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spring_spangel Ficlet: Cop!Kink For Champions (Spike/Angel) FRA
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snoggedTitle: Cop!Kink For Champions (or what Spike did after he kicked Angel’s ass in “Destiny”)
Author: snogged
Parings: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warnings: male/male, cop!kink (includes role-play and handcuffs), language, themes of Domination/submission, hand jobs, denied orgasm, and implied sexual intercourse
Word Count: 509
Feedback: Yes, please. It's my addiction
A/N: Forspring_spangel. Dedicated to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ash_carpenter and dischargie who encourage my perviness
"Up against the wall, mate. Put your hands where I can see 'em!"
"I'm not sure what I did wrong, Officer," Angel's voice was silky sweet, but laced with a hint of danger.
"You know exactly what you did wrong. Now, hands on the wall and spread those shapely, muscled legs."
"And what happens if I don't?"
One of Spike's hands encircled Angel's throat and the other pressed against his back, roughly pushing him against the wall. Angel grunted as his jaw bone made contact with the concrete.
"That answer your question?" Spike hissed, nipping at Angel's ear with blunt teeth.
Angel pressed his hands against the wall and sighed heavily. He still couldn't believe that he let Spike talk him into this. Apparently, this was Spike's idea of winning the fake challenge for champions. The Mountain Dew must not have quenched his thirst.
“I told you to spread your legs, boy,” Spike repeated, shoving his boot between Angel’s calves and pushing them apart. Angel widened his stance and thrust his ass out for added effect.
Spike chuckled softly at Angel's current predicament and moved his hands across Angel's broad chest, frisking him for "weapons" or other possible contraband. His hands moved up to Angel’s shoulders and down his arms. Then, he crouched down and groped Angel’s legs.
Finally, the blond vampire reached around Angel’s waist to grab his package, feeling the bulging member pushing against the fabric of Angel's dark jeans.
"Carrying a dangerous weapon is a criminal offense, sir. Under federal law, I'm allowed to take that off your person."
Angel grinned, lust filling his eyes as he stared at the wall. "Am I a bad boy, officer? Are you gonna punish me?"
Spike's breath hitched as he unzipped Angel's pants, pleased to discover that the vampire still went commando after all these years. He pressed his pelvis tightly against Angel's ass and slowly starting jacking off his sire.
Angel groaned and pressed his forehead against the wall, falling into the sensations of Spike's ministrations. He felt his pelvic muscles contract and he knew he was close to the edge. He licked his lips in eager anticipation of an upcoming explosion but it never came.
With lightning speed, Spike had stopped stroking him and he felt his arms get pulled taut behind him, hearing the click of handcuffs and feeling the steel dig into his flesh.
“Fuck!” Angel cursed. “Make me cum, dammit.”
Spike smirked, amused by his sire’s misfortune. “Not so fast, Captain Forehead. Now, that I’ve got you cocked and loaded, I’m gonna have my fun for awhile. How ‘bout you crawl up on that bed and I make your head spin?”
Angel grunted and moved over to the bed. He considered kicking Spike in the balls on the way but he decided to let his curiosity take over. Knowing Spike and his cocky attitude, Angel was in for a nice, long treat. But if Spike didn’t let him cum within the next half hour, there was going to be hell to pay come morning.
Author: snogged
Parings: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warnings: male/male, cop!kink (includes role-play and handcuffs), language, themes of Domination/submission, hand jobs, denied orgasm, and implied sexual intercourse
Word Count: 509
Feedback: Yes, please. It's my addiction
A/N: For
spring_spangel. Dedicated to ash_carpenter and dischargie who encourage my perviness"Up against the wall, mate. Put your hands where I can see 'em!"
"I'm not sure what I did wrong, Officer," Angel's voice was silky sweet, but laced with a hint of danger.
"You know exactly what you did wrong. Now, hands on the wall and spread those shapely, muscled legs."
"And what happens if I don't?"
One of Spike's hands encircled Angel's throat and the other pressed against his back, roughly pushing him against the wall. Angel grunted as his jaw bone made contact with the concrete.
"That answer your question?" Spike hissed, nipping at Angel's ear with blunt teeth.
Angel pressed his hands against the wall and sighed heavily. He still couldn't believe that he let Spike talk him into this. Apparently, this was Spike's idea of winning the fake challenge for champions. The Mountain Dew must not have quenched his thirst.
“I told you to spread your legs, boy,” Spike repeated, shoving his boot between Angel’s calves and pushing them apart. Angel widened his stance and thrust his ass out for added effect.
Spike chuckled softly at Angel's current predicament and moved his hands across Angel's broad chest, frisking him for "weapons" or other possible contraband. His hands moved up to Angel’s shoulders and down his arms. Then, he crouched down and groped Angel’s legs.
Finally, the blond vampire reached around Angel’s waist to grab his package, feeling the bulging member pushing against the fabric of Angel's dark jeans.
"Carrying a dangerous weapon is a criminal offense, sir. Under federal law, I'm allowed to take that off your person."
Angel grinned, lust filling his eyes as he stared at the wall. "Am I a bad boy, officer? Are you gonna punish me?"
Spike's breath hitched as he unzipped Angel's pants, pleased to discover that the vampire still went commando after all these years. He pressed his pelvis tightly against Angel's ass and slowly starting jacking off his sire.
Angel groaned and pressed his forehead against the wall, falling into the sensations of Spike's ministrations. He felt his pelvic muscles contract and he knew he was close to the edge. He licked his lips in eager anticipation of an upcoming explosion but it never came.
With lightning speed, Spike had stopped stroking him and he felt his arms get pulled taut behind him, hearing the click of handcuffs and feeling the steel dig into his flesh.
“Fuck!” Angel cursed. “Make me cum, dammit.”
Spike smirked, amused by his sire’s misfortune. “Not so fast, Captain Forehead. Now, that I’ve got you cocked and loaded, I’m gonna have my fun for awhile. How ‘bout you crawl up on that bed and I make your head spin?”
Angel grunted and moved over to the bed. He considered kicking Spike in the balls on the way but he decided to let his curiosity take over. Knowing Spike and his cocky attitude, Angel was in for a nice, long treat. But if Spike didn’t let him cum within the next half hour, there was going to be hell to pay come morning.