The Guardian Chapter 12
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iceminkTitle: 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?
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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Chapter 12:
Angel wrestled with his thoughts and desires, struggling to get them under control. All night at the club he could think of nothing but Spike on knees, hands wrapped around his cock. The more Angel thought about it, the more his mind kept coming back to the same conclusion, Spike had enjoyed sucking Angel’s dick.
Then there was the blow job itself. It had been mind blowing, the best that Angel had ever had. And it left a dark hole inside of Angel. Darla had never treated him like that and it brought back old fears that she had never cared for him, but had only paid him for protection with sex.
Darla made it worse by approaching him that evening to talk about Spike’s future. In another day or two she figured his face would be healed enough that he could be presented to clients.
If Angel had been honest with himself he would have admitted that there was nothing unusual in her tone, only the usual buisness like detachment. Even so it enraged him. He wanted to shake her, yell at her and demand to know if anything between them had ever been real.
But he didn’t. Instead he let the mix of desire and despair fill him with a deep need to touch and be touched.
So as soon as he got Spike out of the club and back to his apartment, Angel decided to take out his frustrations on Spike. The door had barely shut behind them, when Angel took Spike by the front of the shirt and spun him around to press him against the wall and kiss him.
It started rough, Angel’s tongue forcing itself into Spike’s mouth. But after only a few moments the younger man softened against him, and he could feel Spike’s hands running up Angel’s chest around the back of his neck. It became something much more tender.
It frightened Angel.
He pushed off from Spike, breaking the kiss. “Go get, undressed,” he said nodding towards the bedroom door.
He expected Spike to kick up a fuss, instead after only a moments hesitation the blond headed into the bedroom.
Angel watched him go, not sure what he was really doing. He couldn’t help but wishing he had something to drink, although all things considered it was probably better that there was no alcohol in the house.
Now that Spike was no longer in front of him, it seemed like a horrible idea. But he could see no way to get out of this without looking incredibly foolish.
Realizing that several minutes had passed during his indecision, he swallowed and made his way into the bedroom.
Spike had actually followed his orders and was lying on the bed completely naked, one hand slowly stroking his cock to a full attention.
Angel’s mouth went dry at the pretty sight before him, and yet he felt like things were spinning out of control so he responded by reprimanding Spike, “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
Spike’s hand immediately froze, then pulled away from his erection. The obedient nature of the normally rebellious kid sent shivers down Angel’s spine, and he could feel his own cock hardening.
Licking his lips, Angel let his eyes wander over the soft, teenage flesh spread out before him. Spike was almost like clay waiting to be sculpted, the still young muscles waiting for the right hand to shape and strengthen them.
Slowly Angel began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel Spike’s eyes followe Angel’s fingers down as more and more skin was revealed. The hunger in the younger man’s eyes made all of Angel’s doubts disappear. All he knew now was how much he wanted this.
The last of his clothing fell to the floor, and Angel moved to the bed, crawling up it until he was holding himself directly above Spike. He stayed there for a second, the only part of his body actually touching the younger man was the tip of his cock which brushed against Spike’s thigh.
As Angel bent down to kiss the younger man he let his weight settle on top of Spike. All of the slow tension that had been building between them ripped apart as their lips touch. There was nothing slow or gentle in this kiss only a desperate passion as both men began to grab for each other. Hands tore at naked flesh as they both began to explore the other man’s form, and their stomachs slowly became slippery from the precum that leaked from the cocks trapped between them.
Angel’s hand slid down Spike’s back, to grab the blonde’s ass. He gave it a squeeze before his fingers moved towards the tight pucker that he was desperate to explore. His finger tracked the edge of the hole, only to find it dry and unprepared.
He pulled back from Spike angrily. “You shouldn’t trust me,” Angel gasped, out of breath. “Never trust anyone.”
The young blue eyes only looked at him with confusion, and once again Angel found himself thinking that Spike made a very bad whore. Instead of explaining, he reached for the bottle of lube that resided by the bed, and began to coat his fingers.
Understanding crossed Spike’s face and he began to try and stammer an excuse, “Uh, well, I-”
“Sh!” Angel hissed. “Just be glad I don’t get off on making it too rough.”
One of the first things Angel had learned was never to trust a john to give you the chance to lube up. It was always best to be prepared otherwise you were in for a painful night.
