What Dies Inside Us: Chapter Four
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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". Angelus snarled at his presumptuous Childe’s intrusion. Spike, far from being cowed, grinned and wiggled a finger in his Sire’s direction, giving him the universally recognized signal for “I got yer pefect happiness right here”. Angelus barked a laugh and decided that he’d use this interruption to his advantage.
“Open yer eyes, my dearling. Want you to see my perfect boy,” he said, lightly batting at her cheeks.
Willow opened her eyes, dazed and seemingly unable to resist him. Angelus wasn’t the least bit taken in. Cornered kittens will scratch and this little pussy wasn’t ready to stop spitting just yet. She would be soon though, he knew.
“Ye see him, sweet Willow? This is your soon to be brother, and he’s my own joy. He’ll show you just how a good Childe should behave, won’t you, little one?”
Spike simply inclined his head and pulled his shirt off, slowly revealing firm musculature and satiny skin. With a flirtatious glance at Angelus, he popped the top button of his jeans and turned around. Stretching his arms over his head, he bent over, removing his boots. When he stood, seconds ticked by anxiously until the sound of a zipper rent the still air. Slim hands on equally slim hips, the jeans seemed to melt away leaving two sets of eyes gazing at incredibly taut buttocks and lithe legs.
With a graceful spin, Spike came to kneel before the bed, hands laced behind his head. A cocky grin and then his face lost all expression as he cast his eyes down to the floor. Angelus sighed appreciatively at this performance as Spike murmured deferentially, “Your pleasure, Sire?”
“My own, our newest girl doesn’t seem to want to play. I’m not understanding why, but there it is, “ Angelus replied jovially.
“Per’aps she just doesn’t understand the game, Sire. Did you even bother to explain the rules?”
Angelus cuffed Spike lovingly on the back of the head. Trust his boy to make even perfect submission into a form of personal power. Oh, Will had the pose and the tone of a sweet biddable boy, but his words were pure challenge. It’s why he still loved the little one after all this time. His Drusilla had broken so easily, and while he enjoyed that, it did take some of the shine out of their play. Toys were never quite as much fun after they were broken. But he had yet to break William, though he did still try. Sometimes he thought ‘twas all the more enjoyable for the failing.
“I’ve a mind to show the girl just how much fun I can be. Would ye ever help me with that, my Will,” Angelus pretended to ask, and it was just pretence. His boy, turn down a chance for a good fuck and a bit of a sport? T’would never happen!
Spike took the question for the invitation it was and climbed on the bed with his Sire and their new toy. While Angelus toyed with Spike’s cock, Spike began teasing the little girl. He removed the cruel alligator clamps that squeezed her nipples and began to soothe their flaming red tenderness with his tongue. She moaned, the sound catching in her throat and ending as a sob.
“Now, pet, don’t cry. We’ll take right good care o’ you. Such a pretty piece you are, lovely little pussy all open like that. Can smell your juice, all hot and fragrant. You’re all slippery and empty, aren’t you, baby girl?” Spike asked her as his mouth traveled over her little tits, mouth sucking and nipping playfully on her sore nipples.
Without thinking, Willow nodded. She realized what she was doing and shook her head in denial. She didn’t want this, didn’t want to be touched and fondled and licked by these vampires. But she did feel the ache Angelus and Spike both talked about. Her belly was all twisty and quivery. Her thighs were wet with a warm stickiness, and she wanted…something desperately.
“S’okay, Red. We’ll take care of you, make that nasty empty feeling go away. Gonna take good care of you and your luscious little cunny,” Spike rasped, thrusting his cock into Angelus’ loose grip. “Oh yeah, Sire…may I taste her? Want a nice mouthful of cunny while you fuck me.”
Angelus paused, fingers tugging on the heavy sac between Spike’s legs. He didn’t want the little girl to be too distracted when he fucked Will. He wanted her aware and watching them, craving his cock inside her as well.
