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The More Things Change	By : slashtheboyz Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 12377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or AtS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Warnings/Squicks: Graphic descriptions of abuse and torture. This chapter may squick even the unsquickiest. Non con, Character Death, Extreme Torture.

Cold water splashed over him and he was on fire. He cried out raggedly, weakly. Water ran down from his drenched hair, and dripped from his eyelashes and nose. He was so thirsty even that little bit of moisture was a blessing. He licked it off his lips desperately with his swollen tongue trying to catch as much of it as well as he was able, before it dripped away. It burned his raw throat and made him gag reflexively. It was salty and something else. The bastard had mixed ice and salt with something else in the water. It wasn't deadly but it did cause another kind of fresh pain when the water hit the open welts amd bites covering his body.

He began to tremble uncontrollably from the cold and the fresh waves of agony rolling through his battered body. He panted through his dry mouth and the air whistled in his throat. He was long past coherent thought. All he knew was pain.

A hand lifted his chin and he was looking Angelus in the face. Those cold eyes took in every nuance of the pain he caused, drinking it in and reveling in it. He made sure Xander saw the pleasure he got from it. He leaned forward and snuffled in Xander's neck. He lifted a hand to Xander face stroking across his lips with a thumb in an obscene parody of a lover's caress. He moved his mouth to Xander's ear and whispered. "You smell so good boy. All that pain and fear and hate. You're like Grade A prime steak to me right now."

Xander tried really hard to spit in his smug face, but his mouth was too dry so he just sputtered. "Fuck you." he ground out, and it sounded more like "uk u" with his stiff jaw and enlarged tongue. He could only try to glare his defiance with his half open eye.

Angelus stepped back and let Xander's head flop down again, laughing as he strutted around him speaking in that hateful cheery voice.

"Now, there's no need to be churlish. We'll get to that. I wish I had more time to play with you, but alas I have responsibilities, I'm sure you understand. We're going out tonight and I have to get you ready. I'm going to show you off as the newest member of the family. Then once you're settled I have an appointment with The Beast. You ought to be flattered. None of my other childer got to be brought into the family publicly, Xander. I just have a couple of things to do to get you ready for your special night and we'll go. I wonder if the Slayer will send me a thank you note for upgrading her little lap dog to a wolf?"

Angelus pushed on his raw back and he swayed in the chains. The movement caused fresh waves of agony to crash over him and he let out a deep agonized groan.

Angelus let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he walked away. " I just love it when you sing for me. You're such a romantic boy. I'm going to enjoy training you boy. We'll be together for a very long time. I'll teach allll my favorite songs. You just sing them so well for me. From now on you'll sing them just for me."

He could only make out the blur of shoes turning and walking out of sight. He could hear a metallic clinking sound and then he smelled fire. Then the shoes came back. He croaked out a raw sound as he was lifted and a positioned over a narrow waist high bench with his legs dangling. The relief to his shoulder joints was outweighed by the jostling of every other painful point in his body. Angelus kicked his legs apart and tied them to the legs of the bench. A restraint was pulled around his waist and tightened almost unbearably. Waves of pain washed over him creating nausea, he whined and panted and gratefully slid into darkness again.

A sharp slap to his broken leg brought him back to a wavering awareness again some indeterminate time later. "Wake up boy. It's time to get you ready. I have something extra special I 'm doing just for you. You can show me how grateful you are later. In fact I'll insist on it. You're never going to forget this night. But then special times like this shouldn't be forgotten. I know I'm going to savor the memories for a long time to come. I've been hard for days, but I wanted to save it for our wedding night, seeing as you're a virgin and all."

Angelus grabbed his hips in a grip that would leave bruises and ground his cloth covered hardness into the exposed cleft of his ass for a moment. He ran a hand down to his balls and gathered them in his hand squeezing hard enough to force a grunt from his throat. "And I know how nervous virgins can be. See, I can be romantic too? I guess that means we're just made for each other." Angelus chuckled.

