Spangel ficlet: Lover's Spat
Jan. 29th, 2007 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatotherpervomg, ok. so uh. I can't give you a real summary for this, or any real warnings. it's a thing. but I am sticking a big fat angst warning on this sucker. I think I was channeling my own. uh. into something completely unlike my life.
Title: Lover's Spat (1/1...really)
Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
btvslover82)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spangel
Summary: human au. that's all you're getting.
Warnings: angst. ANGST. that's all your getting, though there should be others.
Disclaimer: not mine. witness my empty pockets.
The bedroom door cracked open, letting in a slice of yellow light. It fell across Spike’s chest, but he didn’t flinch away from it…didn’t really even try to pretend sleep, though he was unusually still. His eyes refused to shift towards the large dark silhouette that hesitated warily in the doorway.
“…Spike?”
“Fuck off.”
Angel stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, voice low. “Come on, don’t be that way.”
Spike drew in a deep breath as rage welled up, but he didn’t explode with it, as he normally might. The time for that had passed. Never looked at Angel as he rolled onto his side towards the wall. “Don’t have any right to tell me how to be. Go away. Tired of being your dirty secret.”
Angel hesitated again before moving towards the form sulking under blankets. Spike’s reaction was odd and unexpected. Worrying. “Spike…I’m sorry. I can’t just…. What would people think?”
Spike snorted. “That you’re queer as a two-dollar bill? ‘Magine that.”
Angel’s gut clenched painfully. “You know it’s more complicated than that.”
“Not really. Not for some of us.”
“Yeah, well, easy for you to say. You don’t have anything to lose.” Spike stiffened, and Angel immediately regretted that, because it wasn’t true. “I’m fucking up all over the place. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“’Salright, couldn’t step in it more tonight than you have already. Just leave me alone, Liam.”
Unwilling to leave it at that, Angel sat on the edge of the bed, running a finger over the stubborn curve of Spike’s neck. After a moment he leaned in against his elbow to brush his lips over the back of Spike’s ear with a hot breath, making Spike’s heart pound as he tentatively settled himself against his back, on top of the covers. When he wasn’t immediately rejected, Angel’s arm looped around his waist, snugging the smaller body against his own in a familiar embrace. One large hand stroked soothingly against the soft belly skin.
Spike shuddered and tried to shrug him off, scooting away towards the wall. Angel sighed through his nose and scooted after him.
“Come on, baby, I said I’m sorry.”
Warm, moist lips moved apologetically over the lightly haired flesh below Spike’s hairline. Spike’s breath caught as the hand that had reclaimed his belly slid under the covers to grope him through his boxers. Couldn’t help the small moan and slight thrust towards the hand cupping the outline of his erection.
He’d been hard since he caught the scent of Angel’s good cologne.
Angel breathed a smug near-laugh against his hair, pressing his own cock, hard in his sweats, against the groove of that tight ass. “Knew you couldn’t stay mad for long.”
Spike suddenly drove a sharp elbow back and down into Angel’s vulnerable side, drawing a yelp, but by the time he had rolled over to drive his knee up into Angel’s balls, Angel had recovered from the initial shock and trapped the offending leg between his own thighs, inches short of its target. Feral anger didn’t prevent Angel from rolling and pinning Spike with his larger bulk, wrists held against the mattress. There was a moment more of struggle that only produced friction, before Spike decided that was a bad idea. Angel’s hips settled into the cradle of his legs, sprawling from the struggle.
Angel smiled, pressing a brief kiss to Spike’s lips. He could just make out the features below his in the dark. He leaned back in, mouth softer as it brushed tenderly…seducing. “Time for makeup sex?”
Spike tensed, but didn’t try to shove him away. “I hate you.”
Angel looked at him thoughtfully before dipping his head to kiss the vulnerable throat. “No, you don’t. Isn’t that the problem?”
Spike didn’t even acknowledge that, but his eyes stayed on Angel when he got up and dropped the sweatpants he was wearing, monkey suit long gone. Spike himself had been forced to wear a tie, on his birthday nonetheless. Stupid corporate dinners. He’d been happy to do it at the time though, because he felt sure that Angel was finally going to tell everyone….
Feeling another pang, Spike rolled onto his side towards the wall, unmoving when the mattress dipped and rocked with Angel’s weight, warmth interrupted by covers lifting to let Angel in. A warm, solid body made contact with his back again, Angel’s face nuzzling as his erection prodded the seam of Spike’s boxers. One big hand slipped inside the waistband of the front.
Spike hissed and arched when Angel began stroking him with a rough, rhythmic twist. The writhe of his body into the touch made Spike’s ass rub back into Angel, who moaned and latched his mouth onto one ear. Angel tugged the underwear separating them awkwardly with his other hand, yanking it down below the round ass and further, until Spike could kick them away.
