Rats or The Staff Outing
Title: Rats or The Staff Outing
Pairing: Spike/Angel, Spike/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4082
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Summary: The staff of Wolfram & Hart goes to the zoo.
Warnings: rape, torture, language (mine, I’m not a native speaker)
Rats or The Staff Outing
Spike flips his fag end to the ground, looking bored. So the bunnies were nice but spending a whole evening and half the night with his unsettlingly inscrutable Sire and his evil entourage isn’t. And why the hell did Angel detach him from the others to unobtrusively drag him towards one of the smaller, secluded houses, fenced off by red barrier tape?
Going with the utter darkness that even betrays Spike’s vampire sight, an ominous feeling creeps up on him, making his skin crawl as he enters the room. The stale stench of dung, a rustle, the weak echo of a heartbeat. Closing his eyes to draw off his attention of the slowly recognizable outlines of the room, he scents human blood and vampiric testosterone. Fear and lust, both potent and alarming.
„Angel, what the fuck…?“
„Shhhh, boy“, Angel’s soothing voice whispers into the blond’s ear while a teasing hand slips below his shirt and scrapes along his abdomen, leaving burning skin, “I’ve got a present for you, lover. Your favourite pet, especially for my boy”. The mischievous smirk is audible in Angel’s voice as his fingernails dig in the sensitive skin below the blond’s belly button deep enough to make Spike hiss before they disappear.
A “click” and a sudden flash make Spike turn around to the sign besides the cage that’s dimly illuminated by a weak lamp. “Rattus rattus”, Spike mumbles, unconsciously reading the sign aloud. “Rats? You think my favourite animals are bloody rats? Sure you aren’t confusing anything here, Peaches? Besides, the cage looks more gorilla size.”
Angel’s voice reverberates with the tiled walls, making it sound far away and omnipresent at the same time. “Oh come on, Spike, no need to be upset. I know you’ve been wallowing in the dirt, playing with your filthy little friend. And didn’t he play you oh so good?"
Swirling around, Spike’s eyes search Angel and find him standing startlingly close to him, his forearms leaning on the rail in front of the cage that's designed for the visitor's to lean against after a long day of walking. The older vampire stares intently at the dark emptiness inside as if the word’s that just had been spoken weren’t his. Trying to sound calm, Spike states “Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout but it sure as fuck sounds insane. Just the way we all know and, oh yes, don’t love you, wanker.” Lighting a cigarette would stabilize him now but his hands tremble lightly and so he hides them in the pockets of his duster. Whatever this is about, it’s not boding well.
“Uh, that hurt. You wanna know what we’re talking about? Let’s have a look, shall we?“ Suddenly the room’s brightly illuminated, the sudden, artificial intensity of neon lamps hurting Spike’s eyes that just had begun to adjust to the shadows. Blinking, he realizes that they’re not alone. Chained by a heavy shackle around one ankle, Doyle - no, damn, Lindsey, Spike tells himself - lies in the backmost corner of the empty cage. He’s naked and bruised, his wrists bound with a rugged rope in front of his bare abdomen and dried blood smeared all over his unwashed chest.
"Surprise!" Angel cries cheerily, his gesture and voice a mimicry of joy and for one moment Spike expects him to throw confetti.
Spike watches him warily. "This 's sick. Even for you."
Angel's features darken abruptly. "I'll tell you what's sick. Contending successfully for the proprietary status of a denomination for dubious cults that sacrifice newborns is sick. Making human trafficking syndicates look like non-profit organizations to the revenue authorities is sick. Organizing and supporting the campaign of a racist demagogue is sick." Turning toward his captive, Angel addresses Lindsey directly, imitating an attorney delivering his pleading. "Calling Mr. McDonald here a rat is a wanton insult to every rodent on this planet but since there's no creature nearly as ruthless, devious and spineless as him I had to improvise a little bit. My apologies to Your Honor, Members of the Jury."
Changing his features from grave to cheerful in an instant, Angel playfully punches Spike, who's still staring at the naked human unbelievingly. "Wanna feed your new pet? I'm sure he's hungry after... I don't know. How many days have it been Lindsey?"
The ex lawyer looks up, compressed rage burning In his eyes but he stays quiet, his jaw musculature straining visibly and working. Shrugging his shoulders, Angel picks a palmful of brown nuggets like the ones the zoo sells to feed the animals out of his pocket and offers them to Spike. When the blond doesn't react, Angel throws one by one through the bars, making Lindsey avert his face as a nugget recoils from a bruised eye socket.