As Angel pushed two slick fingers inside the young whore, he felt Spike tense up. A lot of things suddenly became clear. There was no way anyone had ever fucked that sweet young ass before. The kid was a virgin; there was no other way he could be that tight.
“Relax,” Angel told him, automatically.
Spike nodded, his eyes closed as he tried to adjust himself to the intrusion. Slowly he did relax and the piercing blue eyes fluttered back open. It was then, as Angel looked into those eyes, that he suddenly felt guilty at the thought of taking this kids cherry.
“It’s okay,” Angel managed to say over the protests of is libido. He began to withdraw his fingers. “We don’t have to-”
“No!” Spike barked. “I mean. . . please. . . this is. . . better,” was all he could manage to say.
Angel only nodded in understanding. He supposed it was better this way, with someone he knew in a nice bed, than with a stranger in the bathroom of a club or a dark alley. The truth was, Angel didn’t want to stop and it didn’t take much to get him to start moving his fingers in and out of the tight passage.
He began carefully stretching out Spike with a practiced hand, although in the past it had usually been himself that he was preparing. To help soothe the last bit of his conscious that still objected to taking advantage of the teenager he made sure to press his fingers along Spike’s prostate. After the first few passes, Spike began to groan and push against Angel’s hand.
“Do you like that?” Angel asked chuckling.
Spike only nodded dumbly.
Angel smiled, and increased the speed with which his fingers were fucking the kid, making sure to tease the spot on each pass. When he had Spike writhing beneath him, he pulled his fingers out completely.
Spike moaned in frustration, and the look in his eyes was one of defiance. Angel only smiled cruelly, before reaching for the lube again, and begin to cover a third finger.
“You really think you’re ready for my dick?” Angel teased him before pushing his fingers back inside.
The truth was Angel was getting impatient. The more his fingers explored the tight passage, the more he wanted to fill it with his cock. This time he was rougher as he continued to stretch out Spike.
Finally Angel couldn’t take it anymore. This time when he pulled his fingers out of Spike he ordered him, “Get on your hands and knees.”
Obediently Spike rolled over and got himself himself into position in front of Angel.
As Angel tore open a condom and began to put it on he asked Spike, “What do you want me to do it you?”
There was no hesitation as the Brit answered, “Fuck me,”
“That’s a good boy,” Angel told him, as he positioned himself against the tight hole.
Angel took a deep breath before pushing the head of his cock into Spike’s eager ass. He heard the kid whimper. Despite Angel’s preparations, his cock was too big for Spike to be able to take it easily. Difficult as it was he waited till he felt the kid relax before pushing his way deeper in.
“Fuck!” Angel moaned as he seated himself completely inside of Spike. Once again he struggled to wait for Spike to adjust to the intrusion, but it was much harder this time
Finally he couldn't’ stand it anymore, and he began to move, slowly thrusting in and out of the slick passage. After the first few thrusts, Spike began to move with him, slowly encouraging him to speed up. As Angel picked up the pace he made sure to hit Spike’s prostrate with every stroke, and each time he did it elicited a new curse or plea from Spike for more.
Angel was slowly loosing it. His control slipping bit by bit. So he reached around to wrap his hand around Spike’s cock. He was merciless as he stripped the other man’s cock. As he worked to bring the kid off as quickly as possible he was rewarded by the delightful squirming, as Spike’s body fought between the two sources of pleasure.
It didn’t take long for the young boy to come in Angel’s skilled hands. It took even less time for Angel to grab Spike’s hips and begin to thrust even faster, desperate for his own release. It hit him hard, and Angel threw back his head and screamed as the world went black around him.
The two spent men both collapsed on the bed, and after a moment, Angel slid over to one side and pulled Spike’s back up against his chest. With his arm around Spike’s waist, Angel couldn’t help feeling he now owned the boy in more than a simple financial way.
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?
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 12:
Angel wrestled with his thoughts and desires, struggling to get them under control. All night at the club he could think of nothing but Spike on knees, hands wrapped around his cock. The more Angel thought about it, the more his mind kept coming back to the same conclusion, Spike had enjoyed sucking Angel’s dick.
