angel, he’d wanted to make it as good as possible. And evidently that had been completely missed by the other man. To Angel this was all just work. But at least Spike knew where he stood now. He was a business asset, nothing more.
“And what makes you the expert anyway?” Spike continued angrily. “Think you can do it any better?”
Before he knew what had happened, Angel was down on the floor with him, and had pushed Spike’s chest back, so that he had to brace himself with his arms or risk toppling over. The new position exposed Spike’s still hard cock, and before Spike could fully process everything the entire length of his dick had disappeared down into Angel’s mouth.
Spike let out a series of incoherent moans as he felt Angel swallow him. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good as Angel sucked, swallowed, and did impossible things with his tongue.
And even if the sensations hadn’t been overwhelming, there was the sight of his cock disappearing into the big man’s mouth, and the impossible idea that Angel was sucking him off.
It was all too much for the inexperienced teenager and before he knew it, Spike was screaming out Angel’s name and coming in the other man’s mouth. It was all over too quickly, and yet it had been so intense that Spike didn’t know how it could have lasted any longer.
“You see,” Angel said, wiping away a bit of come from the side of his mouth. “That’s how it’s done.”
Spike nodded dumbly. The only thought he was really capable of, was that he would do just about anything to get Angel to do that again.
Title: The Guardian
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This chapter has some light het in it.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to all sorts of other people like Joss, ME, and Fox. I just do strange things to them for free.
Previous chapters are here.
Thanks to
dark_amia for the lovely banner.Chapter 11:
Spike was feeling more chipper and optimistic as he got out of the cab than he had in a long time. It wasn’t as if his life was great, but for the first time it looked like things might actually work out.
He’d snuck off early that morning so that he could go to school without having to answer any of Angel’s questions. It had been a slightly awkward day, most of his teachers had been worried about him, and when they saw his new punk look they were afraid that he was going to start slacking off on his school work.
But it was Friday and he had assured them that he would catch up with all his work over the weekend. Of course that would mean another trip to school the next day. He didn’t want to bring all of his books back to Angel’s place. Spike had learned in the fifth grade when he’d known what barophobia meant, that people didn’t like the smart kids.
His new look seemed to be helping with that at least. Although he’d gotten some disapproving looks from many of the jocks, today at least they hadn’t chosen to give him a hard time. Something told him it wouldn’t last. They might not know which group to put him in at the moment, but he was sure it wouldn’t be the popular one; it never was.
So he’d spent a couple hours after school catching up on his work in the library and figured he’d do the same over the weekend.
A bit nervously he tried the door to Angel’s apartment, half afraid that it would be locked, but also feeling like an intruder. Even though he’d been staying there for a few days, it didn’t feel like home, and he was afraid that Angel might have changed his mind and decided to kick him out.
He’d barely made it two steps inside when Angel was there looming over him. “Where the hell have you been?” Angel asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Don’t see how it’s any bleeding business of yours,” Spike retorted. Just as he’d feared it looked like Angel was sick of him and ready to boot him out just like his foster parents had.
“It’s my business if I say it is,” Angel said angrily. “So where have you been?”
Not wanting to admit to having gone to school, Spike tried to deflect the question, “Don’t see how it matters. Or was there some big important thing you needed me to do?”
Angel opened his mouth, and then shut it again. It was obvious that he hadn't had anything planned and was just an obnoxious, controlling git. Spike smirked in triumph, and Angel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Pricing,” Angel said at last.
“Huh?”
“Pricing,” Angel repeated. “We have good relationships with our customers and we wouldn’t want to over charge them.”
“Thought you were all professional. Shouldn’t you know this stuff?” Spike asked.
Even thought he was sure Angel was making this up as he went along, Spike was also pretty sure he knew where this was going to end up, and he wasn’t really sure how he felt about that. On the one hand it meant that Angel wasn’t kicking him out. And it wasn’t as if Spike hadn’t thought quite a lot about the shared hand jobs from the day before. But he was convinced that he didn’t want to have a ‘professional’ relationship with Angel either.
Angel’s smile sent shivers down Spike’s spine. “Well, I don’t know if you’re any good do I?” Angel’s eyes were beginning to darken with lust. “How do I know if you really know how to suck a guy off?” Angel took a step forward until he was almost touching Spike. Then he leaned in and whispered in Spike’s ear. “Show me what you can do, boy.”
