Slay me, Save me Chapter 13: Into the jaws of death; into the mouth of hell (part 2)
Title: Slay me, Save me
Chapter 13: Into the jaws of death; into the mouth of hell
Pairing: Spike, Adam, Angel, Giles & the Sunnydale gang
Rating: NC17 for Spike swearing, vampire / human sex, torture, mutilation
Summary: There's a bar room blitz as Spike lets off steam with plenty of steam, of a different sort, later. Angel's relentless punishment continues without respite and each outrage tips his fragile health further into the well of madness. Spike and Adam go for it (and how) whilst making inroads finding the missing vampire, unaware dark forces are watching their every move and their world will soon fall apart.
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Chapter 13: …into the jaws of death; into the mouth of hell (part 2)
Spike was pissed as a newt within an hour and totally obnoxious to everyone and everything in Willy’s bar. He picked a fight with demons smaller and much larger than himself; insulted those opting not to rise to his baiting and told the filthiest of jokes to anyone within earshot. He instigated two actual punch-ups, winning both, and staggered into several push-shove mock fights, nothing willing to enter into an affray with an out of control Alpha vampire newly shed of his inhibitor. He made a complete nuisance of himself; chucked glasses around, threatened even the mildest of monsters with broken bottles, sat on the head of an old vampire acquaintance and farted violently, Willy begging Adam to get the dressed up drunk out of his bar. Grabbing the harassed bartender by the hair, Spike threw him against a mirror and stormed out, swearing at unsuspecting demons entering the establishment, pushing one down the stairs and calling another a fat, ugly cunt. He got in the car and drove off, leaving Adam, arms outstretched, yelling for him to stop, braking abruptly and reversing to allow the boy to jump into the passenger seat.
“Stop the car, Spike, and let me drive,” Adam ordered.
“Or what, OfficerChurch, you gonna arrest me for drunk driving?”
“You’re gonna kill us both, the state you’re in.”
“I’m already dead, mate, or had you forgotten,” Spike sneered, accelerating.
“Well, I’m not, so stop the fucking car, you moron!”
“Moron? Don’t call me a fucking moron, you little twit!” Spike growled, stopping the car and leaning over to throw open Adam’s door. “Get out! Go on, get the fuck out!” Adam folded his arms and refused to look at his drunken vampire, Spike leaping out and dragging the boy from the car and shoving him against it, poking him in the chest as Adam made to get up. “What, you think you can take me?” He snarled, pointing to his head. “In case you’ve forgotten…chip free, I can rip your gizzards out.” He grabbed Adam by the throat, snarling in the struggling human’s face, and shivered into demon guise, smiling maniacally to bare his fangs.
“Grow up, Spike,” Adam spluttered, terrified and aroused by the satanic face of the vampire strangling him.
“You grow up!” Spike retorted childishly, pressing full length over his idiot cop and kicking his legs apart to get between his thighs. “I could drain you right here and fuck you senseless as your life spewed away.” The vampire slammed his groin into the upturned buttocks, feeling Adam’s cock twitch and, licking up the boy’s glistening cheek and running a fang to the magic spot on his neck, crooned, “With death staring you in the boat race, you’re still up for a bit of the other; what’s the matter with you?”
Trying to prise the fingers from his neck, Adam wheezed, “You gonna give me another speech, Spike? Gonna go all heartless and butch, like you did in LA? Gonna spout some shit about not giving a damn about anything, how you’re still the ‘Big Bad’ and can knock me into next week now you’re free to do so. Well, go ahead, take my head off; tear my guts out and tell me to crawl back to my little life without you.” Spike thumped the boy on the forehead with his knuckles. “I’m a distance runner, Spike, not a sprinter and I’m here for the long run. I can take anything you throw at me and I’m not letting you get away with it this time.”
Spike roared and spun the kid around, forcing his head down and grinding his face into the car, then reached under the straining body to unbuckle the belt and tear open the buttons of his flies. The cruel vampire twisted one arm up behind Adam’s back and wrenched the jeans and underpants down, revealing buttocks ripe for abuse. Spike rubbed his crotch into the meaty arse, moving back to unzip and take out his fully erect penis. Parting his foreskin, the vampire spat a great wad of gob over the head of his dick and worked the spittle into his hood and around his glans; positioning his cock at Adam’s bum crease and searching for the tight anus with a finger, grunted, “This’ll probably hurt both of us,” and rammed his cock into the clenched hole in one thrust.
Adam jerked up at the assault, but was pushed down roughly, and Spike kept his loins pressed up against the succulent arse cheeks, circling his hips, demanding the boy accept his prick and to get over the sharp jolt of pain as his own foreskin was ripped backwards. Easing out of the warm confines of Adam’s rectum until only the tip remained inside, Spike hammered back in, battling the tightened resistance successfully, and was balls deep up the kid’s chute again; pausing to enjoy the delicious heat of his insides. Adam whimpered at the violence of the attack, Spike’s demon sniggering at the human’s pain and discomfort, his soul weeping for the loss.
Spike rode his idiot cop hard, plunging into the bleeding hole with harsh, angry thrusts, sometimes pulling out entirely to run his shaft over the furry arse crease before thumping back in and pounding viciously, uncaring of the squirming person beneath. He gripped Adam’s shoulders as he fucked, digging fingernails into the flesh and grimaced as his orgasm approached. Speeding up his prick punches, Spike yelled out as he fired his spunk into the grasping anus, shuddering as he ejaculated, then fell exhausted over the motionless body, breathing heavily.
