Rating: R
Characters: Spike/Angel
Prompt: # 3 Satin
Warnings: m/m sex
Summary: Spike gets him and Angel into a bit of a predicament.

Disclaimer: It may come as a surprise but I'm not Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy and therefore I do not own Spike or any of his many shagging and verbal sparring partners. I weep for the injustice of it all and play with these characters in the fiction I write because this is pretty much all the fun I have.

Beta'd by kitty_poker1

Seeding

by
Eyezrthewindows

"You know, this is all your fault. It's always your fault. You probably do it because you think it's funny and you don't even consider anyone else you could be affecting," Angel hissed, nostrils flaring. "You've been a thorn in my side for the last hundred years, Spike. I just wish you'd go away and stay there."

Spike rolled his eyes in the darkness and Angel continued.

"Darla always told me you weren't worth the effort and that I should've staked you but I didn't because I thought you were good for Dru. And you kept her mostly out of trouble and out of my hair, I'll admit, but I could've dealt with her. Darla would've had my hide for not giving her the attention she thought she deserved but it probably would've been worth the flaying just to be rid of you!"

Spike's eyebrows rose and he tried to gesticulate with his hands as he spoke but ended up hitting Angel, who growled, so he quit. He shied away from the other vampire as much as possible, which wasn't much, considering. He was feeling a bit claustrophobic. "Look, I was just trying to get a feel for the gits, that's all. Didn't get a good vibe off them. They deserved being checked out."

"They're working with Wolfram & Hart, dumbass! No one we work with is good! That's just how it's going to be! Fucking deal with it and move on. We're trying to be subtle, here, and you're screwing things up again."

Spike snorted and leaned away from a literally spitting mad Angel. He wiped his face. "You have to ask questions and get to the meaty center of things if you want to find out about the people you're working with...or against. Recon never hurt anybody, Angel. In fact, it's preferable to going in blind. Stupid plonker. No wonder you got cursed. Didn't even ask where Darla'd got that stupid bint. Just ate her and here you are, unable to shag without the pesky, barely tacked on soul flitting off to fuck knows where... Pathetic."

Angel growled, teeth gnashing together audibly. Spike could feel the anger coming off the larger vampire in waves. "These people are incredibly iffy, Spike. All those questions just pissed them off. When you snuck out and went rifling through their stuff, they went fucking crazy! Dug out spell books and weapons and I barely had enough time to get out of there and find you and hide. They've come to the conclusion that we don't trust them, which is hardly surprising, and now the deal's off. The deal me, Wes and Gunn had been working on for the last three months!

"They can't trust people who don't trust them and now they're out for our heads and we're hiding in a goddamn supply closet! And of course it's all your fault! I don't know why I let you come along on such an important mission, anyway. You've just fucked us over. We'll probably end up dead. Big surprise!"

Spike narrowed his eyes, sneering. He jabbed a finger into Angel's heaving chest; Angel stared down at it, snarling as softly as he could to keep their presence hidden. "You didn't let me do anything. I was meant to be a crucial part of this. Wesley even said so and Gunn agreed! So there!"

Childish response, of course, but it was all he could think of at the moment, and Angel was pissing him off more and more by the moment. He'd never been level headed and cool where Angel was concerned.

Angel had a way of making him lose control.

He'd have stuck his tongue out if he thought that would help but, as it happened, Angel probably would've pulled it out by the root.

It really wasn't worth getting your tongue ripped out. Took months to grow back, weeks if you fed well.

And, Christ, he couldn't go that long without verbally communicating his seething hatred to Angel. Also, it was fun winding the bastard up and it wasn't as if he had anything better to do with his oodles of spare time.

Spike pursed his lips. Angel looked livid and it was quite funny, actually. His eyebrows got all scrunchy and bunched up together in a single line across his massive forehead and his beady little eyes got all glinty, lips compressed into a thin blob that was unbecoming but...oddly, Spike felt himself getting a little turned on.

He shifted against his side of the tiny closet.

It was probably because when Angelus had gotten pissed off like this he'd usually taken Spike by the scruff of his neck and hauled him to the nearest flat surface to strip and fuck him until he couldn't walk or see straight.

Or talk, because that was the normal method for shutting Spike up. Good, accurate way to go about it, too. Spike hadn't thought of saying a word for hours after one of those sessions.

He'd bled for a while afterwards but he'd usually cum his brains out. The end always justified the means.

