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Hell Is In the Details	By : SpikesHeart Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hell Is In the Details � Chapter 7 � I Am My Brother�s Keeper

The trip back to Lorne�s was made in utter silence. They�d
found Spike, which was totally unexpected. In principal, they had known it was
a rescue mission, but were expecting to come away with the knowledge that he�d been
dust for months. Now that they had the actual vampire in question seat belted in
the back of the car, his head resting in Lorne�s lap, the question became: �What
next?�

Gunn gripped the steering wheel tightly. �Are you sure you
want to do this, man? Take him home with you?�

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Of course he wasn�t
sure. What did he know about the care and feeding of vampires? �What would
you have me do, friend? There�s only one person who could properly take care of
him, and he�s the very person we have to keep him away from.�

�You�ve got one seriously messed up bloodsucker on your
hands.� Gunn shook his head. �All right, I�ll amend that to we�ve got one seriously messed up
bloodsucker on our hands. In for a penny, in for a pound,
right?�

Lorne laid his hand on his confidant�s shoulder. �Thanks,
cookie. This is going to be hard enough with both of us involved. First things
first, we need to get this cutie pie all tucked up in bed and out of sight. Do
you think you can make a blood run?�

�Yeah, no problem.� Gunn rubbed his
chin in thought. �Have to make sure to hit a blood bank that doesn�t deliver to
Wolfram & Hart. Wouldn�t be the smartest move to use the
office account to have blood delivered elsewhere. Avoiding suspicion is
of paramount importance.�

The green-skinned demon brushed his hand gently over Spike�s
pale forehead, smoothing tendrils of hair away from his face.

�You poor bastard,� he murmured. �No matter what you might
have done to set off the boss�� Lorne sighed. There were no words to justify
what Angel had done.

~*~

Gunn brought the car to a full stop in the driveway. �I�m gonna have to get this car fumigated, man � our boy is a
bit ripe for socializing right now.�

Gathering Spike up in his arms, Lorne exited the car. �Yeah,
it�s become increasingly obvious that I need to get him washed up. It�s as good
a time as any to check out his injuries.�

He shifted the unconscious vampire in his arms, making sure
he had a solid grip. �I�ve gotta go, doll � the lure
of the bath awaits. See you soon with that blood?�

Gunn offered a short salute. �You got it � a cooler full of
yummy human goodness for the vampire of the day.�

As the car pulled down the driveway, Lorne turned, opened
his door and carried Spike up to the guestroom. Gently placing him on the bed,
he went into the adjoining bathroom and filled the tub with hot water, knowing
it would cool a bit before Spike was ready.

Not knowing if the vampire would hear or take comfort in
anything he said, Lorne spoke in a soft, soothing voice.
It eased his own nerves, anyway.

�Looks like personal hygiene wasn�t
their utmost priority, sport � I�ve got a nice bathtub full of warm water for
you. Hopefully getting rid of the crud will help you rest easier.

From the smells and the red stains seeping through they
blanket they'd wrapped Spike in, Lorne could tell this wasn't going to be easy.
His poor stomach, what it had already been through during one night already...
still, couldn't be a patch on what the vampire had to have suffered. Was still suffering, if his faint twitches and soft moans even
while unconscious were anything to go by.

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You can do this, Lorney-boy. Just
open the blanket.

Gently as he could, he unwrapped
the edges of the rough material and peeled them away from Spike's naked frame.
The smell of blood and come, both old and new, hit him afresh. He fought not to stumble back, but he
desperately wished he had some menthol to smear under his nose. Spike was
filthy.

Not only dirty, for all of Pret's
talk about a hose-down, but badly hurt, too. Lorne's green fingers probed
gently at him, starting from the neck and working his way down. Some things
squeaked - fractured bones? � and some had a too-soft
feel to them, like rotten fruit.

He hesitated before unwrapping the
part of the blanket that covered Spike's crotch. Knowing Pret,
it would be worst of all here.

With a deep breath, he uncovered the damage.

His stomach flipped over at the first incredulous look, and
he fought not to be sick for the second time that day. Damage?
More like near-destruction. All of it Pret's
work, or at his permission. A human couldn't survive something like that
and stay a man.

A leather ring, at least two sizes two small, trapped
Spike's engorged cock so tightly that it bit into the skin. Dick and balls both were nearly black with pooled
blood, skin nearly splitting underneath a layer of demon saliva and who knew
what else. The edges of an ugly, homemade piercing were ragged around the end
of a rough-and-ready Prince Albert
that looked no better than a bent nail shoved through the tip of his cock. A
chain � looked like bicycle chain, and way too short � leading from the PA to a
heavy looking ring stabbed through his navel and lower belly kept the painful
organ bent up at a sharp angle. Both
stank of raw flesh, constantly pulled at and kept open, never left to heal.

