Ecstasy in pictures
Someone made a picture based on my little Fun in Cages story!
http://community.livejournal.com/feedmykink/69581.html?#cutid1
Look! Is a smirky Angelus. And a cage. And hard-ass Wes. And Robin. Sweet Robin! *squee!*
Now I really do have to make a sequel. Hrm... I did hate how Angel season 4 ended - I mean the dream-sequence getting rid of the beast was more satisfying than what happened, and heaven knows if you have a dream sequence, you CAN'T make it more fulfilling that the reality... I digress.
So I can continue this piece, from where it is. It'll mean bringing in Cordelia. And Connor. And Gunn. I left Gunn out before. But... yeah. We can do this.
They left him in the same room. Of course they did. Why have two places to hold your captive vamps when you can have one?
The nice girl - Fred they called her - brought him a mug of warmed pig’s blood and held it for him while he drank.
Angelus was already stirring again in his cell, plucking out the tranq darts.
“I’m so sorry about this,” Fred said, sounding for all the world like a hostess apologizing for a lack of canapés. “I’m sure it’s only temporary. Wesley’s not a bad man. He just… well, he’s really smart and if he has a plan it’s probably a good one. I mean, there was this thing where he stole Angel’s child and all, but that wasn’t his fault, there was a prophecy…” she waved her hand dismissively. “Anyway, we’re going to have a meeting just as soon as I finish this I promise you I’m going to tell them all about what Willow said about you.”
Spike couldn’t help smiling, though he felt far from reassured. He raised his head from the straw. “And what did Red have to say about me?”
“Oh, well that you’re on the good side now. And have a soul and all. It was quite the bit of gossip. I mean, I call Willow to ask her if she knows anything about this beast thing, and right in the middle of the conversation she blurts ‘Spike has a soul now!’ and I say, ‘Spike who?’ and she explains how they have a vampire in Sunnydale helping them out just like we have Angel here in LA.”
Spike grimaced.
“You want more blood?” Fred peered into the mug. There were only dregs left. “Does the last little bit of a cup of blood taste bad like the last bit of a cup of coffee does? I hate that last bit.”
“No, pet, ‘m fine.”
“Okay. Well, anyway, the first thing I said was, ‘does yours get all broody?’ and Willow said ‘Oh no! He’s the opposite of broody.’ Which made me wonder what else was different…”
Spike closed his eyes. Why had he said he was fine? He should have asked for another cup of blood! Now he’d have to wait for the bird to take a breath, and it was looking like she babbled like a superhero. Willow must have been hard-pressed to keep up.
“She told me how you were always pretending to be this bad guy but you were really sweet and kind of a romantic, like you even had a steady girlfriend for a century and most vampires do NOT go in for the monogamy thing…”
“Pet? Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”
“Hm? Oh, yes.” She ducked her head and smiled, melting all irritation he’d felt at her prattle. “I’d better go.” She gathered up the mug.
“I’m counting on you,” Spike said. “Let them know: I’m not like Angelus. Never was.”
She nodded. “I promise.”
And then she was gone, up the stairs.
And Angelus was back to sitting on the cot in his cage, looking right at Spike.
“You can fuck right off,” Spike said to him. “I’m no fledge to be intimidated from across the room.”
Angelus’ smirk showed him to be well-pleased with this reaction. “I like what you said to Winifred. You were never like me. Truer words have never passed your lips. You were never a leader. Never your own man.”
“Never was a sadistic bastard,” Spike tilted his head back. “And I no longer give a rat’s tit what you think about me so go ahead, continue. I’ll just lean back and admire your cage.” He shifted his shoulders against the metal chair and hoped he just looked like he was holding his hands behind his back.
“I won’t be in here forever.”
“No. They’re gonna let you out the second you have your poofy soul back. More’s the pity.”
Angelus walked to the edge of the cage and rested his wrists on the bars over his head. In a friendly, nonchalant tone, he asked, “Did they let you clean my cum out of you before they tied you up?”