Which was why he was getting effing hard and needed to curb this sick little desire before it got out of hand and Angel discovered it.

Angel would only belittle and attack him over it, anyway. Well, that, or ignore it completely if Spike knew Angel.

Yeah, probably the latter one but Spike didn't want to take any chances.

He took a deep breath and nibbled on his bottom lip as he attempted to tamp down on his inappropriately timed arousal.

And it really wasn't working very well. His groin was tight and when in such close proximity to the hulking form of Angel... Well, you could draw your own conclusions.

"How was I supposed to know? You didn't tell me what the hell was going on! Kept me in the dark, as usual. One of these days your secrets are going to get one or both of us dusted and then I'm going to be really pissed off."

"At least if I was dead I wouldn't have to be inflicted with your constant presence! All you do is annoy everyone, make messes you don't clean up, whine and drink all my blood! You consumed all of the alcohol in my fucking wet bar and wandered around drunk, leering at everyone regardless of species for three hours last week. You've fucked your way through half the temps in the building and now everyone fights over who gets to work where in relation to where you are. Do you know what I have to hear about every day, Spike? Harmony yammering about you ignoring her. She keeps asking me if she's fat, if she's too evil for you or if her wardrobe should be changed. She continues to pester me about how to get your attention, as if I'd know or care how to get it! I'd rather be back in hell than have to endure that crap anymore!"

Spike couldn't help the snicker that escaped. Harm might be annoying but she sure did pack quite a punch at the revenge gig -- even accidentally. And he didn't even have to plan that one!

Good thing, too. His plans never went the way he wanted. Mostly because he was an impatient sod and always wanted to get to the action.

"You little shit," Angel snarled, grabbed him by his lapels and slammed him against the opposite wall. He pressed into Spike's body, crowding him against the wall and growling in his face.

Spike's forehead wrinkled as he frowned. "You're crushing the leather, princess. Hands off."

"Make me, Spike," Angel said silkily, tone dangerous, along with his expression and the tense line of his body.

Spike blinked, sobering.

Well, that clinched it. His dick wasn't going to go down after that.

Especially if Angel were to move ever so slightly to the right.

He cocked an eyebrow, attempting to ignore his hard-on and its proximity to one of Angel's well muscled thighs. "It's not my fault you got her as a secretary. I had nothing to do with any of it and I didn't ask to be brought back, either. I didn't even give her the time of day... Other than that one time when I finally got solid but that didn't go so well, nor did it, uh..." He shifted, embarrassed. "Well, she went nuts and started crying blood so it doesn't count, anyway. If she's bothering you about me, it's not my problem. Don't lead her on or look her in the eye. Just ignore her. You should do well because you're so good at that."

Angel's eyes fastened on Spike's and the look he gave him scorched down Spike's spine and settled right where he didn't need it to: his balls.

He shuddered involuntarily and then tensed to stop the reaction.

"You never take responsibility for the things you do, Spike. You should grow up, already. You're nearly a hundred and fifty and still act like a child. Yeah, you really deserve that shiny, new soul of yours, Spike. You might as well have gotten it out of a Cracker Jack box."

Angel suddenly released Spike and it might've been Spike's imagination but he thought Angel rubbed a little too firmly into his erection when he stepped as far away as he could.

A whole six inches separated them. It felt like a mile.

Spike widened his stance and leaned against his side of the closet, wishing for a cigarette for the first time since he'd been back. He'd inadvertently quit smoking during those last days back in Sunnydale when the mini-Slayers kept bitching about the smell and their sensitive, pink lungs and hadn't thought about it since but...yeah, dying for one now.

Stupid human vices. Christ, they were good.

At least it would've given him something to do with his hands. All he could think about doing with them at the moment was to rip open his jeans and play with his dick.

Or strangle Angel for insulting him where it hurt.

And, then play with his dick.

He could almost taste the smoke and feel the chemically induced calm the cigarette would bring.

His mouth was practically watering over a foul tasting cylinder that had no place in a sentient mouth.

He frowned.

He'd never thought about these sorts of things before. Must be the stupid soul.

