What Dies Inside Us: Chapter 2
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Multiple
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Sixfangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live".
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Six
fangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live". Spike trailed behind the couple, occasionally sniffing the air to pinpoint Angelus’ location. The two sweet bits were wrapped arm in arm, ambling home. Moments like this made Spike doubt his decision to turn either one of them. Bestest pals with a Slayer and they still went strolling after dark? Not a sign of high intellect, that.
Still and all, Angelus was keen on having them now and Spike had never been one to refuse a chance to play. They’d been stalking the pair since the Slayer’s death four weeks ago, taking great care to keep clear of the new Slayer. Spike had pleaded for a chance to taste the dark beauty, but Angelus had explicitly forbidden it. They had more important things to do than indulge Spike’s whimsical attachment to Slayer blood, he had said. New family to gather in and all that rot. Once again, Spike felt a flash of irritation at himself for ever bringing this stupid plan to Angelus’ attention. No matter how many times the older demon assured him that the two newest wouldn’t usurp his place, he still worried that perhaps Angelus would love him less once he had a shiny new toy to play with.
Spike circled around, spotting Angelus directly opposite him. With a soft bark, he ran forward, coming up quickly to impede the couple’s progress. The screams echoed through the still night, though he gave them points for bravery. The boy grabbed a nearby fallen branch, waving it towards Spike in what he clearly thought was a menacing manner.
“Well now, what have we here? Two bite sized morsels for the Big Bad. Must be my lucky night,” he drawled, eyes hooded.
“Back off, Fang Face,” the boy snarled. “You try to touch Willow and I’ll give you a nice hard staking…and that so didn’t come out like I meant it.”
“No, I think it came out just fine, whelp. A nice hard staking sounds like the just the thing, only I don’t fancy being on the receiving end. What do you think, little girl? Could give you both a nice hard ride before I suck you dry,” Spike leered, drinking in the tiny redhead’s slight figure.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Snacking before bedtime just ruins your teeth,” a low voice opined from the shadows.
“Is that a fact, mate? Hmm, let me think. Oh that’s right, I don’t care. Now why don’t you just walk away nice and slow like,” Spike replied, amber eyes glowing at his Sire. Angelus’ contribution to the plan and didn’t he always have to complicate things? Instead of a nice tidy snatch and grab, he wanted to “rescue” the two, give them a bit of hope before they died. Since his gift of Buffy’s body hadn’t clued anyone to his involvement in her death, he’d kept in touch with her little band of do-gooders and kept “fighting the good fight”. The nonce said it would make the whole process a bit more exciting, though Spike doubted anything could be more exciting than the thrill of the hunt and the sweetness of the kill.
Of course, Spike didn’t think the little red bird would be dying any time soon. Angelus could play with her for months before he turned her and probably would. He shrugged mentally and got back to their little one act play.
“Willow, Xander, I want you to do exactly as I say. Stand very very still. I don’t want to hurt either of you while I deal with this piece of garbage,” Angelus murmured audibly.
Spike chortled, and swept a leg out, intending to put Angelus flat on his back. The move was so well telegraphed that Angelus jumped it easily, and spun out the jump into flying kick. Spike took the blow and used the momentum to flip backwards, out of Angelus’ range. With a bellow, he bounded forward again, fist connecting easily with Angelus’ jaw, spinning the larger vampire around to connect with the second fist waiting to meet him.
Now, time to take a graceful fall, Spike thought as Angelus’ absorbed his admittedly weak blows and returned them in a flurry of punches equally as weak. Not that either of them had a problem with a good brawl. It just wasn’t the time for a punch up, what with the two little ones needing tending. Best to be as fit as possible, and thus the mock battle.
When Angelus had “run off” the villainous vampire and saved the day, he offered to escort the victims home. Spike followed at a respectable distance, keeping to the shadows and waiting for the signal to strike. He listened with malicious glee to the girl’s outpouring of gratitude. By the end of the next day, she’d be whistling quite the different tune. It was the boy’s reaction that pleased Spike enormously. He thanked Angelus coldly and kept as far away from the “souled” vampire as possible.
Oh lovely, Spike thought. There’s hope for m’boy yet. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he damn sure doesn’t trust Angelus. Smart move, little man. Never trust a demon at your throat.
Hearing Angelus remind the children about nighttime safety, Spike took the cue and crept up behind the boy. Wrapping an arm around the dark haired boy’s neck, he smiled broadly at Angelus who had the little girl well in hand. Her eyes were wide with fear and shock, and she struggled beautifully, all wiggles and kicks.
