What Dies Inside Us: Chapter 1
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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". A bit of dialogue taken from the episode "Prophecy Girl".
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". A bit of dialogue taken from the episode "Prophecy Girl".Nine Months Later…
“You fight The Master and you’ll die, “ the dark haired teacher was saying, the Watcher’s head cradled in her lap.
“Maybe. Maybe I’ll take him with me, “ the Slayer replied, voice soft but resolute.
Oh this was too easy, Angelus reflected. A scared little girl walking into death’s embrace for the good of humanity. It didn’t get any easier than this. Luckily, the whole “I’m so tortured” routine had kept him endlessly amused. Spike had been right. People really did fall for that Anne Rice bit time and time again.
Except the boy, he smirked. Spike’s sweet young thing hadn’t liked him one bit, no matter how “soulful” he acted. However, that had more to do with erections than ethics. The young pup wanted to fuck The Slayer so bad his arousal left a slick on Angelus’ tongue every time he was around. Too bad she had to die. She might have made an interesting toy for Spike’s new Childe to play with.
Angelus had decided that the Slayer’s two friends would indeed make excellent Aurelians. He’d given Spike permission to sire the boy, and he would keep the little redhead for himself. Knowing Spike, he’d have the boy breached and drained within hours of the Slayer’s death. No patience, no artistry in that boy a’tall. The little girl would have to break, to suffer, to become his in mind and body. Another perfect creation, like his dear darling Drusilla. He missed her, his broken dolly. Well, he’d soon have another sweet girl and their family would be whole again.
He followed the Slayer down into the sewers, pausing only to rip the head off the child vampire that led her. Perversions! The Master surely had lost what little mind he had if he was turning children. Anointed One bedamned! Dru had tried on occasion to make playmates of children and he’d destroyed every one of those foul creations. Children made poor demons and the liabilities far outweighed the sadistic pleasure in turning them.
The Master was taunting her now, telling her it was her fault. Angelus stifled a laugh. He had to give the old bastard his due, he knew just how to make it hurt. Stolen hope flavored the blood so nicely, made it tangy and sharp. Still and all, it was no part of his plans to allow The Master to actually kill the Slayer. He’d have her blood and control of the Order of Aurelius besides. What a thoughtful boy his William was, to have given him this many gifts. He reminded himself to thank his precious Childe later, perhaps with holy water and a good stretch on the rack. William always did enjoy being stretched.
Just as The Master leaned in to take a taste of the Slayer’s powerful blood, Angelus struck. Swing his sword, he sliced through the wrinkled neck of one of the oldest vampires in existence, and watched in horrified amusement as the flesh fled from bleached bones. Nest had claimed to be 600 years old, but demonic rumor had him as the Childe of Aurelius himself. Seeing the bones strewn around the dirt floor, Angelus agreed. No mere vampire this, but a true Old One. Ah, old and dead!
Slender arms entwined around his neck, interrupting his train of thought. Oh shite! The Slayer come to honor her hero. He grimaced, not wanting anything resembling affection from this murderous bitch. However, he played his part to perfection, cuddling and cradling her tenderly right up until his fangs sank deeply into her warm neck.
After the girl was dead, Angelus carried her body to the surface, placing her carefully on the front steps of her school. He wanted his two prospective family members to know exactly what awaited them. Instilling fear was one his chosen art forms. Best the children knew it now, so as not to startle them later.
His production complete, down to the last red rose petal, he started for home. Spike had always told him the blood of a Slayer was a potent aphrodisiac and he’d not believed the cocky lad. Now he knew and he intended to share the wealth with his beautiful boy.
Spike stalked around the mansion, his temper up. He’d been confined for months now, living on scraps brought back by Angelus. The Irish vampire had deemed him too disruptive and refused him permission to hunt. Spike cursed Angelus, the Slayer, devils and demons from various dimensions, and most of all himself for ever thinking up this twisted game.
“Should’ve just snatched the brats and made a run for it. Could have been halfway to China by now, with two nummy treats to shag. But no! I had to be all devoted, come up with this half-wit plan to jolly me old Sire out of his doldrums!”
“And a fine plan it was, sweetling,” said Angelus in a seductive purr. “I’m feeling quite jolly now, lad. In fact, “ he continued as he pulled off his sweater and unbuckled his belt, “I’m feeling so good, I’d like nothin’ better than to share it with ye, sweet Will.”
