Fic: Corset (Spike/Angel) NC-17/FRAO
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Title: Corset
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own the characters. I own nothing.
Pairing: Dom!Spike/Angel
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/FRAO; smut, m/m, D/s (dom!Spike), themes of BDSM, anal sex, corsets, blowjobs, language, sexual slurs, and facials.
Setting: Angel Season 5
Feedback: It’s an addiction. A very, healthy addiction. *shifty eyes*
Word Count: 1975
Beta: The completely kickass
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A/N: Written as a belated birthday present for tibialisant who wanted “toppy Spike, very dramatic, theatrical style stuff, with sexy Angel in chains... or maybe a corset?” I hope this is dramatic enough for you, hun.
made by tibialisant
Angel pressed his hands against the stone wall of Wolfram and Hart’s basement. He gritted his teeth and tensed his shoulder muscles as Fred put all her strength into her tugging, tightening the laces of his simple black corset. He could feel his insides pressing closer together and he wondered how any woman could have survived wearing these things because he imagined breathing would be impossible.
“Where did you learn to do this again?” Angel grunted, shifting on the balls of his feet.
Fred inhaled sharply and tugged again. “Renaissance faires. I went to the one in
Angel didn’t even have to look at her to know that her cheeks had reddened with blush.
“Not that you need to know that or anything. I just…” Fred stammered.
“It’s all right, Fred,” Angel said, a small smile crinkling the corners of his lips. “Did Spike tell you…?”
Fred pulled on the laces one last time and nimbly tied the strings into a bow. Angel turned around to look at her and saw the knowledge of his secret twinkling in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, Angel. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. You and Spike have fun, okay?”
Angel watched in slight awe as the pretty Southern physicist skipped out the room. It occurred to him that she was probably more aware of the debauchery and depravity of demons than anyone else because of her time spent in Pylea as well as her research sessions with Wesley. Angel knew that some of the books in the former Watcher’s libraries contained sexual acts that would make a mortal’s skin crawl. What surprised him further was how much it didn’t seem to bother her.
Admittedly, she didn’t know all the details of the evening but Angel felt positive that the girl would go back to her room and finger fuck herself under the covers while her fantasies took her into uncharted territory.
He felt his cock harden at the thought, pushing against the thin fabric of his sparkly, black boxer briefs. He ached to touch himself, to relieve his tension. Instead, he chose to concentrate on the assignment he had been given. It wouldn’t be much fun if he got punished before things even began. He knelt down on the rubber mat that had been placed here for this exact purpose and he waited, eyes averted to the floor, ears anxiously waiting for the sound of familiar footsteps, and arms clasped behind his back.
“Bloody hell, Angel.”
The blond vampire sauntered towards his sire and Angel peeked up at him through hooded, lustful eyes. Spike was dressed in tight, black leather pants that hugged him in all the right places and accentuated the growing bulge of his penis. A black, feather boa draped loosely across his shoulders and his eyes had been darkened with black eyeliner.
“You look like a fucking slut ready to suck my cock,” Spike crowed, pushing his pelvis into Angel’s face. “You’re practically begging for it.”
Angel gulped and his tongue darted out, coating the fabric of Spike’s pants with his saliva. Spike grunted and grabbed a handful of Angel’s hair, roughly yanking the older vampire’s head upwards.
“Beg me for it, Angel. Beg me to let you put that dirty, little mouth on my cock.”
“Please, Spike,” Angel whispered. “Let me suck your cock.”
“Those are big words coming from the big boss. Why should I let you?”
Angel bristled. Spike already knew the answer to that question. It had been established the night they had been attacked by Nagros demons and Spike had decided to celebrate their victory with shots of Jack Daniels whiskey. Angel had told him about his fantasy of being dominated, his fantasy of giving up control. He was really no different than the presidents, CEOs, and lawyers that used fetish clubs and mistresses. Spike, of course, had been more than willing to play along with Angel’s game. It wasn’t often the blond got to top and he relished every opportunity.
“Please Spike,” Angel begged, feeling a small burn in his scalp from where Spike held his hair. “I want to feel you in my mouth, want to feel you in my throat, want to taste you so bad.”