“Well, Sire? Does he meet with your approval, “ Spike asked, tongue snaking out to lick the fear off the boy’s long neck.
The question was purely rhetorical, for the benefit of their audience. Had these two not met the exacting standards, they’d be dinner instead of family. However, Angelus nodded gravely and Spike leaned in to sink his fangs into the throbbing artery.
“I knew it, you bastard, “ Xander spat, his back tall and his voice strong. “Buffy trusted you and you killed her, didn’t you? What is this, some sort of sick game?”
Spike and Angelus smirked and said as one, “Well, yeah…”
With that, Spike dove in for the kill. With deadly precision, he plunged his razor sharp fangs into Xander’s neck, allowing the boy’s blood to flow freely. He suckled at the wound, tongue doing pirouettes inside the torn flesh. There was pain and rage in the sweet fluid, and the hate he tasted stiffened Spike’s cock to iron.
When the heartbeat fluttered and began to fail, Spike knew it was time to begin the turning. Deciding rapidly that his new little man would know his place in the scheme of things from the start, Spike pushed the boy down on his knees, Whipping out his erection, he made a small slice down the length of the shaft. Forcing the dying boy forward, he pushed inside the warm mouth and rejoiced at the strong suckling that came in response.
He could smell the lust pouring off his soon-to-be Childe and the tears from the red girl, Willow. The scents combined with the sounds of Angelus’ lusty moans and Willow’s grief-stricken sobs and Spike’s control loosened. He stayed still, and let the boy slide up and down his pole, giving him more than enough blood to make him strong. As soon as he began to feel light-headed, Spike gave one strong thrust down the boy’s throat and jet after jet of cold semen pulsed from his body. Pulling out, he caught the little man as he fell and gathered him close.
Turning to Angelus, who was by now rocking his pelvis against Willow’s ass, he quirked an eyebrow, and asked, “Shall we, luv?”
Angelus scooped up his own precious bundle and they walked off, serenaded by the sounds of Willow’s sobs and their own sated growling. Angelus kept up a stream of sadistically erotic whispers, telling Willow how much he already loved her and what lovely things they’d do together. All in all, Spike considered it a night’s work well done, and his cock swelled again at the thought of the fun to be had when his little man finally woke up.
Still and all, Angelus was keen on having them now and Spike had never been one to refuse a chance to play. They’d been stalking the pair since the Slayer’s death four weeks ago, taking great care to keep clear of the new Slayer. Spike had pleaded for a chance to taste the dark beauty, but Angelus had explicitly forbidden it. They had more important things to do than indulge Spike’s whimsical attachment to Slayer blood, he had said. New family to gather in and all that rot. Once again, Spike felt a flash of irritation at himself for ever bringing this stupid plan to Angelus’ attention. No matter how many times the older demon assured him that the two newest wouldn’t usurp his place, he still worried that perhaps Angelus would love him less once he had a shiny new toy to play with.
Spike circled around, spotting Angelus directly opposite him. With a soft bark, he ran forward, coming up quickly to impede the couple’s progress. The screams echoed through the still night, though he gave them points for bravery. The boy grabbed a nearby fallen branch, waving it towards Spike in what he clearly thought was a menacing manner.
“Well now, what have we here? Two bite sized morsels for the Big Bad. Must be my lucky night,” he drawled, eyes hooded.
“Back off, Fang Face,” the boy snarled. “You try to touch Willow and I’ll give you a nice hard staking…and that so didn’t come out like I meant it.”
“No, I think it came out just fine, whelp. A nice hard staking sounds like the just the thing, only I don’t fancy being on the receiving end. What do you think, little girl? Could give you both a nice hard ride before I suck you dry,” Spike leered, drinking in the tiny redhead’s slight figure.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Snacking before bedtime just ruins your teeth,” a low voice opined from the shadows.
“Is that a fact, mate? Hmm, let me think. Oh that’s right, I don’t care. Now why don’t you just walk away nice and slow like,” Spike replied, amber eyes glowing at his Sire. Angelus’ contribution to the plan and didn’t he always have to complicate things? Instead of a nice tidy snatch and grab, he wanted to “rescue” the two, give them a bit of hope before they died. Since his gift of Buffy’s body hadn’t clued anyone to his involvement in her death, he’d kept in touch with her little band of do-gooders and kept “fighting the good fight”. The nonce said it would make the whole process a bit more exciting, though Spike doubted anything could be more exciting than the thrill of the hunt and the sweetness of the kill.
