thatotherperv | I Burn--the obsession and love of a pyromaniac (Chapter 4)

I appreciate everyone being so patient for the update of this fic. I'm experiencing some writer's block at the moment, so...your continued patience would also be appreciated. *g*

good news is that this chapter is very porny. ya know, for those of you that like that sort of thing.

there are things I could say about my characterization in these early chapters...but in the end I won't, because I was taught to let the writing stand alone. so I guess I'm just asking you to trust me for the long run.

Title: I Burn
Author: Mel (

thatotherperv)
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: human AU. Spike is a pyromaniac, stalking a fire investigator named Angel. An improbable love story (to say the least).
Warnings: Angst, obviously, from the setup. D/s but not of the usual variety. It’s more…emotional D/s than lifestyle or kink (though there is *some* kink, there’s nothing extreme). Hard to explain, but you’ll see. characterization probably not to everyone's taste, but it all works out in the long run.
infinite thanks to

kitty_poker1 for being my second pair of eyes, giving me advice on plot, characterization, and the occasional spelling error. *squishes her*

Note: I accept concrit. but if you have something to discuss with me in need of improvement or clarification, you should bring that concern to me in this post or in email at thatotherperv@livejournal.com. it just makes my life easier to have it in one place.

“You breathe…I burn.”
—Toadies

Previous chapters here

Chapter 4

It was a long drive back to Angel’s place—too long, if you asked him. They left Will’s bike at the bar, and half a dozen times as they sped down Westheimer, Angel contemplated pulling over so Will could suck him off. Every damn time the other man shifted restlessly or licked his lips.

But then Angel imagined sinking balls-deep into that slim, mewling body and a blowjob seemed like a consolation prize. The gas pedal hit the floor.

When they finally hit a red light, Angel fisted a hand in Will’s hair and took him in a hard kiss, only letting go when an angry horn blared over his inattention to the road. Will’s hand was squeezing his own erection through his jeans—short of breath, eyes heavy—and the people behind them could fuck off and use one of the other four lanes. You could land a 747 on this road.

Angel caught Will’s wrist and pulled it away from his crotch. He replaced it with his own, palm grinding down on the restrained cock as his fingers spanned down to rub over Will’s balls.

“No touching. This is mine to play with.” He reviewed his words. “For tonight.”

The reassurance was obviously unnecessary. Will’s eyes rolled back at the proprietary order, a tight shudder rolling through his body before Angel lifted his chin towards him with a light touch. When those blue eyes slitted open, they were more black than blue, pupils so blown with lust. Fuck. Angel pressed a firm quick kiss to his mouth and reluctantly withdrew his groping hand.

They sat in tense silence until the green light cycled back around. Will’s hands were kneading his own thighs restlessly, and Angel couldn’t put that shudder out of mind. His heart was pounding.

Angel had learned, over the years, to bury his more demanding impulses in the bedroom. Most times, he made his partners uncomfortable by doing what came naturally. And the ones who welcomed that kind of attention…they wanted things he wasn’t willing to give. He didn’t like who he became when he gave in to…that.

He’d never found a like-minded partner, with the ironic exception of his high school girlfriend. He suspected Darla’s unexpected enthusiasm for being dominated was the reason he’d usually been able to get it up for her—for a woman.

But Darla wasn’t most people. He understood that. He got it and he didn’t blame them. He was a big guy, by any standard, and he could be…intense…and though he’d never really hurt anyone—these men hadn’t known him well enough to take his word on it.

He’d learned to keep that side of himself on a tight leash, so no one got intimidated. To not push anyone farther than they wanted to go.

But this guy—Will—wasn’t intimidated. Was the opposite of intimidated. When Angel recalled the look on his face at being ordered into the men’s room…that lust…his fingers tightened on the steering wheel and he drew a shaky breath.

His parking job was crooked. He didn’t give a fuck. They didn’t say anything to one another as they took the stairs up to his apartment, or as he unlocked the door, or stepped inside.

The polite thing would be for Angel to give Will the ‘tour,’ pour drinks, and talk first instead of jumping him like a horny teenager. That wasn’t even an option at this point.

Angel led him right back to the bedroom. Sat on the edge of his bed. And waited for Will to either back out or join him.

Despite his earlier eagerness, Will hovered uncertainly in the doorway for a moment, studying Angel’s carefully neutral expression. Angel was a little concerned at the nervous cadence of the other man’s breath as he stepped farther into the room. When Will’s hands moved hesitantly to the hem of his shirt, Angel saw that they were trembling just slightly.

Regardless of whatever he was thinking, Will swept the shirt over his head and moved closer until he was standing within arms’ reach.

Angel kept his hands firm and gentle when he took hold of the slim waist and reeled him between his legs, thumbs stroking reassurance over the nervously ticking muscles of Will’s abdomen. His eyes remained on the expressive face as he leaned in to trace those muscles with the tip of his tongue, exhaling hotly when Will’s breath hitched. His hands gripping possessively as his teeth closed over one pert nipple and blue eyes rolled closed with a moan.

“You…before…you have a thing for….”

Angel smirked at the incoherent words. He teased the tip of his tongue over the red, abused nub. “Mmm. You’re pretty. And you taste good,” he explained.

Suddenly his hands were empty as Will dropped to his knees, bending to mouth over the denim concealing his erection, wet and hot and eager. Angel gasped and leaned back to let him, body heating as he watched Will worship his cock. There was no other word for it—pale eyelids were drifted closed reverently, lips and tongue gentle and deliberate in the way that they traced him, hands gently kneading his hips.