"Stop it." Growling, Spike realizes how thin Lindsey looks. Emphasizing the man's muscular build, the weight loss gives the vampire a hard fight not to devour the beautifully beaten body with his eyes though he knows that he's under Angel's scrutiny. Feeling caught red-handed, he pushes Angel's hand away as it's aiming fodder at Lindsey. "What ya think you're doing?"
Presenting a thorough tableau of innocence, Angel dusts down his hands. "Aren't you enjoying your little present, baby?" Resting a hand on the blond's tense shoulder, he leans towards Spike, intentionally breathing cool air along his lover's ear. "Like you used to enjoy him?" Only a whisper, silent enough Spike's not sure if the words really were said.
Stepping away, Angel raises his voice again. "So, rats. Ah, all those childhood memories… cosy, isn't it Lindsey? Back in the days, the proverbial over-ambitioned trailer park boy waiting for the day his actual live finally begins. So cute. But it never did, did it? Not where it matters. Instead, you took all the poverty and the filth with you, the sour stink of alcohol, the vulgar bellow and the rustling at night. Pretty blue-eyed boy, bravely protecting his smaller siblings from the rats coming out at night, nibbling at their bony toes… what a picture. Underdog romanticism at it's best. They had to give you the scholarship, just for the fucking sake of the American Dream, didn't they?"
Lindsey flinches, his sore wrists unconsciously trying to get free. Angel smiles at him, asking "That close? Really? Your live's a bloody gone wrong shilling shocker, Lindsey. I was about to ask you if I was wrong, if you in fact liked your hairy friends, the rats the only ones willing to play with the trashy little piece of scum you've always been and always will be, but no, too much of a happy end, isn't it? It really was the "1984"-Version. Did you read it, Linds or were you to occupied drilling articles? You really should."
Laughing humourlessly, Spike finally lights his fag, not caring about his slightly instable fingers. "Why don't you ask him if they didn't literally eat rats?" Spike tilts his head, musing. "Oh, no wait, that was you."
Angel only raises a brow, tossing a last nugget into the cage and yells "Strike!" when it hits Lindsey.
"Honestly, pet. What exactly made you THAT happy? Sure as hell wasn't me."
Cupping Spike's cheek in one big palm, Angel shakes his head and tenderly lowers his lips on Spike's mouth, the touch a gentle caress against his Childe's skin. Retreating, Angel smiles softly, his voice velvet and his eyes an ice desert. "No, it sure as hell wasn't you."
"Yeah, what about your shining soul, big hero? Not that convincing without an audience", a hoarse voice mumbles derisively from behind. Both vampires swirl around, Angel exclaiming joyfully "It speaks!", Spike blushing ashamed because this was the first thing that came to his mind, too.
Abandoning Spike, Angel leans on the rail again and laughs at the caged man. "You disappoint me, Lindsey. You of all people should know that the soul's the most flexible part of every living being. Or walking corpse, while we're on it. Honestly, why does everybody confuses that pesky curse with some kind of spiritual dry cleaning?" Angel lifts his hands in a theatrically gesture as if asking the gods who's responsible for this cheap witticism. Locking eyes with Lindsey, he continues "still the original soul, neither dirt-repellent nor waterproof, just the old shabby thing I was born with. Still can be stained by people like you. And you know what, Lindsey, I don't like stains."
Obviously enjoying the two fearful gazes directed at him, Angel snatches the cigarette right out of Spike's mouth and takes a drag, blowing smoke rings, before he continues. "Take, for example, Spike here. Fought for his soul, unbearable pain, died to save the world, yadda yadda yadda. Big drama. And nevertheless your pain makes his cock stir. Bloody shame you can't smell it. He's harder than me, aren't you, baby?"
Spike furiously takes a step forward, his fist raised to punch but Angel simply turns around a split second before Spike can strike a blow and begins to pace, proceeding his monologue. "Never mind. The point is, all of us have souls. All of us feel guilty. Some of us as an art form, some of us like a slack joint and, well, Spike had his weekend trip into light moral malaise in a basement. Nevertheless, I can do this to you", he snaps his fingers and the groaning of rusty metal breaks the silence, "without batting an eyelash If I think it's necessary. Or fun."
