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Warm Hands	By : SpikesEvilbint Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 2269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You need to read Frosty Bites first - it's on this site and is also a one shot. This follows on from where that ends.

Warm Hands

Spike stomped out of the ice rink; his grin disappeared and he gasped as the icy wind bit into him. His soaking wet clothes began to freeze against his skin as he walked to the car. Taking some satisfaction in the fact that the doors he slammed closed behind him hit Angel in the face, he cursed under his breath.

�If my bleeding parts get frozen, I�ll bite the big pouf.�

�Spike. Wait up!� Angel called out and jogged to catch up with him in the parking lot.

Spike sighed dramatically and turned around. �Keys, wanker.� He held out his hand.

�You�re not driving the Viper.�

�Oh, yes I am, you git. You�re the one who wanted to bleeding come to this Godforsaken town in the first place. �Let�s have Christmas on the Cleveland Hellmouth� you said - great idea, you git. Let�s leave nice warm LA and come here. So out of the goodness of my heart, I think, I�ll go � it�ll make him happy and��

�Make me happy? I had to freaking bribe you to come � how is that, you making me happy?� complained Angel.

Spike scowled at the memory. Two days of no touching, no talking and more importantly no sex had been endured before he�d agreed to come.   He was beginning to wish that he�d held out until Angel had caved and given up this sodding stupid idea.

�Just give me the bloody keys. My bollocks are about ready to drop off! Frost bite isn�t pretty, you know,� Spike growled, morphed his features and bared his fangs.

Angel dug in his pocket and tossed the keys to Spike, who snatched them from the air with his left hand and opened the car door.   By the time Angel was settled in the passenger seat, Spike had the engine revving loudly and the heater on full blast. As soon as Angel pulled his door shut, Spike sped off, the car slewed sideways as the wheels slid on a patch of ice.

�Be careful!� yelled Angel, clinging to the door handle and screwing his eyes shut as the car barely missed the fence before Spike regained control and drove onto the street.

Spike glared at Angel and allowed his features to fade to human, but for once said nothing. He just wished that the heater would hurry up and throw out some warmth. Spike shivered and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

�Hey,� said Angel, swivelling around to look in the opposite direction to the way they were going. �The hotel�s back there.�

�Not going to the hotel.�

�What?�

�Nope. Had enough. We�re going back to LA.�

�But our stuff��

�Can be mailed to us,� replied Spike. �Not staying here another bloody night.� He jabbed impatiently at the heater�s switch. �Does this thing even work?�

�Spike, it�s hot in here,� replied Angel. �Are you still cold?�

�Are you daft?� Spike looked at Angel, eyebrow raised. ��Course I�m still cold. I�m wearing half of sodding Frosty the Snowman!�

Angel stifled a chuckle, knowing that when Spike was in a mood like this that it would make his temper explode. He reached over and put his left hand on Spike�s crotch.

�Need these warmed up?�

He took the soft moan as a yes and began to unbutton Spike�s flies. Angel resisted the urge to tell Spike that it might be easier to stay warm if he took to wearing underwear. Spike groaned again as Angel released his cock and balls. Already half hard, Spike thrust his hips towards Angel�s hand. His genitals were so cold that Angel�s hand felt warm.

After several lazy pulls, Spike�s cock was fully erect and moist at its tip.

�Any warmer, now?� asked Angel.

�Not so�s you�d notice,� lied Spike. He let his head roll back until it touched the headrest.

�Make sure you concentrate on the road, okay?�

Angel increased the pressure and speed of his grip. Spike wriggled in his seat.

�Hold still.�

�Ooh, you make me all tingly when you act all masterful,� said Spike with a grin.

�Shut up!�

Spike�s cock twitched happily at his lover�s order. His breath began to come in rapid pants as Angel worked on bringing him to a climax. Spike gripped the steering wheel so hard that it began to creak with the strain.

Angel�s experienced hand knew exactly when Spike was on the point of climax and so with a grin he took it away.

�Hey! Don�t stop now!� snarled Spike. �I was almost��

�I know exactly what you were almost about to do. I also don�t want to get smashed up when you lose control of the car when you come.�

�I wouldn�t do that!� He growled softly, took his left hand off the steering wheel, and got hold of his cock. Before his fingers had time to fully encircle it, Angel grabbed his wrist and pulled it away.

�Don�t touch! That�s my property not yours � you don�t get to come until I say so.�

�Christ,� muttered Spike almost coming right then. He loved it when the old git got all bossy.

Angel glanced out the window and smiled when he saw that they were passing a graveyard.

�Pull in here,� he ordered.

Spike did as he was told, enjoying watching Angel wince as he brought the car to a stop with the tyres squealing in protest.

�Get out,� said Angel.

Spike glanced out the window. �What? Are you completely off your head? I�m not going out there � it�s snowing.�

Angel leaned in close and licked his way up Spike�s neck from his collarbone to his ear.   �Yes you are.� He nipped Spike�s ear with his blunt teeth.

Spike shrugged him off and glared at him. �It. Is. Snowing.   You do remember what it is don�t you? It�s wet and cold and�well it�s bloody wet and cold and I�m not sodding going out in it.�

Angel�s hand strayed to Spike�s cock. �Oh, I think you are.�

Spike couldn�t help but roll his hips towards Angel�s hand.

