|finvampire (finvampire) wrote in mmmmm_angel,|
@ 2008-07-08 22:52:00
Fic: Temptation of innocence - The streetwalker diaries - Book 1
Hey, darlings :) This was written for 'Angel's bunnies' challenge, over at 'strip_off_angel' community at LJ
Heading: ‘Temptation of innocence’ – Streetwalker Diaries/Book 1
Beta:Ash.C. aka ash_carpenter (in LJ)
Pairing: Shy!Angel/ Whore!Spike
Other characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Anya
Genre: Romance, angst, SLASH,human AU
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Angel or Spike. Credit goes to Joss Whedon and Co.
Summary: Spike (22) is a streetwalker who’s got hots for the cute AND shy college guy,
Word Count: 2 575
Warnings: Mushy, SLASH, M/M sex,
Feedback: pretty please *flutters eyelashes*
A/N: This is for 'angelstoy'
I think I’m actually going to turn this one into a verse! This is told in a form of a story, so it’s not going to be like a diary thing, despite the name ;)
Anyway, I’m dedicating this whole story to angelstoy.
'angelstoy' requested the following:
Pairing: Shy!Angel/ Whore!Spike
Summary: Spike's a streetwalker, he sees Angel one night going into a bookstore(across the street from where he's doing his business) and just HAS to have him - it's the first time he's ever WANTED to have sex and not just as a job to pay the bills!!!! So he concocts this elaborate scheme (using all his tricks) to seduce and bed him (which he does and it works) if it's at all possible, I'd like a mushy ending!!
‘Temptation of innocence’
" We are all fallen creatures and all very hard to live with"
Sun blazed down from a cloudless sky, making the air stand thick and still. The dust on the streets rose up in whirls, stirred by occasional puffs of wind. It was a hot summer day, too hot to be standing around at the street corner, but Spike had no choice; he had to make a living and this was the only way he knew how. He was clad in blue, ripped jeans and a black fitted t-shirt – on top of everything, he wore his beloved leather duster. Usually he didn’t take the duster off unless it was absolutely necessary, but this was the kind of day to just ignore the whisper of vanity in his ear and make things more comfortable for himself, so he shrugged it off, throwing it over his arm. This had been a quiet day, not a single customer yet; though the weather was hot enough to fry eggs on the asphalt, so he thought it was only natural for people to be little non-inspired.
After a few more hours, he finally gave up and headed towards the bar; it stood a couple of streets away from the place he worked. Spike decided to wait until evening, when it was cooler and people actually had the energy to have sex. He’d been a prostitute for about five years now; he’d been forced to leave home at the age of 15, when his new ‘stepfather’ demanded his mum choose between them, and of course she’d chosen him. Figures…as if she’d ever chosen his sorry ass over anything; she used to sell his ass for a couple of hundred dollars and a pack of cigarettes. But that was in the past, no use musing over it anymore.
Spike stepped into the reeking bar, the smoke stinging his eyes enough to make them water. This scruffy old building was the only place he could go to, between jobs, and Spike was thankful he had a friend like Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
The taller one of the guys was pressing his face against the hard floor and holding his hands behind his back in a firm grip. It hurt and Angel cried out in pain; the toilet floor smelled like piss and his shirt was wet from something he didn’t want to think about. He’d been stupid enough to go and take a piss between classes. He should have known better; these guys had tormented him from the first day he set foot on the school ground.
Angel was from a rich family; his father owned a law firm called ‘Wolfram & Hart’ and his mom was a succesful surgeon. You’d think he wouldn’t have to suffer in shithole like this, but yeah, he’d practically begged his parents for it; they would have paid for a personal tutor, but no, he had to be a stubborn ass and demand to be treated like every ‘normal’ teenager. Which he wasn’t, obviously.
Finally they grew tired of beating him for the day and strolled off, leaving Angel lying on the floor. He was shielding his head with his arms and drew his legs against his chest. He didn’t get up for a long time: his sides hurt from a kicking he’d received. His class had started twenty minutes ago.
Spike gulped down the last drops of his beer and stood up. He had to get back to work. He walked over to Wes, who was behind the bar, and leaned on the counter with a smirk on his face.
“Looks like it’s going to be a busy night, eh?” he chuckled, and pointed towards the group of men who were harassing some college twink, poor guy. Spike couldn’t see him properly as one of the ugly motherfuckers was covering his view. Spike recognized some of the guys; they were his regulars, kinky bastards.