Lindsey's and Spike's heads turn towards the sound's source, watching a flood of fur and naked tails floating the cage through a steel door, a squeaking, stinking mass, overrunning itself and hurriedly heading towards Lindsey, who's trying to vanish into the tiled wall.
The deep, creepy echo of Angel's laughter fills the room, horrifying Spike more than the sight of Lindsey screaming and trying to get away from the disgusting mob that threatens to bury him beneath sniffling whiskers and sharp teeth.
"Oh, by the way, Linds, the filth smeared all over you isn't just for the looks, it makes you an olfactory tidbit for our four-footed friends. But I suppose you've noted that already. Fortunately, their instincts tell them to avoid vampires. Bad for you.", Angel informs Lindsey before he's pulled down by Spike, screaming at him to make this stop and striking at Angel when he's finally managed to straddle him. Not stopping to laugh, Angel takes some blows before he grabs Spike's wrists, using his weight and superior strength to turn his Childe over until he lies sprawled out on the quivering body, bracing himself on one stretched arm. "Make me."
Spike considers spitting in his Sire's face but hearing Lindsey scream, he backs down, dulling his voice to a reasonable plea. "Please, Angel. I beg you. Stop it."
Cuffing Spike hard, Angel hisses "so this is what makes you beg? Tell me more, baby, what else made you do it? Did you like it when he tapped your ass with his dirty little paws? Did he make you squeal like the horny little slut you are when he rolled over for you?"
"So that's it? You being fucking jealous? Grow up, Angel, even if we did fuck-", Spike winces as Angel brutally shoves his thigh between Spike's leg's, hurting him deliberately, "we didn't, bollocks, Angel, you moron, we've never shagged." His rage getting the better of him and flouting reason, Spike continues through gritted teeth "though you should thank him, wouldn't have let you do me if I hadn't been hot for Doy… Lindsey."
Growling, Angel jumps up, heading for a door besides the bars and after a few seconds enters the cage, a hose in his hand, directing the water jet at Lindsey who's still struggling to defend himself against the hungry rodents. Fleeing from the freezing water, the rats bustle around Angels feet in a chaotic hustle, clearing the way for Angel to free Lindsey's ankle and to drag the bleeding and dripping wet man out of the cage by his hair. The animals spread throughout the room, the individual bars too distant from each other to confine them.
"Damn, now look what you've archived Spike. Happy now?" Swearing, Angel kicks one of the panicking rats, who hurriedly disappear through the door in the cage and hardly visible cracks in the walls, their fugue telling them to flee from the two most dangerous beasts in the room and no longer drawn to Lindsey's scent after he's been hosed down.
Bending him over the rail that's distant enough from the cage to allow several zoo-goers to stand directly in front of the bars, the cold steel digging into Lindsey's lower abdomen, Angel keeps his groaning captive down by his neck, while the vampires stare at each other, tense like panthers before the crucial attack.
"You can't keep both of us in check at the same time", Spike hisses, feeling close to drop his human mask.
"No, but I can break his neck the moment you move. Wouldn't that be a pity, your darling dead before you can kiss him good bye?"
"Fuck, Angel, get a grip, mate. He isn't. Never was. Just a bloke that used and betrayed me to get to you."
"Maybe not, but you wanted to have him, didn't you? Come on, you admitted it already."
"Angel, I-"
"Stop, fucking lying to me, boy. You know better than that."
Spike rolls his eyes. "Right. So I wanted to fuck him, what now?"
"Do it, get it out of your system if you need it that much."
"Wot?"
Angel, pushes Lindsey's legs apart, then walks to his front, still holding him down, and lies a big hand on one ass cheek, exposing Lindsey who begins to say something but is silenced immediately by calm but menacing words. "Shut up, Lindsey. This isn't about you."
Spike unconsciously steps closer until his growing bulge is nearly touching the human's naked ass. Lindsey's skin is covered in tiny red bite wounds, the fresh blood smelling like sweet, honey-laced sin that makes Spike dizzy and weakens his already flawed hold on himself. "I won't do it. That's fuckin' rape," he whispers, sounding a little desperate.