Spike lost his smug expression and Angelus chuckled, rocking his head against his forearm in amusement.
http://community.livejournal.com/feedmykink/69581.html?#cutid1
Look! Is a smirky Angelus. And a cage. And hard-ass Wes. And Robin. Sweet Robin! *squee!*
Now I really do have to make a sequel. Hrm... I did hate how Angel season 4 ended - I mean the dream-sequence getting rid of the beast was more satisfying than what happened, and heaven knows if you have a dream sequence, you CAN'T make it more fulfilling that the reality... I digress.
So I can continue this piece, from where it is. It'll mean bringing in Cordelia. And Connor. And Gunn. I left Gunn out before. But... yeah. We can do this.
They left him in the same room. Of course they did. Why have two places to hold your captive vamps when you can have one?
The nice girl - Fred they called her - brought him a mug of warmed pig’s blood and held it for him while he drank.
Angelus was already stirring again in his cell, plucking out the tranq darts.
“I’m so sorry about this,” Fred said, sounding for all the world like a hostess apologizing for a lack of canapés. “I’m sure it’s only temporary. Wesley’s not a bad man. He just… well, he’s really smart and if he has a plan it’s probably a good one. I mean, there was this thing where he stole Angel’s child and all, but that wasn’t his fault, there was a prophecy…” she waved her hand dismissively. “Anyway, we’re going to have a meeting just as soon as I finish this I promise you I’m going to tell them all about what Willow said about you.”
Spike couldn’t help smiling, though he felt far from reassured. He raised his head from the straw. “And what did Red have to say about me?”
“Oh, well that you’re on the good side now. And have a soul and all. It was quite the bit of gossip. I mean, I call Willow to ask her if she knows anything about this beast thing, and right in the middle of the conversation she blurts ‘Spike has a soul now!’ and I say, ‘Spike who?’ and she explains how they have a vampire in Sunnydale helping them out just like we have Angel here in LA.”
Spike grimaced.
“You want more blood?” Fred peered into the mug. There were only dregs left. “Does the last little bit of a cup of blood taste bad like the last bit of a cup of coffee does? I hate that last bit.”
“No, pet, ‘m fine.”
“Okay. Well, anyway, the first thing I said was, ‘does yours get all broody?’ and Willow said ‘Oh no! He’s the opposite of broody.’ Which made me wonder what else was different…”
Spike closed his eyes. Why had he said he was fine? He should have asked for another cup of blood! Now he’d have to wait for the bird to take a breath, and it was looking like she babbled like a superhero. Willow must have been hard-pressed to keep up.
“She told me how you were always pretending to be this bad guy but you were really sweet and kind of a romantic, like you even had a steady girlfriend for a century and most vampires do NOT go in for the monogamy thing…”
“Pet? Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”
“Hm? Oh, yes.” She ducked her head and smiled, melting all irritation he’d felt at her prattle. “I’d better go.” She gathered up the mug.
“I’m counting on you,” Spike said. “Let them know: I’m not like Angelus. Never was.”
She nodded. “I promise.”
And then she was gone, up the stairs.
And Angelus was back to sitting on the cot in his cage, looking right at Spike.
“You can fuck right off,” Spike said to him. “I’m no fledge to be intimidated from across the room.”
Angelus’ smirk showed him to be well-pleased with this reaction. “I like what you said to Winifred. You were never like me. Truer words have never passed your lips. You were never a leader. Never your own man.”
“Never was a sadistic bastard,” Spike tilted his head back. “And I no longer give a rat’s tit what you think about me so go ahead, continue. I’ll just lean back and admire your cage.” He shifted his shoulders against the metal chair and hoped he just looked like he was holding his hands behind his back.
“I won’t be in here forever.”
“No. They’re gonna let you out the second you have your poofy soul back. More’s the pity.”
Angelus walked to the edge of the cage and rested his wrists on the bars over his head. In a friendly, nonchalant tone, he asked, “Did they let you clean my cum out of you before they tied you up?”
Spike lost his smug expression and Angelus chuckled, rocking his head against his forearm in amusement.