Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos ❯ Passion Interrupted ( Chapter 7 )
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Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.20.2004 | Updated On: 01.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 362 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.20.2004 | Updated On: 01.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 362 | Status: Completed
Chaos
By: S-chan
Chapter 7
At that moment, Ed happened to be traipsing around with Ein at her side, looking for something that was possibly worth eating. She was right outside Spike's bedroom door and couldn't help but hear his passionate cry. Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky 4th may have been hyperactive and extremely strange, but she was by no means stupid. Something in there was obviously wrong and she knew she had to do something about it - so with a loud, frightened howl, she took off to wake Jet.
Faye was also disturbed by Spike's groans and cries, which she could hear through the air conditioning vents. Finally, she got up, grabbed her gun and stormed out of her room. She intended to either tell him off or - if it wasn't him - kill whatever was making all the noise. When she got to Spike's door, she started banging her fist on it.
"You big LUNKHEAD!" she screeched. "What's with all the NOISE!?!"
Spike was teetering on the edge of his control and his pants were still on his body! He was so aroused that it was literally painful. Moans and little choked-up "uh" noises spilled freely from his parted lips. Angel was laying on her side, massaging his inner thighs and smiling like a satisfied house cat, waiting for her splash of cream. Whenever she touched a particularly sensitive spot, Spike tilted his head back and gave a soft cry.
When Jet and Ed came back to investigate the commotion, they found an extremely irritated Faye Valentine swearing at Spike's closed door. She was wearing a short pink terry cloth robe and a facial mask so that no one could tell her face was flushed from yelling. Jet sighed and shook his head, turning to go back down the hall. He just wanted to go back to bed and be away from the insanity for a few hours. Barely audible in the riveted halls were his mutterings about the remnant of his own sanity. Ed gave another howl as she leaped and pounced, landing on his shoulders. She was hollering about "pink chipmunks under Spike-person's bed".
"For the last time, Ed," said Jet exasperatedly. "Spike is---"
Angel had just slipped Spike's pants off him and her hand closed around his bare flesh, rubbing him up and down. Spike's body stiffened and he let out a loud groan, sounding as though he were dying in agony. His mismatched russet eyes, when he could bear to open them, were glazed over in pleasure. Jet's eyes widened slightly and Faye jumped back. Ed went ballistic, shrieking "Ed told you!" while bouncing up and down, pointing at the door. Ein cowered beside a dead potted plant, his paws over his ears and his tailless rear in the air.
"Alright. Maybe something is wrong in there..." said Jet quietly.
He coughed imperiously, stepped forward and gave Spike's door a couple of sharp knocks with his cyborg fist. Nobody and nothing answered. Jet frowned at the door and tried the knob. It rattled for a second, then fell off - Jet, being blunt in his tiredness, swore under his breath. Ed started trying to jam it back in and managed to jam the door more stuck than ever. Faye smacked a hand to her forehead, getting it covered in green goop.
"Well that's just great," she complained as she tried to shake the goop off, kicking the door and swearing so badly that Jet covered Ed's ears.
Angel had started ignoring Spike's obvious arousal, caressing his thighs and nuzzling against his belly. Spike was whimpering in desperation and squirming at her touches, needing so badly to release. One slim hand slid up to stroke him once more. Without any kind of warning, she gave him a quick squeeze. Spike let out a loud, low, shuddering moan, his hands fisting the blankets as his head tossed back and forth out of his control. Angel smiled to herself as she realized that she had him completely helpless at her hands. Neither Spike nor Angel was at all aware of the crowd gathered outside the bedroom.
Faye jumped back, her eyes wide.
"My God, it sounds like he's in pain," she said softly.
"The bad chipmunks!" hollered Ed, flapping her arms around wildly and running in circles before tripping over Ein and skidding across the floor.
Spike's eyes fluttered open at Ed's yells and the *thump* of her hitting the floor.
"Somebody say something?" he mumbled dazedly, panting as if he had been running for hours at top speed without stopping once.
Angel stretched out next to him, pressing her bare body close to his side.
"I think you're just hearing your own moans," she whispered, tracing lightly around his navel with one fingertip. "Am I pleasing you?"
Spike made a low "mmm" sound and took Angel in his arms, turning on his side.
"All too much, I'm afraid," he purred. "And I promised that this night was for you... Just lie back and let me send you to the stars..."
And with that, he was on top of her, with his hot mouth at her throat. Angel gave a surprised squeak and her eyes fluttered. As Spike kissed up and down her throat, his hand slid down her curves. He stopped at her hip. She wriggled comfortably beneath his warm body and his hand inched toward her center.
"Are you ready?" he whispered in her ear. "Be loud for me. Scream out my name..."
