AtS: Cling (Angel/Spike) FRAO/NC-17
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snoggedTitle: Cling
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Word Count: 1477
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; slash, adult language, sexual slurs, explicit sex (anal), restraints, body binding/cling wrap, mentions of corsetry, pain, PWP.
Summary: Angel’s feeling creative…
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rockstarpeach. Any other mistakes are mine
A/N: written forhello_spikey. Hope you like it, hun!
He had spent nearly three centuries making choices on a day-to-day basis. What to wear, who to kill, who to save, who to fuck. It was those decisions that made him dominant, made him alpha, made him Master. And there were some- like the incredibly attractive albeit cocky blond vampire currently tied to his headboard- that secretly got off on having decisions made for them.
“What shall I dress you in today, baby?” Angel murmured, raking his dark eyes over the ball gag tucked inside Spike’s jaws, across the pale expanse of Spike’s chest, and down to the growing, twitching erection between the blond’s thighs.
After lingering on Spike’s groin for a few seconds, Angel turned his eyes back to the closet, spotting a black leather corset tucked in between a cop’s uniform and a school boy’s jacket. He moved the other clothes out of the way and tentatively ran his fingers across the intricate spider web design, feeling the silver lines curve and curl, thinking of the ways it would constrict and contain.
Angel had used it on Spike before and it had always produced pleasant results. He liked pulling the laces so tight that it made Spike grunt and gasp as his organs were ruthlessly melded together. He also liked the way it made Spike’s ass hole tense and clench around his cock in a way that just didn’t happen during one of their vanilla fucks.
Angel reached for the hanger, but paused at the sight of a thin, yellow box. Red Cling-Wrap. The same exact stuff that Fred used to wrap up her left-over Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo before sticking it in the Wolfram and Hart fridge. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to bind Spike in it.
He pulled the box out and smacked it lightly against the palm of his hand, flashing Spike a devious smile. “Looks like you’re getting a new costume, boy.”
Spike’s ice-blue eyes widened with a mixture of fear, curiosity, and lust as Angel proceeded to pull the crinkling film off its rollers and position it on top of Spike’s calves, slowly and carefully wrapping it around his childe’s legs, forcing them together, making it impossible for him to move.
“Mmm….,” Angel mused, taking a step back to admire his current work. So far, he’d only done the legs but his end goal was to see Spike completely immobile, covered head to toe in cling wrap, with the exception of a conveniently placed fucking hole. One at the ass would do the trick. And he wouldn’t need to free Spike’s mouth because the boy was already sucking on rubber. “Red’s a good color on you, baby. Brings out your eyes.”
Spike narrowed his eyes and mumbled around the gag, hoping to share a few choice curse words with Angel about his predicament. Angel always made things more fun when he put up a fight or when he squirmed a little bit. The heat was already growing between his thighs and he could feel the prickling sensation of his leg hairs rubbing against each other. It was fucking hot.
Slowly but surely, the cling wrap settled around his balls and Spike gasped at the sudden pressure. Angel smirked, letting the box fall to the bed again before wrapping his hand around the base of Spike’s bare cock. A few short, rough strokes was enough to make Spike groan and whimper, made him buck against Angel’s fist like it was a virgin’s pussy getting assaulted for the first time.
Angel chuckled softly as he continued to pump his lover’s cock, listening to the distinct sound of the cling wrap shifting against the skin as Spike twisted his hips and noticing the little streams of drool slipping past the gag to coat Spike’s cheeks.
“Such a little slut for Daddy’s hand,” Angel murmured, as Spike shuddered beneath him, cock twitching and veins pulsing. He was so close to coming, so close to that razor sharp edge that it would be a damn shame to take that away from him. Unfortunately for Spike, Angel wasn’t feeling so nice today.
Angel released his grip and placed his palm on top of Spike’s balls; pressing down on the aching sac and watching the lust in Spike’s eyes dissipate into frustration and annoyance.
“Fuck!” Spike mumbled, barely audible through the gag. “Fucking fucker!”
Angel narrowed his eyes, picked up the box, and tore off a fresh piece of cling wrap, wrapping it tightly around Spike’s still-hardened prick. Then, he moved up to Spike’s stomach, forcing Spike to roll from side to side, making it easier to cover every square inch.
When he reached Spike’s arm pits, he paused, tucking the edge of the cling wrap into the hem to keep it from falling apart. Then, he moved on to the arms, covering each one separately until he reached the knot of the rope binding Spike’s clasped hands.
The final stroke of his masterpiece was Spike’s head; making gelled blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, arched cheekbones, and a cocky, ball-filled mouth disappear under a layer of red. It was a damn beautiful sight.
“Roll over, baby,” Angel mused, eager to get his dick inside Spike’s tight and currently restricted hole.
But a few second passed and nothing happened. Either Spike couldn’t hear him on a count of the cling wrap blocking his ears or he was being a troublesome dip shit. Angel didn’t even bother making the command a second time. Instead, he grabbed Spike by the ankle and flipped him onto his stomach. He could hear the crackle and pop of Spike’s shoulders dislocating and the faint sounds of Spike screaming and cursing.