"I fought for my soul, Angel. Nearly died a dozen fucking times but I didn't quit until I got what I wanted, what I deserved. How'd you get yours, eh?" Spike affected a thoughtful expression and rubbed his chin. He raised his hand sharply, as if coming upon a revelation. "Oh, right! You had it shoved up your ass as a punishment for your dastardly, evil ways. And it comes with that nasty little clause that makes no ruddy sense. It must suck to be you. Permanent blue balls. Everyone around you afraid you'll get happy and then kill them all without warning."

Angel's eyes flickered rapidly into baleful yellow as he snarled at Spike.

But he didn't have anything to say. It was obvious Spike was right, at least to Spike.

Spike felt smugness fill his chest and he puffed up. "Yeah, that's right. You ain't got anything on me. I fought for my soul, got it, and I don't have to worry about it running off if I get a leg over. I'm the only one of us that can say I asked and fought for my soul. Seems to me that I'm the better man here."

The fight suddenly went out of Angel and he turned away. Spike was left frowning and the exhilaration of the argument flowed out of him.

The silence was deafening and Spike desperately wished he was anywhere but here. He could deal with screaming and yelling and fighting but suffering, silent Angel did something to him.

Oh, sometimes he really hated his soul. Before it came along, he'd have thought this was funny.

Well, it sort of was but not as amusing as it should've been.

He watched Angel's broad slumped shoulders sink even more and rolled his eyes as he felt unwanted guilt wash over him.

He wasn't about to give in and apologise or try to make the old fuck feel better. Angel had plowed his row long ago and he had to live with what grew there, now.

Wasn't his problem.

Really wasn't.

He stood there, impatient, leg starting to jiggle in place. His hard-on was still, well, hard, but he didn't feel as much need to relieve it anymore because of that sad git over there brooding sullenly in his corner.

He took a breath and sighed it out. "Look--"

"Shut up, Spike," Angel said quietly.

Spike's upper lip curled and so did his fingers. "You know, I hate being told to shut up. You don't have any right to tell me to do anything, anymore."

"You're right about that, Spike, but it doesn't keep me from wishing you'd listen just one fucking time."

"Like that'll ever happen," Spike scoffed.

Angel suddenly laughed, though it held a bitter edge. "Well, I can't deny you're right about that."

"I'm right about everything, pouf."

Angel finally turned to look at him, lips curved into a wry smile. "That's highly debatable, Spike."

Spike's eyes narrowed.

Out beyond the closed door it sounded like a herd of elephants trampled by. There was loud talking and arguing, hushing and whispering, and many expletives. Cracks like small lightning strikes from over-exuberant spell casters and destruction of furniture.

Spike held perfectly still, seeing that Angel tensed in place the same as he did, and listened intently.

And then they were gone and the tension washed out of Spike abruptly. He slumped against his wall.

"Christ, when can we get out? I can't stand it in here. Too much like that sodding school basement I went nuts in," he grumbled. "Not to mention the fucking Initiative cell and that stupid submarine back in '43. Never did care much for enclosed places. Your fault, I reckon. Told Dru she had to bury me or I wouldn't turn into a proper vampire. Slick trick, mate."

"She always did like to follow daddy's orders." Angel's eyes glittered at him in the darkness. "You have nothing on being trapped in a metal coffin just a couple feet in diameter under a few hundred feet of water with no hope of escape, Spike. Bound with no blood, hallucinating for over three months... Give the pity party a rest. I can always beat you, anyway."

Spike stared at Angel thoughtfully.

Trapped at the bottom of the ocean didn't sound too fun.

He leered. "Beat me, eh? Been thinking about that a lot lately, Angel?"

Angel's face went black with anger for a second, then he rolled his eyes, sighing with exasperation. "Your mind's in the gutter, Spike. We have more important things to think about."

"Mind's always been in the gutter; why are you even surprised?" He grinned. "Besides, what else have we got to think about? We're stuck together in this tiny closet. How's that for metaphorical, eh?"

Several times during their imprisonment the mob of demons rushed by, yelling and hurling spells and insults.

They weren't smart enough to find them, apparently, but it didn't prevent them from running around the bloody building like idiots. Really loud idiots.

They weren't even trying to sneak around anymore and Spike found amusement in listening to them rush here and there, destroying their own property in an attempt to get at them.

Not that they'd find them. They were on the first floor; the horde stayed mostly on the upper ones.

Weren't very imaginative or smart if they thought vampires couldn't move fast enough to get to the lower levels of the building.

Though, the speed Spike and Angel were capable of didn't allow for them to escape out the doors. There were multiple guards, also wards that told when anyone -- demon or human -- entered or exited.

