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Midnight and Roses	By : dayrunner Category: BtVS AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 5179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Midnight and Roses
Author: Dayrunner
Fandom: BTVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: Dom Spike/Sub Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In this AU, Spike will always be the Alpha/Dominate/Master vampire. Angel will always be the Beta/Submissive human. Spike will turn Angel eventually, making him his dependent Childe. What made Angel fall in love with Spike? Or, was it the other way around?
Warning: This chapter contains brutality and rape.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from BTVS.
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MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 3
There was still an hour or so before sunrise when Angel got up quietly from Buffy’s bed and got dressed. He looked over at her still form, her back turned away from him, before he silently made his way to the door and left. He always left her house before sunrise. It was what she had wanted in a relationship that was all one sided. Her side... always her side.
Angel slowly shuffled down the street toward his apartment, shoulders hunched over in exhaustion, his hands jammed into his pockets. His mind was in such turmoil. The relationship with Buffy was less than perfect, to say the least, and his encounter with Spike earlier didn’t help matters much, either, so it was no wonder he was feeling out of sorts. Then, as if Fate had decided to laugh at his misery, it started to rain. Hard.
“Great . . . ” Angel sighed. He turned up the collar on his shirt and started to sprint toward the cemetery. It would only take a few minutes to get home if he used the shortcut. It was the most logical route, considering that he was already soaked and starting to get cold.
The dash through the cemetery had Angel zigzagging between the tombstones like the football pro he had once been in college. The run on the slippery grass reminded him of the good times he had as a running back, playing in the rain, sliding in the mud, listening to the roar of the crowd as he ran. So absorbed was he in his reminiscence, he had forgotten that he would have to pass by Spike’s crypt on his way out. Then, all of a sudden, there he was, standing outside in the rain, in front of the place he had run away from only hours before. Spike’s place.
Angel was out of breath from his run, but his breathing got harsher when he realized where he was. Spike’s crypt loomed directly in front of him and he was not happy, especially when he saw the faint white light flickering through one of the windows. Spike must still be up. He closed his eyes and muttered in frustration. “Oh, fuck...”
As if on a cue, the door to the crypt opened slowly and there was Spike, standing silhouetted against the soft light behind him. He was still dressed in the tight black tee shirt and jeans from earlier, the only difference now was, he was in his bare feet.
“Back so soon, luv?” Spike grinned and raised the beer bottle he was holding in salute.
Angel groaned and ran one big hand through his wet, matted hair. “Spike...”
The few uncomfortable moments the two men stood staring at each other seemed like a lifetime until Spike broke the silence.
“So, you gonna stand there all day and catch your death or do you wanna come in and dry off a bit?”
“Huh,” Angel huffed. “Invite me in so you can try your shit on me again? I don’t think s...” The word slurred as Angel’s knees buckled out from under him and he started to faint.
“Oh, bloody hell...”
Before the beer bottle Spike was holding shattered on the ground, he was at Angel’s side, catching the big man before he fell. He easily scooped Angel up into his strong arms and carried him into his home.
Spike’s first instinct was to put Angel on his bed since he had scavenged only the barest of essentials for the crypt. It wouldn’t be wise to lay him down on the cold marble floor in his condition, making the bed the logical choice. But then, the blond vampire quickly remembered how Angel was freaked out by his excess in the art of seduction, and opted to gently put him down in the horsehair chair instead.
“Bullocks...” Spike mumbled to no one in particular as he stepped back and ran a hand through his perfectly gelled hair. “What have you gotten yourself into now, Peaches?”
Spike took in a deep breath of Angel’s scent and was relieved to find that he smelled fine. Outside of having the remnants of booze and cuts from earlier, the only other scent he had on him was that of Buffy.
“Just my luck, eh?” Spike smirked. “Fuck the slayer, then show up here to let me know you’re not gay... as if I care...”
But, deep down inside his unbeating heart, Spike did care, more than he was willing to admit. Angel had rekindled a spark that was long buried inside the Master vampire. He had convinced himself long ago that he could never care for another being again, especially not the way he was feeling about Angel. The handsome warrior filled him with such longing, so much so that it hurt if he couldn’t be near him, even when he knew he could never have him.
Spike sighed heavily and went to retrieve a towel and a blanket for Angel. He could feel the coldness of the crypt creeping past Angel’s wet skin and into his bones and he would surely catch pneumonia if he didn’t dry off soon. He padded over to the little shelf where he kept his meager possessions and pulled down a tattered towel and a threadbare blanket.