He licked at Adam’s earlobe, biting with blunt teeth, teasing a tongue inside and gently lifted the limp form, reaching under to grip the wet shaft. The boy had cum without being touched, the friction of his cock against the car and the club up his ass beating up his prostate enough to bring him off. Spike moved Adam’s sealed foreskin back slightly, swiping a finger over the sticky glans and around the ridge, Adam flinching as his overly sensitive cockhead complained. Covering the glans, Spike rolled the flesh between finger and thumb to seal the tip and then raised a lifeless leg, turning Adam onto his back, keeping the connection of cock to arse; the boy’s denim covered legs up around his chest. The lad’s eyes were closed tight and he flung an arm over his face, not wanting to look at his vampire, but Spike gently removed it. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss over trembling lips, Adam responding and offering his tongue. The kiss deepened, Spike breaking away, dabbing his mouth all over the boy’s flushed face.
Opening his eyes and looking at his vampire, Adam whispered, “Must be some kinda pervert, but that was…”
“Hush, now, pet,” Spike whispered, running a finger down the boy’s cheek, “don’t have to tell me what feels good; I’ve done more and worse to get my jollies.”
The men laughed and kissed as Spike moved his dick in and out of Adam’s leaking arseshole, taking the boy’s length, stretching out the elastic foreskin and masturbating slowly. He prised the nervous testicles from the boy’s shaft and eased the twitching pair back into their ball sack, preventing their escape by circling his fist around the scrotum, feeling them batting his hand as they squirmed to pull up into their comfort zone.
“Like you,” Adam groaned, “in your smart suit between my legs fucking me, looks real sexy.”
Tilting his head and arching an eyebrow, Spike teased, “Fancy me all togged up, do ya? Tell me how much you like me fucking you dressed up like a dog’s dinner.”
“Like it,” Adam purred, “like you looking like a depraved office manager, screwing his PA over the desk on the pretense of promotion. Like your cock poking out of your zipper and up my ass.” Spike punched in several brutal jabs, causing Adam to flinch and cry out, then gripping the boy’s fleshy arse cheeks for leverage, hammered in a series of deep thrusts. “Ow! Ow, Spike…that hurts…ahh…do the face for me.”
Spike shook off the smoothness of his human countenance and growled; baring deadly fangs, close enough for Adam to raise his head and kiss his demon, cutting a lip on the sharp teeth. Spike clamped over the bleeding mouth and sucked, leaning back to drool a mixture of blood and saliva over Adam’s sweaty brow.
Awed and sexually charged by the magnificence of his vampire’s terrible, feral beauty, the healing facial wounds breathtaking, Adam emitted a high pitched yip as three powerful spurts of spunk shot out of his prick and streaked his T-shirt, Spike milking the last dribbles before driving into the upturned buttocks and coating Adam’s insides with his second ejaculation. They shuddered together and lay motionless; Spike’s face nestled into Adam’s neck, nibbling at the scar until a shrieking caused them to spring up to the sight of a gang of girls hanging out of a passing car’s windows.
‘Way to go, horny bastards!’ was only one of the comments they heard.
***
After cleaning up, the men purchased a crate of beer and parked outside a deserted building site, where they sat, drank and talked. Aware he had acted like a nit, Spike didn’t want to face Giles for another couple of hours and Adam was able to get his vampire to remember everything that had happened earlier in LA.
“…and he said something like, ‘breuddwyd caregan,’ more than once and ‘Soltash,’ or some shite. I thought he was pissing me about, but do you think it has some significance?”
“I don’t know about ‘Soltash,’ but ‘breuddwyd caregan?” Adam said. “Sounds like Welsh. If it is, it means ‘dream stone’ or ‘stone of dreams.’ Bit rusty these days.”
“You speak Welsh?” Spike said, impressed with his idiot cop.
“I was forced to as a child; Dad was a real Welsh Nationalist; insisted I learn Cymraeg, Welsh; ‘Hen wlad fy Nhadau,’ and all that.”
“What?”
“It means ‘Land of my Fathers;’ the Welsh National Anthem,” Adam explained. “I’ve forgotten most of what I learned, but every now and then it comes back to me, like when you remembered what Mcdonald said.”
“Clever cunt,” Spike said, flicking the boy’s ear. “If I did hear right, and I admit I was stupidly enjoying the torturing, then why’s he spouting Welsh?”
“I don’t know,” Adam admitted, “but Wales is steeped in Celtic myth and legend; could be connected with mystic arts, sounds all witchy and demony. Merlin, or Merddin, was supposed to be Welsh, I think.” Adam leaned back and took the offered cigarette. ‘Dream stone.’ Sure you haven’t heard that before?”
“Yeah.”
“Think, Spike, it might be important.”
“I am thinking; you cheeky get. I’ve never heard of it before.”
“Maybe Giles’ll know, or even the witches. Did Tara hear those words?”
“No, she was somewhere else; it was just me and Mcdonald. It’s all fucking shit, ain’t it?”
