Empathy Sucks - Chapter 6
‘Wake
up Spike.’
Fuck
Lesson 1. I’m sick of this already. Think I’ll go back to Sunnyhell and
cope alone. Shit, empathy ain’t that bad. Not as bad as sittin’ at a soddin’
breakfast table at…oh God…it’s only quarter to eight…fuck…I’m dying. I’m
gonna die. And what is that smell? Oh eggs! Hey! Poof’s making me eggs
for breakfast. Like real people. OK, so I’ll have me eggs then time for
Lesson 1 a la Spike. Vampires sleep during the day. Or shag. Don’t care,
as long as it’s horizontal. I give it half an hour and I’ll have the poof
back in the bed with me.
‘Ah!
Get a life. Get an unlife, mate. Gives it texture, like blood clots. Ummm.
Hey! Where ya goin’? Jees Angel, you are such a fairy!’ I cannot believe
that the Scourge of Europe has become squeamish about blood. Just as well
I did come to LA. This sad tosser really does need saving.
I
thought watching Cordelia drinking blood was the most revolting thing
I'd ever seen. But Spike's blood clots are worse. How does he manage to
do this to me every time? He makes me almost nauseous in one breath, but
in the other? In the other he’s holding me in a loving embrace, comforting
me…ahh! God, he’s so hard! I can feel his urgent erection pressing unconsciously
against me. But I’ve only got twenty five minutes to get him dressed and
up to the office. I’ll pretend to go along with him, get him into the
shower, then I’ll rush him along upstairs. Won’t let him delay me any
longer.
I’ll
pretend to go along with this soddin’ getting up game. But once I get
him in the shower, he’s mine. He won’t be seein’ the light of day today.
There
we are, simple. Too simple. He agreed far too readily. But he’s here now.
Just get clean, Spike and…oh God! Don’t.
My
favorite position for a shower. On my knees, sucking Angel’s dick. He’s
lost it now, of course. I can keep this up for at least half an hour.
I deliberately make my sucking movement soft and teasing. I use my tongue
to swirl delicately over the soft end of his cock, pushing his foreskin
back. I place my hands around onto his ass for maximum purchase and he
groans, leaning into my face, bracing himself on either side of the shower
stall. Just to add a certainly to his complete attention to me, I slip
one wet finger between his ass cheeks and play with his tight entrance.
I push against it every time I swirl my tongue over his cock. After a
few light pushes, I start to work it in. He hisses and his knees buckle
slightly at the pleasure of the feeling of my cold finger working into
his butt. I can’t get it in far enough to work his prostate from this
angle, but he seems to be enjoying himself anyway. That can wait. We’ve
got all day now any way. So I concentrate on this incredible cock in my
mouth. I increase the pressure of my tongue, seal my mouth tighter around
the shaft and start to move urgently with my lips and teeth along the
exposed veins. With my spare hand, I encircle his soft balls and gently
fondle them between sucks. He’s totally stimulated, cock, ass, balls,
all brought into play. All sending him powerful waves of pleasure. I glance
up and almost cum myself, so erotic is the sight. He’s spread-eagled in
the shower, hands and feet braced against the walls, head thrown back
in ecstasy. His strong arms show every muscle defined. His powerful chest
and erotic belly running and glistening from the warm water. And me pleasuring
him in every way, every place occupied with hands or fingers, tongue,
teeth or lips. I have to make him cum soon, or I will, and that’s not
in me plan at all. Oh no, that’s for Angel to help with, later.
If
he doesn’t make me cum soon, I am going to rupture something. I feel ready
to explode in his mouth, ready to drown him with my cum. I can’t believe
our vampire restorative powers sometimes. How many times did I come last
night? I can’t remember, but oh, I can replay each one in my mind as I’m
in this shower, impaled on Spike’s finger and in Spike’s mouth. I can
replay the moment I entered him for the first time. Before he’d even got
into the bed. I couldn't wait. I took him as he bent over the bed. I took
him in every position I could think of, all night. Then, finally, we slept
together, side by side, with me in him even in our sleep. And it’s that
final image that sends me over the edge of my orgasm. I look down to watch
entranced, as Spike’s talented mouth moves over my thick, engorged cock.
Watch the water running from my body over his, effectively joining us
in a stream of warmth and erotic stimulation and then we are joined in
a more potent way as my cum explodes out to the back of his throat. He
tightens his hold on my balls, pushes his finger in as far as it will
go and sucks me down as though his very life depended on it.
…ahh,
as I knew he would, Angel takes my blood. His fangs descend and I watch
his deep brown eyes turn into their beautiful golden form and my old friend
Angelus joins us in these acts. He rips at my neck, exposing the artery
and plunges in to lick and suck at the precious fluid. All vampire now,
he brings one knee up between my legs to support me so he can press harder
down into the wound. He gives little erotic jerks of his knee, higher
and higher, totally aware of the painful ripples of desire he’s causing
in my heavy, unsatisfied balls. I ache for release. The blood draining
out of me causes an intense sexual thrill and he knows it. Like the first
time, when he took me against a wall, many life times ago…like that first
time, the act is all passion, all sex. He moves his hand to my cock to
acknowledge that connection. As I reach that drowning sense of falling,
as the last drop of my blood is drained from me, he makes me cum in an
explosion of cold seed onto his hand and belly. He spreads it between
us as he presses me to him in my last moment of conscious thought.
‘Err,
Cordelia, this is Angel. I’m leaving a message on this machine. Answer
thing. Oh, there’s a beep…did I start too early? Anyway, I’m not coming
up to the office today. Spike’s not well…I’m going to stay and keep an
eye on him. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
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