Angel clasps his paralyzed Childe's hand and tenderly leads it to the small of Lindsey's back, pushing it slowly down until both their hands spread Lindsey's cheeks carefully, Spike's fingers sensing the soft puckered skin, instinctively wanting to breach the tight hole. Nevertheless he fights the unwelcome need that burns inside his body for all he's worth but for fuck's sake, the man is beautiful. Black ink, red blood and glistening water drops on smooth skin emphasize every tiny movement of the trained musculature.
"Don't fight it, Spike. Remember what he's done. To you, to every single legally helpless victim." Angel's voice is sincere for the first time this night, every hint of ambiguity and deceit gone. "Imagine what it would feel like, your cock sliding in his body, damp and hot and tight…" The two vampires lock gazes and Spike swallows audibly as a strong finger is placed above one of his own, pressing the digit with slow, determined force into Lindsey's hole.
"The most flexible part," Angel whispers softly, a hint of regret in his smile.
Spike's eyes widen as he feels the tight damp warmth of Lindsey's body clamping around his finger and doesn't retreat when Angel withdraws his hand to cup Spike's cheek once more, gesture and inflection genuine this time. "Want me to make it easier for you? Lift the pesky burden of responsibility from your shoulders? Is this what you want?" Feeling a thump caressing his cheekbones, Spike leans into the touch, closing his eyes in the affirmative. Angel leans forward, compressing Lindsey's bent over upper body painfully, and kisses Spike's forehead. "Just do as I tell you and everything will be fine."
Spike nods, rejecting every sane thought that threatens to subdue his desire to dominate Lindsey and to submit to Angel, and slips a second, then a third finger inside Lindsey while he unbuttons his fly and shoves his jeans down, exactly when and how Angel's calm voice tells him to.
Staring at each other, Angel orders Spike to thrust his leaking erection into Lindsey without further ado, not sparing a thought about preparation. Once the brutal invasion has torn him open, the bound man screams, the sound making both vampire's cocks twitch and their connection deepen. Though he feels Lindsey's blood lubricating the way and senses the still chilled skin that's slowly getting warmer, there's a split second when Spike couldn't say if he was fucking Lindsey or Angel, the velvety voice carrying him through the first few reckless thrusts until his instincts take over.
The blond breaks eye contact, mumbling "give me some space here, luv? Just for a little while?"
Angel's expression turns blank but after a short moment of hesitation he walks over, standing behind Spike who pauses, and bites his Childe's neck with blunt teet, hurting him deliberately. "Don't stray, baby. Big brother's watching you." He saunters to the other wall, leaning against the tiles, so he can watch their profiles while he opens his trousers and begins to jack his cock.
Yanking Lindsey up by his wet strands, Spike presses the man's naked back against his clothed chest, continuing to pound into him, and whisper's in his ear, as quiet as possible, hoping that Lindsey's pained moans prevent Angel from understanding every word.
"Relax, cowboy, it hurts less when you stop fighting it." Lindsey laughs humourlessly, spiting "you gotta know, asshole."
"Never wanted it to be like this, you know that", he says and begins to stroke Lindsey's flaccid cock, making it harden under his ministrations until it lies big and heavy in his hand, small beads of precum letting Spike's fist glide smoothly up and down the shaft. The vampire's breathing is ragged and it's hard to concentrate but he doesn't want to do this without a word. After all, there was a time when he wanted Doyle. Lindsey. Bollocks. Being betrayed and taken for a fool still hurts more than Spike's ready to admit. Nevertheless, it fuels his rage.
"Won't hurt you more than necessary", Spike continues angrily though they both know it's a blatant lie regarding the force with which he slams into the battered body, simultaneously speeding up the movement of his fist. "Don't have to 'cause Angel sure as hell will do that job for me when his jealousy kicks in full force. 'lil possessive, my old Sire, but I suppose you've guessed that much."
This time there's real amusement in the ex lawyers silent, sarcastic laughter. "And you think you'll come out of this unscathed? After letting him watch how you unload in my ass and make me come? Really, stud, that's cute. What do you think", he mumbles under his breath, waiting for a especially loud moan from Spike to distract Angel who's breathing heavily himself, "shall we see if we can make this charade even a little more interesting?"
"What the fuck-"
Suddenly, Lindsey's whole body twitches and he arches his back, moaning aloud. "Right there, baby, god, yes, you know how to do me good. The way you used to fuck me, your tongue in my hole… oh god, Spike, please."