“Like I said before, we’ll get there; slowly but surely and we’ve got a cracking support team this time.”
Spike welcomed the boy’s optimism and kissed his cheek. “I used to know a Taffy once, a long time ago, I think I told you about him, but I never heard him speak Welsh. Say something in Welsh.”
“Dw i’n dy garu di.” Adam said, looking directly at Spike.
“What’s that mean?” Spike asked, trying to remember where he’d heard something similar. Did Tara rattle that off when she was trying to contact Angel? Why would she say that? Maybe it was Angel speaking Gaelic or Irish or whatever it was Paddy’s spoke. Was it all the same language; Scottish, Irish, Welsh an’ all?
“I love you.”
“What?”
“It means, ‘I love you,’ you bastard; not the ‘you bastard’ bit, you’re a bastard for not listening to me,” Adam said with mock hurt. He winked and added, “bwchio.”
“I suppose that means ‘ducky’ or ‘sweetie,’ or something equally puke inducing,” Spike gagged.
Adam feigned a hurt look. “No, it means ‘fuck,’ as in ‘I want to fuck you.’ Meaning me want to fuck you, I think, or it might just mean ‘fuck’ like in ‘fuck off’ or ‘fuck you.’ Never got taught that at school; only in the playground. I think ‘beth am y gwely?’ means, ‘what about going to bed?’ And I read somewhere that ‘t’isio rhyw?’ means, ‘do you want sex?’ Don’t know any more ways to ask for a fuck.” Adam glanced sideways at his vampire, trying to gauge the reaction.
“You wanna shag me? I assumed you were…you know…” Spike said, struggling for the right words, disregarding ‘pillow biter’ and ‘the bitch,’ deciding on ‘the fuckee.’
Adam laughed nervously. “Never had enough experience to know if that’s all I wanted, but yeah, I wanna ‘shag’ you. Umm…do you even do that?”
“I’ve been known to bend over or spread ‘em for the right bloke, yeah.” Spike grinned, his dick twitching to life at the though of his idiot cop banging into him. He took Adam’s hand and placed it over the growing bulge. “The old beef bayonet’s frothing at the spit hole from your rabid, dirty talk, pet; a real trouser arouser, so who am I to argue?”
***
“What did you get the Johnnies for?” Spike asked as Adam placed the paper bag in his vampire’s lap, the pair having stopped at an all night drug store on their way to Angel’s old place.
“Well, while you were giggling like a ten year old retard, the salesgirl was giving me the eye when I handed her the lube, so I though I should ask where the condoms were.”
“What do you care what some spotty faced bint thinks?” Spike said, tearing open a packet with his teeth and stretching the prophylactic; flicking it against the windscreen.
Adam rolled his eyes. “I might have to go back there someday and I don’t want her nudging her pals and saying, ‘there’s that guy who doesn’t practice safe sex. I wonder if his gorgeous, blond boyfriend knows what a bastard he is.’ Or something along those lines.”
“Bit late to be worried about catching a scratching.”
“Are you sure I won’t…you know…pass something to you; you might not be immune to human stuff, like the Martians in ‘War of the Worlds.’ They hadn’t been exposed to human diseases and died.”
Spike laughed at the boy’s analogy. “I’m not Martian, I’m a vampire and I’ve licked, sucked and fucked enough human bodily fluids to be pretty damn sure it can’t affect me.”
They travelled the rest of the way with Spike’s head in Adam’s lap, nudging and playing with the hard cock through the denim.
***
They came together in a mash of mouths, bodies and hands, Spike undressing Adam as he kissed and licked all over the exposed flesh. Kneeling, he scooped up the boy’s generous foreskin in his mouth and sucked on the precious membrane, teasing a tongue into the soft folds, keeping the skittish balls down. Adam removed his vampire’s jacket, wondering whether to ask him to keep the sexy suit on when they had sex, but wanting to see Spike completely naked. His blond Avenger, bruised and bleeding: wounded Achilles kneeling at the temple of Apollo. The sight had him harder than he had ever thought possible. He didn’t want to ponder on his warped kinks too much, but the jagged laceration decorating his vampire’s cheek was incredibly erotic. Running a finger lightly down the cut and lifting the digit to his mouth, Adam sampled the coppery taste of demon blood.
Spike stripped as he worked the cock in his gullet, plunging down to the lad’s forest of pubic hair and back up the shaft, slurping the sheath of skin over the glans as he swallowed and back up over the shaft as he slowly released the length and studied his cop’s penis. The lad had a big prick, not as thick as his own, but longer and was straight as an arrow; the glans a big ‘un; and the ridge mouth-wateringly lickable. His foreskin was delicate, generous and deliciously chewable; his bollocks a playground of delight. Every time the boy flexed, the balls twitched in their tight, furry bag, separated and flew up to hug the base of his cock, striving to take cover inside his groin. Spike took great pleasure in coaxing them down to watch them spring back up again. He did this repeatedly, the act incredibly sexy until he wrapped a fist around the scrotum and imprisoned the skittish testicles, feeling the strings constrict with the effort of trying to sneak back to the comfort of their protective penis. He licked the pair, taking each into his mouth, both squirming to escape. Spike turned to the throbbing head and squeezed, urging out a stream of clear slime from the piss hole, dabbing the flow with a tongue, stretching out a thin strand; following it back and surrounding the bloated cockhead to suck up the leaking dick, standing to pass the fluid to his boy, who took the offering and spewed it back.
