Hostage, Epilogue
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thatotherpervthanks for everyone's patience while I got around to the revisions. thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madame_meretrix for the concrit on the epilogue when I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong with it. I think I'm pleased with the revisions.
and thanks to everyone for coming along on this shameless kink indulgence :) dirtybadwrong is always better when shared, don't you think? :)
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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
Epilogue
The stench of fear and death hung heavy in the humid summer air, but the sweet scent of her cut through like a knife. Older, sadder. More nervous. But unmistakably her. It stood out above the cheap perfume of his victim and the stale beer soaking the pavement of Bourbon Street.
She hovered at the corner of the dark side street, just in the edge of a streetlamp, watching him with big eyes that flitted between his mouth and the limp body of the tourist in his arms.
He dropped the body and stepped around it, eyes still hard on Dawn. She jolted and stuttered backwards a step, hovering in plain view of anyone on the street.
“Come here.”
His voice was pitched low, barely audible beneath the cacophony of sound drifting from the bars, but he knew she heard him when she hesitated, reluctant to give up the illusion of safety. She tried so hard to look brave as she walked towards him. She almost pulled it off, but he could smell her.
She was afraid of him. As well she should be.
It was an emotion that spiked when he shoved her against the wall and yanked her head to the side. She smelled wonderful. Terrified and penitent and not just a little aroused. He lingered against her throat, touch soft despite the unnatural angle of her head.
If he’d had a choice, she would have been back with them months ago, before he’d been abducted from the Hellmouth by his own kin. He’d spent the ten hour drive to Las Cruces, New Mexico, plotting how to do just that. Also, he spent it fantasizing about flaying the flesh from Spike’s wretched bones.
Unfortunately, Spike hadn’t unchained him in New Mexico. Nor had he unchained him in Texas. By the time they got to the Big Easy, he’d spent three solid days listening to Spike yak yak yak about humans and grudges and sweeter victories.
On the fourth day, Spike hadn’t been in the talking mood. After that, Angelus made sure he wasn’t in the talking mood for a while.
But as much as Angelus hated to admit it, the boy had been right. This moment was that much sweeter for Dawn returning to them willingly.
His fangs slid through her like butter, and when he struck the arterial wall, the blood burst in his mouth like a ripe grape. She whimpered and jerked against him, heart pulsing hard against his chest and in his mouth. Already hot from feeding, the taste of her practically crackled under his skin.
She wasn’t wearing panties and when she wrapped her legs around his waist, all he had to do was fumble open his fly and slide home. He wanted to tear this girl to shreds for making him wait so long. To go back and slaughter everyone who’d kept her from him. Make her watch it happen, then turn her and torture her for days.
It wasn’t a course of action that would serve him in the long run.
Instead, he fucked her. Hooked her knees into the crook of his elbows and hoisted her higher, spread her open. Fucked her hard and fast and snarled satisfaction at the little sounds he pounded out of her. If he was too brutal, she didn’t complain.
After, he set her down on legs that wobbled, pallid from what he’d taken from her. Her eyes were a little glazed, but with pleasure he’d prefer to think, and his semen dripped down her thighs.
She reeked of him.
For the first time in months, something nasty uncoiled from his belly, and he kissed her.
Far more gently than he’d ever own up to if questioned.
He was still kissing her when someone turned the corner off Bourbon, strolled into the shadows a few feet away and lingered.
He didn’t have to look when he broke away from Dawn. “Look what I found.”
“’Spect she found you.” Spike wandered closer, his inspection not as casual as it seemed. “Welcome home, kitten. Good to have you back.”
Dawn turned toward him, bleary-eyed, and Spike’s mouth dipped in a frown at the loopy smile she gave him.
“Bloody hell, Angelus, didn’t exactly leave any for me, did you? You fat, greedy bastard.”
For the first time in months, Angelus found himself grinning. “First come, first serve, Spikey. If you’d gotten here sooner….”
The clerk at the check-in didn’t even flinch when he carried Dawn through the lobby to the stairs. The sight of a man carrying a half-conscious girl to his suite wasn’t exactly novel around here.
Neither was the fact that he was trailed by a third party.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The girl was spoiled rotten. A good meal and a hot bath and she was tucked under the covers, feet never hitting the floor. But the color was back in her cheeks and her eyes were bright again, and if Spike didn’t get a go at the girl in the next few hours Angelus would never hear the end of it, so…it was perfectly acceptable to pamper her a little. For now.
