Make a Wish

The dark head and the blond were bent submissively but Angel could hear the hissed whispers.

“Should have known he’d get pissed off.”

“It was supposed to make him happy!”

“You two. You’re supposed to be quiet.”

Wesley dared to turn, bound wrists flexing. “It was for your birthday! You’d come in and find us –”



“You took too long,” Spike growled. “And we didn’t know you’d bring a client with you. Punishing us isn’t fair.”

Angel studied them; naked, kneeling, Spike’s ass sadly only pink now, Wesley’s still scarlet.

“My birthday? Then I pick the party games.”

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