“How do you want me?” Spike whispered seductively.
Unsure how to respond, Adam stuttered, “I…I don’t know…”
Taking Adam’s hand and leading the blushing boy to the bed, Spike said, “Here, work some of this into me and see how the mood takes you.”
Looking at his vampire naked on the bed, almost overcome with his magnificence, Adam joined him, Spike spreading his thighs to allow the lad to lie between them. He helped Adam apply the lubricant to his arse and pressed the boy’s digits inside the accommodating hole, guiding him to caress and massage his ring and prepare it for fucking. He raised his legs, Adam’s cock slipping naturally between his buttocks and allowed his idiot cop to find his own way at his own pace.
Gyrating into the slippery crease, Adam leaned over his vampire to kiss sensuous lips and he felt Spike take his hard cock and position it. He pressed in tentatively, Spike’s anus granting access, and almost cried out as the tight walls of his vampire’s rectum gripped his dick and clenched. Supporting his big body with his elbows, Adam eased out; then inched further in, aflame with lust at being inside another man’s body, until he slid all the way up Spike’s ass. He groaned, “Spike…this is incredible, is it all right for you?”
Ever the considerate cop, Spike thought as he took the boy’s face in his hands and kissed him, curling his tongue around the one he found there. “More than all right, love, feels good.” The heat of Adam’s prick inside his arse seemed to ignite his entire body, the sensation racing up and down, exploding in his crotch. The thing throbbed with life; a vital piece of flesh with an irresistible pulse reverberating from his rectum to the extremities of fingers, toes, nipples; his own cock alive with lust at its presence. Adam’s dick felt like a heated poker, warming his dead flesh, transferring some of his humanity and he accepted it gladly.
“Doesn’t hurt?” Adam asked.
“A bit uncomfortable, you’re not small, you know; but once you start moving, that’ll pass. Now, you gonna fuck me or chat all night?”
Adam laughed and withdrew his length slowly, enjoying the glove that was Spike’s arse gripping his foreskin on the way out and teasing it back over his tingling glans on the next stroke in. He settled into a steady rhythm, amazed how snug Spike fit around his cock and the fact that he was actually fucking his blond Avenger.
“Fuck me, Adam,” Spike rasped, pinching the boy’s nipples and grabbing handfuls of chest fur. “Fuck me hard until you splatter your mess inside me. Go on, I won’t snap.”
Speeding up his thrusts, Adam looked into the face of the man who granted this wondrous gift and knew he wouldn’t last long, stopping to grind into his vampire’s guts to stave off cuming. Spike swiped his penis along Adam’s sweaty, furry belly, leaving a snail trail of cock snot, panting as he ordered the boy to ram into him as he took his prick, slicked back his foreskin, and began masturbating furiously.
Adam tried, but the battering didn’t come naturally, so he kept thrusting, hoping he was hitting all the pleasure spots Spike hit when he was inside his own ass. On one particularly good lunge, Spike yelped and cried, out, “Yeah, lover, that’s more like it, come on, fuck me!” And Adam, empowered by Spike’s reaction, jabbed energetically, watching as the handsome face of his vampire, shivered and melted into the devil incarnate. Rising to his knees, Adam cupped Spike’s buttocks and almost swooned at the sight of his blond Avenger lying there, legs spread wide to accommodate him; demon face contorted with lust. The muscles on his vampire’s pale torso seemed to change colour as they danced around and the peaked nipples begged to be nibbled.
Leaning forward, Adam licked and chewed each pink bud in turn, running his face over the perfect form, poking his tongue into Spike’s navel and biting the flesh, moving down to the hard cock. He kissed the dribbling cum hole and plunged over the shiny glans, taking the entire length in his mouth and sucked up the loose foreskin on the journey up, rolling the succulent flesh around and chewing gently on the folds. Releasing the shaft, he licked up Spike’s glistening body, planting a kiss on parted lips and rubbed his cheek over his dark angel’s gnarled ridges, Spike turning the boy’s face and slicing into his mark with a fang; licking at the trickle of blood oozing from the wound. It was the trigger, Adam punching in hard, his body shaking as he ejaculated; the powerful release almost undoing him as he lost control and fucked savagely into the marble hardness that was his vampire. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, so totally did it command every part of him and he cried out as he pressed in to savour every moment. The jets of spunk coating Spike’s rectum were like molten lava, washing around his long dead organs, sparking each to life and he gasped, Adam feeling the warm spurts as Spike reached his own climax, the spunk sealing their bellies and frothing as they moved against each other. Hugging, slave to the shudder; they allowed it to seize control until both almost burst from it.
Stroking, kissing, touching, whispering, laughing softly, they were sated, Spike spooning against Adam’s strong back and kissing his nape. The boy was utterly exhausted from the overwhelming experience and Spike chuckled as an image floated past of him as an old Whitechapel prostitute educating a young Welshman.
***
Ninety eight, ninety nine…one hundred. Angel counted the lashes to his back, legs and arms administered by a furred and winged monstrosity with a whip made of heavy leather thongs. Each strip of leather had two small balls of lead tied to the end, the better to bite into his naked flesh, shredding the skin, cutting through muscle and rupturing arteries, leaving a mass of bloody, mashed tissue hanging off the bone.
