Disclaimer: It may come as a surprise but I'm not Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy and therefore I do not own Spike or any of his many shagging and verbal sparring partners. I weep for the injustice of it all and play with these characters in the fiction I write because this is pretty much all the fun I have.

Beta'd by kitty_poker1

This is for snowpuppies because, oh, about five hundred years ago we had this little convo on my lj somewhere about a certain thing and...yeah, I finally did it, lmao

Sequel to Insolence

Cruel and Unusual

by
Eyezrthewindows

This was cruel and unusual punishment.

Okay, it was cruel but it wasn't unusual. For Angelus, maybe.

For Angel, on the other hand...it was highly unusual.

He was babbling in his own head, that was how cruel and unusual it was.

And as Spike grumbled and muttered to himself as he stripped down and crawled beneath Angel's desk, he wondered why he'd gone to all the trouble of pissing Angel off, getting him off good and proper, only to receive such an indecently humiliating punishment for his successful efforts.

Excitement boiled inside him but he stuffed it deep down inside. Couldn't have the older vampire knowing what this was doing to him. His erection was obvious enough as it was.

It was supposed to be a punishment and if Angel didn't see Spike thoroughly chastised...well, he'd come up with something far worse that Spike probably wouldn't like.

Angel curled a finger and pointed beneath the desk, snapped his fingers and tapped his foot as he stood beside the chair he'd pulled out from behind it. "Get under there, already."

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes, then folded gracefully to his bare knees and wiggled his ass as he crawled beneath the monstrosity of a replacement desk Harmony had had wheeled in with an arched eyebrow for Angel.

He heard Angel inhale deeply behind him and grinned into the dark recesses.

"You are such a bossy git."

"Shut up, Spike."

"Did you do what I told you to earlier?"

"What?" Spike asked, looking at his fingernails in the darkness beneath Angel's desk; he could do with a manicure or at least something sharp to pick out the dirt from beneath his nails.

He raised his gaze, forgetting about his slightly grungy fingernails, and stared between his sire's legs as Angel sat in front of him at the desk, legs bracketing Spike's, supposedly doing work. The bulge Spike had been intensely aware of had grown since he'd gotten down there and continued to swell.

Angel had always had an impressive package.

Angel sighed. "Spike, what did I specifically tell you earlier when we were in the shower?"

"Oh, right." Spike leaned forward and inhaled Angel's arousal. "You sure I can't just--"

"Spike!"

Spike sighed and leaned back, pouting at Angel's crotch since that was all he could see of the older vampire. "Yes, I stretched and slicked myself. Nice and easy fuck it'll be. If you ever get me out from under this ruddy desk, that is. Don't know why you're making me hide under here, anyway," he continued, complaining. "Nobody's here. I'm ready and ruddy willing and you're obviously hard enough to pound something into the middle of next week...could be pounding me into bloody next week if you weren't being such a twat..."

Angel groaned and shifted and Spike eyed the erection in Angel's pants with interest. The tip of his tongue poked out from between his teeth.

"Okay, go ahead. Take me out."

Spike moistened his lips and knelt upright as much as he could between Angel's spread thighs and the confines of the desk. He pushed his hands up Angel's legs, squeezed the bunching muscles of Angel's thighs, and fondled his balls and erection through the increasingly tight material of his trousers.

"Spike, get on with it," Angel growled, flexing his thigh muscles.

He grinned cheekily and unzipped Angel's pants. He pulled the hard cock from Angel's froofy, silk boxers and lightly flickered his tongue over the end. Taste burst over his palette and he groaned.

He'd missed the scent, the flavour of Angel.

He sucked and licked and mouthed and stroked and massaged until he heard Angel doing something else during his brilliantly done blow-job. He frowned, paused briefly and earned a whap on the head and then shrugged and continued on.

He figured if Angel wanted him to know what he was doing he'd tell him. All Angel wanted from him at the moment was a suck-job.

He could do that. He was good at it.

He enjoyed it, truth be told, but Angel would never know that little fact. He'd've just used it against him.

Angel murmured something just soft enough for him not to hear and Spike's curiosity burned like fire in his chest. He desperately wanted to know what was so important that his sire had to be doing it in the middle of his blow-job.

Spike, personally, couldn't do more than enjoy getting his dick sucked if he was getting it done good and proper.

He started when he heard the door open and hoped the desk shielded his bare feet and ass from prying eyes.

Wesley spoke, "Angel, you wanted all of us here?"