“Damn it!” Wesley gritted his teeth and circled the bar counter, heading towards the lot. The guy had balls, Spike had to admit – those gits were huge. Wesley was known for his fierce temper and he might have looked like a ponce but he could seriously fight, Spike knew from experience, which he didn’t care to remind himself of. He’d love to stay and see what would happen, but he had to work. Spike stepped out from the bar, Wesley’s voice ringing in his ears as he was about to kick those guys out. Spike just chuckled to himself and headed towards his corner of the street.
Spike had been right: when the evening came, it was out with the scum. Streets were suddenly swarming with prostitutes, pimps and drugdealers. Soon there were customers enough for each finger and toe, but Spike tried to choose carefully this time; he’d been beaten pretty badly the last time he’d chosen this psycho, who got off on hurting him. Bloody ’ell, the guy had come from the sound of his screaming when he’d raped him with a broken bottle – it had put him in the hospital for a week.
It was pretty dark already when Spike was about to give up for the night and head home, but he was stopped by a tall, dark figure standing on the other side of the street. It seemed he was going into the bookstore, which was odd as the store was already closed for the day. He was about to go and stop him from breaking and entering when he was saw that the guy actually had a key. That was weird…he couldn’t recall Anya ever mentioning a partner, which made Spike wonder if the key was stolen. Anya had been the only one to take him under her wing when no-one else could care less. Spike loved her and would do anything to protect the girl. Anya had a golden heart; Spike had been a pain in the rear at the beginning, angry with the world, and she’d just endured it all quietly.
The guy slipped in quietly, leaving the door open. Spike strolled across the street, following the tall figure inside the store; he couldn’t just stand there if it was a burglar after all.
“Who’s there?” Angel called out nervously. He’d heard a noise coming from the door…he should have closed it, dammit!
“I know you’re here, so just come out, please?” he tried again, heart pounding fast. He felt the hammering beat all the way through his ribs and tried not to panic; he’d always been a coward…he never fought back, didn’t know how.
Slowly, something started to move towards the beam of light coming from the flashlight Angel was holding; he hadn’t had the chance to turn on the power yet. Finally, the light revealed a blonde guy walking towards him, an exceptionally hot guy. ‘He must be a friend of Anya’s, or perhaps a boyfriend?’ Angel frowned and observed his moves carefully; he had to be ready to run if this guy showed any hostile behaviour. He’d already been beaten once that day – the evidence was still very much visible on his face: one black eye and a split lip.
The guy just stood there for a while, smirking. He had the prettiest blue eyes Angel had ever seen, and his body? The thought made him blush visibly and he lowered his head, not wanting the blonde to notice.
“So...what’s your name, pet? And what are you doing here? You a friend of Anya’s?” Spike interrogated him, chuckling when the younger man let out a shaky breath, eyes as wide as saucers.
“I’m.....I’m the new assistant...s-she asked me to get some papers for her,” Angel stammered.
Spike grinned evilly; the boy was cute and had a body which should’ve been illegal on such a young person. He was shocked to realise that he was actually hard from just listening the grumble of that low voice; it made him think dark chocolate, silky and melting on his tongue. He would be ready for something equally silky on his tongue right now – Spike was almost sure the boys balls would feel like silk, and he wanted a taste.
Spike didn’t take too much time deciding – he just had to have the boy. It had been long time since he’d actually wanted sex for pleasure; it was usually just a job for him and he didn’t get off on it. But this boy? If he’d been any more horny right now, he would’ve exploded. The boy moved gracefully, like a big cat, his shirt stretching over his muscled torso and revealing his nipples. Spike’s mouth watered just from the sight; he wanted to lick and suck on those nipples, he wanted to hear the boy whimper and moan his name. Spike hadn’t fucked anyone for a long time, customers usually got off on being in the dominant role. This time he wanted to be the one doing the fucking. God, his cock jumped at the thought! Now he just had to convince the boy to have sex with him, which might be easier than he thought. It seemed this sweet piece of ass hadn’t had too many experiences and that just worked in his favor.
“Ah...a new assistant...Well, ain’t that just peachy,” Spike grinned widely, stalking closer to the boy as he talked.
“Y-yes...it’s a good opportunity...better than no work at all,” Angel whispered nervously. The blonde was coming closer and he felt the overwhelming need to run, get away, hide. But he couldn’t move; the blue eyes were staring right into his chocolate ones and it startled him a little what he saw there. Angel just shook his head – there was no way this hot guy was giving HIM that look. But before he could even finish the thought he felt the breeze of air touching his cheeks when the pants were pulled off. How had the blonde gotten down there already?