Spike stared, the sight of his Sire’s body once again taking away his powers of speech. He knew that his desire stemmed from the demon that lay within, at least partly. It clawed and kicked at him, wanting nothing more than to return to its maker. So Spike acquiesced, striding over to Angelus and dropping onto his knees.
“That’s a likely lad, Will. Such a precious boy you are, all golden curls and snarls. Ye’ve a powerful hunger, I know. Would ye like to feed on me tonight? Hmm, little one? Will that appease the ache in yer little belly, “ Angelus teased, cock out and thumping on Spike’s nose.
Spike nodded, tongue slinking out to lick at the tip of the pulsing organ. Just as moved forward to take the beautiful cock into his mouth, Angelus fisted his hair and tipped his head up. Looking into the eyes of his Sire, Spike felt as if this must be what mystics and saints saw when they claimed to see God. To be face to face with the origin of your existence was a powerful experience, but how much more so to fuck it, taste its cum, its blood, to take it inside your body? Spike didn’t fear hell, for he lived in his own heaven.
Angelus smiled almost benevolently, a signal of the pain and depravity that intoxicated Spike. The blood rushing through him went straight to his prick, the tip hot and tingling, balls tight and aching. Whatever Angelus had in mind would be wanton, dirty, and oh so wonderful. Angelus knew him, down to the soles of his feet. The demure principled man he had been still existed inside him, corrupted by a demon and both enjoyed violating the morals he had once lived by.
“If ye want me, baby boy, ye’ll have to ask me nicely, “ Angelus uttered gravely.
Spike knew his part in this play, enjoyed it. Enjoyed it, hell! He craved it, being forced to beg, to play the child for his Sire. He licked his lips in a parody of anxiety, and lowered his eyes to the floor.
“I..I can’t. It’s so wicked,” he stammered, a smile threatening to erupt.
“Ah, but ye can, and ye must. For how can I continue thinking I might be forcing my attentions on you? Do ye not want me,” Angelus asked in a wounded tone.
“Oh yeah,” Spike groaned, smelling the salty tang of his Sire’s pre-cum.
“Then ye must ask, “ came the insistent reply.
“Please, please, Daddy, let me,” Spike said hesitantly
“Let you what, baby? What naughty thing does my strapping son want to do to his Da?”
“Want to suck that lovely cock, Daddy,” Spike whimpered, his own need pressing against the fabric of his jeans. “Want to taste your cum, Daddy. Want to stroke my cock for you.”
“Oh sweetest boy, Da would love to feel yer sweet mouth on his prick. Will ye play the cunt for me as well, boy? Be my good little whore and spread yerself wide,” Angelus inquired sweetly.
His words sent sparks straight to Spike’s own urgent erection and he nodded, unable to speak. The fingers twisted in his hair tugged him forward and his mouth was full of delectable cock. He hollowed out his cheeks to put more pressure on the thick monstrosity fucking his throat. With a moan, he fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, trying to free himself. A clout to the back of his head thrust the throbbing rod deeper into him and stilled his fingers.
Angelus gloried in the moist confines of William’s mouth, but he wasn’t so far gone as to not notice his boy trying to get at his own cock. Now that just wouldn’t do, he thought. That sweet dick needed a bit more time to ripen and the boy would enjoy it all the more for the suffering. A soft vibration on his shaft drew Angelus’ attention back to the matter at hand and he groaned his pleasure at the motion. He sawed in and out of Spike’s mouth, feeling the scrape of teeth and suckling of tongue bringing him closer to his peak.
“Now, a stóirín, I promised you a bit of a taste, didn’t I? Da has a powerful craving to feel yer fangs in him, “ Angelus crooned thickly. “Give me yer bite, me own boy!”
Spike slid all the way down Angelus’ shaft until his nose was buried in damp musky brown curls. Calling his demon forward, he sank his fangs into the very base of the shaft. Angelus roared, spilling cum deep into Spike’s throat. Gleeful, Spike swallowed the enticing mixture of Sire’s blood and cum that poured into his mouth.
As Angelus pulled out, Spike suckled desperately, not wanting to waste a drop of either precious fluid. The larger vampire was still rampantly erect, a testament not only to vampiric stamina but to the potency of Slayer blood. It would be a long, bloody, pleasurable evening for the both of them, Spike thought happily, bounding to his feet.