A rubber dildo forced deep into his gullet, a bridle and bit, prevented him from screaming, not that screaming was possible, having been face-fucked by a cock the size of a baseball bat before being tethered to the wall. The horned behemoth had raped its helpless hostage for hours in every position possible, reveling in the victim’s pain, ramming into every orifice with fingers, fists, penis, and any implement to hand.
Angel wanted death; prayed for release, begged for his body to be torn open and his heart to be removed and the beast did not disappoint. Rolling the unrecognisable form over, the demon slicked back its heavy foreskin and released a torrent of piss over Angel, the salty fluid inflaming the mutilated flesh further. It then bent forward and carved a neat triangle into the writhing body and prised out the beating heart, lifting the organ high and tossing it against the wall.
Angel watched the mass of flesh slither down and whispered a long forgotten prayer.
***
Spike thought he’d passed out in the bogs of ‘The Vortex’ in Soho again as he blinked awake on hearing ‘Gary Gilmour’s Eyes’ blaring, before he realised it was the new ring tone he’d downloaded onto his cell ‘phone. “Lesbian, gay and transgendered drop-in centre for the permanently bewildered; Kiki speaking, how may I help you?” He said in a sleepy, syrupy voice.
“Stop mucking about, Spike.”
“Giles?”
“Where are you? Is Adam with you? Are you all right?” The irate voice questioned.
“Yes, to two and three and ‘Soho’ to the first.” Spike could hear the frowning on the other end of the ‘phone.
“You are not!” Giles corrected. “I’ve been ringing you all night; you’re probably lying in a rat infested ditch with your legs around your head and your handbag missing.”
Spike looked at his cell: twenty-five missed calls. Christ on a bike; he was in for a right rollicking. “Sorry.” Sorry? He was apologising again to a Watcher. What next, popping the old buzzard a note and a bunch of flowers? “A cauliflower would suit him better,” he said aloud.
“What?”
“Uhh…Adam wants cauliflower cheese for lunch. What time is it?”
“Five thirty.”
“A.M. or P.M.?”
“A.M., you inconsiderate yob!” Giles yelled. “I waited up all night for you and decided to come into the shop to do some stocktaking.”
“And you’ve woken me, why?”
“Because I was worried about you; both of you.”
Spike could see the ex Watcher cleaning his glasses and the disapproving look bridging the distance between them. Rupert was worried about him. He felt all warm and fuzzy for about four seconds. “No need, Rupert, I’m a big, bad…”
“No, you’re not; you’re a selfish little prat, completely lacking in responsibility and the most rudimentary…”
“I’m sorry, Rupert, I really am,” Spike said and meant it. “I’m all over the place right now; I didn’t mean to worry you.”
Giles softened. “Well, go back to mine and get cleaned up, because I’m sure whatever you got up to last night is still clinging to you, and I don’t just mean Adam. The keys are under the flower pot on the left. Come to the shop when you’re ready; I’ll order in croissants.”
“Under the flower pot?” Spike said, voice raising an octave. “This ain’t fifties Crotchleigh-by-the-sea, y’know. What if I get there and the gaff’s been riffled and I have to go inside and say, ‘fuck me; bloody donkey’s been stolen?”
Giles laughed. “All right, Ms. Monsoon, just get old Patsy up and come here when you can. I’m hanging up now; but I’m still very cross.”
“I’m chanting as we part,” Spike said, ringing off and slapping Adam on the bum, telling him to make haste, the boy rising, kissing his vampire and staggering into the bathroom. The ‘phone rang again and Tara was on the other end.
“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you all right?”
Puzzled, Spike answered, “Yeah, you?” What was this; Vampire’s Anonymous Support System? He suppressed the urge to say, ‘my name is Spike and I’m a vampire. I haven’t bitten a human or drunk living blood for over two years. Yah, Spike!’
“I’m fine and so is Willow. Is Adam there? Is he with you?” Tara asked.
“Yeah, he is,” Spike said, wondering what the hell was going on.
“It’s…you need to take care of him; you will take care of him, won’t you?”
The girl sounded strange, stranger than normal for her and he could hear Willow in the background, urging her to say what was on her mind. “Of course I will, love, why d’ya ask?”
“I have this feeling…a bad feeling, I can’t explain it fully, that something is going to happen to him…to both of you and I had to tell you.”
“Well, thank you, Tara, forewarned is…forewarned, I suppose, as the saying goes and I’ll make sure to take extra care of Adam and myself today. Is it Friday the thirteenth?”
“Not just today, Spike, but all the time; promise me.”
There was genuine concern in the girl’s voice and Spike knew never to ignore a Cassandra moment; Dru had taught him that much. “I promise I’ll do nothing more daring than wind up Xander Harris and his demon Desdemona just for jolly; how does that sound?”
“Thank you. Goodbye, and kiss Adam for me. Oh, and Willow says ‘hi.’ Goodbye, Spike.”
Weirded out and a little disturbed, Spike tossed the ‘phone onto the bed, yelling, “move your arse, Zeta-Jones, I need a wazz something chronic.”
“Who was on the ‘phone?” Adam asked, picking up his clothes.
