Fic: London Holiday (NC-17/FRAO) Spike/Wesley

[snogged]

Today's my posting day at noel_of_spike!!

Title: London Holiday
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. owns all the characters. I don't. Simple as that, right?
Pairing: Spike/Wesley
Rating: NC-17/FRAO for adult language, m/m, anal, blowjobs, romance, holiday bondage, and talk of D/s themes.
Word Count: 2551
Summary: Post-NFA, slightly AU fic. Instead of fighting against the Black Thorn, Wesley chose to go to England to escape the pain of losing Fred. What he never expected was that a certain peroxide blond vampire would follow him there to make him an offer he can't refuse.
A/N: written for my noel_of_spike day and dedicated to rockstarpeach and ash_carpenter for their inspiration and motivation :).

Beta: rockstarpeach


Large splashes of cold, December rain fell on his cheeks, his nose, his coat, his hair. The water soaked through to his non-reactive skin and a smug smile crossed his features as he watched the pedestrians on the sidewalks struggle to find shelter from Mother Nature's dripping quim.

"Dirty little bitch," Spike muttered, glancing at the cloudy sky as he walked towards the welcoming scent of gin, brandy, and whiskey and one of London's finest pubs. "Bet Father Time knows just how to trip your trigger."

He was glad to be the fuck out of the City of Angels even if the big, old boss man was just sending him on another reconnaissance mission so they could get started on cleaning up the streets. Angel was a bloody sucker for cleanliness. A place for everything and all that.

He stepped into the pub and sauntered up to the bar, slamming some money on the counter and waiting expectantly for the bartender to respond.

"Brandy on the rocks."

He glanced around the room and caught the flash of a seductive grin from a trashy looking bint who was probably drunk up to her ears from vodka and cranberries. He rolled his eyes and moved onto the next patron. The girl would find another man to take her home and she wouldn't have hard feelings from getting ignored either.

He spotted his target in the corner of the room and grabbed his drink off the bar.

"'ello mate. Doesn't this music just got you feeling the bloody Yule-tide cheer?"

Wesley looked up from his drink and Spike swore he saw the ghost of a smile on the Watcher's face. Wes had certainly had a rough time of things and Spike had never blamed him for disappearing into the sunset before the final battle. He didn't see Wes as a coward for doing it either. The man had lost his girl and had almost lost his mind when Illyria had taken over her body.

'Course Angel hadn't felt the same way about Wesley's departure. In fact, he'd thrown a big-girl fit over it, but Big Blue had done her best to soothe the beast within. Mostly by threatening ball removal. Spike had actually gotten the chit to admit that she had encouraged Wesley to leave LA after the blood had finished spattering over the walls and they had been victorious.

Mostly victorious, anyways. Gunn was now a member of the fang persuasion but he seemed willing to find redemption and Angel was always happy to take on a new project.

Spike grabbed a chair and plopped down into it, stretching his legs and grinning. "Come on, now, Percy. Aren't you happy to see me?"

Wesley coughed, and idly ran his finger around the edge of his glass. "Of course, Spike. I just…"

"Wasn't expecting the company?" Spike offered. "I get it, mate. But Angel wanted to make sure you weren't lonely on the holidays and offered me a paid vacation. I'd take any get-out-of-hell card from him, no matter where it took me. Lucky for me, I happen to fancy you quite a bit."

Spike felt it was probably better not to mention the whole reason Angel had sent him back to his roots but if Spike had his way, there'd be time for that later. Getting a good shag out the trip wouldn't be a display of disobedience and if Angel thought it was, Spike would just kick his sire's ass again. Wasn't hard the last time. He couldn't wait to get Wes out of those knickers and into his pert, lily-white ass. 'Sides, a good old-fashioned reaming would probably perk the boy up a bit.

Wes cringed at Angel's name. He still felt like he had betrayed the vampire by leaving and it ate him up inside. "Somehow I doubt that's the real reason you're here."
Spike waggled his eyebrows and extended his hand, brushing his fingertips over the top of Wesley's knuckles.

"Take me back to your place and I'll show you the real reason I'm here."

Wesley cleared his throat, surprised by Spike's forwardness. He couldn't deny that he hadn't thought about it before but he never would have hurt Fred to chase a fantasy. But now that Fred was gone, it was… "Spike, I'm not sure I can."

"You can do whatever you damn well please, mate. But no one should have to go through the holiday season alone. 'Sides, I can give you what you need, what you're craving. Can smell it on ya."

Wesley raised his eyebrow in confusion.