“Ye can have a taste, little one. But, just a tiny one before we fuck. I’ve got other plans for her then,’ he answered at last.
Spike shrugged and leaned over, pushing his ass into the air. As sure as he knew his own name, he knew his Sire would want access to all his bits and pieces. So long as he got a taste of that hot little cunt, he didn’t much mind what his Sire decided to do to him.
Spike licked the bare skin of Willow’s mound, vocally appreciative of his Sire’s thoughtfulness. Angelus liked his boys to be rough and his girls to be smooth. Claimed those differences were part of the pleasure. Spike had to admit the old bastard had a point. Sweet smooth female flesh under his tongue contrasted nicely with rough hairy male flesh pressed against his backside. His lipped his way down to her moist hole, pausing on the way to bite down on her juicy clit. She shuddered delightfully and squirmed when his tongue probed the velvety walls of her pussy.
“Oh my boy, ye belong just like this. On yer knees and servicing all comers. My sweet little whore,” Angelus crooned and thrust two slickened fingers into Spike, crooking them so they brushed the little gland deep inside. “Now be careful, boyo. Don’t want her to cum and spoil all my plans.”
Spike withdrew his mouth from the warm wetness of Willow’s little quim and rocked back on the fingers twisting and plunging in his bowels. He whimpered slightly when he felt the fingers withdraw. Angelus placed an arm around his chest, drawing him up on his knees.
“Ye see how lovely he is, dearling?” Angelus inquired of Willow and smiled at her when she nodded. “Beautiful hard cock and a sweet arse always ready for a nice pounding. That’s how a Childe should always be fer his Sire. Just like ye’ll always be wet and ready fer me, ready to beg me. Show her how to beg, lad. The sweet girl needs to learn and who better to show her how to beg fer my prick than you?”
Spike dropped down, his tight pucker resting just on the tip of Angelus’ flaring mushroom head. He rotated his hips and arched his back as he complied with his Sire’s demand.
“Sire, want you to fuck me. Need to feel that monster cock deep inside me. Want to be your little boy, your slut, “ Spike panted and his sweet insistence was rewarded as Angelus’ cock pushed past the first ring of muscle.
“Deeper, Sire, please. Fill me up and make me yours, “ and the whole head popped inside him as Angelus began to slowly fist the blonde’s aching erection.
“Willow sweet, want to watch ye play with that pretty pussy. Tease yer little cunt while I fuck my boy. Just a tease, mind. Ye’ve not earned the right to cum and I’ll not be lenient twice in one night, “ Angelus warned, and then grunted as Spike slammed down and his cock bottomed out in the boy’s ass.
Spike started riding, body undulating up and down on the stiff thickness inside him. Willow’s fingers had found her clit and were busy pinching and stroking the overstimulated nub. Watching the two cocks in front of her, she began to want one of them to fill up her little pussy. As Spike began to ride the large cock faster, she moved her fingers faster, imagining her own little hole wrapped around that thrusting shaft. She groaned and stretched her other hand up as far the manacles would allow. It moved just enough to reach her puffy nipples and she began to pinch them.
The three of them came together, voices overlapping in cries of relief. Angelus recovered first and removed Spike from his now softening cock. Gently, he put his boy face down on the bed and patted him firmly on the ass, a silent signal to stay put.
Willow lay back, legs spread and face blissful. She still had two fingers buried deep inside her pussy and she moved them spastically, still quivering from her very first orgasm. Her pleasure was short lived, for Angelus took firm hold of her hair and lifted her up, shaking her with fury.
“I told ye I’d not be so lenient twice in one night. A simple order, girl and ye couldn’t even follow it. Well, ye’ll be paying for that little bit o’defiance,” he hissed.
Using her hair as a lead, he pulled her face towards Spike’s bent body. Pressing her nose into the moist crack of Spike’s ass, he positioned himself behind her. Another fistful of hair and her neck contorted, arching backward painfully.