Spike turned his face up towards the ceiling, and Angel felt a wave of relief at the concession as he brushed his mouth against strong cheekbones, the soft hollow of his temple. The side of his mouth. Felt a spark of hope that maybe he hadn’t tossed it all away after all.
Fingers brushed over the small hole and Angel moaned to find it stretched and slick. He swore as he slipped his finger inside, aroused to think of Spike, sitting through that formal dinner, ready for him.
All of Spike’s muscles were pulled tight. Defensive or…maybe regretful. “Thought we’d be celebrating.” There was the slightest waiver in his voice.
Angel’s chest felt tight with panic as he squeezed Spike back against him, face fitting into the hollow of his throat. “I wish things were different, babe, I really…I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but—”
Spike tried to shrug him off, wiry body vibrating with some emotion. “Don’t fuck with me, Liam. Just…fuck me, full stop.”
Angel didn’t have to look in order to locate the condoms and lube, stashed in their usual place. He prepped himself quickly.
Angel remembered the first time he slid into the gripping heat of Spike’s body, just like this. It had been his first time with a man, and he’d felt…forbidden. Like he was doing something very wrong. Overwhelmingly guilty.
And so very hot. It always made him so hot.
Even now, over a year later, Angel couldn’t stop himself from panting against the nape of Spike’s neck, flexing his hips as if he could get any further inside Spike than he was right now. He always wanted…more.
He laid sloppy kisses against Spike’s ear as he drew out and eased back inside. Cupped the side of Spike’s face in one large palm to turn his head until they could connect with a kiss. He needed that. They both did, even if Spike was too angry to admit it right now.
This, right here, was the only thing that made sense in Angel’s life. And it would be ruined, if people knew. The things they’d say….
Their coupling was eager…always. Nothing broken about the sex, that was for sure. Eventually they broke the kiss so they could breathe, fast and ragged and together as Angel pulsed into Spike again and again. When Angel hitched the Spike’s top leg up to change the angle, Spike let out a muffled cry, fingernails digging into the thick muscle of Angel’s shoulder.
Angel wrapped a quickly-tugging fist around Spike’s cock, recognizing the signs of imminent orgasm. Spike tensed and came—body going lax as Angel’s grew desperate. Sharp, nipping love-bites were laid along his neck and shoulders as Angel pounded out his release, hand kneading the skin of Spike’s stomach as he convulsed.
They didn’t move apart as they both came down, even though they were slick with sweat and overheated. Spike shoved the covers off. Angel pulled him back against his chest, snuggling in. They enjoyed the peace as their heart rates slowed and their breathing went shallow.
Angel could fall asleep just like this…hips pressed flush against Spike’s so his soft cock could remain inside.
Spike took a deep breath, chest expanding and falling under the weight of Angel’s arm.
“I’m moving out.”
Angel jerked as if he’d been hit, but neither of them moved, tense now in the embrace. “What?”
“C’mon, Angel, what did you expect. Kept quiet this long, but I thought…I thought things would finally change tonight. Then you went and did what you did—”
“I need you. That hasn’t changed.”
Spike shoved Angel’s arm away from him and rolled away, sitting up. Tired…more tired than could be explained away by the late hour.
“You need me.” The words came slowly, as if he were trying them out. They didn’t feel good, like they should have. “So is that why you proposed to my mum?”
“Spike….”
“No. No, Angel, don’t pretend like you have a defense. You proposed to my mum on my eighteenth birthday. In public, where I was forced to pretend I was thrilled for you. I thought…I was so stupid, I thought this meant we could finally be together.”
Angel had the good graces—or the ill ones—not to argue. Wasn’t really anything to say, was there? Maybe he had been trying to end it.
But it hurt so much.
“That’s it, we’re done. Your secret’s safe.” When Angel didn’t move, Spike felt a bubble of anger burst. “Get. Out.”
Spike didn’t look as Angel got up, pulled on his sweats. To his credit, he hesitated by the door, as if he had something to say. Something that would change things. But he never was much of a talker, Liam, so in the end he did what he did best: he turned and walked away.
The click of the door as he snuck back to the master bedroom had never been so loud.
A/N: I know. sorry. I've been rereading the old![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sickchicks stepcest fics the last month or so (felisblanco's Just Watching, evilmaniclaugh's Alone Again Or..., and hellsbells' Untouchable), and this bunny bit me on the ass and wouldn't let go. *rubs the teeth prints*
I have no idea why it is that the last couple posts (which were not posted in order they were written, btw) have been so... well it's like Spike is my love-puppet of angst and Angel is my straw man, or something. *snuggles them apologetically*
ETA: I forgot to include in the original post, thanks todenied_heaven and nyghtpet for letting me test out the twist and how it worked on them before I posted. *pets their brains*
Title: Lover's Spat (1/1...really)
Author: Mel (
btvslover82)Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spangel
Summary: human au. that's all you're getting.
