It Hurts, Comfort Me
I'm just a fool. A fool in love with you.
"Oh, the pain. It's excruciating. Horrible. Worse than anything I've ever felt..."
"...I'm going to die. The pain is awful. I hurt! I hurt so badly..."
"Angel, it's just a bloody papercut."
Angel stopped caterwauling and looked at his companion with wide eyes and trembling lower lip
from his place by the bed. He was trying to be cute. In reality, that look would give monsters
Spike wanted to run, fast and far away. Angel was being scary. So not like his usual bipolar self.
Which meant... "Angel, a papercut will not get you a sympathy shag," Spike said, putting his hands
on his hips and trying to look stern. It rarely worked.
The brunette's trembling lip turned into a full-fledged pout as he set the offending book on the night-stand. "But it hurts," he whined.
"Oh, for the love of..." Spike rolled his eyes, stalked shoeless across the room, and shoved Angel
face-first onto the bed. "Fine. You want a 'make it better' fuck, then we'll fuck."
"But..." Angel squeaked when his trousers were unceremoniously yanked to his ankles, his feet still
on the floor. "...I'm supposed to be the comforted one. I should be doing you."
"But I'm the one with the ow-ohholyicecapades, Dick Greyson! That's cold!"
"Angel, shut your gob and let me comfort you into the mattress," Spike growled, pulling back and
quickly thrusting forward again, slapping his pelvis against the other man's bare bottom.
Angel fake-sniffed, despite the delicious feeling of Spike's hardness deep inside him and the friction
of his own erection against the cotton sheets. "You don't love me any more."
"Nope." Spike hissed as Angel clamped down. "Christonacross..."
The younger man began to thrust hard and steadily, causing Angel to rub against the sheets, hard
and steadily, too. "Oh gods, Spike... you evil... argh..."
"That's right," Spike grunted, slapping Angel on his pale, left asscheek. "An evil argh, I am."
Angel moaned, wiggled, and said, "Do that again."
"What? This?" Spike spanked the brunette's other cheek two times in quick succession.
"Yeah, that," Angel rasped happily.
"Kinky bastard." The blond slid out of Angel with a slick pop, took a hampered-by-his-jeans-around-his-knees step to the right, and proceeded to wallop his sire's ass a pretty shade of pink.
Angel almost slithered contentedly off the bed when Spike stopped, despite still being hard as a rock.
He was prevented from doing so, however, by Spike lifting his head and practically shoving a pale,
berry-flavored cock down his throat. The brunette gagged, adjusted his position, then swallowed his
"Angel, yeah, that's it... harder... suck harder... oohhhh," Spike moaned. He sat on his sock-clad
heels on the bed and watched through half-slitted eyes as his sire sucked him off, the red-tinged
curve of Angel's backside barely visible over the edge of the mattress. "Mm, baby, you're sooo
fucking good at this."
Angel hummed his response around Spike's turgid length. Spike hissed and grabbed a hold of the
thick, dark hair bobbing above his lap. "More," he demanded. "Keep doin' that." Angel started to
hum a more lively tune, turning Spike almost inside-out with the intense pleasure. "Oh fuck, Angel,
moremoremoremore... shyeah... my Angel, my fuckbunny... so bloody good..."
The blond stiffened abruptly, and Angel gulped down half the cool, thick fluid that erupted from
Spike's cock. Angel felt his childe shudder hard, then Spike fell backwards onto the bed, his spent
member pulling free of Angel's mouth with a slurp.
The older vampire wasted not a moment. He clambered onto the bed, used the semen saved in his
mouth to coat his aching sex, pushed Spike's legs back, and slid home. Spike glowered at him. "I
thought you came already."
"Nope," Angel said, yanking one of Spike's legs free from his jeans. "Still hard for you, darlin'."
He pulled Spike up onto his lap, supporting him with one hand behind his white-blond head and one
mid-back. Nose-to-nose with the younger vampire, Angel grinned infectiously. "Hi!"
"Hey, yourself, you silly poof," Spike responded, having caught Angel's grin-disease. He draped
his arms over his sire's shoulders and wrapped his legs around Angel's waist, the brunette's cock
buried fully inside him. "What's got into you tonight... besides me?"
"I just love you, that's all," Angel replied, resting his forehead against Spike's. "You'd have never
let me get near you if I said I wanted to make love, so..." He shrugged.
Spike sighed loudly. "You great gormless git, I'd make love with you any second of the week. You
don't even have to ask."
Angel brightened so much it hurt Spike's eyes, and the smile on his sire's face could be classified as
goofy. Spike sighed again, closed the short distance between them, and made love to Angel's mouth
as he would the other man's body.
Angel eventually shifted and squirmed, then broke the kiss with a frown drawing his brows together.
"Did you have to spank me so hard?"
A corner of Spike's mouth turned up. "Does my punkin's wittle fanny hurt?"
"Yes," Angel pouted, a naughty gleam in his eye. "I'm all hurt. Comfort me."
Spike adjusted a bit, then started to raise and lower himself onto Angel's stiff length. Angel hissed
in pleasure, his eyes never leaving Spike's intense blue gaze. Quickly and skillfully, the blond
brought him to the brink, and he hovered on that pleasurepainful edge for several long, breath-inducing moments. Then Spike mouthed, "I love you," and Angel was gone.
They collapsed together onto the bed in a tangle of mostly-clothed limbs. Angel tucked his head
under Spike's chin, interlaced their fingers and rested them on Spike's taut abdomen. The brunette
chuckled softly as they began to play footsie with their matching black sock-clad feet.
Spike eventually shifted in discomfort. He lifted his arm above his head and promptly clocked his
hand on a curlicue on the brass headboard. "Ow, damn it. I hate this soddin' thing," he grumbled.
"We need a new bed."
Angel tilted his head up and looked at Spike with a wicked smile on his face. "Aw, did my
honeybuns hurt himself?"
Spike's mouth slowly curved in an echoing smile. "Yes. Terribly."
"Then..." Angel crawled on top of the blond, their naked pelvises and bourgeoning erections pressed
intimately together. "...I guess it's my duty to make you feel better."
"How horrible for you," Spike murmured, and allowed himself to be comforted well into the dawn.