"Yeah," breathed Angel, "I did. Take a seat."

Spike couldn't see what was going on, obviously, but he heard several sets of feet thudding on the carpet and leather seats creaking and clothes rustling and he suddenly knew what Angel had in store for him.

He hadn't thought the souled-up ponce still had it in him.

He continued to suck, extra hard, and got a kick in the side for his troubles. He was too bemused to care about his mistreatment, though. He couldn't wait to see how Angel handled this.

Angel leaned forward, making Spike ease off his cock until he was just suckling the head. Angel's thighs trembled beneath Spike's hands.

"I suppose you're all wondering why I called you in here..."

"Not that you're not a peach delight, cinnabun, but I have clients who are going to drown poor little Danny boy if I'm not there to guide him. He still gets cold feet without supervision. It really is the cutest thing."

"Yeah, I realise that you all probably have things to do, Lorne, but...I'd just like you to know that--"

"What's wrong with you, Angel? You're acting all twitchy. You hiding something under your desk?" Gunn teased.

"I'm glad you brought that up. It makes this easier for me. Spike."

Spike stopped sucking, sighed, and then scooted out from under the desk when Angel moved his chair back. He remained on his knees for modesty's sake but then Angel raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes as he stood, revealing the erection he'd been sporting since Angel had ordered him to take off all his clothing.

"Oh, that is way too much of Blondie-bear that I wish I hadn't seen," Gunn muttered, yet didn't look away from all the smooth, creamy skin.

Wesley blinked at Spike's cock. "Er, Angel, you've got a naked Spike in your office. He was under your desk. What was he doing under your desk? Wait a moment, that's probably rather obvious. I just can't seem to...think..."

Wesley sounded broken.

Angel's mouth curved into a smirk befitting Angelus and all the humans' hearts sped up as they tensed. "I'm not evil, guys, don't worry. I'm just making a point. It's a...learning experience for Spike."

They relaxed minutely, then noticed Spike's nudity again and tensed once more.

"Umm...Angel? Why're you makin' Spike get naked under your desk? Or is this some freaky vampire kinky stuff I don't want to know about?"

Spike grinned at Fred and waggled his eyebrows.

Angel continued to sit behind his desk, cock wet and jutting out from his body, unseen by the rest of the room. Spike stared down at it and arched an eyebrow at her.

Fred flushed but didn't look away from amused blue eyes.

"I wanted to show you guys that, despite appearances to the contrary, Spike can be well-behaved and obedient."

"I'm sure that's fascinating, Angel, but really, we've work to do..." Wesley trailed off as Spike shifted, causing his cock to bob lightly. Wesley sat back primly on his seat and crossed his legs. "But, it can wait for a while. The staff in each of our departments really is wonderful and quite resourceful. I think they can manage without us for..." he trailed off, seeming to forget what he was saying.

Lorne snorted at Wesley's interest then turned red eyes on what was making Wesley interested. "I have to say, short-cake, you really are...proportionate to someone Angel's size. How's Angel-hair in that department?"

"Lorne!" Angel gasped, mouth falling open in shock as he scooted closer to his desk to ensure Lorne wouldn't see his...proportions. "That's...not the issue here. The issue is...Spike's got to learn that he can't do whatever he wants whenever he wants. He's got to respect boundaries and rules and etiquette. So..." Angel snapped his fingers at Spike and the younger vampire sighed and then stared at him expectantly. "Oh, right."

Angel moved his chair out from under the desk and spread his legs. He slumped down into the cushioned leather. "Go ahead."

"It's like I'm a ruddy dog. Doing what you want at your whims, putting on a show like it's nothing...should be getting paid for this," he complained as he straddled Angel's thighs after Angel pushed the arm rests of the chair up so they were out of the way. "You want I should try to saddle up without help or do you want to aim it and give me a bit of assistance?"

Angel took his prick in hand and pointed it upright. "That's all the help you're getting."

"Oh, thank you, Lord and Master," Spike said tonelessly, grasping the back of the chair to brace himself and tilting his pelvis.

He opened up slowly, sank down on Angel's shaft as quickly as he was able, could feel the tension in the room as they watched him do what they knew he was doing despite not being able to see Angel's cock going up his ass.

He shifted, pulled up with the use of quivering thigh muscles, and then sank down until he felt crisp pubic hair against his buttocks and could move no more. He leaned forward and squirmed to get the angle just right then sighed and relaxed against Angel's chest.