Of course, Spike didn’t think the little red bird would be dying any time soon. Angelus could play with her for months before he turned her and probably would. He shrugged mentally and got back to their little one act play.
“Willow, Xander, I want you to do exactly as I say. Stand very very still. I don’t want to hurt either of you while I deal with this piece of garbage,” Angelus murmured audibly.
Spike chortled, and swept a leg out, intending to put Angelus flat on his back. The move was so well telegraphed that Angelus jumped it easily, and spun out the jump into flying kick. Spike took the blow and used the momentum to flip backwards, out of Angelus’ range. With a bellow, he bounded forward again, fist connecting easily with Angelus’ jaw, spinning the larger vampire around to connect with the second fist waiting to meet him.
Now, time to take a graceful fall, Spike thought as Angelus’ absorbed his admittedly weak blows and returned them in a flurry of punches equally as weak. Not that either of them had a problem with a good brawl. It just wasn’t the time for a punch up, what with the two little ones needing tending. Best to be as fit as possible, and thus the mock battle.
When Angelus had “run off” the villainous vampire and saved the day, he offered to escort the victims home. Spike followed at a respectable distance, keeping to the shadows and waiting for the signal to strike. He listened with malicious glee to the girl’s outpouring of gratitude. By the end of the next day, she’d be whistling quite the different tune. It was the boy’s reaction that pleased Spike enormously. He thanked Angelus coldly and kept as far away from the “souled” vampire as possible.
Oh lovely, Spike thought. There’s hope for m’boy yet. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he damn sure doesn’t trust Angelus. Smart move, little man. Never trust a demon at your throat.
Hearing Angelus remind the children about nighttime safety, Spike took the cue and crept up behind the boy. Wrapping an arm around the dark haired boy’s neck, he smiled broadly at Angelus who had the little girl well in hand. Her eyes were wide with fear and shock, and she struggled beautifully, all wiggles and kicks.
“Well, Sire? Does he meet with your approval, “ Spike asked, tongue snaking out to lick the fear off the boy’s long neck.
The question was purely rhetorical, for the benefit of their audience. Had these two not met the exacting standards, they’d be dinner instead of family. However, Angelus nodded gravely and Spike leaned in to sink his fangs into the throbbing artery.
“I knew it, you bastard, “ Xander spat, his back tall and his voice strong. “Buffy trusted you and you killed her, didn’t you? What is this, some sort of sick game?”
Spike and Angelus smirked and said as one, “Well, yeah…”
With that, Spike dove in for the kill. With deadly precision, he plunged his razor sharp fangs into Xander’s neck, allowing the boy’s blood to flow freely. He suckled at the wound, tongue doing pirouettes inside the torn flesh. There was pain and rage in the sweet fluid, and the hate he tasted stiffened Spike’s cock to iron.
When the heartbeat fluttered and began to fail, Spike knew it was time to begin the turning. Deciding rapidly that his new little man would know his place in the scheme of things from the start, Spike pushed the boy down on his knees, Whipping out his erection, he made a small slice down the length of the shaft. Forcing the dying boy forward, he pushed inside the warm mouth and rejoiced at the strong suckling that came in response.
He could smell the lust pouring off his soon-to-be Childe and the tears from the red girl, Willow. The scents combined with the sounds of Angelus’ lusty moans and Willow’s grief-stricken sobs and Spike’s control loosened. He stayed still, and let the boy slide up and down his pole, giving him more than enough blood to make him strong. As soon as he began to feel light-headed, Spike gave one strong thrust down the boy’s throat and jet after jet of cold semen pulsed from his body. Pulling out, he caught the little man as he fell and gathered him close.
Turning to Angelus, who was by now rocking his pelvis against Willow’s ass, he quirked an eyebrow, and asked, “Shall we, luv?”
Angelus scooped up his own precious bundle and they walked off, serenaded by the sounds of Willow’s sobs and their own sated growling. Angelus kept up a stream of sadistically erotic whispers, telling Willow how much he already loved her and what lovely things they’d do together. All in all, Spike considered it a night’s work well done, and his cock swelled again at the thought of the fun to be had when his little man finally woke up.
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on 2007-03-08 03:58 am (UTC)Spike and Angelus smirked and said as one, “Well, yeah…”
I'm madly in love with you now.
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on 2007-03-14 08:21 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2007-03-16 12:07 am (UTC)freakin sweet
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on 2008-03-22 05:00 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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on 2010-05-10 12:06 am (UTC)Great story!
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