“Ye’ll follow this order perfectly or I’ll drain ye here and now. Understand me, dearling,” Angelus queried, voice calm and even.
Willow grunted, her neck too stretched to answer audibly. Her mind was blank, the pleasure from her orgasm and pain from her current position swimming together and emptying her head of rational thought.
“Good, my pretty kitten. Now, use that clever little mouth to clean my boy. Suck all my spunk from his sweet hole until he’s emptied, “ Angelus ordered.
Willow leaned forward, tongue poking out. The very tip touched the folds of Spike’s dripping channel and he pushed backwards, seeking more stimulation. Willow wiggled her tongue experimentally, and Spike groaned, clenching the abused pucker. A glop of cool salty liquid landed on her tongue, and she swallowed it.
“That’s it, girl. I’m thinking my boy deserves a reward for his efforts at pleasing me, and yer to be it. Will, precious, stroke that cock for Daddy while I,” Angelus paused and savagely forced his cock into Willow, “fuck this little slut raw.”
She felt a searing pain as her virgin barrier was ripped away and the tears flowed down her face and onto her tongue. Mixing with the saltiness of the cum leaking from Spike’s ass, the bitter concoction of her pain and humiliation became a tangible thing. The sounds of her own arousal squelching as Angelus rammed himself into her core and the gathering heat in her belly caused another round of fresh tears.
“ ‘S good, isn’t it, kitten? The feel of his cock, the taste of his jizz, makes you hot, yeah? He’s owning you, marking you, and soon enough you’ll be needing it to feel whole, “ Spike grunted. Angelus’ thrusts had forced Willow’s tongue farther inside him and the pointed tip stabbed at his prostate. Spike increased the pace of his strokes to match Angelus and as he heard Angelus’ soft moan of release, he shot, cool seed pumping into the blanket.
Angelus withdrew from Willow’s bloodied and battered opening, and she collapsed. Her body twitched and shook from the pain and the ache. As Angelus stood, Spike’s arms grabbed her and with a small twitch, she ended up on her back again. With a wicked grin, he dove between her still spread lips. Angelus snorted but watched approvingly as his boy lapped hungrily at the blood and semen that flowed from Willow’s body. The girl seemed to enjoy the feel of that cool talented tongue, if her whimpers and sighs were to be believed.
Angelus stroked his rapidly hardening staff, and he began to think of a few more punishments for his naughty little kitten. Certainly a whipping was in order, but he’d grown tired of traditional punishments. Perhaps he’d lash that little cunt raw, another demonstration of just who she belonged to now. Aye, that sounded like a fine idea. A lashing for that red oozing snatch followed by a shower of spunk might just make his point.
Spike sat up, tongue sweeping out to gather up the last drops of fluid from his mouth. Gazing down at the damaged form on the bed, he sighed, remembering his own first night with Angelus. He hadn’t appreciated it then and he sometimes wished he could go back and relive it. He enjoyed a good hard coring, but that first time was something special. That first push, the shock of intrusion in a previously untouched place, the soft voice using harsh words saying slut, whore, sweet pussyboy and the thrill of fingers pinching and pulling his cock…Suddenly, he beamed up at Angelus, remembering he had his own Childe waiting for him. His own little man to fuck and torment, and wouldn’t that be lovely?
“Aye, darling lad, ye’ve a Childe to be seeing to now. Go on and have yer fun. I’ll be joining ye after I’ve finished here. Our little dearling needs a bit more seeing to before she’s ready,” Angelus answered Spike’s silent delight with an indulgent smile.
As Spike scampered off to play, Angelus began retrieving the tools he’d need. A thick dildo, fatter than his wrist, to keep his girl open; a lash, it’s soft strands able to inflict pain on her tender cunt without damaging it; the nipple clamps, just because he enjoyed seeing those little nips all red and oozing. As he chained her up, he reflected that for once Spike had managed to do everything right. He’d have to think up yet another reward for his thoughtful boy. Ah, I spoil the lad too much, he thought sentimentally as the sounds of Willow’s screams traveled down his body and set his balls to aching.
