Hostage, part 21
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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 21
“You’re going to cause the girl permanent damage. Quit being such a stubborn arse.”
Angelus frowned like the mule he was. “So what? Maybe she deserves a little scarring.”
“That’s not what you’ll be saying six months from now when your mad is a distant memory and her body’s all sickly with malnourishment and her hide is all marked up with rough use. I’m the one will have to listen to you whinging.”
“I don’t whinge. And I’m not some silly woman in a snit, William. She was going to run away. And never come back. After all we’ve done for her! All we’ve done to keep her safe. I thought she was happy.”
Oh, yeah, his sire was the Big Bad alright. Privately, Spike rolled his eyes. Moody, sentimental Irishman. But no less dangerous for it—in fact, moreso—and if Dawn didn’t start getting adequate nutrition, she’d be ill before long.
“Of course, you’re fully justified. Not sayin’ you should let the girl off easy. Just…you’ve lost your head is all….” At the murderous look, he backpeddled. The prat was softer than he looked, but Spike would hate to be on the receiving end of his wrath just now…especially since he was being so restrained with the girl. Spike didn’t fancy being the whipping boy just now. “I just mean you’re not usin’ that big brain of yours like you do best, is all. Caught us both off guard, getting betrayed like that.”
His sire looked somewhat appeased, expression settling back into a scowl. Only one way put him in a better frame of mind, really. Spike took Angelus’ whiskey and put it aside before climbing astride him on sofa.
“Look, pet,” he murmured, nuzzling, deliberately submissive, into the other vampire’s neck. The big body beneath his own began to uncoil. “She was happy, yeah? Thought the sun rose and set with you, she did. Still does. But you and I both know they don’t let go of human ties that way. Stubborn little blighters. So she can’t be blamed, can she? Just responding to her instincts. And the fact that she was making a break for it as well…well, that’s just a sign of respect in a way, innit? Knew you’d be displeased with her for springing one of the munchies, and she feared your authority. Smart girl.”
“I can blame her, and I do,” Angelus grumbled, but his tone was a shade less immoveable.
Spike doubted his tactic was escaping Angelus’ notice, but it was a mix of flattery and logic that he knew his sire couldn’t resist. He had relaxed somewhat, one hand resting affectionately between Spike’s shoulder blades, the other slipping under the waistband of his jeans to stroke around the hole he’d find was greased and ready—this being a premeditated seduction. Spike licked at his sire’s throat and purred, arching his bum up into the finger idly working in and out of his arse. He cooperated fully when the other vampire stripped away his pants.
“Whore,” Angelus said affectionately.
“Mmmhhhmmmm. What are you going to give me for services rendered?”
Angelus sighed and laughed with exasperation, giving his cheek a hearty smack before returning to his foreplay. “Fine. Dawn can go back to proper meals.”
He was sure Angelus felt his smug grin, but he had the good graces to hide it as he unbuckled his sire’s fly, shifted his hips, and drove himself down hard onto his cock. After that, he was sure the poof didn’t care what he was smiling about, as long as he kept bouncing on his dick.
“And the girl in the basement as well. Nibblet won’t eat if she thinks her friend is being deprived.”
“Christ…fine, yes, whatever. Must not be doing this right if you’re still talking.”
And then Angelus began to really fuck him, in the way only he could. Split him open and made him delirious to anything but guttural, hoarse shouts of pleasure. Christ, he loved that cock. Worship. Was it any wonder he put up with all his shite, when Angelus regularly stuffed him full and made him forget himself, fucked him like it was vengeance when they both knew it was home and affection and loyalty.
Angelus lunged up at the last moment to wrap Spike up with thick arms, fangs sinking in as he ground him down into his lap, coming in thick spurts as he twitched up into him. They were pressed together tightly when Spike shuddered to completion, sated and weak with blood loss.
Angelus lapped at the blood seeping from the wound in his throat as they slumped together against the back of the sofa. They weren’t snuggling, they were just…very very tired. From all the sex. Manly, visceral sex. Couldn’t be helped, really.
“I have to go out tonight on business.”
Spike slid off Angelus’ lap onto the sofa beside him, because hell if he’d have a serious conversation with the wanker while he was on top of him. ‘On business.’ These days that meant only one thing: Glory. How to stop her and how to protect Dawn.