"Oh, gods," Lorne murmured, terrified to touch the
mess. "That's got to come off you right now."

Only... what would happen when it did? Would he come so hard
he woke screaming with the pain of it?
Would the wounds flutter and pulse open, without giving him any relief
at all? Maybe he should wait for Gunn.

No � no. Gunn didn't need to see this. Bad enough he had to
himself. Let Spike keep some of his pride, anyhow.

There was a pair of metal shears and some good strong
scissors in a drawer nearby, he knew. He'd just have to pray that he could snip
those bonds loose and give Spike relief from what had to be unbearable pain
without him waking up to experience it.

Had to do it. He couldn't take
those near-silent moans and grimaces anymore.

His shaking hands reached for the instruments. "Okay, bubbeleh," he whispered. "Let's get you
free."

At the first touch of Lorne�s hand on the vampire�s damaged
genitalia, Spike arched his back completely off the bed � body taut in its
agony, mouth wide open in a silent scream. Even there, in the soft pink tissues
of his mouth, the damage was terrible.

�So sorry, peach-pie.� He had to
restrain his own sobs. Between being compassionate and empathic, he was
overwhelmed by the damage perpetrated on Spike�s person. �I know it�s beyond
painful for you, but it can�t be helped. This stuff has got to come off before you lose what the good lord blessed you
with.�

Steeling himself to the task at
hand, the green-skin demon shakily proceeded to cut through the cock ring �
afraid to peel it off without taking skin with it. The penis twitched once or
twice, and an odd mixture of blood and come oozed out of the slit, around the
piercing, as if it had been contained so long, that the mixture had coagulated.

Shit Not able to
make it to his feet, Lorne lost the battle with his stomach for the second time,
turning his rug into another casualty.

Empty as he was ever going to be, he returned to the piercings, cutting through them as quickly and as carefully
as he could, removing the jagged pieces of metal. More of that coagulated mess
oozed sluggishly from the open wounds.

He wished Gunn would get back with the bloopikepike needed
it, and fast.

Once again, he gathered the writhing vampire in his arms,
and settled him gently into the warmth of the bath, on a folded towel he�d placed
to cushion his broken body, and to keep him from slipping under the water.

It must have been soothing, as Spike stopped thrashing about
and relaxed.

Lorne knelt by the tub, washcloth and antiseptic bath gel in
hand. He made a perfunctory job of cleansing Spike�s delicate skin, not wanting
to open any half healed wounds, or aggravate the fresh ones. He placed one arm
under the vampire�s neck, and with his free hand, pulled the towel down to the
other end of the tub, so he could wash his hair.

�Definitely more than a one bath job, my friend, but this
will have to do for now.�

In a reverse of his previous actions, Spike was returned to
a semi reclining position in the tub. Lorne turned to face the prospect of
removing the cock ring, loathe to cause any more pain,
when the offending piece of leather floated to the surface of the bathwater.

�One less agony for you, at least,� he murmured.

He lifted the now much fresher body out of the tub, and onto
the soft towels he�d placed on the floor in advance. To his relief ~and the vampire�s~ Spike�s penis was only semi-erect, and
much less angry looking. Bruised and abraded, yes, but no longer in danger of
the skin splitting.

n cln class=GramE>�Almost done, muffin. I promise
rest is just moments away.� He gently toweled dried the vampire�s body and
hair, and brought him back to bed.

Damn, spoke to soon.
Returning to the bed with a magenta silk bathrobe, Lorne noticed a small puddle
of blood pooling between Spike�s legs. Cursing himself for being three times a
fool, he wondered how he could possibly have forgotten to check for damage�
there.

�It just doesn�t end for you, does it, Spike?� He sighed,
and gently eased the vampire ovn hin his side. Gingerly spreading his cheeks
apart, he saw that the swollen opening trickled a slow but steady ooze of dark,
thickened blood.

With a delicate touch Lorne probed around the abused pucker,
searching for what, he wasn�t exactly sure. Tender touches, not meant to
intrude ensured that there was nothing foreign lodged inside causing the
bleeding. Wrapping the silk robe around Spike�s body, all he could do was hope
time and fresh blood would be sufficient to heal the wounded creature in his
arms.

Holding Spike close to his chest, Lorne managed to ease a
fresh towel under the vampire�s body to absorb the newly spilled blood. He
wrapped both arms around the spare back, softly rocking and crooning nonsense
words of reassurance and safety.

And the unexpected happened, just as Lorne heard Gunn pull
up. Spike�s lips moved against the crook of his neck � no sound, just soft
movement, and Lorne was grateful that the blood has arrived.

~*~

Warmth. It had been so long he
almost didn�t recognize the sensation for what it was.

Kind
words.

Strong
arms.

He knew what was
coming.

Pain.

Kind words and strong
arms meant agonizing pain.

He curled back in on himself and waited for it.
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