|finvampire (finvampire) wrote in mmmmm_angel,|
@ 2007-08-19 19:42:00
|Current music:||Nightwish - Amaranth|
Fic: Under the sea - Part 3
Okey...chapter 3 is up...kinda short though...have been busy lately *sigh*
Heading: Under the sea...Chapter 3/?
Beta: Ash C.
Rating: starting with PG, eventually NC-17
Genre: Romance, angst, SLASH, Human AU
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Angel, Spike, Buffy, Xander, Wesley, Lindsey or Faith. All credit goes to Joss Whedon and Co. Story concept is however mine.
Summary: Spike is a successful singer. One day he finds something from his pool that changes his life forever...guess what it is? ;) not telling here cos it would spoil the surprise :P
Warnings: angst, SLASH, homosexual content, strong language, Human AU
Feedback: Yes...pretty please *flutters eyelashes*
Spike was scratching his head – it was really turning out to be a tricky job, trying to dress Angel.
He wouldn’t stay still for a one splittin’ second and on top of that he kept questioning the importance of clothes.
“Bloody ’ell...would you stand still for one second?!” Spike growled, trying to get the shirt “on” Angel.
“But...what if I suddenly feel like swimming? I can’t swim in these things!” Angel sounded frustrated and took the shirt right off – just after Spike had just managed to get in on.
“Fuck...dammit pet...aren’t you a menace?” Spike chuckled, shaking his head.
“What’s that?” Angel asked, once again looking like a big, dark-eyed puppy.
“It means you are very naughty, love....you should let uncle Spike dress you,” Spike sniggered, heading towards Angel again - with determination in his eyes. Angel just stared at him suspiciously and took few steps backwards.
“Look, love....we humans wear these...you can’t be naked in public,” Spike chuckled again, amused by the expression on Angel’s pretty face.
“What do you mean...why? Surely you weren’t born with those things attached to your body, now were you?” Angel stated, watching Spike as he tried to come up with a suitable answer.
“Ummm....no...but, you see…” Spike stammered, failing to explain the necessity of clothes to Angel.
“Okay...I’ll wear these...as it seems to be a custom in your world...weird...but still,” Angel finally agreed.
Spike had to start all over again; grabbing the jeans first, he told Angel to lift his feet, one at a time, so he could slip on the jeans. When he had to zip Angel up, he felt his cock twitch violently against the rough denim of his jeans just from the pure sensation of touching Angel.
He wanted nothing more than to devour this beautiful creature, but he tried to keep his cool for Angel’s sake – he didn’t want to scare him away. Besides, Spike had decided to go out with Angel and check out that cave he had found earlier.
As he was once again putting the white button-down shirt on Angel, he couldn’t resist sliding his hand up from Angel’s abdomen to his broad, golden chest.
“Beautiful...so beautiful,” he murmured, circling his thumb around Angel’s nipple until it was standing up like a good little soldier.
“Spike...” Angel let out a moan, leaning his body closer to Spike.
“Oh...you like that, don’t you baby?” Spike growled with a heated voice, not able to stop himself.
“Please...” Angel breathed; now grinding his growing erection against Spike’s matching one.
“Mmmm...what do you want baby? Tell me,” Spike purred, squeezing Angel’s firm buttocks and feeling his own swollen erection against his jeans.
“I don’t know...I’ve never...but it feels so good,” Angel sighed, panting heavily as he came all over the inside of his jeans.
“Oh...I’m sorry pet...let’s just clean you up okay?” Spike said, handing Angel some paper towels and escorting him to the bathroom.
“It’s okay,” Angel said quietly, looking embarrassed and blushing preciously. The little incident had left Spike hard and throbbing, unable to do nothing about it at the current situation.
‘Soddin’ ’ell! I almost fucked him right there...I wonder if he meant he’s virgin by that “i’ve never” statement?’ Spike pondered in the depths of his mind, while handing Angel a towel as he came out of the shower.
After the incident, both of them were quiet for a long time – just walking along the shoreline; lost in their own thoughts. They had left looking for that cave Spike had found. Angel had been glancing at Spike frequently as if he wanted to say something. Spike, on the other hand, was thinking about the next morning – he would have to go to work, and he didn’t have a clue what to do with his unexpected guest. He could take him along – but what would he say to his band members? ‘I just found him floatin’ around in my pool..can I keep him?’ Spike sniggered in his head.
“Would you like to come along tomorrow, pet?” he asked suddenly, smiling at Angel.
“Where?” Angel asked with a questioning look on his face.
“To my workplace....or...actually I’m a singer, so the place changes...now we are having a rehearsal for the big tour,” he explained. ‘Gotta keep an eye on Lindsey though...he’s gonna be all over this one...that’s for sure,’ Spike sighed silently in his head, finally pausing at the entrance of the cave.
“Okay pet...we’re here.” He gestured Angel to follow him and disappeared into the cave.
It was relatively dark inside and Spike had to light up a torch – which he made out of a piece of wood he found and the scarf he had on him. The cave was surprisingly large, spreading out into various passages. The ceiling was sparkling with what seemed like a dripstone.
Chapters 1-2 here