�Why can�t we just stay here?� Spike pouted. �Nice and warm.�

�Not enough room,� replied Angel, removing his hand again and chuckling as Spike whined at its loss.�

�You shouldn�t be so bloody fat � you need to lay off the otter, mate. Fierce fattening is otter.� Spike cocked his head to the side and frowned. �Not sure why � they eat fish and swim a lot so ��

�Spike!� yelled Angel. �Shut up! And I�m not fat � I�m just big boned.�

Spike grinned. �Yeah, right. If you say so.�

�Least I�m not scrawny like you.�

�Hey! I�m not scrawny � I�m athletic � it�s all muscle, mate � you should know.� He leered at Angel and licked his lips. His cock was throbbing fit to burst.

�So,� said Angel slowly. �Get out of the car, Spike.�

Spike sighed and opened the door. �Of all the stupid sodding ideas��

Angel shook his head as he got out and walked to the trunk of the car. Spike was still muttering in the background, but Angel just ignored him and took out a large fur blanket from the trunk. He slammed the lid shut and strode purposefully away from the car.

�Oi! Where�re you going? Wait up.�

Spike fumbled with his jeans, trying to squeeze his genitals back inside. He gave it up as a bad job and jogged after Angel. His grandsire was standing outside a large mausoleum when he caught up with him. He glanced at Spike as he approached and grinned when he saw that Spike was cupping his cock and balls in his hands in an effort to protect them from the weather.

�Try wearing jeans that don�t look like they�re painted on and you might be able to do them up,� said Angel.

�Yeah, yeah. So are we going in there or what? �Cause I tell you if I stand in this bloody snow for any lo��

Angel smothered his words with a kiss. Sometimes that was the only way to shut Spike up. He broke off the kiss, kicked the door to the mausoleum open and pulled Spike inside by his dick.

�Ow! Take it easy,� complained Spike as he tried to keep up. It was harder than it looked; walking when someone was holding your cock.

Angel threw the fur onto the floor and pulled Spike, none too gently, down with him as he laid on it.

�Now where was I?� Angel mused.

Spike shifted his hips. ��Bout there, I think.�

�So I was,� chuckled Angel. �What did I tell you about staying still?�

Spike stuck out his bottom lip and rolled his eyes. �Thought that was just �cause I was driving.�

�You don�t need to think. Just do as I say,� said Angel firmly. �Don�t freaking move.�

Spike closed his eyes. �All right, all right, keep your hair on.�

Angel�s hand, which had never left Spike� cock since it led him inside, went to work. He expertly teased Spike�s cock until he was once more on the verge of climax. Angel loved how Spike panted when he got close to coming. He rubbed his thumb over the swollen head, and wiped the moisture from there down the length of Spike�s cock.

�Please, Angel��

Angel ignored him and let the rhythm of his hand slow.   He grinned as Spike started to thrust upwards before remembering his orders and lying still once more. Angel increased the speed and pressure of his grip.   Spike�s head lolled back on the fur, his eyes half closed, tongue curled behind his top teeth as he panted. This was why Angel had had no intention of bringing Spike to a climax whilst he was driving. The blond vampire gave himself up too completely to be able to control the car.

Angel planted a kiss on Spike�s lips and felt Spike groan into his mouth as his fist worked his cock. Angel counted in his head. One�two�three! On three, Spike came with a cry that echoed around the mausoleum loud enough to make dust float off the surfaces and into the air. His eyes rolled back in his head as his cold seed spurted on to his stomach, and Angel wasn�t completely sure that Spike hadn�t actually passed out.

Angel marvelled at how still Spike could be when he told him to. If they ever played the same game the other way around, the only way that Spike could make Angel not move was by tying him down.   Angel�s pants where now uncomfortably tight and he unzipped them and freed his cock.

�Spike?� said Angel, giving him a nudge, hoping that he�d return the favour. Spike didn�t move.

�Shit,� muttered Angel. �Looks like it�s self-service for me.�

Kneeling beside Spike with his legs spread wide, Angel started to tease his cock. He increased the rhythm of his pulls and closed his eyes as his balls began to draw up. Spike, watching through half opened eyes allowed a grin to split his face when he saw Angel�s eyes close. Although he�d only just come � and bloody brilliant it was too � his cock still managed to twitch with interest as his lover wanked himself off next to him.

Angel arched his back and with a muffled yell, he came hard. His milky spendings joining Spike�s own on the blond�s belly. When he�d come down from his climax, Angel opened his eyes to find Spike staring at him. He leaned down and kissed Spike gently on the lips. Spike growled and cupped his hand behind Angel�s head, deepening the kiss with bruising force.

They grinned at each other like a right couple of ponces when they broke off.

�So,� said Spike with a leer. �Got any other plans for me?�

�Greedy little slut, aren�t you?�

Spike shrugged. �Just it�s gonna be light soon, so we�re stuck here until tonight.�

�Suppose you�re right,� replied Angel, his eyes almost scorching Spike with their intensity. �Come here then.�

He lay down next to Spike and hugged the blond�s body to his, then wrapped the fur blanket around them so they were cocooned in its warmth. Beneath the fur, the two shed their clothes and began to make love. Spike sighed dreamly as Angel�s fingers breached him and stroked his prostate. He couldn�t think of a better way to pass the day, and wondered if Angel had remembered that the Viper�s necrotinted glass meant they were safe to drive in daylight?

Spike was pretty sure that he had.
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