They were in for the long haul. Until Wesley and Gunn came up with a proper distraction or somehow got the bastards to calm down and let them free.

Gunn had a lot of lawyer mumbo jumbo shoved in his brain. He'd come up with something.

That is, if they knew Angel and Spike were in trouble.

Spike sighed. "What time is it?"

"I don't wear a watch, Spike, you know that."

Spike scowled. "All that designer crap you wear and you don't even have a Rolex or something to flaunt on your fat wrist? It figures."

"I don't see you sporting a watch either, Spike, and my wrist isn't fat! I don't know why you keep insulting my weight. I'm not any different than I was back in the old days."

Spike smirked and propped a hip against the wall. "Just because I never said you were fat doesn't mean I didn't think it. Angelus was much scarier than you, mate. Never got away with taking the piss out of him... You're much more fun to annoy."

Angel growled softly. "Fuck you."

"Not in this lifetime."

An hour passed, or something like, and Spike got so bored he contemplated just opening the door and shoving Angel out at the mob that didn't seem to get tired of running around yelling and stomping their feet.

Spike figured they didn't have much to do and a witch hunt -- or a vampire one in this case -- was as good as anything to keep them busy.

He hated being trapped with Angel. Angel wasn't looking at him, was completely ignoring him, and Spike wanted to liven up the tense atmosphere somehow.

He just didn't know how to do that without getting Angel so riled up he outed them by ramming Spike's head through the door.

He moistened his lips.

He was still hard. Maybe he could wank. Angel was there, sure, but it wasn't as if he was interested.

His intentions must have been completely obvious to Angel somehow because he suddenly turned, narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't even think about it, Spike."

Spike opened his mouth.

Angel growled at him. "Just don't."

Spike's jaw snapped shut with a click and he grumbled petulantly.

Angel seemed to be staring holes into Spike, when he bothered to look in his direction. And he had been for the last however long it had been.

Was starting to get on Spike's nerves.

Kept his dick hard, too.

"Stop looking at me!"

Angel grinned, and continued. "Am I making you uncomfortable, Spike?"

Spike snarled. "Yes! You looking at me makes me feel funny. Like my skin's trying to crawl off my bones."

"Good. Now you know how I feel most of the time."

"I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual."

"How long you think it's been, anyway?"

Angel sighed. "And there goes the peaceful silence we had going for a total of ten minutes."

"How do you know it's been ten minutes? You hiding a sodding watch up your ass or something?"

"Estimation, Spike. I don't need a watch to estimate a few minutes. Shut up."

"Make me."

"I'll make you, you little bastard," Angel suddenly snarled, turning and slamming himself into Spike.

Spike rebounded against the wall and then a scuffle ensued. Somehow Spike ended up firmly tucked backwards under one of Angel's arms in a headlock, straddling one of Angel's legs as he struggled to get free without making any more noise than they had during the unsuccessful and embarrassing almost-fight.

He'd gotten one punch in before Angel had slammed his face into the wall he'd become so well acquainted with and that was it.

He probably should practice fighting more often. He was getting rusty.

"Angel," he rasped, trying to pry Angel's meaty arm from around his neck and ignore the leg nudging up against his balls. He slapped at Angel's forearm. "Let me go!"

"I kind of like you like this. So, I'm thinking no."

Spike's fangs itched and then dropped. He grinned around them in the darkness and clutched at Angel's arm, plunging his fangs through leather and silk and flesh. He got in a good taste of old blood, just a brief taste, and rapidly lifted a leg and smashed his kneecap into Angel's crotch at the same time.

Angel froze at both sensations and then bit back a howl of pain before releasing Spike and trying to shake him off his arm. He started hitting Spike with his free hand and eventually Spike had to release or end up with another broken nose or possibly some teeth knocked out.

He backed up against his wall and licked Angel's blood from his lips, savouring the taste.

Angel grabbed his bruised body part with his wounded arm and his wounded arm with his other hand.

He didn't say a word. Spike didn't think he could, the way he was wheezing, hunched over like that.

Spike bounced on the balls of his feet. Now, this was more like it. Circumstances aside, they should be fighting each other....if not physically then verbally. That's just how it was supposed to be between them.

"That'll teach you to try one out on me, git."

