Hostage, part 12
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thatotherpervhey yall. I know, a thousand years since you last saw this. basically, part 11 was a late ad-on so I had to rewrite almost all of this chapter and that's around the time I got struck with writer's block.
it won't be so long until the next time, promise.
so anyway...threesome sex. yay! still not entirely happy with this part, but sometimes you have to know when to just post the damn thing and get on with it :)
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Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
“Look, I’m not trying to scare you, pet. Or maybe I am. These are lessons I want you to learn quickly, so that you don’t do something you’re going to regret. You’re lucky Angelus has taken a liking to you. He can be very dangerous. But just because he fancies you and is amused by your metaphorical knackers doesn’t mean you’re safe from him. And just because I’m not the one making the scary faces…you’re not safe from me either.”
Spike searched her eyes, trying to gauge if he’d gotten through to her, but it was hard to tell beyond the fact that he’d overwhelmed her. If it was possible, she’d curled in smaller on herself. He curled his fingers loosely around one bruised wrist and brought her palm towards his face, kissing it and soothing over the force he’d used with a light touch.
“I’m not sorry that you’re mine, kitten. You can’t ask me to be that. And I’m not sorry that I did whatever was necessary to get you here. But I do regret that I scared you.”
She took a deep breath and watched him silently, confused and troubled and just a little hopeful, though she’d clearly rather not be.
“And I do regret making you feel less than precious to me.”
Part 12
The breaking dawn barely registered inside the master bedroom as Spike slipped inside. The whole house was still, Angelus having retired hours before and Dawn with him.
Spike had been out on family business until the sunlight chased him home.
Things were infinitely more complicated than they’d originally suspected, and his head reeled with it. Spike had some very bad news for his sire. But it wasn’t Angelus that had his attention just yet.
The easy beat of a little girl’s heart. That’s what had his eyes riveted to the bed as he approached.
Spike hardly needed to look to know that Angelus was sprawled on his back, as eager to own the space around him in sleep as he was awake. Their bit of flesh, though, was curled into a discreet little package, limbs tucked up neatly as the line of her back nested against his sire’s side. Her head was pillowed on his outstretched arm.
She looked so startlingly fragile. It was deceptive, really. The graceful curve of her neck, the soft sweep of her eyelashes against her cheek. He could hear the blood flowing beneath the surface of her skin as clearly as he could hear the quiet whoosh of her breath.
It would be so easy to end this pretty little thing.
Spike turned away from the oddly disturbing sight and began to strip out of his kit. He was meant to sleep here tonight, though he hadn’t spoken to Dawn since their little girl-to-demon chat.
She’d asked for him today, according to Angelus. It was likely she hadn’t had this particular greeting in mind but…he’d explained the way it was, hadn’t he?
He was still prevaricating beside the bed when her heartbeat quickened, and then he saw her eyes blink open in the dark. She stiffened and he smelled fear.
He didn’t turn on the lamp this time. She blinked dozily in the dark and sat up, clutching the sheet at the last moment. Spike’s eyes shifted to Angelus, who hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Spike?” It was barely above a whisper, voice thready.
“Yeah, pet. ‘S me.”
The room fell quiet and still. Her eyes adjusted enough to the dark that when they fell below his waist, she blushed faintly. But then, after a hesitation, she twitched back the covers.
Good girl. Smart girl…quick study when she had a mind to be. She was pliant when he pulled her closer and brushed his lips against hers.
Just a girl….
“You’re still an asshole.”
The grudging murmur took him by surprise. His chuckle spilled into Dawn until they laughed quietly against each other’s mouths.
“Yeah. ‘Course, luv.” He shook off the melancholy strangeness of his thoughts. They had no place here, really. This part was meant to be simple. She was meant to be simple to them.
They snogged. He’d forgotten how bloody warm Dawn could get, when he worked her up. And those little noises she made when he touched her…and all that soft skin. Hell. It had been too long.
He pressed closer, hitching her thigh up over his hip. She was bare, of course. Angelus wouldn’t abide clothing in his bed, separating him from what he wanted.
When Spike palmed her cheek and pressed her hips closer to his, Dawn broke away from his mouth and ducked, hips jerking back while his thrust forward.
Behind her, Angelus leaned up on his elbow, watching.
He’d been awake the whole time, of course.
“Dawn. Look at me, pet.”
Her eyes locked on Spike’s and his fingers slipped inside her, quick, deep as he could without busting her cherry. Her hips tilted ambiguously but when he thumbed her clit, the avoidance turned into a slow roll against his hand.
Her leg hooked higher against his waist and he grinned against her ear. “There’s a girl. Shh-sh-sh.”
Not that he really wanted her quiet. Dragged the plaintive little sounds from her with every thrust of his fingers.
Angelus’ hand slid along his own length to the rhythm of Dawn’s rocking body.
When Spike went down on her, she moaned and rolled her hips up to greet him. She’d blossomed a lot under Angelus’ hand, but that was hardly surprising. No longer ready to run like a rabbit at the first intimacy. She only needed stoking, not reassurance.
