Criminal Part II
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sevendeadlyfun A/N: This is a continuation of the fic I wrote for a feedmykink challenge. I'd rate this R for language. Nothing really dirty here, some implied sex. I'll be continuing this at some point, so don't despair. It will get dirtier.
Summary: Buffy uses Spike to satisfy her darker urges. Angel shows up.
Disclaimer: I only pretend to own them. But they get off on it anyways...
Summary: Buffy uses Spike to satisfy her darker urges. Angel shows up.
Disclaimer: I only pretend to own them. But they get off on it anyways...
Criminal Part II:
Buffy slid off Spike’s still form, panting from her exertions. She felt free for the first time since she’d been called. Being the Slayer trapped her in an endless cycle of death and destruction; she had longed for a return to the real world, a world that didn’t involve experimenting with chemicals to find one that would remove Grish’n’akra blood from suede. She had tried so hard to force herself into that world. But now she understood. This had given her what she needed. Being the Slayer wasn’t about death, it was about power. She had the power inside her and she’d been denying it for so long. That was why she hurt so much, because she hadn’t accepted her Slayer self. She really owed Spike a huge thank you for this. If it hadn’t been for him, she might never had figured this out. She twirled in an ecstatic pirouette, wanting nothing more than to share her joy with the world. Sure, she’d done a bit of damage here, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. Spike was easily fixable. His vamp healing would kick in and he’d be all ready to celebrate with her.
Except, he wasn’t moving. His eyes were open, but they were fixed on some faraway point. Hmm, not so ready to celebrate than. Maybe some blood would get his attention. She rummaged through her backpack and withdrew a pint of pig’s blood. It sloshed and rolled in the clear plastic container and Buffy’s stomach pitched in queasy sympathy. Ugh, really. She’d seen a lot of disgusting things in her time as a Slayer, but drinking blood pushed all her ick buttons. Oh well, blood was life, right? It made him warm, made him hard, made him hers. That was definitely worth an ick or two.
She uncapped the container and waved the blood under Spike’s nose. Not so much as an eye blink. She opened his mouth and poured in a little of the blood. Red rivulets spilled down his chin, puddling on the sheets. Huh, now what? She sat back on her heels and tried to think. She had forced Angel to drink by beating him, but she wasn’t so sure that would work here. Especially without the added incentive of Slayer blood, something she wasn’t willing to offer up to Spike. Buffy got lost in thought, trying to find some way to fix what she’d broken. The rich voice that rolled from the crypt’s shadows broke her concentration and she started, leaping to her feet.
“Buffy? What the hell is going on here?”
It was Angel. OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod…Angel’s here and Spike’s here and naked and Angel and Ohmygod….Buffy looked around frantically for something that would cover her body. She didn’t want Angel to see her like this, didn’t want to feel the scorn that would surely come. Spike. She’d had sex with Spike, willingly, enthusiastically. She’d betrayed Angel. Her one true forever love and she’d cheapened herself with Spike’s touch.
“Buffy, I asked you a question, “ Angel growled.
He could smell it, the whole sordid scene. Her cum was everywhere, drenching his Childe. Blood permeated the room. As he walked closer, he could smell blood on Buffy’s breath, Spike’s blood. One glance at his incapacitated boy and he knew exactly what had happened.
He’d heard about this, but hadn’t believed it. There had always been rumors about Slayers taking vampire slaves, pets to be used and abused. He dismissed it as nonsense, because a Slayer and a vampire together was too absurd to even contemplate. Of course, that was before he’d met Buffy. But, nothing they'd shared had come close to what lay before him now. Suddenly, he found every reason to believe those old stories.
“Angel, this is…it isn’t what it looks like. I…we…Spike…and I had to…I’m so sorry…please look at me, Angel, “ Buffy babbled hysterically, trying to find some way to explain to Angel that this meant nothing to her. Spike meant nothing to her. She was still Angel’s girl, always and forever.
“So you didn’t beat the hell out of my…Spike and then fuck him until he passed out? ‘Cause that’s what it looks like to me,” Angel replied, coolly furious.
“No…yes…Angel, it didn’t mean anything. I just…it was something I had to do. Spike had to be contained,” Buffy explained, fighting for composure.