Angel squeezed his thighs and rolled his own hips upward to get Spike's attention. "Well?"

"Bloody hell," Spike mumbled, looking briefly at the others from beneath his lashes and turning his head away from the scrutiny of Angel's friends, discretely. He'd never felt so exposed before; literally or figuratively. "You're a lazy sod."

He had everyone's rapt attention. Even Gunn was looking interested now, despite his initial automatic display of disgust when he’d first seen Spike.

Angel breathed in unevenly, then swiveled his chair to the side so he could reach the phone. He punched a button.

"Yeppers, bossy?"

In amidst all that pleasure, Angel could still roll his eyes. "Harm."

"Oh." She cleared her throat and began again. "Yes, sir?"

"Could you come in here? Bring your pad and pen, too. I need you to...take some notes."

"Sure thing, Angel. Be right in."

Spike froze and when Angel's glittering eyes met his own he glared.

Angel smirked and relaxed against the seat back again. He shifted, cock stabbing deep inside Spike, hitting that pretty little spot that always caused his toes to curl -- and they did, right into the berber carpeting -- and raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't tell you to stop."

Spike growled, eyes flashing golden for one brief moment before it bled away, leaving behind sullen blue that glared at Angel defiantly as he began to rock on top of Angel and cause the leather chair to squeak.

He fucked Angel like it was something he'd rather not be doing. Despite his happy prostate and his filled hole...he was really quite pissed at Angel. He'd make sure to pretend not to enjoy it.

He wondered if he could actually do that.

A few seconds later, Harmony entered the room, pink legal pad and pink feathered pen clasped in one hand. She hadn't yet seen them, having already turned back to shut the doors, but when she swiveled back around her eyes widened and her pink-painted mouth fell open.

Her pen and pad fell to the floor, forgotten, as she watched Spike fuck Angel.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks, shocked. Her professionally done fingernails matched her lipstick. "You're gay!"

"I'm not bloody gay, Harm. He's my sire. He...gets privileges. Gets whatever he wants whenever he wants it. You'd know that if the stupid git that sired you hadn't run off. Be a good bint and sit down and shut up. This is difficult enough as it is." His lips pursed. "Besides, vampires are omni-sexual. We'll fuck anything that doesn't kill or fuck us first."

Her nose wrinkled slightly. "I'm not omni-anything, buster. I told you...the only way I'd do anything with a girl was if it was you and me and Charlize Theron...or maybe Angelina Jolie. She's got nice lips." She blinked. "But...that gay thing would explain so much about our relationship! I mean," she stooped down to retrieve her fallen supplies and settled on the arm of the chair Fred was seated in without seeking her permission. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You were commitment shy and you totally ignored me. You were soooo focused on Angel, and Xander that one time, and even, bleh, the tweedy librarian from Sunnydale High. Oh, and your minions...you had a favourite and spent way too much time with him -- who was he again? He...had glasses and he was kind of bald and chubby and...not really all that much to look at but he had a nice, big co--"

"Harm!" everyone said in unison.

She jumped, nearly dropping her pen. "What?"

"Shut up!" Angel barked, sliding down in his chair and gripping Spike's waist tightly.

She sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Buncha freaky gay vampires."

"Not gay," Spike repeated sullenly, not losing his rhythm even under the current circumstances. He gasped and refocused his attention to Angel's eyes because that was better than the alternative -- meeting Harmony's eyes as he bottomed for Angel. He could feel Angel's cock spearing him, spreading him open wide with its girth, stabbing his hot button inside. His own painted silvery precum designs on Angel's froofy, expensive silk shirt.

His hands tightened against the chair and he heard his nails tear through the leather.

Angel glared at him even as he pulled him harder down into his pelvis. "You little shit."

Spike grinned cheekily and rolled his hips just that way and Angel's eyes rolled up in the back of his head.

The arousal in the room intensified and Spike could hear, over his and Angel's panting and frantic fucking and the squeaking of the office chair, heartbeats speeding up and breathing turn shallow.

They were all getting off on this!

Under all that, he could hear the scritch-scratching of pen on paper.

Harmony was actually taking notes. Spike wondered vaguely what she'd do with them but tossed that thought away as Angel released one hip to latch onto his hair and yank his face down to his own.

Their lips smashed together and their tongues met and entwined wetly.

Spike groaned and Angel sighed and the rest of the room gasped as Spike moved faster, preternaturally fast, and the two fucking vampires began to climax.