She panted and bucked and pulled at his hair. Spike was so bloody horny himself that when Angelus ran a light finger around his pucker, he bucked up and moaned. He cooperated as his hips were pulled to kneeling and then he was full up as Angelus sank inside.
It hurt. He arched his back and shoved his hips back harder.
Dawn gave an enticing little whimper, and Spike pulled her hips closer.
Angelus didn’t hold much back as he fucked Spike into the mattress, and Spike’s mouth and hands grew rougher on Dawn. Lovely thing. So lovely for him. She was twisting and begging, a light flush extending all the way down to her tits. As things spiraled outwards, he started fucking her with his fingers, stretching and thrusting in time with the cock up his own arse, and before long, a rough hand curled into his hair to yank his head away, removing the obstruction from Angelus’ view.
Dawn was getting close, and she whined at the loss of his tongue on her clit, but it was soon replaced with his thumb and Spike contented himself with mouthing the flesh of her inner thigh, tasting the sticky sweetness with a restless mouth as he began to see his own stars. Angelus fucked him harder, and Spike’s fingers moved more rapidly in response until Dawn bucked off the bed wailing.
When his fangs sank through the flesh of her thigh it was reflexive, the taste a surprise—starburst of power and pleasure and sweet little girl. Then Spike was thrusting forward into the large, tight fist that was suddenly encasing his cock, and his eyes rolled as he shuddered and let himself go.
He and Dawn were limp rag dolls, used up with pleasure, and Spike nuzzled up to love at her neck in the afterglow.
The hell of it was, Angelus hadn’t come. He wasn’t done yet, greedy bastard.
~*~*~*~
greedy bastard
it won't be so long until the next time, promise.
so anyway...threesome sex. yay! still not entirely happy with this part, but sometimes you have to know when to just post the damn thing and get on with it :)
banner by the fantastic and talented
vamptasticaTitle: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (
thatotherperv)Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
“Look, I’m not trying to scare you, pet. Or maybe I am. These are lessons I want you to learn quickly, so that you don’t do something you’re going to regret. You’re lucky Angelus has taken a liking to you. He can be very dangerous. But just because he fancies you and is amused by your metaphorical knackers doesn’t mean you’re safe from him. And just because I’m not the one making the scary faces…you’re not safe from me either.”
Spike searched her eyes, trying to gauge if he’d gotten through to her, but it was hard to tell beyond the fact that he’d overwhelmed her. If it was possible, she’d curled in smaller on herself. He curled his fingers loosely around one bruised wrist and brought her palm towards his face, kissing it and soothing over the force he’d used with a light touch.
“I’m not sorry that you’re mine, kitten. You can’t ask me to be that. And I’m not sorry that I did whatever was necessary to get you here. But I do regret that I scared you.”
She took a deep breath and watched him silently, confused and troubled and just a little hopeful, though she’d clearly rather not be.
“And I do regret making you feel less than precious to me.”
Part 12
The breaking dawn barely registered inside the master bedroom as Spike slipped inside. The whole house was still, Angelus having retired hours before and Dawn with him.
Spike had been out on family business until the sunlight chased him home.
Things were infinitely more complicated than they’d originally suspected, and his head reeled with it. Spike had some very bad news for his sire. But it wasn’t Angelus that had his attention just yet.
The easy beat of a little girl’s heart. That’s what had his eyes riveted to the bed as he approached.
Spike hardly needed to look to know that Angelus was sprawled on his back, as eager to own the space around him in sleep as he was awake. Their bit of flesh, though, was curled into a discreet little package, limbs tucked up neatly as the line of her back nested against his sire’s side. Her head was pillowed on his outstretched arm.
She looked so startlingly fragile. It was deceptive, really. The graceful curve of her neck, the soft sweep of her eyelashes against her cheek. He could hear the blood flowing beneath the surface of her skin as clearly as he could hear the quiet whoosh of her breath.
It would be so easy to end this pretty little thing.
Spike turned away from the oddly disturbing sight and began to strip out of his kit. He was meant to sleep here tonight, though he hadn’t spoken to Dawn since their little girl-to-demon chat.
She’d asked for him today, according to Angelus. It was likely she hadn’t had this particular greeting in mind but…he’d explained the way it was, hadn’t he?
He was still prevaricating beside the bed when her heartbeat quickened, and then he saw her eyes blink open in the dark. She stiffened and he smelled fear.
He didn’t turn on the lamp this time. She blinked dozily in the dark and sat up, clutching the sheet at the last moment. Spike’s eyes shifted to Angelus, who hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Spike?” It was barely above a whisper, voice thready.
“Yeah, pet. ‘S me.”
The room fell quiet and still. Her eyes adjusted enough to the dark that when they fell below his waist, she blushed faintly. But then, after a hesitation, she twitched back the covers.
Good girl. Smart girl…quick study when she had a mind to be. She was pliant when he pulled her closer and brushed his lips against hers.
Just a girl….
“You’re still an asshole.”
The grudging murmur took him by surprise. His chuckle spilled into Dawn until they laughed quietly against each other’s mouths.