She soaked up the attention with an air of relief, and as she recovered from his…enthusiastic greeting, he recognized that the pale, drawn quality was not entirely his fault. Dark circles haunted her eyes, and she was far too thin.
She napped for a time, sleep heavy with exhaustion…restless and unhappy until Spike slipped behind her to doze as the sun came up.
Angelus stayed where he was at the table, smoking and thinking. If they left for Europe soon, he could avoid an argument about her sister altogether. They could always make their way to Sunnydale to finish business in a few years. If the bitch lived that long. Might. She was good, he had to admit.
It was hours later when Dawn finally stirred awake, and Spike awoke minutes later. They stretched and curled together like kittens under the covers, and Dawn’s face lit with a grin as Spike’s hand slid under the covers.
Spike murmured something obscene and Dawn giggled and Angelus snorted, grinding out his cigarette before lighting another.
Their teasing conversation drifted in a way that required none of his attention. Until it did.
“So, big sis just let you walk out the door, eh? Really think she’s not going to come after you?”
Spike’s eyes met his, though his hand stroked the girl’s belly attentively. They were both thinking it…had been since she arrived. Dawn, clearly, had not. The question took the light out of her eyes, and she quieted. Eventually she shrugged.
“If I call and check in, she won’t worry.” Even if she’d said it with conviction, it seemed dubious at best. He and Spike exchanged a look. “She’ll leave us alone.”
They were all silent a moment, calculating the likelihood. Neither he nor Spike said what they were thinking, and Dawn looked uneasy. When Spike’s mouth brushed over the curve of her neck, worrying her wound, she tensed and sat up, scooting away and clutching the sheets close.
Her eyes fixed on the carpet by Angelus’ shoe. “I missed you. I probably shouldn’t, but I…. I’m here on one condition. Well, two….”
She trailed off and the window unit kicked on, noisily belching chilled air. Angelus took a slow drag and exhaled leisurely. “Fuck the conditions. You’re not leaving. Ever.”
Dawn gave the barest flinch at the hard line of his voice. “No more slayers. Not just my sister. No more.”
He stared for a hard minute. He disliked being given an ultimatum, but it would indebt the girl to him. Fill her with a healthy sense of gratitude. And it was doable, for now. It didn’t have to last forever. After they turned her, she wouldn’t care. She might even enjoy it. He toyed idly with how well-matched she’d be for a slayer, given her origins.
They could hold off on the sport until then.
“And?”
Dawn’s eyes shot up to his, uncertain at his acquiescence. A look back at Spike revealed nothing to her but his smug grin. Angelus’ boy knew him too well.
“And…and you have to promise not to turn me.”
Angelus lifted a brow, unimpressed. Surely the girl wasn’t that naïve. “No.”
Her heart thudded at the simple denial. When Spike drew himself upright and tugged her into the V of his legs, she jolted. He murmured something soft in her ear that Angelus didn’t acknowledge, and he continued to prattle on with the fairy tale until Dawn calmed, melting back against him.
His lips brushed softly along her throat and shoulder, and Angelus tapped his ash onto the table. “There’s a girl,” Spike murmured in reward. “You’ll be spoiled rotten, you’ll see. Gonna take real good care of you. Forever.”
Dawn’s breath shuddered out, defeated with the kindness. When her eyes locked back on Angelus’, he was satisfied that they had won.
“At least give me five years.”
Angelus’ eyes rounded, and Spike snorted out a laugh, hiding his amusement against the girl’s shoulderblade. After a moment, his own lips curved up in amusement.
“Try one.”
“Four.”
Angelus snorted, extinguishing his cigarette. “One, princess.”
“Three?”
“One.”
“Okay, what about two?” The offer was greeted with stony silence. “…A year and a half?”
He shook his head, masking the involuntary tip of his lips.
Clearly impatient to end negotiations, Spike cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Her eyes drifted shut, head lax against his shoulder when his teeth scraped bluntly down the line of her throat.
She sighed. “…Yeah, okay, one. One’s fine.”
Angelus’ smirk was lost on the two of them as Spike wrestled her to the mattress.
Angelus licked his teeth and lit another, needing something to do with his hands as he watched them twist together, gasping and growling.
He hadn’t intended to turn her right away anyway.