Warnings: angst. ANGST. that's all your getting, though there should be others.
Disclaimer: not mine. witness my empty pockets.
The bedroom door cracked open, letting in a slice of yellow light. It fell across Spike’s chest, but he didn’t flinch away from it…didn’t really even try to pretend sleep, though he was unusually still. His eyes refused to shift towards the large dark silhouette that hesitated warily in the doorway.
“…Spike?”
“Fuck off.”
Angel stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, voice low. “Come on, don’t be that way.”
Spike drew in a deep breath as rage welled up, but he didn’t explode with it, as he normally might. The time for that had passed. Never looked at Angel as he rolled onto his side towards the wall. “Don’t have any right to tell me how to be. Go away. Tired of being your dirty secret.”
Angel hesitated again before moving towards the form sulking under blankets. Spike’s reaction was odd and unexpected. Worrying. “Spike…I’m sorry. I can’t just…. What would people think?”
Spike snorted. “That you’re queer as a two-dollar bill? ‘Magine that.”
Angel’s gut clenched painfully. “You know it’s more complicated than that.”
“Not really. Not for some of us.”
“Yeah, well, easy for you to say. You don’t have anything to lose.” Spike stiffened, and Angel immediately regretted that, because it wasn’t true. “I’m fucking up all over the place. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“’Salright, couldn’t step in it more tonight than you have already. Just leave me alone, Liam.”
Unwilling to leave it at that, Angel sat on the edge of the bed, running a finger over the stubborn curve of Spike’s neck. After a moment he leaned in against his elbow to brush his lips over the back of Spike’s ear with a hot breath, making Spike’s heart pound as he tentatively settled himself against his back, on top of the covers. When he wasn’t immediately rejected, Angel’s arm looped around his waist, snugging the smaller body against his own in a familiar embrace. One large hand stroked soothingly against the soft belly skin.
Spike shuddered and tried to shrug him off, scooting away towards the wall. Angel sighed through his nose and scooted after him.
“Come on, baby, I said I’m sorry.”
Warm, moist lips moved apologetically over the lightly haired flesh below Spike’s hairline. Spike’s breath caught as the hand that had reclaimed his belly slid under the covers to grope him through his boxers. Couldn’t help the small moan and slight thrust towards the hand cupping the outline of his erection.
He’d been hard since he caught the scent of Angel’s good cologne.
Angel breathed a smug near-laugh against his hair, pressing his own cock, hard in his sweats, against the groove of that tight ass. “Knew you couldn’t stay mad for long.”
Spike suddenly drove a sharp elbow back and down into Angel’s vulnerable side, drawing a yelp, but by the time he had rolled over to drive his knee up into Angel’s balls, Angel had recovered from the initial shock and trapped the offending leg between his own thighs, inches short of its target. Feral anger didn’t prevent Angel from rolling and pinning Spike with his larger bulk, wrists held against the mattress. There was a moment more of struggle that only produced friction, before Spike decided that was a bad idea. Angel’s hips settled into the cradle of his legs, sprawling from the struggle.
Angel smiled, pressing a brief kiss to Spike’s lips. He could just make out the features below his in the dark. He leaned back in, mouth softer as it brushed tenderly…seducing. “Time for makeup sex?”
Spike tensed, but didn’t try to shove him away. “I hate you.”
Angel looked at him thoughtfully before dipping his head to kiss the vulnerable throat. “No, you don’t. Isn’t that the problem?”
Spike didn’t even acknowledge that, but his eyes stayed on Angel when he got up and dropped the sweatpants he was wearing, monkey suit long gone. Spike himself had been forced to wear a tie, on his birthday nonetheless. Stupid corporate dinners. He’d been happy to do it at the time though, because he felt sure that Angel was finally going to tell everyone….
Feeling another pang, Spike rolled onto his side towards the wall, unmoving when the mattress dipped and rocked with Angel’s weight, warmth interrupted by covers lifting to let Angel in. A warm, solid body made contact with his back again, Angel’s face nuzzling as his erection prodded the seam of Spike’s boxers. One big hand slipped inside the waistband of the front.
Spike hissed and arched when Angel began stroking him with a rough, rhythmic twist. The writhe of his body into the touch made Spike’s ass rub back into Angel, who moaned and latched his mouth onto one ear. Angel tugged the underwear separating them awkwardly with his other hand, yanking it down below the round ass and further, until Spike could kick them away.