Angelus grabbed Spike and drew him in for a deep sweet kiss. This was his boy, his Childe. With Darla and Drusilla gone, he focused all of his love on his William. Granted that his love often involved chains and scourges, but it was love nevertheless. He had made William for himself and he kept close the things that belonged to him. Soon, they’d have bright shiny Childer underfoot. But, no matter how much he might come to care for them, they’d not replace his boy.
He led Spike to their bedroom and undressed him slowly, enjoying the play of shadows and light on the slender frame. He gloried in the beauty before him, nipping and sucking at various bits of flesh that enticed him. Shoving Spike face down on their bed, he stroked his leaking erection and watched as the boy knelt, reaching around to part his firm ivory cheeks.
“Yes, yer wanting it now, aren’t you? Aching deep inside yer bitty hole, just for want of yer Da’s cock,” Angelus queried lustily.
“Oh Daddy, please fuck your little boy!” Spike begged desperately. “Need it, need to feel your cock splittin’ me open!”
“So ye shall, William. I’ve a mind to ride ye fer hours,” Angelus responded as he thrust harshly into the dry unprepared opening.
Spike screamed as he tore, the roughness exciting him. Blood rushed into his channel, easing the passage of the intrusive organ. As he slickened, the pain eased a bit and he grasped at his own cock, fucking his fist in rhythm to Angelus’ thrusts.
“So tight, Will. My little virgin boy, every time, “ Angelus choked out as he began to thrust deeper.
Spike rocked back, impaling himself and the change in angle forced the thrusts into his prostate. He whimpered, seeing bright flashes and sparkles as that little nub was pummeled and pounded. He stripped his cock relentlessly, voice calling out for Daddy to make him cum nownownow!
Angelus felt the ache in his balls shift and as he filled Spike’s abused hole with a rush of semen, he barked out “Cum”. The word, ingrained in Spike since his turning, had the desired effect, as the younger vampire spilled his release onto the sheets in sobbing relief.
Angelus collapsed to one side, and drew Spike to him. Cuddled on sheets that smelt of musk and cum and blood, Spike put his head on his Sire’s chest. Replete, they began to talk sleepily of their plans for the two children. Spike drifted off first, and Angelus soon followed him into sleep, mind turning over ideas for how to destroy his precious Willow.
“You fight The Master and you’ll die, “ the dark haired teacher was saying, the Watcher’s head cradled in her lap.
“Maybe. Maybe I’ll take him with me, “ the Slayer replied, voice soft but resolute.
Oh this was too easy, Angelus reflected. A scared little girl walking into death’s embrace for the good of humanity. It didn’t get any easier than this. Luckily, the whole “I’m so tortured” routine had kept him endlessly amused. Spike had been right. People really did fall for that Anne Rice bit time and time again.
Except the boy, he smirked. Spike’s sweet young thing hadn’t liked him one bit, no matter how “soulful” he acted. However, that had more to do with erections than ethics. The young pup wanted to fuck The Slayer so bad his arousal left a slick on Angelus’ tongue every time he was around. Too bad she had to die. She might have made an interesting toy for Spike’s new Childe to play with.
Angelus had decided that the Slayer’s two friends would indeed make excellent Aurelians. He’d given Spike permission to sire the boy, and he would keep the little redhead for himself. Knowing Spike, he’d have the boy breached and drained within hours of the Slayer’s death. No patience, no artistry in that boy a’tall. The little girl would have to break, to suffer, to become his in mind and body. Another perfect creation, like his dear darling Drusilla. He missed her, his broken dolly. Well, he’d soon have another sweet girl and their family would be whole again.
He followed the Slayer down into the sewers, pausing only to rip the head off the child vampire that led her. Perversions! The Master surely had lost what little mind he had if he was turning children. Anointed One bedamned! Dru had tried on occasion to make playmates of children and he’d destroyed every one of those foul creations. Children made poor demons and the liabilities far outweighed the sadistic pleasure in turning them.
The Master was taunting her now, telling her it was her fault. Angelus stifled a laugh. He had to give the old bastard his due, he knew just how to make it hurt. Stolen hope flavored the blood so nicely, made it tangy and sharp. Still and all, it was no part of his plans to allow The Master to actually kill the Slayer. He’d have her blood and control of the Order of Aurelius besides. What a thoughtful boy his William was, to have given him this many gifts. He reminded himself to thank his precious Childe later, perhaps with holy water and a good stretch on the rack. William always did enjoy being stretched.