“That was a seriously pissed off Giles,” Spike said, stepping into his underpants. “He’s really cross with you for not ringing and telling him we were staying out all night.” The liar pushed past the shocked boy, shucked his kecks, and plonked his bum on the toilet. “He called you an inconsiderate little yob and an ignorant Welsh prat; totally lacking in responsibility and manners, and he’s of a mind to contact your Commanding Officer, or whatever they’re called at the plod squad, and report you.”
“He said that? Adam asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Spike continued, stifling laughter, “and he said you have to spend the day stocktaking at the shop with Anya overseeing proceedings. I think he might want you to…”
“Wear a Vivian Westwood corset and stilettos?” Adam asked, whistling at the comic sight of his blond Avenger on the John with his underwear around his ankles.
“Well, he would have done, if he hadn’t said all those things to me instead; all of it, apart from the bit about being Welsh and reporting me to the Bow Street Runners. Now, get out, I’m having an unscheduled bowel movement. You use all the bog roll?”
***
“Are you all right?” Adam asked, soaping his genitals.
“Fucking hell,” Spike cursed; “don’t you start! Look, I’m only clipping my toenails and I don’t plan on severing any toes. In a minute, I’m going to shave my chest and trim my pubes, is that allowed or do you consider those hazardous pursuits?”
“I meant after…you know, last night.”
Spike stepped into the shower and pressed against Adam’s warm back, curling his arms around him and palming the suds from his fleece, tracing down over the furry belly to comb through soapy pubic hair. His dick filled out and slipped easily between the boy’s thighs, Adam teasing the flesh at the tip as it poked under his scrotum. “Yeah, me darlin’ boyo, I’m all right; well fucked and wanting to return the favour.”
Groaning, Adam fell forward and braced his hands on the wall, arching his back and raising his ass as the thick length slid in and out of his thighs. With one hand, Spike worked Adam’s dick, running a thumb over the piss slit, slicing into the gash with a fingernail, and soaped his anus with the other. The head of his prick poked into the welcoming hole and, nudging the tight ring, slid in smoothly until his groin kissed meaty buttocks, the heat of his idiot cop’s rectum surrounding his shaft, causing his glans to tingle, the warmth spreading though his body.
Spike fucked with long, slow strokes, gripping Adam’s hips as he thrust, varying the angle of penetration, occasionally jabbing in short, staccato prods with just the head of his cock. Releasing a hand, he swiped a palm under the lad’s perineum and cupped each jiggly ball in turn, up close to the base of the cock, as usual. Reaching around, Spike fisted the urgent prick, pausing when he heard Adam panting to explode and continuing to masturbate as he fucked when the straining dick calmed down.
Head between his arms, Adam begged to cum, but his evil vampire kept him just below boiling point until he almost wept with frustration. “Please, Spike, please make me cum; let me cum with you big cock up my ass,” he pleaded, and his vampire did. Spike gave several hard lunges into the succulent hole and froze as the first spurts shot out of his dick, punching in roughly as he completed the volley, bringing Adam off almost simultaneously, the lad’s body shuddering as he spewed his spunk. Spike slowed his fucking, pressing up tight against the well used arse and covered Adam’s sensitive cockhead in its protective hood, rolling the flesh at the tip to fully encase the glans. He thumped in several vicious stabs, because he was still a vampire, still the Big Bad; the boy yelping, “Ow, Spike, Ow; that hurts!” Spike twisted a nipple to give the complaining boy what for. Adam gritted his teeth and would have cum again if he had anything left to squirt, so just groaned.
Moving Adam to his knees, Spike turned off the water, eased his hips back and withdrew his penis, sitting and pulling the limp form over him, kissing and nibbling his neck, running a hand over luxurious body fur and down to the softening cock, stroking the underside with an index finger and tickling the wrinkled skin at the tip. The timid bollocks were tucked up tight and Spike manoeuvred them together, swiping a thumb over each fuzzy sphere until they settled, cupping the pair safely.
“Are you all right?” Spike asked, joining the well-wishers club.
***
“Ring Giles,” Adam said to his stubborn vampire for the third time. “It won’t hurt to have him looking up stuff before we get there.”
Rummaging around the ex Watcher’s refrigerator for something to eat, Spike ignored the boy again, rising triumphantly with a handful of goodies which he scoffed greedily and swilled down with milk.
“Spike…”
“Who’s the master vampire here, Adam?” Spike asked.
“Uhh…you are.” Adam answered hesitantly.
“And who’s in charge?”
“Umm…you are?”
“And who’s the boss of you?”
Adam didn’t answer right away and Spike folded his arms and stood right in front of the boy, looking up.
“I suppose you want me to say, ‘you are,’ but I’m not going to massage your obviously fragile ego by pandering to you,” Adam said, looking at the ceiling.
Spike grabbed the unsuspecting lad around the neck and brought him down; rubbing knuckles over his crew cut, demanding the boy agree he was the boss. Adam refused to submit to the order and soon the men were rolling around on the floor, each trying to get the upper hand, the vampire admiring his idiot cop’s strength, but arrogantly aware there was no real match. He had the lad on his back, head jammed between clamped thighs and his crotch in the boy’s face, Adam’s groin within easy reach.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure,” Adam panted from under his vampire.
