Swan Song | By : Kyuuketsuki Category: BtVS AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 4832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Innocent. So innocent. He watched the younger vampire as he slept. The soft moon-gold of his hair was a shock contrast to the black satin of his sheets, head resting on his arm rather than the pillow that had become tucked under his chin. His body, half-curled on his side, was as lean and youthful as the day he had been made, and in his slumber he looked as innocent and harmless as a child. Angelus smiled to himself as he reached out to touch the silk-covered shoulder. Spike was still weak... and that made him easy prey....
He gently played his fingers over the red silk. Spike twitched slightly and mumbled into the pillow, but didn’t wake. Angelus grinned; he had always been a heavy sleeper. That would make it even easier.
;Lig;Lightning fast the first metal cuff was around the wrist of his outstretched arm. Spike’s eyes fluttered open as both of his arms were roughly pulled behind him and bound with the click of the other cuff. He rolled crystal blue and smiled a bit, still sleepy.
"In the mood to play, luv? Very well, just be gentle. I am still weak, you know…"
"Oh, I know." Spike twisted on the bed as Angelus’ mocking voice danced in his ear. His face distorted from pale beauty to grim death. Angelus slammed him back against the bed, fingers tight around his throat. His other hand flicked back the soft material from Spike’s chest, caressing the smooth, hard flesh beneath it, "Now this can go two ways. You can be a good little boy and I’ll only hurt you a little, or you can fight and I’ll make you wish you were never born. To be honest, I prefer the latter…" he twisted one of Spike’s pale nipples between his fingers.
The younger vampire yelped and kicked out at him, catching Angelus hard in the groin. He rocked backwards on the bed, relinquishing his hold on Spike’s throat to cup his injured pride. Spike aimed his second kick at his sire’s jaw, and was surprised as his ankle was caught in a grip tight as a beartrap. Angelus’ dark eyes smoldered with anger and amusement.
"So, you’re not as weak as you pretend to be. Should have known. You’ve always been an expert con man…" Angelus’ smile was a Cheshire’s grin, "You always did like to play games… Always want to be the alpha in our little family. Well, I hate to break it to you, "luv" but there’s only room for one pack leader, and I’m it."
"You bloody wish…" Spike snarled. He had been hoping they would think he was still an invalid for just a little longer, until he was truly strong enough to finish Angelus off for good and get out of this accursed town with Dru forever.
"We’re gonna play a new game now. My rules. They’re very simple. I’m going to fuck your pretty British brains out, and you’re going to like it," He delighted in the shocked rage on Spike’s face and returned it with a look of mock sympathy, "Oh, don’t worry. I know it’s been a long while. I’ll be gentle… maybe."
Angelus barked in surprised pain as Spike’s other leg shot out and his heel made contact with his chest. Maybe if Spike had been stronger it wouldn’t have been a futile move..
"That hurt… but nowhere near as much as you’re going to…" He shifted to game face and brought his fist down hard against Spike’s jaw. The younger yelped at the sudden blow, then snarled at his captor like a trapped animal.
"I’ll kill you, you bloody bas—" Angelus cut him off mid sentence with another hard blow.
"You’ll do nothing. You’d be dust in a pauper’s grave right now if Dru hadn’t changed you… if I hadn’t changed her. I think you owe me for that," he wrestled the smaller vampire onto his stomach, muffling his curses in the thick pillows. Spike’s fingers clawed wildly, hoping to gain purchase on some vulnerable part of his captor with no success. Angelus tucked Spike’s ankles under his arms, freeing his hands. He ignored the younger’s struggles and began to work his pants off, "Just like opening presents on Christmas morning."
If he needed to breathe, Spike would have been gasping against the pillow for lack of air. He strove desperately to free his still-weak legs from his sire’s grip as he felt the crimson silk being tugged away from his backside.
The struggling of his offspring served little more than to tangle the red material tighter around his legs. Angelus roared in frustration as he tugged at the waist of Spike’s pajamas, and tore them away in a flash of blind rage. He saw Spike stiffen deliciously for a moment as they came away with a loud ripping sound. Spike immediately began to scream a long string of obscenities at his grandsire. Angelus clicked his tongue, smiling.
"Now that’s no way to behave! I think someone needs to learn some manners." He began tearing what was left of Spike’s pants into long strips. The first he tied tight around his ankles, and then another strip just above his knees, immobilizing his legs. He brought the third strip up to Spike’s mouth, then smiled and tied it around his neck in a large bow, "It would be a shame if I couldn’t hear you scream…"
Angelus listened to Spike scream and swear and promise exquisite tortures on him for several minutes before dragging his squirming body over his lap. He ran a cold hand over the pale, firm buttocks before him, gently squeezing one before parting them a little. Flicking a finger over the tight opening that twitched and quivered at being exposed, he pushed just the very tip in, holding it there for a moment, feeling the ring of muscle desperately trying to expel him. He chuckled a little and slowly twisted it out, then began lightly rubbing and massaging the lean cheeks before bringing his hand down sharply across them.
Spike inhaled sharply in surprise at the sudden pain, then began to thrash wildly as the blows began to rain down harder and faster. He could hear Angelus laughing at him in delight over his own screams of anguish and outrage. He spat every swear and curse he had learned in his life, oblivious to the fact that it only caused his sire to double his efforts. Feathers floated around his head as he began to maul the pillow nearest to him in an attempt to redirect his frustration.
Angelus was surprised to find that such cool flesh could heat up so quickly, as well as turn such a delightful shade of pink. He didn’t expect to get any tears out of his victim, so he was not disappointed when Spike took to shredding a pillow with his fangs instead of begging him for mercy. He began to spank with all of his vampiric strength until Spike’s voice was a long, incoherent screech occasionally punctuated by recognizable four-letter words spat with a hard accent.