Just as The Master leaned in to take a taste of the Slayer’s powerful blood, Angelus struck. Swing his sword, he sliced through the wrinkled neck of one of the oldest vampires in existence, and watched in horrified amusement as the flesh fled from bleached bones. Nest had claimed to be 600 years old, but demonic rumor had him as the Childe of Aurelius himself. Seeing the bones strewn around the dirt floor, Angelus agreed. No mere vampire this, but a true Old One. Ah, old and dead!
Slender arms entwined around his neck, interrupting his train of thought. Oh shite! The Slayer come to honor her hero. He grimaced, not wanting anything resembling affection from this murderous bitch. However, he played his part to perfection, cuddling and cradling her tenderly right up until his fangs sank deeply into her warm neck.
After the girl was dead, Angelus carried her body to the surface, placing her carefully on the front steps of her school. He wanted his two prospective family members to know exactly what awaited them. Instilling fear was one his chosen art forms. Best the children knew it now, so as not to startle them later.
His production complete, down to the last red rose petal, he started for home. Spike had always told him the blood of a Slayer was a potent aphrodisiac and he’d not believed the cocky lad. Now he knew and he intended to share the wealth with his beautiful boy.
Spike stalked around the mansion, his temper up. He’d been confined for months now, living on scraps brought back by Angelus. The Irish vampire had deemed him too disruptive and refused him permission to hunt. Spike cursed Angelus, the Slayer, devils and demons from various dimensions, and most of all himself for ever thinking up this twisted game.
“Should’ve just snatched the brats and made a run for it. Could have been halfway to China by now, with two nummy treats to shag. But no! I had to be all devoted, come up with this half-wit plan to jolly me old Sire out of his doldrums!”
“And a fine plan it was, sweetling,” said Angelus in a seductive purr. “I’m feeling quite jolly now, lad. In fact, “ he continued as he pulled off his sweater and unbuckled his belt, “I’m feeling so good, I’d like nothin’ better than to share it with ye, sweet Will.”
Spike stared, the sight of his Sire’s body once again taking away his powers of speech. He knew that his desire stemmed from the demon that lay within, at least partly. It clawed and kicked at him, wanting nothing more than to return to its maker. So Spike acquiesced, striding over to Angelus and dropping onto his knees.
“That’s a likely lad, Will. Such a precious boy you are, all golden curls and snarls. Ye’ve a powerful hunger, I know. Would ye like to feed on me tonight? Hmm, little one? Will that appease the ache in yer little belly, “ Angelus teased, cock out and thumping on Spike’s nose.
Spike nodded, tongue slinking out to lick at the tip of the pulsing organ. Just as moved forward to take the beautiful cock into his mouth, Angelus fisted his hair and tipped his head up. Looking into the eyes of his Sire, Spike felt as if this must be what mystics and saints saw when they claimed to see God. To be face to face with the origin of your existence was a powerful experience, but how much more so to fuck it, taste its cum, its blood, to take it inside your body? Spike didn’t fear hell, for he lived in his own heaven.
Angelus smiled almost benevolently, a signal of the pain and depravity that intoxicated Spike. The blood rushing through him went straight to his prick, the tip hot and tingling, balls tight and aching. Whatever Angelus had in mind would be wanton, dirty, and oh so wonderful. Angelus knew him, down to the soles of his feet. The demure principled man he had been still existed inside him, corrupted by a demon and both enjoyed violating the morals he had once lived by.
“If ye want me, baby boy, ye’ll have to ask me nicely, “ Angelus uttered gravely.
Spike knew his part in this play, enjoyed it. Enjoyed it, hell! He craved it, being forced to beg, to play the child for his Sire. He licked his lips in a parody of anxiety, and lowered his eyes to the floor.
“I..I can’t. It’s so wicked,” he stammered, a smile threatening to erupt.
“Ah, but ye can, and ye must. For how can I continue thinking I might be forcing my attentions on you? Do ye not want me,” Angelus asked in a wounded tone.
“Oh yeah,” Spike groaned, smelling the salty tang of his Sire’s pre-cum.
“Then ye must ask, “ came the insistent reply.
“Please, please, Daddy, let me,” Spike said hesitantly
“Let you what, baby? What naughty thing does my strapping son want to do to his Da?”