“So, this is ‘containment’, than? Funny, it looks a lot like torture to me. You should be pleased, Buffy. You’ve actually managed to outstrip Angelus for viciousness. Even at his worst, he never inflicted this much damage on Will.”
“I’m nothing like Angelus, “ Buffy hissed.
“No. You’re not, “ Angel retorted. “You’re worse. Jesus, Buffy, you’re supposed to be one of the good guys. “
“I am the good guys, Angel. I fight the good fight, and sacrifice my whole life to keep the world safe from monsters like Spike. Don’t give me another speech, okay? I so don’t need it from you,” Buffy turned around and gathered her clothes, dressing quickly. She shot Angel a pleading look, one he ignored.
“You know what, Buffy? I’m sick and tired of hearing your ‘poor me’ speeches. So you’re the Chosen One. So what? If you want a normal life, sweetheart, I have to tell you that this,” he gestured towards Spike, “definitely doesn’t approach normal.”
“I understand that you’re angry, “ Buffy whispered. “After all, I…”
“You what? Destroyed my favorite Childe for your own sick pleasure?”
“I told you! It didn’t mean anything!” She walked over to Angel, placing a pacifying hand on his arm. He grabbed her wrist, throwing her hand off him. “I’m sorry, Angel. I’m so sorry. I should have thought…I didn’t mean to betray you. You told me to move on. You left!” Tears slid down Buffy’s cheeks, and she reached towards him again.
“That’s what you think this is about? Do you think I give a damn about you right now? Christ, I can barely stomach being in the same room with you. Spike was MINE, Buffy. My Childe, my creation, and you tried to destroy him. That’s the only way you figure into this, “ Angel roared.
He stalked past her and tore the chains from the headboard. Wrapping Spike in the blood soaked blanket, he gently lifted the catatonic vampire off the bed. Cradling Spike close to him, he met Buffy’s shocked eyes. He slid into game face, and smiled cruelly at the shaken Slayer. “Spike is and always has been mine. My boy, my Childe, and no one breaks him but me. Come near him again, and I’ll show you exactly how I feel about you,…Slayer.”
Frozen, Buffy watched them leave. When she couldn’t hear Angel’s footsteps anymore, she sank to the floor. Burying her head in hands, she let loose the flood of tears waiting just behind her eyes. In the back of her mind, she heard Dawn’s stupid song, the words taunting her. And it’s a sad, sad world when a girl will break a boy just because she can…
TBC....
Buffy slid off Spike’s still form, panting from her exertions. She felt free for the first time since she’d been called. Being the Slayer trapped her in an endless cycle of death and destruction; she had longed for a return to the real world, a world that didn’t involve experimenting with chemicals to find one that would remove Grish’n’akra blood from suede. She had tried so hard to force herself into that world. But now she understood. This had given her what she needed. Being the Slayer wasn’t about death, it was about power. She had the power inside her and she’d been denying it for so long. That was why she hurt so much, because she hadn’t accepted her Slayer self. She really owed Spike a huge thank you for this. If it hadn’t been for him, she might never had figured this out. She twirled in an ecstatic pirouette, wanting nothing more than to share her joy with the world. Sure, she’d done a bit of damage here, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. Spike was easily fixable. His vamp healing would kick in and he’d be all ready to celebrate with her.
Except, he wasn’t moving. His eyes were open, but they were fixed on some faraway point. Hmm, not so ready to celebrate than. Maybe some blood would get his attention. She rummaged through her backpack and withdrew a pint of pig’s blood. It sloshed and rolled in the clear plastic container and Buffy’s stomach pitched in queasy sympathy. Ugh, really. She’d seen a lot of disgusting things in her time as a Slayer, but drinking blood pushed all her ick buttons. Oh well, blood was life, right? It made him warm, made him hard, made him hers. That was definitely worth an ick or two.
She uncapped the container and waved the blood under Spike’s nose. Not so much as an eye blink. She opened his mouth and poured in a little of the blood. Red rivulets spilled down his chin, puddling on the sheets. Huh, now what? She sat back on her heels and tried to think. She had forced Angel to drink by beating him, but she wasn’t so sure that would work here. Especially without the added incentive of Slayer blood, something she wasn’t willing to offer up to Spike. Buffy got lost in thought, trying to find some way to fix what she’d broken. The rich voice that rolled from the crypt’s shadows broke her concentration and she started, leaping to her feet.