“Unzip me with your teeth,” Spike ordered, loosening his grip on Angel’s hair. “If I catch even a glimpse of your hands, I will make it impossible for you to use them ever again.”
Angel lowered his head and stifled a chuckle as his teeth latched onto the metal zipper. Spike always had a slight flair for the dramatic and tonight was no exception. The zipper clicked out its merry tune as the teeth separated and Spike’s bulbous cock head poked Angel in the jaw.
Angel wrapped his mouth around it and flicked his tongue against the frenulum. Spike groaned and rocked his hips forward. Angel pulled in his cheeks and sucked with enthusiasm. Spike grunted, feeling willing to argue that
After a few moments of Angel’s delicious teasing, Spike pulled off the feather boa with his free hand and let it fall to the back of Angel’s neck. The feathers tickled Angel’s skin and he moaned softly around Spike’s pulsing member.
Spike threaded his other hand into Angel’s hair and thrust deeply into Angel’s mouth. Angel grunted as the force shifted the fit of his corset. It almost felt like the article of clothing was getting tighter and more uncomfortable instead of loosening itself in the way Angel had originally hoped when he had agreed to wear it.
Spike picked up on Angel’s pause and a wicked grin curled the corners of his bow-shaped mouth. “What’s the matter, slut? Don’t like the taste of my cock anymore?”
Angel responded with a long, slurping noise and he swallowed Spike’s cock down his throat. Spike felt his balls tighten and he pulled his cock out of Angel’s mouth, letting the ropy, white strands hit the vampire on his cheeks, forehead, chin, and lips.
“Stand up, whore,” Spike commanded. “Take off your briefs and spread your cheeks like a good slut. I want to see that pretty pucker of yours.”
Angel obeyed, surprised that the small panties hadn’t torn in the process from his dick trying to punch its way out. He wiggled out of them and bent over the waist. He splayed his hands over his ass and exposed himself to Spike’s watchful eyes.
Spike could feel his cock beginning to twitch to life again. He couldn’t remember a time when Angel hadn’t done that to him. Even when the tables were turned. Even when he was Angelus.
“I’m going to drill you into the wall, my little slut. I hope Wolfram and Hart has good insurance. Or they could always just switch to Geico and save money that way,” Spike snickered, amused by his joke.
He stepped towards Angel and languidly ran his fingers over the vampire’s perfect globes. “But first, your lacings are looking a little loose. It appears that Fred was too nice on you. Tsk. Tsk. She forgets us vampires don’t feel pain the same way humans do. And you don’t need to breathe either so that ain’t a problem for us, is it mate?”
He reached two fingers under the laces and pulled. Angel grunted, feeling his insides rearrange themselves again. Spike wasn’t as gentle as Fred had been as he expertly re-laced his sire. Once he was finished, Spike ran his fingers over the dark fabric and smiled.
“We shall have to get you another one of these, my little slut. Leather and latex for sure. Maybe some frills next time. Would you like that? Would certainly hide that fat gut of yours.”
Angel nodded and wiggled his ass, eager to feel Spike’s dick fill him.
Spike chuckled and smacked him, leaving a nice, red handprint in its wake. “Not yet, slut. One more thing needs to happen before I give you what you’ve been craving all night.”
He grabbed the boa off of Angel’s neck and dropped to his haunches. His hands gripped Angel’s right ankle and he forced the leg to open further. Once satisfied with the distance, he tied one end of the boa to each ankle and clapped his hands with delight as he admired his work.
He slowly pushed his way back into standing position, pausing to spit a large glob of saliva into Angel’s waiting hole. He pushed his index finger inside the hole and swirled the spit around. Angel instinctively pushed back on the finger and bucked his hips in rhythm to the flicking movements that Spike was making inside of him.
“Big boss craves old Spike’s dick. They should run that in the headlines tomorrow. I bet you’d jerk off if that article fell on your desk. Maybe I’ll make you do that tomorrow. Jerk off while you read the paper. Jerk off when your clients are in the room, when you’re on the phone. But I won’t let you cum till the end of the day. Your cum is mine, slut. I don’t share.”