“Open yer eyes, my dearling. Want you to see my perfect boy,” he said, lightly batting at her cheeks.
Willow opened her eyes, dazed and seemingly unable to resist him. Angelus wasn’t the least bit taken in. Cornered kittens will scratch and this little pussy wasn’t ready to stop spitting just yet. She would be soon though, he knew.
“Ye see him, sweet Willow? This is your soon to be brother, and he’s my own joy. He’ll show you just how a good Childe should behave, won’t you, little one?”
Spike simply inclined his head and pulled his shirt off, slowly revealing firm musculature and satiny skin. With a flirtatious glance at Angelus, he popped the top button of his jeans and turned around. Stretching his arms over his head, he bent over, removing his boots. When he stood, seconds ticked by anxiously until the sound of a zipper rent the still air. Slim hands on equally slim hips, the jeans seemed to melt away leaving two sets of eyes gazing at incredibly taut buttocks and lithe legs.
With a graceful spin, Spike came to kneel before the bed, hands laced behind his head. A cocky grin and then his face lost all expression as he cast his eyes down to the floor. Angelus sighed appreciatively at this performance as Spike murmured deferentially, “Your pleasure, Sire?”
“My own, our newest girl doesn’t seem to want to play. I’m not understanding why, but there it is, “ Angelus replied jovially.
“Per’aps she just doesn’t understand the game, Sire. Did you even bother to explain the rules?”
Angelus cuffed Spike lovingly on the back of the head. Trust his boy to make even perfect submission into a form of personal power. Oh, Will had the pose and the tone of a sweet biddable boy, but his words were pure challenge. It’s why he still loved the little one after all this time. His Drusilla had broken so easily, and while he enjoyed that, it did take some of the shine out of their play. Toys were never quite as much fun after they were broken. But he had yet to break William, though he did still try. Sometimes he thought ‘twas all the more enjoyable for the failing.
“I’ve a mind to show the girl just how much fun I can be. Would ye ever help me with that, my Will,” Angelus pretended to ask, and it was just pretence. His boy, turn down a chance for a good fuck and a bit of a sport? T’would never happen!
Spike took the question for the invitation it was and climbed on the bed with his Sire and their new toy. While Angelus toyed with Spike’s cock, Spike began teasing the little girl. He removed the cruel alligator clamps that squeezed her nipples and began to soothe their flaming red tenderness with his tongue. She moaned, the sound catching in her throat and ending as a sob.
“Now, pet, don’t cry. We’ll take right good care o’ you. Such a pretty piece you are, lovely little pussy all open like that. Can smell your juice, all hot and fragrant. You’re all slippery and empty, aren’t you, baby girl?” Spike asked her as his mouth traveled over her little tits, mouth sucking and nipping playfully on her sore nipples.
Without thinking, Willow nodded. She realized what she was doing and shook her head in denial. She didn’t want this, didn’t want to be touched and fondled and licked by these vampires. But she did feel the ache Angelus and Spike both talked about. Her belly was all twisty and quivery. Her thighs were wet with a warm stickiness, and she wanted…something desperately.
“S’okay, Red. We’ll take care of you, make that nasty empty feeling go away. Gonna take good care of you and your luscious little cunny,” Spike rasped, thrusting his cock into Angelus’ loose grip. “Oh yeah, Sire…may I taste her? Want a nice mouthful of cunny while you fuck me.”
Angelus paused, fingers tugging on the heavy sac between Spike’s legs. He didn’t want the little girl to be too distracted when he fucked Will. He wanted her aware and watching them, craving his cock inside her as well.
“Ye can have a taste, little one. But, just a tiny one before we fuck. I’ve got other plans for her then,’ he answered at last.