His hand slipped between her legs, stroking her inner thighs and feeling where her honey had poured out on her skin. For a moment, he just cupped her smooth, bare mound in his palm, pressing up and slowly rotating his hand from side to side. Slow, steady waves of pleasure coursed through Angel's body, spreading out in her like ripples in a pond. One slender finger slid into her and she gave a soft cry. Spike froze, watching her face carefully. Her skin was pale and she was whimpering as if she were in serious pain.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soothing. "Did I hurt you?"
Angel writhed in pain, gripping Spike's upper arms so hard that her fingernails nearly punctured his skin.
"It's not your fault," she whimpered, her words cut short by her ragged breath. "It happened the day I ran away..."
Spike gently withdrew his finger and was horrified at finding blood in her juices.
"Oh honey," he murmured, reaching for a tissue and wiping his hand clean before wrapping his arms around her and holding her to his chest again. "What did they do to you?"
"Knife play..." whispered Angel, looking ashamed.
Spike placed a gentle kiss on her lips, his heart hurting at the thought of her being in such pain, especially in that most intimate part of her. Her innocence had been taken from her so cruelly and no one seemed to care. She should have had the chance to find her own love, to be free to give herself willingly to the right person. Rage was building in him at the sick bastard who took some evil, twisted sexual pleasure in tormenting her. When he heard Angel whimper again beneath him, he brought his focus back to her face.
"That's terrible..." he said softly, letting his head come to rest on her shoulder, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin against his cheek. "I can't even imagine how it must have hurt you..."
Then he lifted his head and smiled at her, his russet eyes shining.
"But I can still send you high..." he purred comfortingly, slipping one hand down between her thighs again, stroking her softest skin. "You'll heal soon."
Tenderly, with two fingers, he began to massage her little nub. He elicited soft moans as his touch sent pleasure racing through her. Lips still swollen from kisses trembled as more sounds, low groans and her choked voice panting his name, came out. Though he still didn't really know how this all started, Spike knew it felt so right to hear her whispering his name in the dark. Switching the position of his hand, he began slowly rolling Angel's sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh... ohh... ahhh... Please..." moaned Angel, grinding her womanhood against her lover's hand, loving the ways he touched her. "Let me go... mmm... Let me fly... uhn... uhn..."
Obligingly, Spike squeezed her little pearl, on and off over and over again. His other hand came to her left breast while he captured the tip of her right between his lips. Suckling, toying with the two little tips, squeezing the hard bud of nerves sent her high. Quickly, Spike came up to claim her lips with his to quiet her cries.
One more little pinch and she screamed into his mouth. As she kept writhing against his body her frantic hands found his manhood. Spike threw his head back and cried out in pure ecstasy at her fevered movements on his heated arousal. He stroked his lover and guided her through her orgasm as she brought him soaring to his. Angel's juices poured out from her onto the bed and Spike spurted his essence onto both their bellies...
... As Jet's cyborg fist crashed into the door, which crumpled as it fell with a *clang* on the floor.
"What the hell!?" said Jet indignantly.
Faye shrieked and covered Ed's shocked eyes. Ein put his paws over his eyes, his rear once again up in the air. Finally the two lovers, still lying tangled up in each other's bodies, began to return to reality. Spike's russet eyes fluttered open and he shifted a bit. He saw the incredulous crowd in his doorway. His pleasure-blurred gaze traveled from one wide-eyed face to the next, then found the fallen door.
He snapped.
"PERVERTS!" hollered Spike, waking up Angel, who rattled the Bebop's windows with a blood-curdling scream. "WHAT IN THE FUCKIN' HELL ARE YOU DOING!?! WHAT!? DID YOU EXPECT THIS TO TURN INTO A GODDAMN ORGY, FOR CRISSAKES?!?"
Faye started sputtering.
"He... uh... we..." she stammered, pointing at everyone in jerky movements. "I... uh... you... IT'S ALL ED'S FAULT!
"Hey!" was Ed's indignant squawk.
"Spike, what happened was---" began Jet.
"OUT!" roared Spike, covering Angel's bare body with his own and grabbing his gun from the nightstand. "OUT! OUT! OUT!"
He blasted a hole in a ceiling pipe, which resulted in the release of a cloud of foul-smelling steam and everyone getting hit with small pieces of flying metal. Covering Angel with a blanket, not even bothering to cover himself, Spike got up, his face darkened in rage. Ed yelled "the chipmunks is coming!" and dashed from the room, waving her arms. Ein went "WUF! WUF!" and scuttled away after her. Faye turned away, blushing redder than Ein's collar. In seconds, she was scurrying to her room and banging the door shut.
Jet opened his mouth to say something else and got nowhere.