He stopped for a moment to survey his work. Spike’s backside was a delightful shade of bruised dark red, bordering on purple from hips to thighs. Several times his nails had scratched the injured flesh, leaving a few thin, bloody lines crisscrossed here and there. He rubbed and squeezed the swollen cheeks before landing one last hard smack on the tender spot where thigh meets rump. He thought he heard a muffled groan from his captive, and tittered.
"Has my lovely little boy learned his lesson?" Spike was death-still, unresponsive. Angelus grabbed him by the shoulders and craned him around, "Answer me… Oh, what’s this now?" He could see the slight reddish tinge to the younger’s glowing eyes, and his eyelashes shone with the slight moisture he was desperately fighting to keep contained. Angelus ran his hand across Spike’s soft cheek, cooing in false-comfort, "Does it hurt? Good." Spike’s face hardened and changed and he spat in his sire’s face, resuming his tirade of vulgarities.
Angelus wiped his face in what was left of Spike’s pajamas, snarling. No, he hadn’t learned a thing, had he? He just continued to fight and swear despite the amount of pain he was in.
"Fine. Have it your way!" Angelus slammed him down on the bed, hard enough to stun. In almost one motion he shoved his own pants down and tore the binding ribbons off, forcing Spike onto his knees and pulling his legs open. He knelt between the spread thighs, eyeing his next point of conquest, and allowed just the very tip of his head to brush the cool opening for a minute, musing and enjoying Spike’s wriggling. Bound as he was, it seemed more erotic teasing than genuine desperation. He shrugged, then, and shoved just the head in with one hard thrust.
Spike’s scream was music to his ears, and he forced his entire length the rest of the way in, eliciting another howl. Angelus couldn’t suppress a moan of delight. It was tight, smooth, and almost warm.
"Mnnnn… If I had known you would feel this good, I’d have done this a LONG time ago… Damn… It HAS been a long time if you’re THIS tight…" he pulled out and rolled Spike onto his back, "I want to see your face… I want to see your suffering." He pulled Spike’s legs up over his shoulders and re-entered him. He heard Spike’s voice crack slightly as he began thrusting in and out with the intention of causing as much pain as possible.
"You know you’re enjoying this. Don’t try to deny it."
"Damn you…" Angelus could clearly hear him fighting back tears.
"Don’t think I don’t remember old times… You always did enjoy preying on handsome young men… Bring them back to the house…" he leaned over and licked at Spike’s shoulder, working his way down to catch one of his nipples in his sharp teeth, "But even then you were the one in charge. Promising to kill them if they didn’t please you…" he worked his way back up to Spike’s ear, chewing on the lobe, "Don’t think for a second I don’t know about Gabriel," he whispered, feeling Spike go stiff.
"W-What? H-how…"
"Oh, yes. Don’t worry, I let him be. But I’m glad to see that since then you’ve learned that just because a boy’s handsome isn’t a legitimate reason to make him a vampire. Just because you wanted him to live forever so he could bugger you every time you’re too horny to sit straight…" he emphasized each word with a tooth-rattling thrust into Spike’s bruised body, "When was the last time you saw him, hmm? Feels to me like it’s been a long, LONG while…"
Spike swallowed back a sob. For decades he was sure Gabriel was his best kept secret, something only he knew about. Angelus had always claimed that there was nothing he could keep from him, but this one he was sure was just his. He had only been a vampire two months when he sired Gabriel because he fell in love with the young man’s sweet face, soft eyes, and gentle voice.
Angelus grinned ear to ear as he watched Spike’s resolve beginning to crumble. He had hit a raw nerve. Lording his knowledge about the secret lover over Spike’s head was thrilling. He had been waiting so long for a chance to use it against him. Spike turned his head away from him, eyes shut, desperately trying to hide his tears. Angelus allowed him to think he didn’t notice for a moment. Then he leaned over and began to lick them away.
He didn’t try to hide them anymore once he felt his grandsire’s tongue on his face. Instead he struggled to maintain a semblance of dignity and not turn into a blubbering mess. The tears flowed freely, easily, cold water across cold skin. It seemed to dull the pain between his legs a little; searing throbbing subsided to a dull ache. At least until Angelus broke his pace and began thrusting faster.
Angelus reveled in the smell of suffering, of pain, and reached down and felt the soft pat-pat of blood dripping onto his fingers. He painted a smile on Spike’s stomach with it, chuckling to himself. Blood streaked his lower stomach and thighs, Spike’s thighs and buttocks, the sheets… and it was exhilarating.
"I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in 200 years…." He growled, gripping Spike’s hips hard enough to draw more blood with his nails. His thrusts became wild and erratic, all rhythm lost as he hammered at the trembling flesh beneath him. He pressed his face into Spike’s neck as he felt his climax boiling up in him.
Spike shrieked as Angelus’ fangs tore into his throat, a final violation, as he buried himself as deep as he could into his body. He felt wave after tepid wave of his grandsire’s seed filling him, burning his shredded insides. It was all he could do to not break down into piteous sobs.
Spent, Angelus slumped against Spike, then leaned up to stare at him. He’d lost game face long ago, and the crystalline blue of his eyes shone brightly with unshed tears. Still, in those azure, hate-filled depths he saw what he wanted. More than the now blazing loathing for him, he saw fear. Fear and submission fitting his pretty little omega.
Angelus licked the blood from his mouth and began to say something when the soft sound of slippered footsteps caught both their attention. Drusilla stood in the bedroom doorway, lupine eyes glittering brightly, playing with a discarded strip of the scarlet silk. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, running a slender hand around Spike’s face, then around Angelus’. She stared at the blood staining the sheets for a moment, then gave Spike an almost sympathetic look before turning to Angelus.
"Do it again…?"
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