Sixty Eight Minutes of Ecstasy

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Summary: Spike and Angel make a bet about whether or not Spike can make Angel last.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
SEQUEL TO: One Snowy Night
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Spike/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
DEDICATION: Dedicated to Mary Ann who asked for this sequel and is just the biggest sweetie in the world.
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The first burst of passion taken care of in a ferocious mating, the two males reclined against the padded headboard, one smoking a cigarette, the other idly caressing his sire's broad chest.

"Lower," Angel murmured.

Spike's hand slid over the taut stomach as he raised the knee of the leg crossed over the older male's, and nudged the thighs apart.

"Already?" Spike replied as his hand closed around the thick, swelling column of flesh between his sire's legs.

Angel took a final drag on his cigarette then stubbed it out in an ashtray on the bedside table. "It's been ten minutes."

Shooting him a wolfish grin, Spike torturously slowly began to pump his hand. His own cock began to harden and he rubbed it against Angel's hip.

The dark vampire bent down and caught his upturned childe's lips in the first kiss of the early morning.

"You taste like pussy," Spike teased, "Bet your lips are sore."

Angel scowled. "Eavesdropping were you?"

"Vampire." Spike snickered and ran a thumb over the sensitive slit of Angel's cock. "She had you begging to tongue her, didn't she?"

The scowl grew even darker and a heavy hand fell on Spike's neck, shoving his head down.

"So predictable," the blond sighed, still grinning, as this reaction was one he knew he'd get by taunting his sire with just how pussy-whipped he was.

"I spent sixty eight minutes between Buffy's legs without coming up for air. If you can make me last that long, you'll get to come, too. But for every minute you fail, you don't get to come for an hour."

Even as he moved into a more comfortable position, laying on his stomach with his face at waist level, Spike shot his sire a perplexed look.

Angel reached into the drawer and drew out a cock ring, tossing it to his childe. "Put this on. If I come in one minute, you're wearing it for sixty-seven hours."

Understanding settled in and Spike's eyes widened, but he obeyed, snapping the leather around the base of his cock and pulling his balls up tight against his body.

"Think you can make it?" Angel smirked.

Frowning, the other male nodded at the challenge. "When I do get to come in sixty-eight minutes, I want you on your knees, me fucking your mouth."

"...Only if you make me last the whole time. Otherwise, you can do yourself."

Both males nodded in agreement, then Spike turned his full attention on the dark vampire's erection, as Angel got comfortable, pulling an extra pillow beneath his head so that he could watch. Picking up the clock next to the bed, he set the alarm and noted the time. "Begin.

Carefully wrapping his hand around the base of Angel's cock, Spike scooted closer and began to run his tongue up and down the length. This was going to be tricky. He knew that his sire could come at any minute and would if Spike didn't make it more pleasurable to wait.

He also knew that making him last sixty-eight minutes would be very difficult as Angel never wanted to be that submissive. Spike was surprised the older male had agreed to those terms at all, but then he figured Angel was sure he wouldn't last that long.

Slowly Spike squeezed his hand around the root of Angel's cock, as he lowered his mouth over the tip, sucking lightly and teasing the slit. He heard a groan, and glanced up to see Angel watching him through dark, hooded eyes. Widening his lips, Spike slid the cock deeper into his mouth until it nudged the back of the throat.

Deep-throating was off the agenda for the time being--one squeeze and he'd be swallowing cum--so he pulled back and began a slow rhythm of gentle, tantalizing sucks and licks. Spike felt his own cock throb beneath his stomach, and he forced himself to ignore it, concentrating wholly on the one in his mouth.

Closing his eyes, Spike listened to the soft groans from his sire, felt the shifting of muscles as the tightened and relaxed beneath his cheek and arm, as he licked and sucked and squeezed and caressed until his cheeks began to ache. As he pulled his mouth up Angel's cock, he opened his eyes to glance at the clock and groaned. Only twenty five minutes had passed.

"Do it again," Angel growled. At Spike's confused look, he explained, "Groan."

Spike obeyed, the sound reverberating around the tip of Angel's cock, making him growl and arch his hips for the first time. Letting the flesh fill his mouth again, the younger male stayed still and allowed the older pump a few times, then as Angel collapsed, gasping, Spike slid his mouth free.

Before the complaints could begin, he pressed a kiss on the tip, then raised the cock higher on Angel's belly so he could concentrate soft kisses and teasing nips to the sensitive underside, tightening his hand just enough to prevent Angel's release. He wondered how long Angel would allow him to do that.

Probably until the sixty-seventh minute.

Enjoying the battle of wills, Spike kissed his way down to the silky pouch cradling Angel's testicles. As he laved them like a cat, Angel began to squirm, and Spike grinned. "Like that?" Angel grunted, and Spike glanced up to see his sire wrapping his hands around the iron bars of the headboard, a sure sign that his control was slipping.