“Not much to look at, I guess, but they’re clean,” Spike observed as he brought them over to the chair where Angel was slumped, still unconscious.
“Angel? Luv... can you hear me? You all right?” Spike straddled Angel’s legs and puts his hands on the big man’s shoulders lightly shaking him. A slight groan came from Angel’s lips and he shifted his weight a bit but he didn’t open his eyes.
“Well, looks like you’ll live, pet,” Spike smiled. He reached forward to dry Angel’s wet hair, but stopped for an instant to take a long look at the handsome face. It was the first time he had ever taken the time to really look at Angel. It was different, seeing him relaxed, without the furrowed eyebrows and the slight glower he always seemed to have. Spike wanted to touch Angel’s cheek and knew he shouldn’t, but when would he have another chance? He hesitantly raised his hand and let his fingers glide lightly over Angel’s jaw line. Spike closed his eyes and let out an unneeded breath. When had this man become so important to him that now, just being in his presence, was giving him a hard on?
Angel’s eyes shot open when Spike touched him. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and roughly wrenched Spike’s hand away from his face, making the vampire cry out in pain.
“Spike! What the fuck...?” Angel roared as he stood, dragging Spike with him. Before Spike had a chance to say anything, Angel drove one knee into Spike’s crotch so hard, it sent him flying across the room. Spike hit the wall face first with such force, he heard his nose crack along with several ribs. He crumbled into a heap on the floor with a sickening thud, almost unconscious.
“Why’d ya do that for? What’d I do, then?” Spike managed to rasp out as he tried to get up, blood pouring from his nose.
“I told you, Spike... I’m not gay. I don’t want your filthy hands on me... ever!” Angel growled as he stormed over to Spike’s crumpled form and grabbed him by the tee shirt. He dragged the blond vampire up onto his feet and slammed him face first against the wall again. Angel pressed himself tightly against Spike’s back and whispered low into his ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, Spike? Is that what you’ve been wanting? To feel my big dick giving it to you up the ass?”
The vampire could feel the big man’s erection pressed firmly against his back and he could smell Angel’s arousal mixed with fear and confusion. Spike was no stranger to rape. It had happened before. He had been violated by his Sire, when he had been in prison, when he had been tortured, and it was going to happen again, with a man that he thought he had feelings for.
Angel held Spike pinned against the wall with one big hand while he undid his zipper with the other, letting his engorged cock bounce free. He reached around Spike’s waist and opened his pants, pulling them down roughly just far enough so that his ass was exposed.
“Angel, please,” Spike begged. “Please don’t do this...”
Angel hesitated for a moment, then lined up his thick cock between Spike’s cheeks and pushed into his opening with one hard thrust. Spike let out a scream of anguish as the hardness forced it’s way into his body. Angel could feel Spike’s tissues tearing and he felt blood as he pressed in hard, but he did not stop until he was fully seated inside. With Spike’s blood easing the way, Angel started a brutal rhythm so hard that the small vampire was lifted off his feet with every thrust.
Spike panted laboriously as blood from his broken nose ran down his face and into his mouth. His broken ribs were giving him agonizing chest pains, and even though he had no need to breathe, he couldn’t think straight enough not to. Each thrust of Angel’s big cock into his body lifted him up onto his toes and burned into his opening like fire. His fingers clawed helplessly at the wall he was pinned against as he tried to endure the unending pain, but it was not enough. He could still feel...
As Angel pumped hard toward completion, the cool tightness of Spike’s channel spasming around him was something he had never felt before, and mercifully for Spike, it was enough to make him cum. Angel was panting hard as he pulled out of Spike but he did not move away from the blond vampire until he kissed him lightly on his neck. “I’m sorry, Spike...” he whispered harshly before he broke away to pull up his pants.
Spike moaned in relief as Angel’s heavy weight left his back and he slid down the wall to the floor, crumpling like a rag doll. Angel took a step back and looked on in horror at the beautiful, broken vampire, lying bloodied and half naked at his feet.
“My god, Spike... What have I done to you?” he gasped as hot tears started to make their way down his face.
Spike was trembling uncontrollably as he struggled to make words come out of his mouth. Angel knelt down and gathered the small vampire up into his arms and held him tightly to his chest.
Spike s’ voice was barely a whisper.
“Don’t hate you...”
~tbc~
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