Spike turned his face up towards the ceiling, and Angel felt a wave of relief at the concession as he brushed his mouth against strong cheekbones, the soft hollow of his temple. The side of his mouth. Felt a spark of hope that maybe he hadn’t tossed it all away after all.
Fingers brushed over the small hole and Angel moaned to find it stretched and slick. He swore as he slipped his finger inside, aroused to think of Spike, sitting through that formal dinner, ready for him.
All of Spike’s muscles were pulled tight. Defensive or…maybe regretful. “Thought we’d be celebrating.” There was the slightest waiver in his voice.
Angel’s chest felt tight with panic as he squeezed Spike back against him, face fitting into the hollow of his throat. “I wish things were different, babe, I really…I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but—”
Spike tried to shrug him off, wiry body vibrating with some emotion. “Don’t fuck with me, Liam. Just…fuck me, full stop.”
Angel didn’t have to look in order to locate the condoms and lube, stashed in their usual place. He prepped himself quickly.
Angel remembered the first time he slid into the gripping heat of Spike’s body, just like this. It had been his first time with a man, and he’d felt…forbidden. Like he was doing something very wrong. Overwhelmingly guilty.
And so very hot. It always made him so hot.
Even now, over a year later, Angel couldn’t stop himself from panting against the nape of Spike’s neck, flexing his hips as if he could get any further inside Spike than he was right now. He always wanted…more.
He laid sloppy kisses against Spike’s ear as he drew out and eased back inside. Cupped the side of Spike’s face in one large palm to turn his head until they could connect with a kiss. He needed that. They both did, even if Spike was too angry to admit it right now.
This, right here, was the only thing that made sense in Angel’s life. And it would be ruined, if people knew. The things they’d say….
Their coupling was eager…always. Nothing broken about the sex, that was for sure. Eventually they broke the kiss so they could breathe, fast and ragged and together as Angel pulsed into Spike again and again. When Angel hitched the Spike’s top leg up to change the angle, Spike let out a muffled cry, fingernails digging into the thick muscle of Angel’s shoulder.
Angel wrapped a quickly-tugging fist around Spike’s cock, recognizing the signs of imminent orgasm. Spike tensed and came—body going lax as Angel’s grew desperate. Sharp, nipping love-bites were laid along his neck and shoulders as Angel pounded out his release, hand kneading the skin of Spike’s stomach as he convulsed.
They didn’t move apart as they both came down, even though they were slick with sweat and overheated. Spike shoved the covers off. Angel pulled him back against his chest, snuggling in. They enjoyed the peace as their heart rates slowed and their breathing went shallow.
Angel could fall asleep just like this…hips pressed flush against Spike’s so his soft cock could remain inside.
Spike took a deep breath, chest expanding and falling under the weight of Angel’s arm.
“I’m moving out.”
Angel jerked as if he’d been hit, but neither of them moved, tense now in the embrace. “What?”
“C’mon, Angel, what did you expect. Kept quiet this long, but I thought…I thought things would finally change tonight. Then you went and did what you did—”
“I need you. That hasn’t changed.”
Spike shoved Angel’s arm away from him and rolled away, sitting up. Tired…more tired than could be explained away by the late hour.
“You need me.” The words came slowly, as if he were trying them out. They didn’t feel good, like they should have. “So is that why you proposed to my mum?”
“Spike….”
“No. No, Angel, don’t pretend like you have a defense. You proposed to my mum on my eighteenth birthday. In public, where I was forced to pretend I was thrilled for you. I thought…I was so stupid, I thought this meant we could finally be together.”
Angel had the good graces—or the ill ones—not to argue. Wasn’t really anything to say, was there? Maybe he had been trying to end it.
But it hurt so much.
“That’s it, we’re done. Your secret’s safe.” When Angel didn’t move, Spike felt a bubble of anger burst. “Get. Out.”
Spike didn’t look as Angel got up, pulled on his sweats. To his credit, he hesitated by the door, as if he had something to say. Something that would change things. But he never was much of a talker, Liam, so in the end he did what he did best: he turned and walked away.
The click of the door as he snuck back to the master bedroom had never been so loud.
A/N: I know. sorry. I've been rereading the old
sickchicks stepcest fics the last month or so (felisblanco's Just Watching, evilmaniclaugh's Alone Again Or..., and hellsbells' Untouchable), and this bunny bit me on the ass and wouldn't let go. *rubs the teeth prints*I have no idea why it is that the last couple posts (which were not posted in order they were written, btw) have been so... well it's like Spike is my love-puppet of angst and Angel is my straw man, or something. *snuggles them apologetically*
ETA: I forgot to include in the original post, thanks to
denied_heaven and nyghtpet for letting me test out the twist and how it worked on them before I posted. *pets their brains*