Another glance showed him that nine more minutes had gone by. Quickly figuring that he was at the half-way point, Spike raised his head and popped his neck, before leaning back down and engulfing Angel's cock again. Pre-cum coated his lips and tongue as he again sucked at a slow, building pace. As his fingers grew tired, he switched hands, giving Angel's balls a squeeze before clamping around the base of his cock. Shaking his sore hand, he then tried to wriggle one wet finger into his sire's anus, but the position was wrong.

Pulling back and rising to his knees, Spike quickly pushed Angel's limp legs apart, then moved between them and dropped back down.

"What are you doing down there, boy?" Angel grunted, his voice hoarse, betraying his desire.

Spike slapped playfully at the older male's thighs, pushing them up so that they were bent at the knees, his feet flat on the bed at Spike's shoulders. Licking one middle finger, Spike slid it slowly into Angel's body, as he resumed sucking just on the head of his cock.

Grunting loudly, Angel wriggled on the probing digit and thrust up into Spike's mouth. The younger male drew back, feeling the flesh quiver against his tongue and the muscles clench around his finger. He skillfully avoided the prostate as he began to thrust in time with his licks.

Copious pre-cum spilled onto his tongue and he drank it down. As he concentrated on the tip of Angel's cock, he unconsciously began to rock his hips, rubbing his own restrained member against the tangled bedding. A chuckle from his sire had him glancing up in curiosity.

"Horny, boyo?"

"Only," Spike glanced at the clock, "Twenty eight minutes to go." Before Angel could complain, he slid his tongue down the shaft in his hand, licking him like a popsicle.

"I could come at any time," Angel said smugly.

"And miss my big finale?" Spike replaced his finger with his wriggling tongue, and Angel gave a sharp howl of surprise and lust. Wrapping his free hand around the tip of the older male's cock, Spike tongue fucked him for several minutes until Angel was squirming and groaning.

Raising back up, Spike lapped up more pre-cum and cleaned his sticky fingers before resuming light sucking, applying just enough pressure to continue to please but not enough to induce instant orgasm. After several more minutes, he felt fingers tangling in his hair and Angel's hips begin to hump up to his mouth.

He broke the suction and again trailed his tongue up and down the sides of the now nearly purple shaft. He followed that with nipping kisses, up and down, pausing briefly to buzz the ball sac each time he reached the base.

Above him Angel was groaning constantly now, a low, steady sound of pleasure. His fingers were caressing Spike's scalp, sending bolts of lust through him, but he forced himself to concentrate on his sire's pending orgasm.

His could wait for another fifteen minutes.

Popping his neck as it began to grow stiff, Spike tried to think of something new to do to fill the time. He wanted to hold off on deep throating until the last few minutes.

"You're dawdling," Angel growled hoarsely.

Spike took a risk and released his hold on Angel's cock, letting it bob free. Ducking his head, he placed a quick kiss on the tip, then pulled back and watched the dark vampire squirm, before landing another kiss. He did this for several teasing minutes until Angel rose up, grabbed his head and shoved him down. Spike opened his mouth just in time for the cock to slide inside.

By pushing back on the hand pressing down, he kept Angel's cock out of his throat and simply used his cheeks and lips like a fish along the sides as Angel howled and cursed.

Finally they reached the sixty-seventh minute and Spike relaxed his neck muscles and opened his throat, dropping his head away from Angel's grasping hand and sucking down his cock.

The older male gasped and groaned and howled as the younger let his throat muscles milk the throbbing, mushroom shaped-tip of his cock.

"Fuck...Spike...Gahhhhhhhh."

Angel's cries mingled with the sound of the alarm, and Spike pulled back halfway up the shaft, only to dive down again and again until his sire exploded down his throat. Hips churning, the dark vampire bucked and yelled and shuddered, his cock thrusting wildly as he came, filling Spike's mouth to overflowing.

Spike took it all eagerly, licking and sucking his way up to the tip before finally letting the spent cock slip from between his lips. He noticed how sore they were at the same time that his cock throbbed painfully.

"I win," he cried gleefully, then groaned at the ache in his throat. The minor pains weren't enough to deter his rampant erection, though, and he scrambled off the bed.

Limp and satiated, Angel blinked open his eyes at his childe's crowing, then scowled as the details of the bet returned to the front of his mind. He watched as Spike carefully removed the cock ring, hissing as his throbbing member bounced off his flat stomach, then looked both expectantly and hesitantly at his sire.

The old Angelus wouldn't have kept a promise made in the heat of passion to a subordinate.

With a heavy sigh, Angel slid off the bed to his knees, and grabbed Spike's butt, pulling him forward. "You tell no one, especially not your bitchy wife."

Knowing how much the other male hated being submissive, Spike refrained from rebuking him for calling Willow a bitch, and just watched in amazement as Angel ovaled his mouth and slid it over the tip of his cock. He slid down, farther and farther until his lips pressed against Spike's pubis. Relaxing his throat muscles, Angel let him in, then tightened them till Spike screamed in ecstasy.

His orgasm took all of thirty seconds.

But, as he fell into Angel's arms, shuddering and sobbing in pleasure, it was well worth the sixty-eight minutes.

End