Angel was first -- was there ever any doubt? -- and Spike was a close second. Their mouths stayed connected, suckling at one another's tongues, then slowed down as their bodies' movements flagged and stopped.

Spike fell against Angel, boneless and replete, and he didn't even care that all of Angel's gang and his ex-fuck had seen it. It had been the best shag he'd had in years, decades even.

Angel's soothing touch caressed up and down his back, circling where they were still connected before retreating back up the knobs of his spine, and soon he found himself beginning to purr.

The others in the room stared at them and he closed his eyes burying his face against his sire's neck, shut them all out, shut out their breathing and searing eyes, and let Angel focus on him for a change.

Spike opened one eye when he couldn't move his arm to scratch his nose. He raised his head from the pillow to look at his wrist cross-eyed. He felt groggy and disoriented and everything felt heavy.

He blinked the sleep from his eyes, slightly more alert now, when he saw his wrists were manacled to...Angel's bed?

He was manacled to Angel's bed.

How the fuck did he get here?

He tried to pull the chains apart, but he failed.

Great. Magicked manacles. Angel had gone all out this time.

That made him feel special deep down inside. Really.

"Are you finally awake? I thought I'd have to do something drastic. How are you feeling, sleeping beauty?"

"What the fuck happened?" Spike demanded hoarsely, glaring up at Angel as he sat down on the bed and ran a hand down Spike's bare stomach possessively. Spike's eyes flickered down to examine the hand as it neared his dark thatch of pubic hair. "How'd your friends react afterward, eh? See you for the sadistic pervert you really are?"

Angel frowned, hand withdrawing. "What? What are you talking about, Spike?"

It was Spike's turn to frown. "What do you mean, what am I bloody talking about? You made me...well, do things in front of your friends! Harmony took notes! They all wouldn't stop staring!"

"I made you do what in front of my friends?" His face softened with confusion. "Harmony took notes on what?"

Spike breathed and thought for a moment. "What are you on about?"

Angel scowled and smacked Spike smartly on one flank, then replaced his hand where it had been before. "You're the one who's on about something. Maybe on something would be more accurate."

"I don't do drugs, mate. Not since the sixties. Ate a flower person at Woodstock and that turned me right off. I don't like being that mellow or seeing the weird, wobbly...stuff. Had the biggest fit of munchies after. Took five people that night to even get my hunger close to sated. Was fun, though, but no more drugs for me. Have enough weird shit to deal with without that on top of it."

Angel rolled his eyes, thumb kneading Spike's stomach. "Okay, if I'd known the drugs would do this to you I wouldn't have used them. Should've just done it the old fashioned way by clocking you a good one. Your head's a big enough target, so it would've been pretty easy."

Spike blinked and then it hit him. He ignored the insult and focused on the important bit. "You drugged me? The fuck? Why?"

Angel leered and his hand roamed down Spike's body. His fingers closed around Spike's cock and stroked it a couple of times roughly. "Why do you think?"

"Then," Spike whispered, swallowing, "none of that office bollocks happened?"

"Since I have no idea what the hell you're talking about...I'd say no."

"Huh." Spike arched into Angel's hand, then groaned when Angel slid a cock-ring around the base and tightened it securely. "Well, can't dwell on shit when there's better things going on."

He'd worry about his sanity and possible insanity later.

Angel let go of Spike's cock and leaned down to give it a brief teasing kiss. He grinned and stripped and then placed himself between Spike's tensed thighs. He breathed on Spike's cock. "You were saying?"

Spike pushed his head back into the pillow and snarled, bucking his hips. "Angel!"

Angel took Spike's cock in his mouth and for long moments sucked Spike down his throat. Up and down, swallow and suckle, tease and manipulate.

An hour later, Spike was no closer to cumming and Angel looked like he was having the time of his life.

This was cruel and unusual punishment...but it was only the start of one hell of a good shag.

Angel, that bog-trotting, pussy-whipped, do-gooding twat of a wanking git, that...all right. So, his brain couldn't come up with anything else at the moment because it was slowly melting out of his ears. His eyes, however, did manage to roll up into the back of his head as his entire body trembled under Angel's teasing touches.

...well, Spike was prone to forgetting important things when he was being so exquisitely tortured. That could be forgiven, right?

He'd make up for his lapse later. When his balls weren't struggling to burst right out of their taut little sac and his mind wasn't dribbling out onto the pillow.

If Angel wasn't pounding him through the mattress later, that is.

Here Endeth the Story

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