Spike shrugged and leaned over, pushing his ass into the air. As sure as he knew his own name, he knew his Sire would want access to all his bits and pieces. So long as he got a taste of that hot little cunt, he didn’t much mind what his Sire decided to do to him.
Spike licked the bare skin of Willow’s mound, vocally appreciative of his Sire’s thoughtfulness. Angelus liked his boys to be rough and his girls to be smooth. Claimed those differences were part of the pleasure. Spike had to admit the old bastard had a point. Sweet smooth female flesh under his tongue contrasted nicely with rough hairy male flesh pressed against his backside. His lipped his way down to her moist hole, pausing on the way to bite down on her juicy clit. She shuddered delightfully and squirmed when his tongue probed the velvety walls of her pussy.
“Oh my boy, ye belong just like this. On yer knees and servicing all comers. My sweet little whore,” Angelus crooned and thrust two slickened fingers into Spike, crooking them so they brushed the little gland deep inside. “Now be careful, boyo. Don’t want her to cum and spoil all my plans.”
Spike withdrew his mouth from the warm wetness of Willow’s little quim and rocked back on the fingers twisting and plunging in his bowels. He whimpered slightly when he felt the fingers withdraw. Angelus placed an arm around his chest, drawing him up on his knees.
“Ye see how lovely he is, dearling?” Angelus inquired of Willow and smiled at her when she nodded. “Beautiful hard cock and a sweet arse always ready for a nice pounding. That’s how a Childe should always be fer his Sire. Just like ye’ll always be wet and ready fer me, ready to beg me. Show her how to beg, lad. The sweet girl needs to learn and who better to show her how to beg fer my prick than you?”
Spike dropped down, his tight pucker resting just on the tip of Angelus’ flaring mushroom head. He rotated his hips and arched his back as he complied with his Sire’s demand.
“Sire, want you to fuck me. Need to feel that monster cock deep inside me. Want to be your little boy, your slut, “ Spike panted and his sweet insistence was rewarded as Angelus’ cock pushed past the first ring of muscle.
“Deeper, Sire, please. Fill me up and make me yours, “ and the whole head popped inside him as Angelus began to slowly fist the blonde’s aching erection.
“Willow sweet, want to watch ye play with that pretty pussy. Tease yer little cunt while I fuck my boy. Just a tease, mind. Ye’ve not earned the right to cum and I’ll not be lenient twice in one night, “ Angelus warned, and then grunted as Spike slammed down and his cock bottomed out in the boy’s ass.
Spike started riding, body undulating up and down on the stiff thickness inside him. Willow’s fingers had found her clit and were busy pinching and stroking the overstimulated nub. Watching the two cocks in front of her, she began to want one of them to fill up her little pussy. As Spike began to ride the large cock faster, she moved her fingers faster, imagining her own little hole wrapped around that thrusting shaft. She groaned and stretched her other hand up as far the manacles would allow. It moved just enough to reach her puffy nipples and she began to pinch them.
The three of them came together, voices overlapping in cries of relief. Angelus recovered first and removed Spike from his now softening cock. Gently, he put his boy face down on the bed and patted him firmly on the ass, a silent signal to stay put.
Willow lay back, legs spread and face blissful. She still had two fingers buried deep inside her pussy and she moved them spastically, still quivering from her very first orgasm. Her pleasure was short lived, for Angelus took firm hold of her hair and lifted her up, shaking her with fury.
“I told ye I’d not be so lenient twice in one night. A simple order, girl and ye couldn’t even follow it. Well, ye’ll be paying for that little bit o’defiance,” he hissed.
Using her hair as a lead, he pulled her face towards Spike’s bent body. Pressing her nose into the moist crack of Spike’s ass, he positioned himself behind her. Another fistful of hair and her neck contorted, arching backward painfully.
“Ye’ll follow this order perfectly or I’ll drain ye here and now. Understand me, dearling,” Angelus queried, voice calm and even.