Spike blew out another pipe, wild-eyed in anger.
"Get out," he growled.
Jet turned and left.
By: S-chan
Chapter 7
At that moment, Ed happened to be traipsing around with Ein at her side, looking for something that was possibly worth eating. She was right outside Spike's bedroom door and couldn't help but hear his passionate cry. Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky 4th may have been hyperactive and extremely strange, but she was by no means stupid. Something in there was obviously wrong and she knew she had to do something about it - so with a loud, frightened howl, she took off to wake Jet.
Faye was also disturbed by Spike's groans and cries, which she could hear through the air conditioning vents. Finally, she got up, grabbed her gun and stormed out of her room. She intended to either tell him off or - if it wasn't him - kill whatever was making all the noise. When she got to Spike's door, she started banging her fist on it.
"You big LUNKHEAD!" she screeched. "What's with all the NOISE!?!"
Spike was teetering on the edge of his control and his pants were still on his body! He was so aroused that it was literally painful. Moans and little choked-up "uh" noises spilled freely from his parted lips. Angel was laying on her side, massaging his inner thighs and smiling like a satisfied house cat, waiting for her splash of cream. Whenever she touched a particularly sensitive spot, Spike tilted his head back and gave a soft cry.
When Jet and Ed came back to investigate the commotion, they found an extremely irritated Faye Valentine swearing at Spike's closed door. She was wearing a short pink terry cloth robe and a facial mask so that no one could tell her face was flushed from yelling. Jet sighed and shook his head, turning to go back down the hall. He just wanted to go back to bed and be away from the insanity for a few hours. Barely audible in the riveted halls were his mutterings about the remnant of his own sanity. Ed gave another howl as she leaped and pounced, landing on his shoulders. She was hollering about "pink chipmunks under Spike-person's bed".
"For the last time, Ed," said Jet exasperatedly. "Spike is---"
Angel had just slipped Spike's pants off him and her hand closed around his bare flesh, rubbing him up and down. Spike's body stiffened and he let out a loud groan, sounding as though he were dying in agony. His mismatched russet eyes, when he could bear to open them, were glazed over in pleasure. Jet's eyes widened slightly and Faye jumped back. Ed went ballistic, shrieking "Ed told you!" while bouncing up and down, pointing at the door. Ein cowered beside a dead potted plant, his paws over his ears and his tailless rear in the air.
"Alright. Maybe something is wrong in there..." said Jet quietly.
He coughed imperiously, stepped forward and gave Spike's door a couple of sharp knocks with his cyborg fist. Nobody and nothing answered. Jet frowned at the door and tried the knob. It rattled for a second, then fell off - Jet, being blunt in his tiredness, swore under his breath. Ed started trying to jam it back in and managed to jam the door more stuck than ever. Faye smacked a hand to her forehead, getting it covered in green goop.
"Well that's just great," she complained as she tried to shake the goop off, kicking the door and swearing so badly that Jet covered Ed's ears.
Angel had started ignoring Spike's obvious arousal, caressing his thighs and nuzzling against his belly. Spike was whimpering in desperation and squirming at her touches, needing so badly to release. One slim hand slid up to stroke him once more. Without any kind of warning, she gave him a quick squeeze. Spike let out a loud, low, shuddering moan, his hands fisting the blankets as his head tossed back and forth out of his control. Angel smiled to herself as she realized that she had him completely helpless at her hands. Neither Spike nor Angel was at all aware of the crowd gathered outside the bedroom.
Faye jumped back, her eyes wide.
"My God, it sounds like he's in pain," she said softly.
"The bad chipmunks!" hollered Ed, flapping her arms around wildly and running in circles before tripping over Ein and skidding across the floor.
Spike's eyes fluttered open at Ed's yells and the *thump* of her hitting the floor.
"Somebody say something?" he mumbled dazedly, panting as if he had been running for hours at top speed without stopping once.
Angel stretched out next to him, pressing her bare body close to his side.
"I think you're just hearing your own moans," she whispered, tracing lightly around his navel with one fingertip. "Am I pleasing you?"
Spike made a low "mmm" sound and took Angel in his arms, turning on his side.
"All too much, I'm afraid," he purred. "And I promised that this night was for you... Just lie back and let me send you to the stars..."
And with that, he was on top of her, with his hot mouth at her throat. Angel gave a surprised squeak and her eyes fluttered. As Spike kissed up and down her throat, his hand slid down her curves. He stopped at her hip. She wriggled comfortably beneath his warm body and his hand inched toward her center.
"Are you ready?" he whispered in her ear. "Be loud for me. Scream out my name..."