Then there was the blow job itself. It had been mind blowing, the best that Angel had ever had. And it left a dark hole inside of Angel. Darla had never treated him like that and it brought back old fears that she had never cared for him, but had only paid him for protection with sex.
Darla made it worse by approaching him that evening to talk about Spike’s future. In another day or two she figured his face would be healed enough that he could be presented to clients.
If Angel had been honest with himself he would have admitted that there was nothing unusual in her tone, only the usual buisness like detachment. Even so it enraged him. He wanted to shake her, yell at her and demand to know if anything between them had ever been real.
But he didn’t. Instead he let the mix of desire and despair fill him with a deep need to touch and be touched.
So as soon as he got Spike out of the club and back to his apartment, Angel decided to take out his frustrations on Spike. The door had barely shut behind them, when Angel took Spike by the front of the shirt and spun him around to press him against the wall and kiss him.
It started rough, Angel’s tongue forcing itself into Spike’s mouth. But after only a few moments the younger man softened against him, and he could feel Spike’s hands running up Angel’s chest around the back of his neck. It became something much more tender.
It frightened Angel.
He pushed off from Spike, breaking the kiss. “Go get, undressed,” he said nodding towards the bedroom door.
He expected Spike to kick up a fuss, instead after only a moments hesitation the blond headed into the bedroom.
Angel watched him go, not sure what he was really doing. He couldn’t help but wishing he had something to drink, although all things considered it was probably better that there was no alcohol in the house.
Now that Spike was no longer in front of him, it seemed like a horrible idea. But he could see no way to get out of this without looking incredibly foolish.
Realizing that several minutes had passed during his indecision, he swallowed and made his way into the bedroom.
Spike had actually followed his orders and was lying on the bed completely naked, one hand slowly stroking his cock to a full attention.
Angel’s mouth went dry at the pretty sight before him, and yet he felt like things were spinning out of control so he responded by reprimanding Spike, “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
Spike’s hand immediately froze, then pulled away from his erection. The obedient nature of the normally rebellious kid sent shivers down Angel’s spine, and he could feel his own cock hardening.
Licking his lips, Angel let his eyes wander over the soft, teenage flesh spread out before him. Spike was almost like clay waiting to be sculpted, the still young muscles waiting for the right hand to shape and strengthen them.
Slowly Angel began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel Spike’s eyes followe Angel’s fingers down as more and more skin was revealed. The hunger in the younger man’s eyes made all of Angel’s doubts disappear. All he knew now was how much he wanted this.
The last of his clothing fell to the floor, and Angel moved to the bed, crawling up it until he was holding himself directly above Spike. He stayed there for a second, the only part of his body actually touching the younger man was the tip of his cock which brushed against Spike’s thigh.
As Angel bent down to kiss the younger man he let his weight settle on top of Spike. All of the slow tension that had been building between them ripped apart as their lips touch. There was nothing slow or gentle in this kiss only a desperate passion as both men began to grab for each other. Hands tore at naked flesh as they both began to explore the other man’s form, and their stomachs slowly became slippery from the precum that leaked from the cocks trapped between them.
Angel’s hand slid down Spike’s back, to grab the blonde’s ass. He gave it a squeeze before his fingers moved towards the tight pucker that he was desperate to explore. His finger tracked the edge of the hole, only to find it dry and unprepared.
He pulled back from Spike angrily. “You shouldn’t trust me,” Angel gasped, out of breath. “Never trust anyone.”
The young blue eyes only looked at him with confusion, and once again Angel found himself thinking that Spike made a very bad whore. Instead of explaining, he reached for the bottle of lube that resided by the bed, and began to coat his fingers.
Understanding crossed Spike’s face and he began to try and stammer an excuse, “Uh, well, I-”
“Sh!” Angel hissed. “Just be glad I don’t get off on making it too rough.”
One of the first things Angel had learned was never to trust a john to give you the chance to lube up. It was always best to be prepared otherwise you were in for a painful night.
As Angel pushed two slick fingers inside the young whore, he felt Spike tense up. A lot of things suddenly became clear. There was no way anyone had ever fucked that sweet young ass before. The kid was a virgin; there was no other way he could be that tight.
“Relax,” Angel told him, automatically.