Angel immediately recognized the shift of human to demon and he followed suit, feeling his fangs dig into the fleshy, pink skin of his bottom lip. It was time to fully surrender to what he knew Spike wanted to hear and what his demon was asking for. “Fuck me, Spike. Fuck me like a little whore. Fuck me like your dirty, little whore. Make me cum. Make me your possession.”
Spike grinned, thrilled at how easy it was to play with Angel’s emotions this way. He was so needy, so wanting. It was bloody, fucking brilliant.
Spike pushed the tip of his cock against Angel’s hole and he leaned across his sire’s back, wrapping his hand around Angel’s wrist in a death grip. “Hold onto the wall, slut. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Angel braced himself against the wall and Spike pushed his way in slowly, briefly allowing Angel to adjust to the length and girth. Angel moaned when Spike’s dick brushed across his prostate gland and he wiggled his hips in an effort to convince Spike to pick up the pace.
Spike kept one hand on Angel’s wrist and with the other, interlaced his fingers with the corset strings. He built up his thrusts little by little with no interest of giving Angel a quick orgasm.
Angel hissed and moaned with each thrust. “Harder! Faster!” He chanted, clenching his stomach, finally finding enjoyment in the press of the corset’s steel boning and confining material.
Spike’s thrusts matched his requests and Angel could feel the wall starting to crumble beneath his fingers.
Spike screamed in primal bliss as he pummeled into Angel’s ass with all the vampiric force he could muster. Angel’s body lurched forward, his head slamming against the wall but right now, he had no interest for injuries. Injuries could heal. And Spike was fully aware that shitty buildings could crumble to the ground when the sex was like this. It wasn’t his fault that Wolfram and Hart had hired a bad contractor.
Angel felt his balls tighten and his orgasm hit him like a pile of bricks…actually, the bricks were falling on top of him and so was Spike who had spent his load into the deep confines of Angel’s ass.
“Fuck!” Angel hissed, looking at the decimated wall before him.
“Told you I’m good, Peaches.” Spike grinned. “But next time, we should bring the whole building down with us. I’ve got a great idea involving chains.”
He waggled his eyebrows and Angel groaned. Spike was going to be the death of him someday but he couldn’t think of a better way to go.
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on 2008-08-26 02:12 am (UTC)I love Spike on top so much.
This was smoking!
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on 2008-08-26 02:15 am (UTC)It was fun to write, hunny
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on 2008-08-26 02:29 am (UTC)Glad you liked the boa.
And Angelus...well, he'd got a hidden masochist in there somewhere. He just doesn't know it yet.
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on 2008-08-26 02:54 am (UTC)*brain has melted from the hotness*
...... Guuuuuuuhhhh!!!!
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on 2008-08-26 02:55 am (UTC)Thanks love. That made me grin from ear to ear
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on 2008-08-26 03:03 am (UTC)not even from the sexy stuff
BIRTHDAY SQUEEEEE
on 2008-08-26 04:49 am (UTC)Dayum!! Girlie, that was FLASH - FINGER LICKIN AND SEXY HAWT!!
Thank you sooooo much! twas way squee to have something written for me too!! And what a sumthin! wooo *is all flushed and flustered*
uhm
yeah.
Thanks thanks thanks *drool*
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on 2008-08-26 04:59 am (UTC)You're a special person and a special friend. I'm glad I could make you all flushed and flustered for your birthday especially after what you did for mine :)
*hugs*
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on 2008-08-26 03:32 pm (UTC)Again, thank you so much darlin
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on 2008-08-26 08:25 pm (UTC)Re: BIRTHDAY SQUEEEEE
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on 2008-08-26 08:58 am (UTC)Don't think I should have read this at work. Oh well! *reads it again*
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on 2008-08-26 01:07 pm (UTC)Just don't get caught, luv! Wouldn't want to explain that to an employer
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on 2008-08-26 02:45 pm (UTC)*mwah* Awesome, hun!
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on 2008-08-26 08:26 pm (UTC)Thank you, hunny. That means the world to me that you think I wrote this so well.
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on 2008-08-26 05:22 pm (UTC)well done, i loved it! *pets spike and angel*
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on 2008-08-26 08:28 pm (UTC)Glad you loved :)
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on 2008-09-03 07:12 pm (UTC)Thanks
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on 2008-09-03 07:11 pm (UTC)thank you
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