“Buffy? What the hell is going on here?”
It was Angel. OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod…Angel’s here and Spike’s here and naked and Angel and Ohmygod….Buffy looked around frantically for something that would cover her body. She didn’t want Angel to see her like this, didn’t want to feel the scorn that would surely come. Spike. She’d had sex with Spike, willingly, enthusiastically. She’d betrayed Angel. Her one true forever love and she’d cheapened herself with Spike’s touch.
“Buffy, I asked you a question, “ Angel growled.
He could smell it, the whole sordid scene. Her cum was everywhere, drenching his Childe. Blood permeated the room. As he walked closer, he could smell blood on Buffy’s breath, Spike’s blood. One glance at his incapacitated boy and he knew exactly what had happened.
He’d heard about this, but hadn’t believed it. There had always been rumors about Slayers taking vampire slaves, pets to be used and abused. He dismissed it as nonsense, because a Slayer and a vampire together was too absurd to even contemplate. Of course, that was before he’d met Buffy. But, nothing they'd shared had come close to what lay before him now. Suddenly, he found every reason to believe those old stories.
“Angel, this is…it isn’t what it looks like. I…we…Spike…and I had to…I’m so sorry…please look at me, Angel, “ Buffy babbled hysterically, trying to find some way to explain to Angel that this meant nothing to her. Spike meant nothing to her. She was still Angel’s girl, always and forever.
“So you didn’t beat the hell out of my…Spike and then fuck him until he passed out? ‘Cause that’s what it looks like to me,” Angel replied, coolly furious.
“No…yes…Angel, it didn’t mean anything. I just…it was something I had to do. Spike had to be contained,” Buffy explained, fighting for composure.
“So, this is ‘containment’, than? Funny, it looks a lot like torture to me. You should be pleased, Buffy. You’ve actually managed to outstrip Angelus for viciousness. Even at his worst, he never inflicted this much damage on Will.”
“I’m nothing like Angelus, “ Buffy hissed.
“No. You’re not, “ Angel retorted. “You’re worse. Jesus, Buffy, you’re supposed to be one of the good guys. “
“I am the good guys, Angel. I fight the good fight, and sacrifice my whole life to keep the world safe from monsters like Spike. Don’t give me another speech, okay? I so don’t need it from you,” Buffy turned around and gathered her clothes, dressing quickly. She shot Angel a pleading look, one he ignored.
“You know what, Buffy? I’m sick and tired of hearing your ‘poor me’ speeches. So you’re the Chosen One. So what? If you want a normal life, sweetheart, I have to tell you that this,” he gestured towards Spike, “definitely doesn’t approach normal.”
“I understand that you’re angry, “ Buffy whispered. “After all, I…”
“You what? Destroyed my favorite Childe for your own sick pleasure?”
“I told you! It didn’t mean anything!” She walked over to Angel, placing a pacifying hand on his arm. He grabbed her wrist, throwing her hand off him. “I’m sorry, Angel. I’m so sorry. I should have thought…I didn’t mean to betray you. You told me to move on. You left!” Tears slid down Buffy’s cheeks, and she reached towards him again.
“That’s what you think this is about? Do you think I give a damn about you right now? Christ, I can barely stomach being in the same room with you. Spike was MINE, Buffy. My Childe, my creation, and you tried to destroy him. That’s the only way you figure into this, “ Angel roared.
He stalked past her and tore the chains from the headboard. Wrapping Spike in the blood soaked blanket, he gently lifted the catatonic vampire off the bed. Cradling Spike close to him, he met Buffy’s shocked eyes. He slid into game face, and smiled cruelly at the shaken Slayer. “Spike is and always has been mine. My boy, my Childe, and no one breaks him but me. Come near him again, and I’ll show you exactly how I feel about you,…Slayer.”
Frozen, Buffy watched them leave. When she couldn’t hear Angel’s footsteps anymore, she sank to the floor. Burying her head in hands, she let loose the flood of tears waiting just behind her eyes. In the back of her mind, she heard Dawn’s stupid song, the words taunting her. And it’s a sad, sad world when a girl will break a boy just because she can…
TBC....