Angel gasped through his pain and glared in Spike's direction with yellow eyes that were suspiciously wet. He was bent at the waist, still clutching his goolies, and Spike found great satisfaction in this.

"Damn. I'd forgotten you play dirty. Rotten little cheater."

"I learned from a really big one, so it shouldn't be a surprise." Spike shrugged, patting his coat pockets for cigarettes he didn't have before firmly tucking his hands into them to keep them from flopping inelegantly all over the place. "You just need to pay attention to the world around you. You miss a lot when you've got your head in dark, moist places that never see the light of day."

Angel growled.

Spike sucked on his now human teeth and grimaced as he tasted leather and fabric mixed in with the blood.

He spat.

Next time, he'd try to target a bare piece of skin.

Digging around in his duster, Spike found some rubber bands and a paper clip, which he bent into a crude slingshot. Angel remained oblivious to what he was doing, having been ignoring Spike since the biting and kneeing incidents, until Spike, choking back his snickers, shot a few rubber bands at the back of his head.

He growled, grabbed his hair and felt it to make sure it was still perfectly coiffed, then swung around. "You always have to ruin a good thing, don't you? If you'd stay quiet on your side of this damn closet we could be sure to remain unfound. At this rate, they'll find us and probably torture me because of you. I'm not being tortured again because of you, Spike."

Spike rolled his eyes and snapped another rubber band at Angel. This time it hit him right smack between his beady little eyes. He only had a moment to laugh and enjoy his childish game before Angel smashed him up against the wall again.

The makeshift mini-slingshot fell unheeded from his fingers and he grasped the sides of Angel's jacket. "You have this fascination with me pressed between you and this wall, don't you?"

Angel's eyes narrowed, then he shook Spike roughly until his teeth rattled and pushed away from him. "I'm not doing this with you right now. Just be quiet and we'll get out of this soon."

"Yeah, 'cause Percy and Milk Dud are being real swift with their rescue, aren't they?" Spike snorted. "Probably don't even know we're in trouble."

"If they don't, they will soon."

"Never known you to be optimistic, Angel. What with the sullen pouting and brooding and all."

Angel rolled his eyes. "I don't pout. It's not optimism, it's common sense. Anyone with half a brain would know... Not that you have even a part of a brain."

"Oh, that really hurt." Spike gasped and clutched his chest as if wounded.

"Moron."

"Idiot."

"Nancy."

"Pansy."

"Nonce."

"Asshole."

"Git."

"Dumbass."

"Wanker."

Angel sighed. "Can you just shut up?"

Spike pretended to think. "Not really, no." He smiled broadly and bounced lightly on his feet. "If it gets your goat, that's what I do. This is fun. I could do it all day. 'Least it would be something to do rather than being bored stuck in here with you with nothing to do."

"You want something to entertain you?" Angel asked, gaze unrelenting and suddenly sharply intent.

Spike frowned, sinking back against his wall. He didn't have a good feeling about this. "What are you on about?"

Angel grinned and, before Spike could get in another word, Angel had punched him in the nose.

Stars exploded behind Spike's eyes, his head rebounded against the hard surface of the wall and he whimpered, clutching at his face. Blood trickled down his cheeks, into his mouth; he licked it absently. Moving his fingers to adjust his grip, he noted the slight grating crunch and winced as pain threaded through him.

"You broke my nose!"

"Been wanting to do that forever."

Spike's nose healed slowly after he set it painfully, and Angel smirked at him the whole time as he cleaned the blood away with his own spit, licking blood from his fingers, trying not to cry because it hurt like Angel was a bitch.

"You did a very stupid thing, you know."

Angel looked at him idly, relaxed and grinning on his side of the tiny room. Every so often he glanced down at the knuckles that had broken Spike's nose and grunted softly with laughter. "Yeah, I really don't think so. It's the best thing I've done in months."

Spike smirked despite the throbbing in his nose. "Demons can smell blood as well as us, fuckwit. At least I was careful not to break skin when I was beating the crap out of you. That bite wasn't even all that deep."

Angel blinked, losing his smug demeanor slowly. His brow furrowed. "Shit."

"And you call me the dumbass."

Angel rubbed the back of his neck and looked sheepish. "Okay. I admit it this once. Just this once."

"Well, that's something," Spike murmured. "Not a lot, but something."

"Shut up."

"You've got some balls, after all, admitting you're wrong."

"If you tell anyone, I'll cut your balls off, Spike."