Spike kept the kid pinned down and bit into the denim clad cock, moving up and down the length, popping buttons and reaching inside to pull out the thickening dick from the side opening of the underpants. He nipped the sealed flesh at the tip with blunt teeth and stretched out the membrane, flicking into the folds with a sharpened tongue, holding the shaft firmly while he teased the generous overhang. Sliding the hood slowly over the bulbous head, he slavered over the glans and tongued under the frilled ridge, hearing an appreciative moan as he sucked and worked the prick.
Adam knew he had lost and undid Spike’s belt, tearing open his flies and digging inside to free the hard cock, working the shaft in his fist, remembering to play with and tease his vampire’s foreskin. Spike raised his hips and began thrusting, the boy opening his mouth to allow the urgent prick entrance to his throat, where he tried to accommodate the insistent thing, a tight ball sack slapping his forehead. The fat organ hit the back of his gullet and almost caused him to gag, then forced in hard, Spike’s pubic hair tickling his chin as the vampire’s loins covered his face.
Spluttering the pole out, Adam gasped, “Need air, Spike, not one of the unbreathing brigade here,” and attempted to control the inconsiderate knob’s assault on his mouth.
Plunging into the complaining gob, Spike concentrated on Adam’s dick, keeping the foreskin back taut with one hand and masturbating with the other, fist under the peaked ridge, moving up and down with short, rapid strokes. Nervous balls tried to sneak up to the base of Adam’s shaft, Spike could feel the buggers straining beneath his palm, but he kept them under control, the strings constricting with the effort. He poked a curled tongue into the gaping piss slit, licking up the oozing slime and just managed to get his mouth over the dick as it let fly a torrent of spunk, swallowing the spurts as the body in his grip quivered. Allowing no respite, the vampire sped up his thrusts, Adam doing his best not to choke as the cock in his mouth battered the back of his throat and before he had time to recover from his own orgasm, the bully-boy prick exploded and filled him with sperm. Spike was over him as soon as his final twitch faded and spewed the boy’s own sperm into his mouth, demanding the offering be returned with interest. They played with the frothy mixture between them until both swallowed, falling onto their backs exhausted.
“So, Adam,” Spike said, “who’s the boss of you?”
“You are, Spike, you know that; but if you want confirmation every ten minutes, who am I to screw up your whole day?”
“Cheeky get!” Spike said, smothering the mouth that dared to utter those words.
“Now, go ring Giles,” Adam ordered, Spike sitting up and muttering he was the boss and was going to do that anyway, and didn’t need some idiot, LA cop pushing him around.
***
Angel sat the limp form of his Child in the centre of the room. He had tortured and burned his beautiful one for hours before strapping broken wrists into manacles and flogging the silent blond with a dampened piece of cowhide. Then he had lowered his beloved to the floor and fucked him violently, breaking his back as he hammered into every bleeding orifice, spewing spunk over the slack-jawed mouth.
He spoke to the mute figure; answering his own questions and licked all over the charred flesh as he had done before; where or when he could no longer remember. His rasp-like tongue tore at the delicate skin, slicing off huge chunks of flesh, revealing the milky white, virginal skin of William. The naked poet looked at his tormentor and opened his arms to offer succour and forgiveness, Angel falling into the welcoming embrace and weeping pitifully.
“Shh,” the poet soothed, stroking the shuddering body, “William will take care of you, Liam, William will remove your pain and loneliness.” And, plunging a knife into the unresisting chest, gauging inside to remove the heart, he did.
***
Giles listened as Spike told him everything Lindsey had said and what he and Adam had discussed later. There was a pause and the ex. Watcher calmly announced, “I’ve got a dream stone here at the shop.”
Almost dropping his cell, Spike made a funny face and yelled back, “You’ve got one there? All this time and you’ve…”
“You never said anything before, Spike, so stop with the outrage. Yes, remember the stone you were enquiring about when I first brought you here? Well, that’s it. It’s making sense now you’ve mentioned the Welsh connection, because it’s sometimes known as ‘Merlin’s Stone.’ Merlin being…”
“I know all that, Watcher, but what does it mean?” Spike said impatiently.
“If Mcdonald has used the stone to cast an enchantment over Angel, then I’m afraid, and I don’t want to alarm you unnecessarily, this is serious; very serious indeed. I told you what the stone could do in the wrong hands; and from what you’ve told me about Mcdonald wanting revenge on you, I can’t believe he’s used it for Angel’s well being. In fact…no, there’s no point surmising what it’s been used for until we know more; I’ll get Willow over here, we’ll need her help, and you get here as soon as possible so we can start working on our next course of action. This ‘Soltash’ is not unknown to me either. If I remember correctly, he’s a chimera; a shape-shifting demon par excellence. I don’t know what his involvement can be, or where Sahjhan fits in, but it does complicate matters. Spike?”
“Still here, Watcher,” Spike answered, thinking of the suffering Angel could be enduring; had been enduring while he’s been gallivanting with Adam. Shit, what kind of vampire was he that he could do this to his Sire? To Angel. Coward for refusing to think of his Sire in pain or worse; ungrateful, little…He rang off, after telling Giles they’d be over right away; just as the door flew off it hinges and a score of ugly, robed things flooded in and attacked.