“Yeah. ‘Course, luv.” He shook off the melancholy strangeness of his thoughts. They had no place here, really. This part was meant to be simple. She was meant to be simple to them.
They snogged. He’d forgotten how bloody warm Dawn could get, when he worked her up. And those little noises she made when he touched her…and all that soft skin. Hell. It had been too long.
He pressed closer, hitching her thigh up over his hip. She was bare, of course. Angelus wouldn’t abide clothing in his bed, separating him from what he wanted.
When Spike palmed her cheek and pressed her hips closer to his, Dawn broke away from his mouth and ducked, hips jerking back while his thrust forward.
Behind her, Angelus leaned up on his elbow, watching.
He’d been awake the whole time, of course.
“Dawn. Look at me, pet.”
Her eyes locked on Spike’s and his fingers slipped inside her, quick, deep as he could without busting her cherry. Her hips tilted ambiguously but when he thumbed her clit, the avoidance turned into a slow roll against his hand.
Her leg hooked higher against his waist and he grinned against her ear. “There’s a girl. Shh-sh-sh.”
Not that he really wanted her quiet. Dragged the plaintive little sounds from her with every thrust of his fingers.
Angelus’ hand slid along his own length to the rhythm of Dawn’s rocking body.
When Spike went down on her, she moaned and rolled her hips up to greet him. She’d blossomed a lot under Angelus’ hand, but that was hardly surprising. No longer ready to run like a rabbit at the first intimacy. She only needed stoking, not reassurance.
She panted and bucked and pulled at his hair. Spike was so bloody horny himself that when Angelus ran a light finger around his pucker, he bucked up and moaned. He cooperated as his hips were pulled to kneeling and then he was full up as Angelus sank inside.
It hurt. He arched his back and shoved his hips back harder.
Dawn gave an enticing little whimper, and Spike pulled her hips closer.
Angelus didn’t hold much back as he fucked Spike into the mattress, and Spike’s mouth and hands grew rougher on Dawn. Lovely thing. So lovely for him. She was twisting and begging, a light flush extending all the way down to her tits. As things spiraled outwards, he started fucking her with his fingers, stretching and thrusting in time with the cock up his own arse, and before long, a rough hand curled into his hair to yank his head away, removing the obstruction from Angelus’ view.
Dawn was getting close, and she whined at the loss of his tongue on her clit, but it was soon replaced with his thumb and Spike contented himself with mouthing the flesh of her inner thigh, tasting the sticky sweetness with a restless mouth as he began to see his own stars. Angelus fucked him harder, and Spike’s fingers moved more rapidly in response until Dawn bucked off the bed wailing.
When his fangs sank through the flesh of her thigh it was reflexive, the taste a surprise—starburst of power and pleasure and sweet little girl. Then Spike was thrusting forward into the large, tight fist that was suddenly encasing his cock, and his eyes rolled as he shuddered and let himself go.
He and Dawn were limp rag dolls, used up with pleasure, and Spike nuzzled up to love at her neck in the afterglow.
The hell of it was, Angelus hadn’t come. He wasn’t done yet, greedy bastard.
~*~*~*~
greedy bastard
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Date: 2007-09-13 04:41 pm (UTC)There's something going on in Sunnydale that's going to piss Angelus off, and I can't wait to find out what it is. Thanks for another erotic, entertaining chapter.
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:07 pm (UTC)hee! yup, we'll find out soonish :)
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Date: 2007-09-13 05:28 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2007-09-13 07:06 pm (UTC)This was worth the wait hun and I can't see what else Angelus has in store for these too.
PS. I wrote you a Spangel ficcy for your birthday.
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:09 pm (UTC)and wheeeee! I look forward to it :)
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:52 pm (UTC)It's called Illegal Drug :)
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Date: 2007-09-13 07:17 pm (UTC)You made my day. Seriously. And I needed the pick me up, so thank you muchly. <333
*wanders off for a cold shower*
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 07:22 pm (UTC)Can't wait for more!!!
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Date: 2007-09-13 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 04:12 pm (UTC)The premise still sort of scares me to read but I love it too.
I'm glad you enjoy it despite the scariness. I think you'll like where I take it, though it's gonna get scarier before the end :)
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Date: 2007-09-15 10:45 pm (UTC)Re: Thanks for the update. :)
Date: 2007-09-14 04:13 pm (UTC)Well let's hope Angelus washes in between what ever he has in mind.
BWAHAHAAHHAAHAAA! vampires, remember? Spike's ass serves at the pleasure of
the presidenter, Angelus. perfectly hygienic :)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-14 03:45 am (UTC)it was so kick ass to see another chapter of this come up. yay! i'm allowing myself a quick little break here to indulge in the pron. and you so did not let me down.
super hot bit. and now i'm twisting in the wind, needing to know what happens next. (although i think might be able to guess. *cough*)
i'm super stoked the plot bunny for this story nibbled again! whee!
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 04:28 am (UTC)*staggers to bunk*
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Date: 2007-09-22 05:20 pm (UTC)Never read any Dawn pairings, but fuck, this is hot!
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Date: 2007-10-10 05:59 pm (UTC)