“Want to suck that lovely cock, Daddy,” Spike whimpered, his own need pressing against the fabric of his jeans. “Want to taste your cum, Daddy. Want to stroke my cock for you.”
“Oh sweetest boy, Da would love to feel yer sweet mouth on his prick. Will ye play the cunt for me as well, boy? Be my good little whore and spread yerself wide,” Angelus inquired sweetly.
His words sent sparks straight to Spike’s own urgent erection and he nodded, unable to speak. The fingers twisted in his hair tugged him forward and his mouth was full of delectable cock. He hollowed out his cheeks to put more pressure on the thick monstrosity fucking his throat. With a moan, he fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, trying to free himself. A clout to the back of his head thrust the throbbing rod deeper into him and stilled his fingers.
Angelus gloried in the moist confines of William’s mouth, but he wasn’t so far gone as to not notice his boy trying to get at his own cock. Now that just wouldn’t do, he thought. That sweet dick needed a bit more time to ripen and the boy would enjoy it all the more for the suffering. A soft vibration on his shaft drew Angelus’ attention back to the matter at hand and he groaned his pleasure at the motion. He sawed in and out of Spike’s mouth, feeling the scrape of teeth and suckling of tongue bringing him closer to his peak.
“Now, a stóirín, I promised you a bit of a taste, didn’t I? Da has a powerful craving to feel yer fangs in him, “ Angelus crooned thickly. “Give me yer bite, me own boy!”
Spike slid all the way down Angelus’ shaft until his nose was buried in damp musky brown curls. Calling his demon forward, he sank his fangs into the very base of the shaft. Angelus roared, spilling cum deep into Spike’s throat. Gleeful, Spike swallowed the enticing mixture of Sire’s blood and cum that poured into his mouth.
As Angelus pulled out, Spike suckled desperately, not wanting to waste a drop of either precious fluid. The larger vampire was still rampantly erect, a testament not only to vampiric stamina but to the potency of Slayer blood. It would be a long, bloody, pleasurable evening for the both of them, Spike thought happily, bounding to his feet.
Angelus grabbed Spike and drew him in for a deep sweet kiss. This was his boy, his Childe. With Darla and Drusilla gone, he focused all of his love on his William. Granted that his love often involved chains and scourges, but it was love nevertheless. He had made William for himself and he kept close the things that belonged to him. Soon, they’d have bright shiny Childer underfoot. But, no matter how much he might come to care for them, they’d not replace his boy.
He led Spike to their bedroom and undressed him slowly, enjoying the play of shadows and light on the slender frame. He gloried in the beauty before him, nipping and sucking at various bits of flesh that enticed him. Shoving Spike face down on their bed, he stroked his leaking erection and watched as the boy knelt, reaching around to part his firm ivory cheeks.
“Yes, yer wanting it now, aren’t you? Aching deep inside yer bitty hole, just for want of yer Da’s cock,” Angelus queried lustily.
“Oh Daddy, please fuck your little boy!” Spike begged desperately. “Need it, need to feel your cock splittin’ me open!”
“So ye shall, William. I’ve a mind to ride ye fer hours,” Angelus responded as he thrust harshly into the dry unprepared opening.
Spike screamed as he tore, the roughness exciting him. Blood rushed into his channel, easing the passage of the intrusive organ. As he slickened, the pain eased a bit and he grasped at his own cock, fucking his fist in rhythm to Angelus’ thrusts.
“So tight, Will. My little virgin boy, every time, “ Angelus choked out as he began to thrust deeper.
Spike rocked back, impaling himself and the change in angle forced the thrusts into his prostate. He whimpered, seeing bright flashes and sparkles as that little nub was pummeled and pounded. He stripped his cock relentlessly, voice calling out for Daddy to make him cum nownownow!
Angelus felt the ache in his balls shift and as he filled Spike’s abused hole with a rush of semen, he barked out “Cum”. The word, ingrained in Spike since his turning, had the desired effect, as the younger vampire spilled his release onto the sheets in sobbing relief.
Angelus collapsed to one side, and drew Spike to him. Cuddled on sheets that smelt of musk and cum and blood, Spike put his head on his Sire’s chest. Replete, they began to talk sleepily of their plans for the two children. Spike drifted off first, and Angelus soon followed him into sleep, mind turning over ideas for how to destroy his precious Willow.
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