Spike chuckled at the bewildered look on the boy’s face and took his whole length in his mouth, sucking effectively. The boy let out a loud yelp and his knees started to buckle from the sheer force of the pleasure he was feeling. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his first load and Spike just gulped it all down, making little moans of pleasure. The boy tasted good; he couldn’t wait to fuck that tight hole of his. He bet the boy had never been fucked before. Spike could definitely fix that, would be shame to waste that kind of potential.
“Oh....what are you…?” Angel asked quietly after he’d come out of the haze followed by the most intense orgasm he’d ever had, and that had been only a blowjob, totally unexpected, but still he was such a loser.
“‘M going to fuck you, luv.....gonna put my big cock in that tight little hole of yours and fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight for a week,” Spike stated, grinning brightly, and licking his lips.
“ uh....okey” Angel blurted out, and blushed fiercely after realising how slutty that might have made him sound.
“ Mmm...so, lets get down to it, shall we?” Spike chuckled. He started kissing Angel’s neck from under his jawline, and going downwards with every teasing flick of his tongue. He wanted to make the boy squirm, he wanted to hear him beg. He circled one of the little brown nipples, sucking it in his mouth and biting gently; it made the boy gasp loudly and Spike felt himself hardening even more. He continued his little teasing game for a while, but couldn’t kep it up for long. He had to be inside that tight heat soon or he would go mad.
Spike told the boy to go lie on the ground, which he did. He looked like the definition of sin, spread out under Spike like he was going to be sacrificed. He stared at the sight for a while before lowering himself over the beautiful body. He positioned himself between the boys spread thighs and perched his legs up on his shoulders. Spike reached for the lube he carried in his pocket for all times and applied a fair amount on his hands and cock. The boy whimpered loudly when Spike slipped in the first finger, moving it slowly and adding second finger carefully. He scissored the two fingers for a while, stretching the boy gently.
When the boy started to moan desperately and push his ass on Spikes fingers, he slipped them out and rubbed his cock against the sweet hole, teasing the boy; he wanted to hear those moans.
“Please...fuck me...ahhh....please...I can’t,” the boy was begging frantically, trying to push his ass on Spike’s cock.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me...I want details,” Spike purred, fisting his own cock and spreading the pre-come to his boy’s tasty little hole, making it twitch in anticipation.
“P-Please...fuck me...hard...I want you to come inside me...please.”
That was it, Spike couldn’t hold it anymore. He gripped the boy’s hips in almost bruising hold and thrust in as deep as he could get. He made sure to hit the boy’s prostate on every move and whispered dirty words in his ear. It didn’t take long before they were both coming so hard that their whole bodies shook from the force of it.
Spike collapsed on top of the boy and he lay there for a while, breathing in the musky scent of the boy, when he felt tears stinging his eyes all of a sudden. It had been so long since he’d felt any kind of pleasure or given any form of release that he just couldn’t hold it in anymore and he was crying openly against the boys broad chest.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” the boy asked, sounding vulnerable and a little scared.
“Nah...it’s not you, pet...you were amazing,” Spike whispered, gazing straight into the brown orbs. He felt a twitch in his heart at that moment; it was a long time since he’d felt that and he thought maybe, just maybe, this could mean something more. Spike wanted to get to know this boy better. He was special.
They lay there on the floor for a while and Spike suddenly realised that he didn’t even know the boy’s name. ‘Way to go Spike,’ he muttered to himself, turning to face the boy.
“Ummm...I know this is kinda something I should’ve asked BEFORE I fucked you, but...what’s your name, pet?” Spike grinned nervously and startled a little when the boy started laughing loudly. His laugh was contagious though and Spike found himself laughing so hard that his stomach hurt.
“Liam...my name is Liam, but my friends call me Angel,” the boy answered when he’d managed to stop laughing.
“Angel it is then....come ’ere...I want to snog you silly,” Spike smirked, attacking Angel’s mouth before he could utter another word.
“Mmmm...I think I could get used to this....you taste so good,” he breathed against Angel’s lips, making him blush once again.
“I could too...I mean...get used to this,” Angel whispered, glancing Spike from under his long lashes.
When Anya came to work the next morning, she found her new assistant asleep on her office couch, wrapped in the arms of her best friend, Spike. She just smiled fondly and threw a cover over their naked bodies.