And tonight, that meant killing Ben.
“Do you want backup?”
Killing one man was nothing, but if Glory caught wind of them and she came running…Angelus would be in trouble.
“No, I’ll take care of it. You stay here with Dawn.”
Spike refrained from asking if he was sure. Insulting to both of them, really.
But as Angelus walked out the door he couldn’t resist…all those times coming up that Angelus had played Father Knows Best. “Be back before sunrise, Liam.”
The bird was flipped back over a broad shoulder. “Fuck off.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
In the end, it wasn’t difficult to kill the boy. To charm the nurses and slip quietly into the break room and snap the good doctor’s neck while he slept off the exhaustion of a 27-hour shift. Angelus didn’t hesitate. Why would he? Although he did smile over the irony that the boy had no doubt fallen into the bunk with safety in mind…too bleary without a nap to safely make the drive home.
It was a little more complicated getting the boy out of the hospital, but dead bodies were a dime a dozen around here, as long as they didn’t see the face. God knew he’d seen the old ‘hide-it-on-a-gurney’ gag enough times in the horrible movies Spike made him watch. Once in a private hall, he’d thrown the cooling body over his shoulder and walked out.
He left Ben’s limp form on the slayer’s doorstep with a note pinned on his chest. It read Ben = Glory. World saved. You’re welcome.
Maybe the stupid bitch would be able to hold on to the thought now that the god was dead and she had the hard proof in front of her. Maybe not. He didn’t care…Dawn was safe now. Or as safe as she would ever be. She would only come to harm at his hands.
But the last thing he did before daybreak was kill every last one of Glory’s wrinkly little minions, just in case.
Mass slaughter resolved most problems permanently, he found.
He strolled home as the sky began to lighten from blue to peach with the coming day, working out what came next. Only one thing really came to mind.
Things had to change between he and Dawn. He was deeply displeased that their interactions were so strained. The girl’s health aside, tormenting her carried no pleasure. She had more of an influence on his behavior than he liked. It was unnatural. By the time he arrived home, he’d made a decision on how to solve the matter.
Janice would be dead before sun-up.
~*~*~*~*~
say....whaaaat?
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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 21
“You’re going to cause the girl permanent damage. Quit being such a stubborn arse.”
Angelus frowned like the mule he was. “So what? Maybe she deserves a little scarring.”
“That’s not what you’ll be saying six months from now when your mad is a distant memory and her body’s all sickly with malnourishment and her hide is all marked up with rough use. I’m the one will have to listen to you whinging.”
“I don’t whinge. And I’m not some silly woman in a snit, William. She was going to run away. And never come back. After all we’ve done for her! All we’ve done to keep her safe. I thought she was happy.”
Oh, yeah, his sire was the Big Bad alright. Privately, Spike rolled his eyes. Moody, sentimental Irishman. But no less dangerous for it—in fact, moreso—and if Dawn didn’t start getting adequate nutrition, she’d be ill before long.
“Of course, you’re fully justified. Not sayin’ you should let the girl off easy. Just…you’ve lost your head is all….” At the murderous look, he backpeddled. The prat was softer than he looked, but Spike would hate to be on the receiving end of his wrath just now…especially since he was being so restrained with the girl. Spike didn’t fancy being the whipping boy just now. “I just mean you’re not usin’ that big brain of yours like you do best, is all. Caught us both off guard, getting betrayed like that.”
His sire looked somewhat appeased, expression settling back into a scowl. Only one way put him in a better frame of mind, really. Spike took Angelus’ whiskey and put it aside before climbing astride him on sofa.
“Look, pet,” he murmured, nuzzling, deliberately submissive, into the other vampire’s neck. The big body beneath his own began to uncoil. “She was happy, yeah? Thought the sun rose and set with you, she did. Still does. But you and I both know they don’t let go of human ties that way. Stubborn little blighters. So she can’t be blamed, can she? Just responding to her instincts. And the fact that she was making a break for it as well…well, that’s just a sign of respect in a way, innit? Knew you’d be displeased with her for springing one of the munchies, and she feared your authority. Smart girl.”
“I can blame her, and I do,” Angelus grumbled, but his tone was a shade less immoveable.