Angel’s large hand descended through the air in a rapid arc landing squarely on the vampire’s cherry red ass. Even through the cling wrap, Spike’s ass still bounced from the force of the spanking.
Then, he pressed his index finger against the thin, red material, piercing a hole with his nail and slowly prying it open so it would be wide enough to fit his cock.
“We’re gonna have a good time, boy,” Angel murmured, finding the ring of muscle between Spike’s cheeks and worming two fingers inside. He could feel the pressure, the heat, the resistance. God, he loved it when Spike fought against the intrusion. Loved it whenever he made a big show about not getting off on the things that were depraved and dirty. It always made it that much more hot.
Angel moved his fingers, scissors-like, brushing against Spike’s prostate and making the blond flop around like a fish, his ass arching into the air with each upwards stroke. It was clear the restraints and body binding were challenging him to find new ways to react to Angel’s stimulation.
Spike’s cock twitched and jumped as Angel stroked his insides, making the cling wrap shift and crinkle, making it stretch even thinner, testing its ability to hold steady.
With a loud pop, Angel moved his fingers and spat onto the gaping hole, using the tip of his dick like a paint brush in order to rub the salty fluid around a bit before shoving his way inside with one, quick thrust. Spike’s head arched like a bow about to be pulled from an arrow, another scream coming from his lips.
“Such a good, little whore,” Angel murmured, feeling the stir of his demon as he increased the speed and pace of his thrusts. He wanted to tear Spike apart, rip him open, and bury himself inside for the rest of eternity. “You’re so good at taking daddy’s cock, boy. Don’t even need to be lubed. You just let me slide right in there.”
Spike grunted as Angel drilled into him with ruthless and ferocious passion as the mattress creaked and shuddered under their combined weight. He could hear balls slapping against his thighs, could smell raw sex and patchouli drifting off the comforter. Angel’s fingernails dug into his hips and he could feel the body bindings weaken under the strain of their fucking.
Angel felt his balls draw up, nestling against the bottom of his stomach as he made his final thrust, coming with a loud roar as he coated Spike’s insides with his spunk. It didn’t take long after that for the edges he had so carefully tucked came undone and the cling wrap started to unravel.
He dug his fingers into the cherry red bindings and tore at them until Spike was finally free. Spike’s body slumped forward and his eyes drifted closed, a sure sign that he’d been well-fucked.
As Angel cleaned up, it didn’t take long to find the shreds of cling wrap that had been coated in Spike’s sticky, white cum. He always loved what a horny, little bastard Spike was. It’s what made nights like this work so damn well.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Word Count: 1477
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; slash, adult language, sexual slurs, explicit sex (anal), restraints, body binding/cling wrap, mentions of corsetry, pain, PWP.
Summary: Angel’s feeling creative…
Beta:
rockstarpeach. Any other mistakes are mineA/N: written for
hello_spikey. Hope you like it, hun!He had spent nearly three centuries making choices on a day-to-day basis. What to wear, who to kill, who to save, who to fuck. It was those decisions that made him dominant, made him alpha, made him Master. And there were some- like the incredibly attractive albeit cocky blond vampire currently tied to his headboard- that secretly got off on having decisions made for them.
“What shall I dress you in today, baby?” Angel murmured, raking his dark eyes over the ball gag tucked inside Spike’s jaws, across the pale expanse of Spike’s chest, and down to the growing, twitching erection between the blond’s thighs.
After lingering on Spike’s groin for a few seconds, Angel turned his eyes back to the closet, spotting a black leather corset tucked in between a cop’s uniform and a school boy’s jacket. He moved the other clothes out of the way and tentatively ran his fingers across the intricate spider web design, feeling the silver lines curve and curl, thinking of the ways it would constrict and contain.
Angel had used it on Spike before and it had always produced pleasant results. He liked pulling the laces so tight that it made Spike grunt and gasp as his organs were ruthlessly melded together. He also liked the way it made Spike’s ass hole tense and clench around his cock in a way that just didn’t happen during one of their vanilla fucks.
Angel reached for the hanger, but paused at the sight of a thin, yellow box. Red Cling-Wrap. The same exact stuff that Fred used to wrap up her left-over Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo before sticking it in the Wolfram and Hart fridge. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to bind Spike in it.
He pulled the box out and smacked it lightly against the palm of his hand, flashing Spike a devious smile. “Looks like you’re getting a new costume, boy.”
Spike’s ice-blue eyes widened with a mixture of fear, curiosity, and lust as Angel proceeded to pull the crinkling film off its rollers and position it on top of Spike’s calves, slowly and carefully wrapping it around his childe’s legs, forcing them together, making it impossible for him to move.
“Mmm….,” Angel mused, taking a step back to admire his current work. So far, he’d only done the legs but his end goal was to see Spike completely immobile, covered head to toe in cling wrap, with the exception of a conveniently placed fucking hole. One at the ass would do the trick. And he wouldn’t need to free Spike’s mouth because the boy was already sucking on rubber. “Red’s a good color on you, baby. Brings out your eyes.”