His hand slipped between her legs, stroking her inner thighs and feeling where her honey had poured out on her skin. For a moment, he just cupped her smooth, bare mound in his palm, pressing up and slowly rotating his hand from side to side. Slow, steady waves of pleasure coursed through Angel's body, spreading out in her like ripples in a pond. One slender finger slid into her and she gave a soft cry. Spike froze, watching her face carefully. Her skin was pale and she was whimpering as if she were in serious pain.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soothing. "Did I hurt you?"
Angel writhed in pain, gripping Spike's upper arms so hard that her fingernails nearly punctured his skin.
"It's not your fault," she whimpered, her words cut short by her ragged breath. "It happened the day I ran away..."
Spike gently withdrew his finger and was horrified at finding blood in her juices.
"Oh honey," he murmured, reaching for a tissue and wiping his hand clean before wrapping his arms around her and holding her to his chest again. "What did they do to you?"
"Knife play..." whispered Angel, looking ashamed.
Spike placed a gentle kiss on her lips, his heart hurting at the thought of her being in such pain, especially in that most intimate part of her. Her innocence had been taken from her so cruelly and no one seemed to care. She should have had the chance to find her own love, to be free to give herself willingly to the right person. Rage was building in him at the sick bastard who took some evil, twisted sexual pleasure in tormenting her. When he heard Angel whimper again beneath him, he brought his focus back to her face.
"That's terrible..." he said softly, letting his head come to rest on her shoulder, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin against his cheek. "I can't even imagine how it must have hurt you..."
Then he lifted his head and smiled at her, his russet eyes shining.
"But I can still send you high..." he purred comfortingly, slipping one hand down between her thighs again, stroking her softest skin. "You'll heal soon."
Tenderly, with two fingers, he began to massage her little nub. He elicited soft moans as his touch sent pleasure racing through her. Lips still swollen from kisses trembled as more sounds, low groans and her choked voice panting his name, came out. Though he still didn't really know how this all started, Spike knew it felt so right to hear her whispering his name in the dark. Switching the position of his hand, he began slowly rolling Angel's sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh... ohh... ahhh... Please..." moaned Angel, grinding her womanhood against her lover's hand, loving the ways he touched her. "Let me go... mmm... Let me fly... uhn... uhn..."
Obligingly, Spike squeezed her little pearl, on and off over and over again. His other hand came to her left breast while he captured the tip of her right between his lips. Suckling, toying with the two little tips, squeezing the hard bud of nerves sent her high. Quickly, Spike came up to claim her lips with his to quiet her cries.
One more little pinch and she screamed into his mouth. As she kept writhing against his body her frantic hands found his manhood. Spike threw his head back and cried out in pure ecstasy at her fevered movements on his heated arousal. He stroked his lover and guided her through her orgasm as she brought him soaring to his. Angel's juices poured out from her onto the bed and Spike spurted his essence onto both their bellies...
... As Jet's cyborg fist crashed into the door, which crumpled as it fell with a *clang* on the floor.
"What the hell!?" said Jet indignantly.
Faye shrieked and covered Ed's shocked eyes. Ein put his paws over his eyes, his rear once again up in the air. Finally the two lovers, still lying tangled up in each other's bodies, began to return to reality. Spike's russet eyes fluttered open and he shifted a bit. He saw the incredulous crowd in his doorway. His pleasure-blurred gaze traveled from one wide-eyed face to the next, then found the fallen door.
He snapped.
"PERVERTS!" hollered Spike, waking up Angel, who rattled the Bebop's windows with a blood-curdling scream. "WHAT IN THE FUCKIN' HELL ARE YOU DOING!?! WHAT!? DID YOU EXPECT THIS TO TURN INTO A GODDAMN ORGY, FOR CRISSAKES?!?"
Faye started sputtering.
"He... uh... we..." she stammered, pointing at everyone in jerky movements. "I... uh... you... IT'S ALL ED'S FAULT!
"Hey!" was Ed's indignant squawk.
"Spike, what happened was---" began Jet.
"OUT!" roared Spike, covering Angel's bare body with his own and grabbing his gun from the nightstand. "OUT! OUT! OUT!"
He blasted a hole in a ceiling pipe, which resulted in the release of a cloud of foul-smelling steam and everyone getting hit with small pieces of flying metal. Covering Angel with a blanket, not even bothering to cover himself, Spike got up, his face darkened in rage. Ed yelled "the chipmunks is coming!" and dashed from the room, waving her arms. Ein went "WUF! WUF!" and scuttled away after her. Faye turned away, blushing redder than Ein's collar. In seconds, she was scurrying to her room and banging the door shut.
Jet opened his mouth to say something else and got nowhere.
Spike blew out another pipe, wild-eyed in anger.
"Get out," he growled.
Jet turned and left.