Spike doubted his tactic was escaping Angelus’ notice, but it was a mix of flattery and logic that he knew his sire couldn’t resist. He had relaxed somewhat, one hand resting affectionately between Spike’s shoulder blades, the other slipping under the waistband of his jeans to stroke around the hole he’d find was greased and ready—this being a premeditated seduction. Spike licked at his sire’s throat and purred, arching his bum up into the finger idly working in and out of his arse. He cooperated fully when the other vampire stripped away his pants.
“Whore,” Angelus said affectionately.
“Mmmhhhmmmm. What are you going to give me for services rendered?”
Angelus sighed and laughed with exasperation, giving his cheek a hearty smack before returning to his foreplay. “Fine. Dawn can go back to proper meals.”
He was sure Angelus felt his smug grin, but he had the good graces to hide it as he unbuckled his sire’s fly, shifted his hips, and drove himself down hard onto his cock. After that, he was sure the poof didn’t care what he was smiling about, as long as he kept bouncing on his dick.
“And the girl in the basement as well. Nibblet won’t eat if she thinks her friend is being deprived.”
“Christ…fine, yes, whatever. Must not be doing this right if you’re still talking.”
And then Angelus began to really fuck him, in the way only he could. Split him open and made him delirious to anything but guttural, hoarse shouts of pleasure. Christ, he loved that cock. Worship. Was it any wonder he put up with all his shite, when Angelus regularly stuffed him full and made him forget himself, fucked him like it was vengeance when they both knew it was home and affection and loyalty.
Angelus lunged up at the last moment to wrap Spike up with thick arms, fangs sinking in as he ground him down into his lap, coming in thick spurts as he twitched up into him. They were pressed together tightly when Spike shuddered to completion, sated and weak with blood loss.
Angelus lapped at the blood seeping from the wound in his throat as they slumped together against the back of the sofa. They weren’t snuggling, they were just…very very tired. From all the sex. Manly, visceral sex. Couldn’t be helped, really.
“I have to go out tonight on business.”
Spike slid off Angelus’ lap onto the sofa beside him, because hell if he’d have a serious conversation with the wanker while he was on top of him. ‘On business.’ These days that meant only one thing: Glory. How to stop her and how to protect Dawn.
And tonight, that meant killing Ben.
“Do you want backup?”
Killing one man was nothing, but if Glory caught wind of them and she came running…Angelus would be in trouble.
“No, I’ll take care of it. You stay here with Dawn.”
Spike refrained from asking if he was sure. Insulting to both of them, really.
But as Angelus walked out the door he couldn’t resist…all those times coming up that Angelus had played Father Knows Best. “Be back before sunrise, Liam.”
The bird was flipped back over a broad shoulder. “Fuck off.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
In the end, it wasn’t difficult to kill the boy. To charm the nurses and slip quietly into the break room and snap the good doctor’s neck while he slept off the exhaustion of a 27-hour shift. Angelus didn’t hesitate. Why would he? Although he did smile over the irony that the boy had no doubt fallen into the bunk with safety in mind…too bleary without a nap to safely make the drive home.
It was a little more complicated getting the boy out of the hospital, but dead bodies were a dime a dozen around here, as long as they didn’t see the face. God knew he’d seen the old ‘hide-it-on-a-gurney’ gag enough times in the horrible movies Spike made him watch. Once in a private hall, he’d thrown the cooling body over his shoulder and walked out.
He left Ben’s limp form on the slayer’s doorstep with a note pinned on his chest. It read Ben = Glory. World saved. You’re welcome.
Maybe the stupid bitch would be able to hold on to the thought now that the god was dead and she had the hard proof in front of her. Maybe not. He didn’t care…Dawn was safe now. Or as safe as she would ever be. She would only come to harm at his hands.
But the last thing he did before daybreak was kill every last one of Glory’s wrinkly little minions, just in case.
Mass slaughter resolved most problems permanently, he found.
He strolled home as the sky began to lighten from blue to peach with the coming day, working out what came next. Only one thing really came to mind.
Things had to change between he and Dawn. He was deeply displeased that their interactions were so strained. The girl’s health aside, tormenting her carried no pleasure. She had more of an influence on his behavior than he liked. It was unnatural. By the time he arrived home, he’d made a decision on how to solve the matter.
Janice would be dead before sun-up.
~*~*~*~*~
say....whaaaat?