It made him shudder tightly with lust…gave him a preview of how fantastic a blowjob he could expect. Particularly the hunger in Will’s eyes when Angel reached down to pop the button on his own fly.

They’d be exploring that option soon. But not now.

“Come here. Lose the pants first.” The tone was only quietly commanding, but Will was quick to follow, shedding jeans—no underwear—as Angel shoved down his own pants and boxers. When Will knelt on the bed, Angel pulled him down on top of him. Took him in a biting kiss and moaned at the way the slighter body writhed against his own, skin to skin. He wanted so badly to fuck him.

“Oh God….” Will gasped when Angel palmed his tight cheeks and ground his cock against his own, controlling the pleasurable gyration of sensitive flesh. His mouth gaped dumbly until Angel pushed inside it, the thick muscle of his tongue working at the rhythm of their hips. Will’s hands slid into his hair, gripping desperately as Angel played with him.

Angel rolled them, bracing against the bed to give leverage to the thrust of his hips, and immediately Will’s own began to roll up against him, breathing harsh and hands greedy.

When Angel pinned his wrists with one hand, Will stiffened and whimpered.

Angel licked the soft skin under the hinge of his jaw. “Is this good?” His voice was gravelly and Will’s body strained upwards towards it.

A sturdy rib cage was moving quickly under his own. “Fuck. Yeah….”

The husky voice was strangled. He tightened his grip and pressed him into the mattress. Rough teeth scraped over a tempting earlobe and Will cried out again, wavering. Angel moaned, biting back hard on his own self-control.

“I have cuffs.”

The desperate moan that Angel got for that was enough of a reply. He reached into the bedside drawer for them, and when he looked back, Will was watching him with a sharp, edgy awareness. They hardly breathed as Angel cuffed him, anchoring him to the headboard.

Blue eyes rolled back in that pretty face. Will bit his lip, hips surging forward into Angel’s as he strained against the cuffs.

It was safe to say he’d found a kink. Suddenly his balls felt full to bursting.

“I’m afraid this is gonna have to be short on the foreplay.”

Will’s eyes slid open and he shook his head, swallowed. “Don’t care. Fuck me.”

There was lube and fingers and a condom, but all the practicalities blurred in comparison to Will, bucking and rocking and rattling against the headboard like a wild thing. Angel hardly even paused at his first hard thrust into a passage so tight it was clear no one had been there for some time…just a hurried ‘Alright?’ and the relief at a nod and a moan that meant he didn’t have to wait. Because he couldn’t.

He knelt on the mattress, legs braced wide, and fucked those captive hips onto his cock so hard and fast the bed rattled, greedy for the keening and the clenching heat and the ecstatic arch of the whipcord body. There would be finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. He rocked his hips up fast, the freight train of all orgasms bearing down on him, feeling guilty knowing that he’d have to make it up to Will later, because this was happening right now.

But then Will’s body jackknifed, thighs squeezing down on Angel, and he’d never seen anyone come like this in real life. Maybe in porn. Projectile, lots of it—and when some arced far enough to land on his own lips, and Will went lax and sated despite the continued jarring of his body into Angel’s…and then his tongue slid out to lick the drop away….

An uncharacteristic shout was torn from Angel’s chest as he came.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn’t at all how Angel had imagined fucking his new boyfriend, but as those things went…he couldn’t complain. Literally. He barely had the presence of mind to stumble to the bathroom to flush the condom and get a wet towel, and when he crawled back into the bed, he realized he hadn’t uncuffed Will yet.

But he kind of liked him that way, and Will’s eyes were closed anyway, so he pleaded ignorance a little while longer. Took his time gently wiping the other man clean, running the warm cloth over a pale belly and now-flaccid cock with care, acknowledging to himself that sheets would have to be washed…later. Much later. Will flinched a bit as he slid the washcloth between his cheeks, which made Angel question just how rough he’d been.

Then he noticed the expression on Will’s face. He looked…upset.

Angel tossed the damp rag in the general direction of the bathroom tile and unlocked the cuffs. When he lay down next to Will, it was at a distance, in case….

He turned Will’s face towards him with a light hand, waiting for blue eyes to slide open. “What’s wrong?”

He was a little horrified when the slightest sheen of dampness welled up.

“Was I…too rough? Please tell me if I hurt you. Sometimes…I….”

“No. No, you didn’t, luv, not in a bad way. I’m just…don’t mind me.”

Angel felt uneasy with the answer. “Tell me. Now.”

He relaxed when Will gave him an exasperated look. “Bossy git, aren’t you?”

“You didn’t seem to mind. At least, I thought…. But now I’m not so sure, so tell me what’s wrong.”

Will’s eyes averted. “Just not used to being touched that way, am I.”

Angel felt the hard knot in his chest. “I’ll be more gentle next time. You can—”

“Wasn’t talking about the shag, luv. And for Christ’s sake, let’s not swear off a repeat of that. Never been cored that proper. I was talking about after. It was…. Never had that.”

“Oh.” He studied the other man, who was clearly embarrassed, for a while longer. Felt a twist in his gut that no one had ever bothered to be gentle. He leaned up on one elbow to lay a quiet kiss against Will’s mouth, then eased himself back onto his stomach. “I’ll have to do lots more of both, then.”

The chest under his arm hitched momentarily. “…That would be good.”

He fell asleep half on top of Will, faces turned close together, one hand loosely cupping his face.

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