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| Twist by solvent90 An LJ Comment Porn Battle Fic Spike had this spot at the back of his neck. The first time Angel had noticed it had mostly been by accident. They'd been fucking in the dark, hard and frantic and fierce, the third time or the fifth time or something like that, Spike struggling and swearing and twisting up for more under him, come on, you fucking, fucking, yeah, just like always, when Angel had scraped him there with blunt human teeth, and Spike had gone suddenly strange and pliant under him, on a long shuddering breath, head dropping forward. Angel hadn't had time to do more than notice it because he'd been coming right then, Spike following just after, but he thought about it later. Spike...pliant. The thought was weirdly appealing, in a way that tasted too much of Angelus to be comfortable, but it kept coming back. And a couple of weeks later, when they were tracking wearily home after taking out an ugly local nest of Hathor demons and Spike just wouldn't stop bitching about the gunk on his shirt, like Angel didn't have it all over his shoes, he put out his hand to shut him up and found that spot again almost by mistake, pressed down. "Shut up, Spike," he said, lower than he meant to, watching Spike's eyes grow wide and bewildered, half-scared, and Spike shuddered once, all over, before he shook Angel's hand off jerkily and told him to fuck off. He didn't say a word all the rest of the way home, tension ratcheting in his shoulders, and when they were back in the dim-lit narrow hall of their dingy apartment, and Angel touched him there again, pushed, scraped a little with his nails, he slid clumsily to his knees right there and blew Angel against the wall. Different from all the times they'd done that before, with Spike staring wickedly up at him and teasing lazily with a swirling tongue; this time, he looked lost, eyelashes lowered, shivering, his mouth sliding sweetly open for Angel's cock, hands trembling on Angel's hips. William, on his knees as Angelus had never bothered to have him. "Spike, fuck, Will," Angel said, breathless, and Spike moaned around him, hips jerking, took more and moaned again, and even after Angel came, he stayed there on his knees for a minute, two, head turned against Angel's thigh, and breathing hard. "Spike," Angel said after a while, and Spike scrambled hurriedly back to his feet. He was still shaking a little, wiping at his mouth and not looking at Angel. He looked flushed and wary and furious, ten seconds away from throwing punches, but when Angel's fingers slid carefully into his hair and drew him in, he leaned in for the kiss, pressed hungrily up against Angel's body like he'd been starved for it. -End Feedback |