Startled, Spike pauses for a second, turning his head towards Angel clandestinely. The dark vampire's head is tilted back, his hand a blur. Spike watches him anxiously, his hips thrusting against Lindsey again hard enough to bruise and mentally thanks whatever watches over vampires that his Sire's too occupied chasing his orgasm to rip his head off right now. He prays that there will be time to rectify Doyle's- Lindsey's lie.
Pinching Lindsey roughly, Spike hisses "shut up, pillock, you're killing us both".
"Do I? Think we can do even better than that", the human snickers, his drawl laced with amused viciousness, trying to lie his bound hands over Spike's to make him go on stroking his now fully erect cock and continues by himself when Spike pulls them away like he's been burned. "Don't stop this, baby, please. Feels so good to feel your hands around my cock, your talented mouth and your-" Lindsey moans wantonly, "tight asshole."
Spike freezes, turning to address Angel but is cut off by a menacing growl. "Shut up, Spike, both of you, and bring this to an end." Angel grits his teeth and closes his eyes, his thighs trembling, as he jerks himself roughly. It doesn't take long until jets of cool semen spurt from his dick, splashing over his exposed abdomen, his shirt pushed up to avoid staining.
Confused, anxious and furious at the same time but too desperately aroused to care, Spike pushes Lindsey over the iron bar again and thrusts into him for all he's worth, finally shooting deep inside the man's body, being overrun by an vicious kind of lust he hasn't allowed himself to feel in years. Panting heavily, his hands braced on the rail besides Lindsey, he tries to steady himself, his legs too weak to carry him before he pulls out, watching his spunk mixed with Lindsey's blood oozing from the violently stretched hole.
They stay like this for some time, Lindsey's neglected erection diminishing slowly while Spike tries to get a grip on his thoughts, not daring to make Lindsey come now Angel is satisfied, wondering what he can say or do to convince him that he didn't lie but nothing comes to mind that sounds convincing enough to save them all.
The sound of Angel zipping up startles him out of his frantic thinking, and he jumps back, distancing himself from him. Not deigning to look at the beaten man literally hanging over the rail, Angel steps close, kissing Spike, than presses his forefinger on Spike's lips, shutting him up effectively. "Hush. It's late. The other's surely wonder where we are."
"But-"
Placing the digit firmly on the blond's lips again, Angel darts a warning glance at him. "No back-talking, boy", then simply turns around and leaves.
Spike just stands there, staring at Lindsey, knowing he's expected to follow his Sire. When Angel yells "now!", he hurriedly picks Lindsey up, eliciting a pained gasp, and carefully lies him down. Lindsey coils up, the childlike posture emphasizing the battered state of his body.
"Listen, Doy-, pet… er, sorry, Lindsey, I'm-"
Sounding derisive and tired, Lindsey spits "Spare me, will you? Your master's calling anyway." He closes his swollen eyes, blanking Spike out. "Hurry up, baby boy, go and get your spanking."
Wondering why everybody seems to think it's O.K. to tell him to shut up today, Spike starts to utter something but then falls silent. He really can't imagine anything to say.
Stepping outside, the darkness embraces him like an old mantle. Spike automatically lights a fag, wondering if it'll be his last, when he discovers Angel walking down the path that leads away from the blocked house. He makes Gunn, Wesley and Fred out in the distance, all of them beckoning Angel over, pointedly glancing at their watches, and hears Gunn yelling "Where have you been? Where's Spike? We already thought you turned into bats!"
"Rats", Spike mumbles to himself as he slowly follows Angel, "actually we turned into rats."
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Clothing his face in false smiles, Angel waves at his friends, not slowing down when he hears Spike following within safe distance. The memory of Lindsey's little attempt to manipulate him turns his professional smile into a genuine, vicious smirk that make the corners of his mouth twitch. Hardly surprising rat boy was an excellent lawyer but Spike's surprised expression was more than sufficient proof for what Angel wanted to have accredited. He'll punish the little shit for having wanted to fuck Lindsey anyway. Especially now he's actually done it. No need to let him know that he isn't under suspicion anymore. His Childe has always been the most fun when he's afraid.
Enjoying the flexibility of his soul one last moment before his friend's presence forces him to pretend unambiguousness again, Angel pulls a young rat out of his pocket and kneels down to put it carefully on the lawn, watching the scared animal run away. He looks over his shoulder and smiles at Spike who has stopped in his tracks and winks at him. Really, no need to put his cards on the table any time soon.