Spike nodded, his eyes closed as he tried to adjust himself to the intrusion. Slowly he did relax and the piercing blue eyes fluttered back open. It was then, as Angel looked into those eyes, that he suddenly felt guilty at the thought of taking this kids cherry.
“It’s okay,” Angel managed to say over the protests of is libido. He began to withdraw his fingers. “We don’t have to-”
“No!” Spike barked. “I mean. . . please. . . this is. . . better,” was all he could manage to say.
Angel only nodded in understanding. He supposed it was better this way, with someone he knew in a nice bed, than with a stranger in the bathroom of a club or a dark alley. The truth was, Angel didn’t want to stop and it didn’t take much to get him to start moving his fingers in and out of the tight passage.
He began carefully stretching out Spike with a practiced hand, although in the past it had usually been himself that he was preparing. To help soothe the last bit of his conscious that still objected to taking advantage of the teenager he made sure to press his fingers along Spike’s prostate. After the first few passes, Spike began to groan and push against Angel’s hand.
“Do you like that?” Angel asked chuckling.
Spike only nodded dumbly.
Angel smiled, and increased the speed with which his fingers were fucking the kid, making sure to tease the spot on each pass. When he had Spike writhing beneath him, he pulled his fingers out completely.
Spike moaned in frustration, and the look in his eyes was one of defiance. Angel only smiled cruelly, before reaching for the lube again, and begin to cover a third finger.
“You really think you’re ready for my dick?” Angel teased him before pushing his fingers back inside.
The truth was Angel was getting impatient. The more his fingers explored the tight passage, the more he wanted to fill it with his cock. This time he was rougher as he continued to stretch out Spike.
Finally Angel couldn’t take it anymore. This time when he pulled his fingers out of Spike he ordered him, “Get on your hands and knees.”
Obediently Spike rolled over and got himself himself into position in front of Angel.
As Angel tore open a condom and began to put it on he asked Spike, “What do you want me to do it you?”
There was no hesitation as the Brit answered, “Fuck me,”
“That’s a good boy,” Angel told him, as he positioned himself against the tight hole.
Angel took a deep breath before pushing the head of his cock into Spike’s eager ass. He heard the kid whimper. Despite Angel’s preparations, his cock was too big for Spike to be able to take it easily. Difficult as it was he waited till he felt the kid relax before pushing his way deeper in.
“Fuck!” Angel moaned as he seated himself completely inside of Spike. Once again he struggled to wait for Spike to adjust to the intrusion, but it was much harder this time
Finally he couldn't’ stand it anymore, and he began to move, slowly thrusting in and out of the slick passage. After the first few thrusts, Spike began to move with him, slowly encouraging him to speed up. As Angel picked up the pace he made sure to hit Spike’s prostrate with every stroke, and each time he did it elicited a new curse or plea from Spike for more.
Angel was slowly loosing it. His control slipping bit by bit. So he reached around to wrap his hand around Spike’s cock. He was merciless as he stripped the other man’s cock. As he worked to bring the kid off as quickly as possible he was rewarded by the delightful squirming, as Spike’s body fought between the two sources of pleasure.
It didn’t take long for the young boy to come in Angel’s skilled hands. It took even less time for Angel to grab Spike’s hips and begin to thrust even faster, desperate for his own release. It hit him hard, and Angel threw back his head and screamed as the world went black around him.
The two spent men both collapsed on the bed, and after a moment, Angel slid over to one side and pulled Spike’s back up against his chest. With his arm around Spike’s waist, Angel couldn’t help feeling he now owned the boy in more than a simple financial way.
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Date: 2008-01-16 12:34 am (UTC)Also good to see that Spike's first time wasn't a bad experience.
Great chapter :)
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Date: 2008-01-16 06:49 am (UTC)The sex was so hot! And that last line made me shiver and hope. Angel's falling for Spike! Hee!
*huggles*
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Date: 2008-01-17 03:19 am (UTC)And it was such a wonderful treat! So worth the wait!
Very very sexy and also emotional at parts. Loved it! Thank you :)
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Date: 2008-01-17 05:23 am (UTC)I find it very telling that Angel took the time to carefully prep Spike and made sure he came first. He genuinely cares about the boy. Plus he's jealous and possessive. I hope this spurs him into deciding to keep Spike for his own.
Great chapter sweetie! I really enjoyed that.
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