Spike narrowed his eyes and mumbled around the gag, hoping to share a few choice curse words with Angel about his predicament. Angel always made things more fun when he put up a fight or when he squirmed a little bit. The heat was already growing between his thighs and he could feel the prickling sensation of his leg hairs rubbing against each other. It was fucking hot.
Slowly but surely, the cling wrap settled around his balls and Spike gasped at the sudden pressure. Angel smirked, letting the box fall to the bed again before wrapping his hand around the base of Spike’s bare cock. A few short, rough strokes was enough to make Spike groan and whimper, made him buck against Angel’s fist like it was a virgin’s pussy getting assaulted for the first time.
Angel chuckled softly as he continued to pump his lover’s cock, listening to the distinct sound of the cling wrap shifting against the skin as Spike twisted his hips and noticing the little streams of drool slipping past the gag to coat Spike’s cheeks.
“Such a little slut for Daddy’s hand,” Angel murmured, as Spike shuddered beneath him, cock twitching and veins pulsing. He was so close to coming, so close to that razor sharp edge that it would be a damn shame to take that away from him. Unfortunately for Spike, Angel wasn’t feeling so nice today.
Angel released his grip and placed his palm on top of Spike’s balls; pressing down on the aching sac and watching the lust in Spike’s eyes dissipate into frustration and annoyance.
“Fuck!” Spike mumbled, barely audible through the gag. “Fucking fucker!”
Angel narrowed his eyes, picked up the box, and tore off a fresh piece of cling wrap, wrapping it tightly around Spike’s still-hardened prick. Then, he moved up to Spike’s stomach, forcing Spike to roll from side to side, making it easier to cover every square inch.
When he reached Spike’s arm pits, he paused, tucking the edge of the cling wrap into the hem to keep it from falling apart. Then, he moved on to the arms, covering each one separately until he reached the knot of the rope binding Spike’s clasped hands.
The final stroke of his masterpiece was Spike’s head; making gelled blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, arched cheekbones, and a cocky, ball-filled mouth disappear under a layer of red. It was a damn beautiful sight.
“Roll over, baby,” Angel mused, eager to get his dick inside Spike’s tight and currently restricted hole.
But a few second passed and nothing happened. Either Spike couldn’t hear him on a count of the cling wrap blocking his ears or he was being a troublesome dip shit. Angel didn’t even bother making the command a second time. Instead, he grabbed Spike by the ankle and flipped him onto his stomach. He could hear the crackle and pop of Spike’s shoulders dislocating and the faint sounds of Spike screaming and cursing.
Angel’s large hand descended through the air in a rapid arc landing squarely on the vampire’s cherry red ass. Even through the cling wrap, Spike’s ass still bounced from the force of the spanking.
Then, he pressed his index finger against the thin, red material, piercing a hole with his nail and slowly prying it open so it would be wide enough to fit his cock.
“We’re gonna have a good time, boy,” Angel murmured, finding the ring of muscle between Spike’s cheeks and worming two fingers inside. He could feel the pressure, the heat, the resistance. God, he loved it when Spike fought against the intrusion. Loved it whenever he made a big show about not getting off on the things that were depraved and dirty. It always made it that much more hot.
Angel moved his fingers, scissors-like, brushing against Spike’s prostate and making the blond flop around like a fish, his ass arching into the air with each upwards stroke. It was clear the restraints and body binding were challenging him to find new ways to react to Angel’s stimulation.
Spike’s cock twitched and jumped as Angel stroked his insides, making the cling wrap shift and crinkle, making it stretch even thinner, testing its ability to hold steady.
With a loud pop, Angel moved his fingers and spat onto the gaping hole, using the tip of his dick like a paint brush in order to rub the salty fluid around a bit before shoving his way inside with one, quick thrust. Spike’s head arched like a bow about to be pulled from an arrow, another scream coming from his lips.
“Such a good, little whore,” Angel murmured, feeling the stir of his demon as he increased the speed and pace of his thrusts. He wanted to tear Spike apart, rip him open, and bury himself inside for the rest of eternity. “You’re so good at taking daddy’s cock, boy. Don’t even need to be lubed. You just let me slide right in there.”
Spike grunted as Angel drilled into him with ruthless and ferocious passion as the mattress creaked and shuddered under their combined weight. He could hear balls slapping against his thighs, could smell raw sex and patchouli drifting off the comforter. Angel’s fingernails dug into his hips and he could feel the body bindings weaken under the strain of their fucking.
Angel felt his balls draw up, nestling against the bottom of his stomach as he made his final thrust, coming with a loud roar as he coated Spike’s insides with his spunk. It didn’t take long after that for the edges he had so carefully tucked came undone and the cling wrap started to unravel.
He dug his fingers into the cherry red bindings and tore at them until Spike was finally free. Spike’s body slumped forward and his eyes drifted closed, a sure sign that he’d been well-fucked.
As Angel cleaned up, it didn’t take long to find the shreds of cling wrap that had been coated in Spike’s sticky, white cum. He always loved what a horny, little bastard Spike was. It’s what made nights like this work so damn well.