Spike chuckled, "Vampire, pet. Don't they teach you that at Watcher training academy?"
Wesley shook his head. "I should have known that vampires could sense arousal as well as fear. It must be part of your wiring."

Spike snorted at Wesley's innocence and downed the remaining contents of his drink. "You're just figuring this out after spending all the time in the company of vampires back in LA? I thought being a rogue had hardened you up a bit. And I heard a naughty rumor you kept a girl locked in your closet."

Wesley averted his eyes and took a sip of his drink. "Yes, well, perhaps I've been away from the scene too long."

"How 'bout I refresh your memory then?" Spike reached for Wesley's hand and pulled the brunet out of his seat and towards the exit. The floozy, who had given him the eye before, twisted her lips into a pout but ran off to flirt with whatever the next best dick was.

"My apartment is just down this way," Wesley replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline surge through him as Spike maneuvered his way through the London crowd to the low-rent flat Wes was now calling home.

Wes got the doors open and before his apartment door had closed, Spike's lips had found his in a ravenous kiss and his hands had threaded themselves into dark, short hair.

"Spike," Wes whispered voice breathless and ragged. She's in his head, and all he wants is to pull away from Spike's embrace. Wants to honor his girl. Wants to honor her fading memory. "I can't. Can't let myself forget her."

Spike's hands caressed his cheeks and Wes swore he could swim in those mesmerizing, blue eyes for the rest of his life. "You don't have too, mate. I'm not asking you to forget. I'll never ask that. I can't forget the sweet chit either. None of us can. Just let yourself feel safe with me. That's all I'm asking."

Wesley nodded, finally closing the door to his apartment. The words were mushy and cheesy but they were exactly what he needed to hear. "Kiss me."

Spike stepped forward to close the distance between them, but paused, spotting a string of brightly colored lights poking out of one of the many brown boxes in Wesley's living room. Unpacking had obviously not been at the top of the Brit's priority list.

"I've got a better idea, pet."

Spike's fingers slowly manipulated the buttons of Wes's cranberry red shirt, popping each one free from its confining hole. He pushed the fabric off of Wes's shoulders and ran his hands over the smooth, pectoral muscles before capturing the man's mouth with his own. Their tongues met quickly, twisting and twirling around each other in an elaborate dance. Spike guided them towards the bed and pushed Wes onto the comforter, grabbing the lights out of the box.

Wes's eyes flickered in amusement and his arms reached above his head, displaying his willingness to try out some holiday bondage.

Spike crawled up the length of Wes's taut body and slowly wrapped the string around Wes's wrists and arms. The gaudy but colorful baubles were a beautiful contrast to the paleness of Wes's skin. His lips brushed against Wes's and he trailed kissed down the man's neck and torso, pausing to flick and swirl his tongue around Wes's hardening nipples.

Wes arched his back as Spike unnecessarily exhaled against the bulge in his pants and his tongue poked against the hard column beneath the fabric.

Wes squirmed, wishing he could reach down and help Spike get those pants off but it seemed that Spike was more interested in trying to get him to cum in his pants like a ruddy teenager. "Spike, please."

Spike looked up at him through hooded, lust-filled eyes and pressed his mouth against Wes's dick, not ready to remove the fabric that separated lips from skin quite yet. He may have a soul now, but he was still a vampire. He knew full well how to blend the line of sweet pleasure and tortuous pain and he knew that Wesley needed this to happen as well even if the Brit wouldn't admit to it.

His teeth found the zipper on Wesley's pants and soon the little barbs were click-clacking open and his nose was pressed against Wesley's pelvis. Couldn't get any closer to the scent of eager passion than where he was now and the musky scent was a delicious turn-on.

Wesley groaned and rocked his hips, wanting Spike to do so much more than what he was doing.

Spike grinned and relented, sliding his fingers into the waistband of the bloke's pants and boxers, methodically sliding the set off Wesley's legs and dropping them onto the floor. "Bondage is a good look for you, mate. Wonder what you'd look like with iron manacles."

"I'd much prefer to see you in them," Wes hinted, a dark edge creeping into his tone.
"Bet you would," Spike smirked. It was good to see some of that spark come back into Wes's eyes. "Wanna lock me up in a cage too?"

"Perhaps. I'd prefer you get on with your task, however."

Spike's hands wrapped around Wesley's cock and he pumped the boy with fast, easy strokes. "I only take orders from the big boss, Wes. And I oughtta point out you're the one trussed up like a present under Santa's tree, not me."

Wesley groaned and thrust his hips against Spike's hand. Spike dipped his head and sucked the tip of Wesley's cock into his mouth like a Tootsie roll pop. His tongue laved across the frenulum and Wesley's thigh muscles clenched as they tried to push against gravity to get more of Wesley's cock into Spike's mouth.