The demons didn't discover them. God, they were stupid.

After several more minutes, possibly more than an hour, Spike grew restless.

More restless.

He'd done all he could to annoy Angel without getting them discovered and since he didn't have anything else in his pockets to entertain him...

His hard-on was still the foremost thing on his mind. He'd even caught Angel glance at him sideways every now and then, sniffing.

If Angel was acknowledging it, in his own way, then it must be very noticeable indeed.

He'd better do something about it before it got them found out.

Or just do something about it before his balls exploded from backlog of cum or something.

He debated the pros and cons of just whipping himself out and wanking right here. He didn't know if Angel would let him get through it or rip his cock off entirely for inappropriate behaviour at the wrong time...

Or maybe Angel would beg Spike to let him suck his cock...

He must be losing brain cells due to his blue balls if thoughts like that were popping into his head.

But he had to do something. And since he was trapped and probably going nuts just standing here in the dark with Angel with no food, no beer, no telly and no porn...

He took a breath, reached out and grabbed Angel's broad shoulder, turned the taller vampire around, raised onto his tip-toes and smashed their mouths together.

He pressed his aching arousal against Angel's body and felt the other man tense. Angel stood there, unmoving, and then, as if unable to stop himself, wrapped his arms around Spike's body, cradled Spike's head in one hand and angled his own head so he could thrust his tongue into Spike's mouth.

Spike couldn't help the moan that made its way out of his throat or the way he had to lean against Angel to remain upright. He couldn't prevent himself from melting into Angel's embrace, from touching him or letting himself be touched. Couldn't prevent himself from humping Angel's thigh just a bit.

He hadn't felt the older vampire like this in so long. He hadn't realised he'd missed it so damn much.

He opened his mouth wider and met Angel's attack with one of his own. Their tongues battled. They kissed for a while and then Angel wrenched his mouth away, breathing hard.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded breathlessly, but not moving away.

Spike licked his kiss swollen lips and shrugged, still firmly pressed against Angel's hard body. "Haven't got laid in so long you don't even remember what a kiss is, do you?"

Angel scowled. "The kiss, Spike. What the hell was it about?"

"Seemed like the thing to do at the time. Think I'm regretting it now, though. Won't quit analyzing it to death, will you? A kiss is just a kiss, you fucktard. A simple thing that shouldn't be over-thought because it ruins the bloody moment."

Angel didn't push him away but Spike could tell he was thinking way too hard about what had just happened.

Spike sighed and removed himself from the hard, seductive lines of Angel, despite his own body's protest that he stay where he was and move around a bit -- or a lot. "Look, just forget it happened. Bad idea all around, anyway. Don't know what I was thinking, really. Must be apoxia, or something."

Angel grinned faintly. "You don't breathe, Spike." Then he grabbed Spike's neck and yanked him forward against him. "Now, shut up and put your mouth to good use. Maybe making out will force you shut the hell up. It's worked before."

Spike opened his mouth to retort, something truly inspiring and vicious and cutting, for certain, but Angel bent his head and shoved his tongue inside, thus stopping the flow of words.

Not that he cared at this point. Angel's tongue was a wicked thing and it was doing very wicked things to his mouth.

He groaned and wrapped his arms around Angel's neck.

Angel moved them a couple of feet and pressed Spike into his wall, situated a leg between his and rubbed their bodies together.

Spike gasped.

It happened fast, usually the case with them. Bits of it were even a blur.

It was very suddenly that Spike's pants were around his ankles, his duster gathered and tossed over one shoulder and Angel was pressed up against his back, not shoving his cock deep into Spike's ass but positioning Spike's legs closer together so he could fit his dick in between his thighs.

Not something Spike would've suggested on his own but Angel wasn't saying anything, really, just grunting and moving him this way and that like a doll.

Spike wouldn't complain if it got him off as well. Though, he had no idea what Angel's motivations were. Angel didn't like him most days so he might not let him cum at all.

Which would be a real bitch and Spike would thoroughly thrash Angel for it -- after he wanked off, of course. And they got out of this closet and building unscathed.

He tried to move but Angel held on tightly and shoved his cock between his legs. Spike involuntarily clamped his thighs shut around the prick and braced himself with his forearms as Angel began to thrust.

He'd never liked this particular kind of sex. Angelus had never done it high enough between his legs to give Spike any friction but Angel was and now Spike could see the allure of the position.