Xander faded out again.

A sharp tap on his sore jaw and a hand beneath his chin raising his head brought around again. He could smell something hot and could barely make out a blurry glowing object held up in front of his face.

Angelus let his head flop again. Xander felt him walking round him again to his back sliding a hard hand along his damaged side.

"I'm just sooo excited and you're just so irresistible, I might just come before the main event, boy. Well let's get this show on the road. Are you ready?" In a syrupy sweet caring voice. "Here we go."

Xander felt a hand on his buttocks pulling his ass cheeks further apart. He felt something touch his anus, he heard a hiss and smelled burning flesh. Then he felt the the hard object touch his balls and rest there. Another hiss. Then it touched the head of his dangling cock. He didn't feel anything at first, then it was icy cold, then he felt the searing heat. The agony ran up his spine and ignited every nerve in his body and exploded in his brain. He convulsed in the restraints, the fresh torment overriding every other pain for the moment. He let out an inhumanly raw sound. His mouth open wide unable to scream and tears pouring from his eyes.

He gagged as the pain made his body try to vomit, but it was dry jerking painful heaves, there was nothing to come up. He heard a whimpering from far away and and realized that he was the one whimpering.

Angelus quickly put down the hot metal rod and circled round to the stand in front of Xander. He ripped open his pants panting with excitement and jerked his cock free. He lifted the boy's face with one hand and with the other his fed his cock into the boy's gaping mouth. He grabbed the boy's hair with both hands and rammed his cock into the boy's mouth up to the balls. He slammed his cock head savagely into the boy's throat again and again, bruising damaged tissues further. And he came, sooner than he wanted to, with a snarl. He pulled back enough to watch some of his come fill the boy's mouth and pulled out and spurted the rest on the boy's agonized face.

Xander heard from far away and fading away into darkness. "There, now you're ready. I have to make sure there's enough of you left for your special performance."

The next little while was like a flickering light. Flick on; being rolled up in something soft, the burns and broken bones flaring into new agony, mewling and panting. Flick off.

Flick on; being carried somewhere a keening in his throat. Flick off.

Flick on; the noise of a crowd. Flick off.

Flick on; a liquid being forced into his mouth and running out the sides of his mouth and scorching down his raw throat. A cheerful voice in his ear. " You can't miss the best part, boy. I want you to sing for me. This'll help."

Thrown face down on a hard surface. Hands forcing his legs apart. Hard hands spreading his ass cheeks and a hard cock slamming into his burnt raw anus sending insane amounts of fresh agony through his body. He could feel a slickness running down from his anus and pooling under his belly as his damaged flesh tore and bled. The burned head of his cock being ground into the hard surface beneath him and a hand squeezing his raw burnt balls. And those inhuman animal sounds coming from his throat again. Like the caw of a crow, dying down to a whimper and rising again at each thrust into his abused body.

"That's.. right.. boy... sing... for.... me..let ..them ..hear...you." Angelus panted between each hard thrust rocking his inert body. "It's almost time boy. get ready. You're gonna be mine forever."

With those words the agony that had become Xander's world lifted for just a moment. " Never. I'll never be yours." He tried to say. But Angelus was coming. He grabbed a handful of hair, jerked Xander's head back and over. He struck like a snake, biting savagely, pulling his blood out hard and fast. Xander knew he was slipping away and he kept up the mantra of denial in his head. Never be yours. Never be yours. Never be yours. And his awareness started to fade. Finally. He could quit hurting. He could escape Angelus. He could rest.

He was barely aware when he was flipped onto his back, he couldn't feel his body anymore, and his jaw forced open and a liquid was dripped into his mouth. All he was aware of was blessed liquid that soothed his parched mouth and damaged tissues. Blackness started to close in and he heard his heartbeat in his ears as it slowed and stuttered. And he knew no more.
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