A lot could change in a year. A lot would change. But some things were going to stay exactly as they were.
madame_meretrix for the concrit on the epilogue when I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong with it. I think I'm pleased with the revisions.and thanks to everyone for coming along on this shameless kink indulgence :) dirtybadwrong is always better when shared, don't you think? :)
banner by the fantastic and talented
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
Epilogue
The stench of fear and death hung heavy in the humid summer air, but the sweet scent of her cut through like a knife. Older, sadder. More nervous. But unmistakably her. It stood out above the cheap perfume of his victim and the stale beer soaking the pavement of Bourbon Street.
She hovered at the corner of the dark side street, just in the edge of a streetlamp, watching him with big eyes that flitted between his mouth and the limp body of the tourist in his arms.
He dropped the body and stepped around it, eyes still hard on Dawn. She jolted and stuttered backwards a step, hovering in plain view of anyone on the street.
“Come here.”
His voice was pitched low, barely audible beneath the cacophony of sound drifting from the bars, but he knew she heard him when she hesitated, reluctant to give up the illusion of safety. She tried so hard to look brave as she walked towards him. She almost pulled it off, but he could smell her.
She was afraid of him. As well she should be.
It was an emotion that spiked when he shoved her against the wall and yanked her head to the side. She smelled wonderful. Terrified and penitent and not just a little aroused. He lingered against her throat, touch soft despite the unnatural angle of her head.
If he’d had a choice, she would have been back with them months ago, before he’d been abducted from the Hellmouth by his own kin. He’d spent the ten hour drive to Las Cruces, New Mexico, plotting how to do just that. Also, he spent it fantasizing about flaying the flesh from Spike’s wretched bones.
Unfortunately, Spike hadn’t unchained him in New Mexico. Nor had he unchained him in Texas. By the time they got to the Big Easy, he’d spent three solid days listening to Spike yak yak yak about humans and grudges and sweeter victories.
On the fourth day, Spike hadn’t been in the talking mood. After that, Angelus made sure he wasn’t in the talking mood for a while.
But as much as Angelus hated to admit it, the boy had been right. This moment was that much sweeter for Dawn returning to them willingly.
His fangs slid through her like butter, and when he struck the arterial wall, the blood burst in his mouth like a ripe grape. She whimpered and jerked against him, heart pulsing hard against his chest and in his mouth. Already hot from feeding, the taste of her practically crackled under his skin.
She wasn’t wearing panties and when she wrapped her legs around his waist, all he had to do was fumble open his fly and slide home. He wanted to tear this girl to shreds for making him wait so long. To go back and slaughter everyone who’d kept her from him. Make her watch it happen, then turn her and torture her for days.
It wasn’t a course of action that would serve him in the long run.
Instead, he fucked her. Hooked her knees into the crook of his elbows and hoisted her higher, spread her open. Fucked her hard and fast and snarled satisfaction at the little sounds he pounded out of her. If he was too brutal, she didn’t complain.
After, he set her down on legs that wobbled, pallid from what he’d taken from her. Her eyes were a little glazed, but with pleasure he’d prefer to think, and his semen dripped down her thighs.
She reeked of him.
For the first time in months, something nasty uncoiled from his belly, and he kissed her.
Far more gently than he’d ever own up to if questioned.
He was still kissing her when someone turned the corner off Bourbon, strolled into the shadows a few feet away and lingered.
He didn’t have to look when he broke away from Dawn. “Look what I found.”
“’Spect she found you.” Spike wandered closer, his inspection not as casual as it seemed. “Welcome home, kitten. Good to have you back.”
Dawn turned toward him, bleary-eyed, and Spike’s mouth dipped in a frown at the loopy smile she gave him.
“Bloody hell, Angelus, didn’t exactly leave any for me, did you? You fat, greedy bastard.”
For the first time in months, Angelus found himself grinning. “First come, first serve, Spikey. If you’d gotten here sooner….”
The clerk at the check-in didn’t even flinch when he carried Dawn through the lobby to the stairs. The sight of a man carrying a half-conscious girl to his suite wasn’t exactly novel around here.
Neither was the fact that he was trailed by a third party.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The girl was spoiled rotten. A good meal and a hot bath and she was tucked under the covers, feet never hitting the floor. But the color was back in her cheeks and her eyes were bright again, and if Spike didn’t get a go at the girl in the next few hours Angelus would never hear the end of it, so…it was perfectly acceptable to pamper her a little. For now.