Angel's shaft massaged his entrance and his perineum, pubic hair tickling his cheeks erotically with every movement. His balls were massaged with a sensual bump from the head of Angel's cock, his shaft grazed and made wet by the same thrusting.

Angel loomed over him, arms braced on either side of Spike's on the wall, face pressed into Spike's neck while he breathed hard.

"Christ, your skin's like satin. I'd forgotten what it was like... Fuck..."

Spike shuddered and found himself offering his neck to Angel as he had in the old days.

Angel froze. "Spike?" he whispered, hips stuttering rapidly at the gesture before slowing down and then stopping altogether.

Spike felt their bodies pressed together, the coolness of Angel's skin, his silk shirt, the leather of his belt and jacket, the wool of his pants...all of it was tantalizing.

Spike sighed and clenched his thighs a little more. Angel gasped behind him. "I want you to," he said quietly. "Those demons be damned."

Angel's teeth were in his neck before he could fully finish the sentence and his own fangs were lengthening, his howl stifled when he bit into his own lip to keep his silence. He felt himself close in on his orgasm, so damn close, but then the storage closet door opened and Angel froze, teeth still embedded in his neck.

Spike felt a bit cold with his dick hanging out in the breeze.

He swallowed and felt his skin pull where Angel was still attached. It wasn't an altogether unpleasant feeling. "Uh..." he started intelligently, breathlessly, peering around Angel's big head.

Several humanoid looking demons stared back at them, aggressive and pissed off, then their expressions changed and they smiled.

It was really...fucked up.

Angel's cock leaked between his thighs, a trickle of precum dribbled down Spike's thigh and he shifted. His own prick throbbed between his legs and Angel's fangs continued to pierce him.

One demon spoke, "You insulted us with your distrustful questions and we were going to force an elaborate and appropriately painful payment before even considering doing business with you, but you are righting your wrong. We're just in time to see the fruits of your labours. Gentlemen, proceed with your seeding. It will re-establish the trust between our companies and we can begin negotiations whenever you're ready."

"Huh," Spike grunted. "Heard what the man said, Angel. Get on with the 'seeding'."

Angel growled into his neck and, just when Spike thought Angel was going to blow it for them, the other vampire started moving again.

It wasn't long before Angel was convulsing and thrusting hard against him, cock spurting his seed onto the wall in front of Spike. Spike's body ached with the need for his own release but Angel just leaned against him, breathing loudly like an old, overweight dog.

"Mr. Angel, you should finish your friend's seeding before we will accept your apology. Reciprocity and sharing are very important in our culture."

Spike turned his face in the opposite direction and smirked into his duster.

Looked like he'd be getting off, after all.

Angel released his teeth from Spike's neck, licking the wound he'd made, and reached around Spike.

Spike flexed his hips back against Angel and Angel's cock slipped free.

Angel's hand only stripped him a few times and Spike howled out the pleasure of his own release when it hit him. He tensed against Angel and rode out his orgasm as Angel continued to stroke him through it.

He collapsed when finished and Angel wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him up.

The leader smiled at them, nodded and mumbled some orders to the others milling around, gawking. He turned, "Thank you, Mr. Angel. It's nice to open business with someone who respects our culture and beliefs. Whenever you're ready, we'll go through the contracts. Your lawyer will be presiding over this, I believe?"

Angel nodded.

"Good. Mr. Gunn will be welcomed when he arrives. Good day, gentlemen."

And then everyone was gone and they were alone. Kind of anti-climactic, really.

Angel didn't move and neither did Spike. They stayed pressed together, asses bared, soft cocks dangling, until Angel cleared his throat and moved away to right his clothes.

Spike absolutely did not miss the feel of Angel's body against his.

Spike heard the rustle of clothing and sighed as he shoved his duster back over his shoulder and bent over to pull up his pants. He did up his fly and fixed his belt buckle, then turned to Angel with an arched brow.

"So, us getting stuck in this closet was a bit of good luck on our parts, eh? Never would've gotten naked and grabby, never would've rectified our little booboo, would we?"

"Our little booboo, my ass." Angel rolled his eyes and stalked from the tiny room, leaving Spike standing there, mumbling to himself. He threw back over his shoulder, "If you hadn't fucked up in the first place, Spike, we wouldn't have been in the mess to begin with."

Spike waved a hand and hurried after him. "Details, details."

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