Hostage, part 13
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Title: Hostage
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
Part 13
Dawn was sleepy, already drifting off, so she murmured a protest when she felt Spike roll their bodies until she lay on top of him.
Grudges were on hold in favor of moving as little as possible.
Not that she was holding that much of a grudge against him any more anyway. Stupid vampire, making sense.
Spike lifted her heavy head from his chest and kissed her gently, and Dawn admitted to herself that she had missed him. Angelus wasn’t cruel to her, but he couldn’t give her this—this human tenderness that seemed to come easily to Spike. She still didn’t understand how he could touch her like this one minute and threaten her the next, but she let that drift away as she got caught up in necking with him, cobwebs of sleep clearing at the feel of his tongue in her mouth.
His hands were cupping her face, so when two rough palms slid between their bodies to cup her breasts, Dawn moaned and arched up. She’d nearly forgotten Angelus was there. She shuddered at the mouth on her throat as he bent over her. She thought she’d never get used to that frission of danger.
Angelus molded himself to her back. She was surrounded by naked flesh and hungry mouths. He rocked into her as he toyed with her nipples, pressing her body down into Spike, who gave an appreciative little grunt and thrust up against her hip. Angelus’ hand slid up between her thighs to toy with her, hips grinding against her ass.
Dawn realized, belatedly, where this was going.
She’d expected it after that first blowjob, actually, but as time went on and he never so much as hinted, Dawn started to think he just wasn’t interested in that. In fucking her. And now, with his cock prodding her apart and his finger urging her wetter, she knew she’d been kidding herself.
She wasn’t sure if her quick heartbeat was from fear or lust. Maybe both.
But at least they were being…gentle. If not, you know, PC. They’d ever be that, but….
Spike’s hands slid down her body in a caress that seemed aimless until his hands gripped her thighs and hauled them upwards, opening her knees to either side of his hips. She was spread wide, and her body shifted restlessly when Angelus sank a gentle, playful human-bite into her shoulder as he nudged himself into her body. Spike’s mouth never stopped its lazy exploration of hers.
Their gentleness left Dawn completely unprepared for the way Angelus suddenly thrust all the way in, quick and hard. Dawn cried out at the sudden intrusion, and not really in a good way, but when she tried to rear up, Angelus held her down against Spike without any effort at all. Spike gathered her hair up in one hand and kissed her cheek, her throat, her ear.
“Sh-sh-sh. Quick like a band-aid, yeah? You’re alright. Hush now, it gets better.”
As romance went, it sort of sucked, but his mouth was worshipping her ear and her throat, and he stroked her sides with soft, gentling hands. Dawn found herself strangely grateful that Spike was here with her. This would have been so scary without him.
Angelus hardly paused before he was thrusting into her steadily, movements slow and precise, but not exactly gentle. He scraped his teeth over the upper part of her spine, murmuring “Fuck, Dawn,” as he moved over her back. Spike’s hands were on her hips, and he rocked her into him, rubbing her belly onto the erection trapped between them.
Her kisses grew more urgent as what Angelus was doing started to feel really good. She started moving her hips to an instinctive beat, pushing herself back onto Angelus’ cock, and both men made sounds of approval. Spike’s mouth dropped from hers again to bury in her throat as his firm hands urged more, faster. Angelus’ tongue was slick against her ear.
“That’s it, princess, fuck me. Daddy likes that very much. Show me you want my cock. Pretty slut.”
Dawn breathed out a whimper and started to fuck him faster, or rather, encourage him to fuck her. Angelus held all the power here, and she knew he’d sandwiched her between them for a reason. She was pinned, and her movements only did any good because he let them. That really shouldn’t make her hotter, but it did. She was moving frantically now, up on her hands to push herself back. Spike kept her knees too far apart to use for leverage, keeping her pelvis low to brush against his. His mouth was latched around her nipple now, moaning into her breast as she rubbed fast and hard against his cock.
She arched her neck for Angelus, moaning as his mouth played with her quick pulse. Dawn knew she was saying things she might regret later. Begging and swearing and telling him how good it was, in case he couldn’t tell. She called him Daddy because it was imprinted on her brain now, practically synonymous with Angelus’ cock and mouth and hands, and because it drove him to fuck her harder, rough and so quick the pleasure was almost pain.
He growled in her ear that she was such a good little girl, he would fuck her just like this for the rest of her unnaturally long life. When Dawn came, she couldn’t seem to stop coming, body convulsing between theirs endlessly because Angelus just didn’t let up.
And then, one more startling burst of pleasure-pain as Angelus pulled her head to the side and sank his teeth in, drinking greedily. Spike’s hands squeezed her hips too hard as he thrust against her belly in a sticky gush.
Angelus drank for so long that Dawn was almost scared he’d meant for her life to become unnaturally long now, but then he pulled away and licked at the wound. Hauled himself up to kneeling and pulled her hips higher, slamming them back onto his cock until she was almost sobbing, and then he pressed his hips flush with her ass and came inside of her.
Dawn was bleary when he threw himself onto the bed, grinning and laughing. “That was fun. Have to do that again tomorrow, after you’ve had your Wheaties.”
Spike snorted behind her, and then nudged Dawn against Angelus’ side where she was gathered in by a large, possessive hand on her ass. She was throbbing and sticky, and she dimly registered that Spike crawled around to Angelus’ other side, flopping onto his stomach and flinging an arm over his thick torso.
Then she was falling into a deep sleep.
~*~*~*~
what was it that Spike dug up that night?
ps, a poll. What is the MOST FREQUENTLY you want the rest of this fic posted? I can't guarantee an exactly regular schedule until it's done, might have to slow down here or there, but these are the approximate paces we're looking at here (there are 26 parts total):
[Poll #1055322]
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vamptasticaTitle: Hostage
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
Part 13
Dawn was sleepy, already drifting off, so she murmured a protest when she felt Spike roll their bodies until she lay on top of him.