Spike's hands pressed against Wesley's thighs, locking them in place as he continued to lick and suck Wesley's trembling dick, tantalizing and teasing the boy until he finally swallowed the length of it. Soft pubic hairs tickled his nose but he didn't mind, deep throating was one of his specialties. It was the only thing Angelus had complimented him on, even though Spike was positive he should have gotten plenty of rave reviews for the debauched acts he'd performed for Angelus over the years.

Wesley felt his balls draw up and thick strands of cum coursed down the back of Spike's throat. Spike swallowed down every last bit, than looked up at Wesley with a shit-eating grin across his face.

His face moved towards Wesley's and their lips met in a soft kiss, tongues mapping out the insides of their mouths once more. Wesley could taste himself on Spike's lips and it amped the desire that was again building in his groin.

Spike smirked, impressed by Wes's willingness to go at it again. There was nothing quite like the holidays to get a pair of horny blokes in the mood, even if it was raining outside instead of snowing.

"Got any lube?"

Wesley blinked and nodded. "In the nightstand cabinet. Astroglide, I think."

Spike reached for the cabinet door and pulled the bottle out before setting it down on the bed. He glanced down at his current state of dress and frowned.

"No fair to you that I get to keep my clothes on while you sit rosy and naked, is it?"

Wes nodded. "Not fair at all."

Spike got off the bed and slipped out of his clothes, throwing his shirt and jeans over Wes's overstuffed, easy chair.

Wes pursed his lips in appreciation and Spike picked up the bottle again, pouring a copious amount of the liquid onto his hands and generously massaging it into Wes's dick, perking the little bugger back up again.

Wes tilted his head and his mouth formed a cute, round 'o.' "Spike, I don't understand."
"What's there to understand, love?" Spike straddled Wesley's waist and lined his puckered hole up with Wesley's cock. "I want you to fuck me. Know you want it that way too. And lucky for you, Angel gave me permission to let you ream my tight, little hole. It was part of my mission."

Wesley couldn't help but grin at Spike's confession but his thoughts didn't stay there long. Spike bore down, letting Wesley penetrate the ring of muscle with moderate ease. The tip of Wesley's cock brushed against Spike's prostate and Spike groaned in pleasure as he started fucking himself on the hard shaft. Spike's cock bounced against Wesley's abdomen with each thrust and the vampire looked like his eyes were about to roll back in his head.

"God, Wes…fuck…so good."

Wesley rocked his hips to meet Spike's thrusts. It was a little difficult with his hands tied but he managed the best he could. It was the least he could do for everything that Spike had done for him tonight.

Spike clenched his ass and felt Wesley's muscles tighten up inside of him.
"Cum for me, Wes. Cum for me," Spike whispered.

Wesley groaned as he unloaded his warm spunk into Spike's bowels. The vampire basically purred in response and a few short streams of cum leaked from his dick onto Wesley's stomach.

Spike pushed himself off of Wesley and collapsed beside him, idly tracing his finger through the cum dotting Wesley's stomach and scooping some of it off and into his mouth. The salt from Wes's skin added the perfect hint of flavor to an already brilliant mixture.

"Come back to LA with me," Spike said. "We need you there. I need you there. S'not the same without you."

Wesley blinked. He should have expected this. Should have known the second Spike walked into that pub. "I…don't know."

"I know it's hard, mate. But say yes. If not for me, then for the gang."

Wesley leaned over and kissed Spike on the mouth. "I'd only come back for you. You've given me a reason to."

A smile tugged at the corners of Spike's lips. "You're a right romantic, Wes. We might have to change that. I like my men willing to beat me up a little when I give them sass. Why else do you think I stuck around Angelus so long?"

Wesley laughed, "I've got a nice kennel with your name on it then. Now get me out these lights."

Spike reached up and unwrapped Wesley's wrists. Once free, Wesley curled up against Spike's side and rested his head on Spike's chest, his fingers tracing the contours of Spike's dick. Spike felt himself harden under Wes's ministrations and hoped to high hell that Angel would consider putting 'unlimited sex with sexy, British boys' into the employee package. It was the least he could do after everything they'd been through.

END

Comments

[sueworld2003.livejournal.com]

"Wesley laughed, "I've got a nice kennel with your name on it then. Now get me out these lights."

Oh I bet he has!!

Excellent, excellent! I just love this pairing and I love this. *g*

[snogged.livejournal.com]

YAY!

I'm thrilled to hear that.