There were a hundred reasons to not do this. At least Spike was pretty sure there were. But something about Angel’s tone sent tremors through the younger man. And he couldn’t help but remember the tiny taste of Angel’s cock he’d had the other day, and how it had made him hunger for more.
Spike sank down to his knees without ever having consciously deciding to. Before he fully processed what he was doing, he had Angel’s semi-hard cock in his hands.
He ran his tongue around the head, tracing its contours. Then he began to lick up and down the other man’s length, delighting in the way Angel was thickening in his hand.
He took his time, licking the shaft completely from tip to base. As he did so he couldn’t help but notice Angel’s balls. His free hand moved to cup them, and suddenly Spike found himself wondering what it would be like to taste the silken sac.
Leaving one hand to stroke Angel’s cock, Spike dipped his head, and sucked one of the balls into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Angel cried out, and Spike could feel one of Angel’s hands tangle in his hair.
Enjoying the reaction that had gotten him, Spike moved on to the other one, delighting in the whimpers that elicited.
But Spike found he didn’t want this over quickly. Just like when he’d given Angel the hand job, Spike felt a flush of power run through his body. There was something exciting about having the large intimidating man whimpering and moaning. Spike felt in control, and he liked it.
So he returned his attention to Angel’s cock. He ran his tongue over the weeping slit, spreading the pre-come over the tip, and enjoying the flavor. The next step was a bit more problematic. Angel was larger than any of the handful of johns that Spike had serviced.
As Spike tried to take him into his mouth, he found that he couldn’t take Angel in nearly as deeply as he wanted to. So he kept his hand around the base of Angel’s cock and used that to pump more of the length as Angel began to thrust in and out of his mouth.
“That’s it boy, fuck yeah!” Angel encouraged as his grip on Spike’s hair tightened.
With every word Angel spoke, Spike could feel himself getting harder and harder. His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight and he let his free hand work his own fly open.
As Angel’s thrusts increased, Spike could tell that the big man was reaching the end, and Spike tried to slow things down so that it wouldn’t be over too soon. Spike had his own erection in hand and was pumping it in time to Angel’s thrusts, but he wasn’t going to get off quickly enough to keep up with Angel.
But the big man had Spike in too strong a grip. Spike found his control slipping away, as Angel held his head in place and continued to fuck his mouth, and a moment later Angel cried out and came, spilling his seed into Spike’s mouth.
Angel let go of Spike and stumbled back onto the couch, a look of satisfaction crossing his face.
Spike examined the contented man, and with a smirk asked, “So that good enough for you?”
Angel’s eyes focused on him, and Spike was suddenly very much aware that he was sitting back on his heels, cock in hand. He could feel the heat rising to his face and that only made it worse.
Angel’s smile turned into a frown and he leaned forward to ask, “What sort of whore are you anyway?” Spike opened his mouth, but didn’t have an answer. He wasn’t even entirely sure what the question meant. But Angel continued. “That took too long. You’re being paid by the blow job, not by the hour. And you need to learn to deep throat unless you want to taste every old man that comes in your mouth.”
“Never had any complaints before,” Spike said bitterly.
Angel’s words hurt him deeply. The truth was he could do it faster, but he’d wanted to draw things out for Angel, he’d wanted to make it as good as possible. And evidently that had been completely missed by the other man. To Angel this was all just work. But at least Spike knew where he stood now. He was a business asset, nothing more.
“And what makes you the expert anyway?” Spike continued angrily. “Think you can do it any better?”
Before he knew what had happened, Angel was down on the floor with him, and had pushed Spike’s chest back, so that he had to brace himself with his arms or risk toppling over. The new position exposed Spike’s still hard cock, and before Spike could fully process everything the entire length of his dick had disappeared down into Angel’s mouth.
Spike let out a series of incoherent moans as he felt Angel swallow him. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good as Angel sucked, swallowed, and did impossible things with his tongue.
And even if the sensations hadn’t been overwhelming, there was the sight of his cock disappearing into the big man’s mouth, and the impossible idea that Angel was sucking him off.
It was all too much for the inexperienced teenager and before he knew it, Spike was screaming out Angel’s name and coming in the other man’s mouth. It was all over too quickly, and yet it had been so intense that Spike didn’t know how it could have lasted any longer.
“You see,” Angel said, wiping away a bit of come from the side of his mouth. “That’s how it’s done.”
Spike nodded dumbly. The only thought he was really capable of, was that he would do just about anything to get Angel to do that again.