Willow grunted, her neck too stretched to answer audibly. Her mind was blank, the pleasure from her orgasm and pain from her current position swimming together and emptying her head of rational thought.
“Good, my pretty kitten. Now, use that clever little mouth to clean my boy. Suck all my spunk from his sweet hole until he’s emptied, “ Angelus ordered.
Willow leaned forward, tongue poking out. The very tip touched the folds of Spike’s dripping channel and he pushed backwards, seeking more stimulation. Willow wiggled her tongue experimentally, and Spike groaned, clenching the abused pucker. A glop of cool salty liquid landed on her tongue, and she swallowed it.
“That’s it, girl. I’m thinking my boy deserves a reward for his efforts at pleasing me, and yer to be it. Will, precious, stroke that cock for Daddy while I,” Angelus paused and savagely forced his cock into Willow, “fuck this little slut raw.”
She felt a searing pain as her virgin barrier was ripped away and the tears flowed down her face and onto her tongue. Mixing with the saltiness of the cum leaking from Spike’s ass, the bitter concoction of her pain and humiliation became a tangible thing. The sounds of her own arousal squelching as Angelus rammed himself into her core and the gathering heat in her belly caused another round of fresh tears.
“ ‘S good, isn’t it, kitten? The feel of his cock, the taste of his jizz, makes you hot, yeah? He’s owning you, marking you, and soon enough you’ll be needing it to feel whole, “ Spike grunted. Angelus’ thrusts had forced Willow’s tongue farther inside him and the pointed tip stabbed at his prostate. Spike increased the pace of his strokes to match Angelus and as he heard Angelus’ soft moan of release, he shot, cool seed pumping into the blanket.
Angelus withdrew from Willow’s bloodied and battered opening, and she collapsed. Her body twitched and shook from the pain and the ache. As Angelus stood, Spike’s arms grabbed her and with a small twitch, she ended up on her back again. With a wicked grin, he dove between her still spread lips. Angelus snorted but watched approvingly as his boy lapped hungrily at the blood and semen that flowed from Willow’s body. The girl seemed to enjoy the feel of that cool talented tongue, if her whimpers and sighs were to be believed.
Angelus stroked his rapidly hardening staff, and he began to think of a few more punishments for his naughty little kitten. Certainly a whipping was in order, but he’d grown tired of traditional punishments. Perhaps he’d lash that little cunt raw, another demonstration of just who she belonged to now. Aye, that sounded like a fine idea. A lashing for that red oozing snatch followed by a shower of spunk might just make his point.
Spike sat up, tongue sweeping out to gather up the last drops of fluid from his mouth. Gazing down at the damaged form on the bed, he sighed, remembering his own first night with Angelus. He hadn’t appreciated it then and he sometimes wished he could go back and relive it. He enjoyed a good hard coring, but that first time was something special. That first push, the shock of intrusion in a previously untouched place, the soft voice using harsh words saying slut, whore, sweet pussyboy and the thrill of fingers pinching and pulling his cock…Suddenly, he beamed up at Angelus, remembering he had his own Childe waiting for him. His own little man to fuck and torment, and wouldn’t that be lovely?
“Aye, darling lad, ye’ve a Childe to be seeing to now. Go on and have yer fun. I’ll be joining ye after I’ve finished here. Our little dearling needs a bit more seeing to before she’s ready,” Angelus answered Spike’s silent delight with an indulgent smile.
As Spike scampered off to play, Angelus began retrieving the tools he’d need. A thick dildo, fatter than his wrist, to keep his girl open; a lash, it’s soft strands able to inflict pain on her tender cunt without damaging it; the nipple clamps, just because he enjoyed seeing those little nips all red and oozing. As he chained her up, he reflected that for once Spike had managed to do everything right. He’d have to think up yet another reward for his thoughtful boy. Ah, I spoil the lad too much, he thought sentimentally as the sounds of Willow’s screams traveled down his body and set his balls to aching.
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