She soaked up the attention with an air of relief, and as she recovered from his…enthusiastic greeting, he recognized that the pale, drawn quality was not entirely his fault. Dark circles haunted her eyes, and she was far too thin.
She napped for a time, sleep heavy with exhaustion…restless and unhappy until Spike slipped behind her to doze as the sun came up.
Angelus stayed where he was at the table, smoking and thinking. If they left for Europe soon, he could avoid an argument about her sister altogether. They could always make their way to Sunnydale to finish business in a few years. If the bitch lived that long. Might. She was good, he had to admit.
It was hours later when Dawn finally stirred awake, and Spike awoke minutes later. They stretched and curled together like kittens under the covers, and Dawn’s face lit with a grin as Spike’s hand slid under the covers.
Spike murmured something obscene and Dawn giggled and Angelus snorted, grinding out his cigarette before lighting another.
Their teasing conversation drifted in a way that required none of his attention. Until it did.
“So, big sis just let you walk out the door, eh? Really think she’s not going to come after you?”
Spike’s eyes met his, though his hand stroked the girl’s belly attentively. They were both thinking it…had been since she arrived. Dawn, clearly, had not. The question took the light out of her eyes, and she quieted. Eventually she shrugged.
“If I call and check in, she won’t worry.” Even if she’d said it with conviction, it seemed dubious at best. He and Spike exchanged a look. “She’ll leave us alone.”
They were all silent a moment, calculating the likelihood. Neither he nor Spike said what they were thinking, and Dawn looked uneasy. When Spike’s mouth brushed over the curve of her neck, worrying her wound, she tensed and sat up, scooting away and clutching the sheets close.
Her eyes fixed on the carpet by Angelus’ shoe. “I missed you. I probably shouldn’t, but I…. I’m here on one condition. Well, two….”
She trailed off and the window unit kicked on, noisily belching chilled air. Angelus took a slow drag and exhaled leisurely. “Fuck the conditions. You’re not leaving. Ever.”
Dawn gave the barest flinch at the hard line of his voice. “No more slayers. Not just my sister. No more.”
He stared for a hard minute. He disliked being given an ultimatum, but it would indebt the girl to him. Fill her with a healthy sense of gratitude. And it was doable, for now. It didn’t have to last forever. After they turned her, she wouldn’t care. She might even enjoy it. He toyed idly with how well-matched she’d be for a slayer, given her origins.
They could hold off on the sport until then.
“And?”
Dawn’s eyes shot up to his, uncertain at his acquiescence. A look back at Spike revealed nothing to her but his smug grin. Angelus’ boy knew him too well.
“And…and you have to promise not to turn me.”
Angelus lifted a brow, unimpressed. Surely the girl wasn’t that naïve. “No.”
Her heart thudded at the simple denial. When Spike drew himself upright and tugged her into the V of his legs, she jolted. He murmured something soft in her ear that Angelus didn’t acknowledge, and he continued to prattle on with the fairy tale until Dawn calmed, melting back against him.
His lips brushed softly along her throat and shoulder, and Angelus tapped his ash onto the table. “There’s a girl,” Spike murmured in reward. “You’ll be spoiled rotten, you’ll see. Gonna take real good care of you. Forever.”
Dawn’s breath shuddered out, defeated with the kindness. When her eyes locked back on Angelus’, he was satisfied that they had won.
“At least give me five years.”
Angelus’ eyes rounded, and Spike snorted out a laugh, hiding his amusement against the girl’s shoulderblade. After a moment, his own lips curved up in amusement.
“Try one.”
“Four.”
Angelus snorted, extinguishing his cigarette. “One, princess.”
“Three?”
“One.”
“Okay, what about two?” The offer was greeted with stony silence. “…A year and a half?”
He shook his head, masking the involuntary tip of his lips.
Clearly impatient to end negotiations, Spike cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Her eyes drifted shut, head lax against his shoulder when his teeth scraped bluntly down the line of her throat.
She sighed. “…Yeah, okay, one. One’s fine.”
Angelus’ smirk was lost on the two of them as Spike wrestled her to the mattress.
Angelus licked his teeth and lit another, needing something to do with his hands as he watched them twist together, gasping and growling.
He hadn’t intended to turn her right away anyway.
A lot could change in a year. A lot would change. But some things were going to stay exactly as they were.