Grudges were on hold in favor of moving as little as possible.
Not that she was holding that much of a grudge against him any more anyway. Stupid vampire, making sense.
Spike lifted her heavy head from his chest and kissed her gently, and Dawn admitted to herself that she had missed him. Angelus wasn’t cruel to her, but he couldn’t give her this—this human tenderness that seemed to come easily to Spike. She still didn’t understand how he could touch her like this one minute and threaten her the next, but she let that drift away as she got caught up in necking with him, cobwebs of sleep clearing at the feel of his tongue in her mouth.
His hands were cupping her face, so when two rough palms slid between their bodies to cup her breasts, Dawn moaned and arched up. She’d nearly forgotten Angelus was there. She shuddered at the mouth on her throat as he bent over her. She thought she’d never get used to that frission of danger.
Angelus molded himself to her back. She was surrounded by naked flesh and hungry mouths. He rocked into her as he toyed with her nipples, pressing her body down into Spike, who gave an appreciative little grunt and thrust up against her hip. Angelus’ hand slid up between her thighs to toy with her, hips grinding against her ass.
Dawn realized, belatedly, where this was going.
She’d expected it after that first blowjob, actually, but as time went on and he never so much as hinted, Dawn started to think he just wasn’t interested in that. In fucking her. And now, with his cock prodding her apart and his finger urging her wetter, she knew she’d been kidding herself.
She wasn’t sure if her quick heartbeat was from fear or lust. Maybe both.
But at least they were being…gentle. If not, you know, PC. They’d ever be that, but….
Spike’s hands slid down her body in a caress that seemed aimless until his hands gripped her thighs and hauled them upwards, opening her knees to either side of his hips. She was spread wide, and her body shifted restlessly when Angelus sank a gentle, playful human-bite into her shoulder as he nudged himself into her body. Spike’s mouth never stopped its lazy exploration of hers.
Their gentleness left Dawn completely unprepared for the way Angelus suddenly thrust all the way in, quick and hard. Dawn cried out at the sudden intrusion, and not really in a good way, but when she tried to rear up, Angelus held her down against Spike without any effort at all. Spike gathered her hair up in one hand and kissed her cheek, her throat, her ear.
“Sh-sh-sh. Quick like a band-aid, yeah? You’re alright. Hush now, it gets better.”
As romance went, it sort of sucked, but his mouth was worshipping her ear and her throat, and he stroked her sides with soft, gentling hands. Dawn found herself strangely grateful that Spike was here with her. This would have been so scary without him.
Angelus hardly paused before he was thrusting into her steadily, movements slow and precise, but not exactly gentle. He scraped his teeth over the upper part of her spine, murmuring “Fuck, Dawn,” as he moved over her back. Spike’s hands were on her hips, and he rocked her into him, rubbing her belly onto the erection trapped between them.
Her kisses grew more urgent as what Angelus was doing started to feel really good. She started moving her hips to an instinctive beat, pushing herself back onto Angelus’ cock, and both men made sounds of approval. Spike’s mouth dropped from hers again to bury in her throat as his firm hands urged more, faster. Angelus’ tongue was slick against her ear.
“That’s it, princess, fuck me. Daddy likes that very much. Show me you want my cock. Pretty slut.”
Dawn breathed out a whimper and started to fuck him faster, or rather, encourage him to fuck her. Angelus held all the power here, and she knew he’d sandwiched her between them for a reason. She was pinned, and her movements only did any good because he let them. That really shouldn’t make her hotter, but it did. She was moving frantically now, up on her hands to push herself back. Spike kept her knees too far apart to use for leverage, keeping her pelvis low to brush against his. His mouth was latched around her nipple now, moaning into her breast as she rubbed fast and hard against his cock.
She arched her neck for Angelus, moaning as his mouth played with her quick pulse. Dawn knew she was saying things she might regret later. Begging and swearing and telling him how good it was, in case he couldn’t tell. She called him Daddy because it was imprinted on her brain now, practically synonymous with Angelus’ cock and mouth and hands, and because it drove him to fuck her harder, rough and so quick the pleasure was almost pain.
He growled in her ear that she was such a good little girl, he would fuck her just like this for the rest of her unnaturally long life. When Dawn came, she couldn’t seem to stop coming, body convulsing between theirs endlessly because Angelus just didn’t let up.
And then, one more startling burst of pleasure-pain as Angelus pulled her head to the side and sank his teeth in, drinking greedily. Spike’s hands squeezed her hips too hard as he thrust against her belly in a sticky gush.
Angelus drank for so long that Dawn was almost scared he’d meant for her life to become unnaturally long now, but then he pulled away and licked at the wound. Hauled himself up to kneeling and pulled her hips higher, slamming them back onto his cock until she was almost sobbing, and then he pressed his hips flush with her ass and came inside of her.
Dawn was bleary when he threw himself onto the bed, grinning and laughing. “That was fun. Have to do that again tomorrow, after you’ve had your Wheaties.”
Spike snorted behind her, and then nudged Dawn against Angelus’ side where she was gathered in by a large, possessive hand on her ass. She was throbbing and sticky, and she dimly registered that Spike crawled around to Angelus’ other side, flopping onto his stomach and flinging an arm over his thick torso.
Then she was falling into a deep sleep.
~*~*~*~
what was it that Spike dug up that night?
ps, a poll. What is the MOST FREQUENTLY you want the rest of this fic posted? I can't guarantee an exactly regular schedule until it's done, might have to slow down here or there, but these are the approximate paces we're looking at here (there are 26 parts total):
[Poll #1055322]