Unprepared as they were, Spike and Adam fought hard and well, flooring several of the thugs, but sheer numbers overwhelmed them and Adam could only watch as they covered Spike in a dirty sack and bundled the struggling vampire out. Dazed, bleeding and with two cracked ribs, the lad searched for and found his denim jacket, got his gun and chased after the shrieking monsters as they fled with their prize. He emptied his weapon into the mass of bodies, downing three, who clawed at his legs as he raced past their dying bodies in pursuit. Launching himself at two stragglers, he brought them down, only to be set upon by others, crying out that they must protect the key; must bring the key safely to ‘their most magnificence on high.’ The swarm kicked him almost senseless, leaving him to subdue Spike who had wriggled free and attempted to come to his aid, ignoring the coming day.
Lying motionless, allowing the fleeing mob to believe he was no longer a threat, Adam trailed them for several miles to an imposing building that looked like a grand Hotel, where the hideous freaks entered and took his vampire. He wanted to get in there and kill the bastards for harming and abducting Spike, but controlled the urge and became the cop he was. He watched and waited, satisfying himself the kidnapper’s main intention seemed to be getting Spike into that building and, whatever the reason, wanted him alive. He undertook two reconnaissance sweeps of the exterior, checking entrances and exits, trying windows and doors to get a feel for building security, potential threats and escape routes. ‘Risk assessment: follow procedure,’ he almost said aloud, knowing Spike would be proud he wasn’t planning an ‘Assault on Precinct 13.’ He was desperate to storm the place and smash skulls; rip the bastards apart, but out of ammunition and alone, knew that would be futile. He had to get to Giles; had to get Buffy, she was The Slayer, for fuck’s sake; although he hadn’t witnessed the tiny girl do any of the things Spike had said she was capable of doing. And the others: the witches, even that Xander might be able to help. He had to return and kill every goddamned motherfucker there. He thought about contacting his colleagues back in LA, but they were over an hour away; and with his recent mental state, might think he’d finally lost his marbles. No, get to Giles; he would know what to do. Noting the names of streets as he raced back to Giles’s house, Adam made the frantic call.
***
Next: ‘Gloriana Excelcis Deo.’
Chapter 13: Into the jaws of death; into the mouth of hell
Pairing: Spike, Adam, Angel, Giles & the Sunnydale gang
Rating: NC17 for Spike swearing, vampire / human sex, torture, mutilation
Summary: There's a bar room blitz as Spike lets off steam with plenty of steam, of a different sort, later. Angel's relentless punishment continues without respite and each outrage tips his fragile health further into the well of madness. Spike and Adam go for it (and how) whilst making inroads finding the missing vampire, unaware dark forces are watching their every move and their world will soon fall apart.
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Chapter 13: …into the jaws of death; into the mouth of hell (part 2)
Spike was pissed as a newt within an hour and totally obnoxious to everyone and everything in Willy’s bar. He picked a fight with demons smaller and much larger than himself; insulted those opting not to rise to his baiting and told the filthiest of jokes to anyone within earshot. He instigated two actual punch-ups, winning both, and staggered into several push-shove mock fights, nothing willing to enter into an affray with an out of control Alpha vampire newly shed of his inhibitor. He made a complete nuisance of himself; chucked glasses around, threatened even the mildest of monsters with broken bottles, sat on the head of an old vampire acquaintance and farted violently, Willy begging Adam to get the dressed up drunk out of his bar. Grabbing the harassed bartender by the hair, Spike threw him against a mirror and stormed out, swearing at unsuspecting demons entering the establishment, pushing one down the stairs and calling another a fat, ugly cunt. He got in the car and drove off, leaving Adam, arms outstretched, yelling for him to stop, braking abruptly and reversing to allow the boy to jump into the passenger seat.
“Stop the car, Spike, and let me drive,” Adam ordered.
“Or what, OfficerChurch, you gonna arrest me for drunk driving?”
“You’re gonna kill us both, the state you’re in.”
“I’m already dead, mate, or had you forgotten,” Spike sneered, accelerating.
“Well, I’m not, so stop the fucking car, you moron!”
“Moron? Don’t call me a fucking moron, you little twit!” Spike growled, stopping the car and leaning over to throw open Adam’s door. “Get out! Go on, get the fuck out!” Adam folded his arms and refused to look at his drunken vampire, Spike leaping out and dragging the boy from the car and shoving him against it, poking him in the chest as Adam made to get up. “What, you think you can take me?” He snarled, pointing to his head. “In case you’ve forgotten…chip free, I can rip your gizzards out.” He grabbed Adam by the throat, snarling in the struggling human’s face, and shivered into demon guise, smiling maniacally to bare his fangs.
“Grow up, Spike,” Adam spluttered, terrified and aroused by the satanic face of the vampire strangling him.
“You grow up!” Spike retorted childishly, pressing full length over his idiot cop and kicking his legs apart to get between his thighs. “I could drain you right here and fuck you senseless as your life spewed away.” The vampire slammed his groin into the upturned buttocks, feeling Adam’s cock twitch and, licking up the boy’s glistening cheek and running a fang to the magic spot on his neck, crooned, “With death staring you in the boat race, you’re still up for a bit of the other; what’s the matter with you?”
Trying to prise the fingers from his neck, Adam wheezed, “You gonna give me another speech, Spike? Gonna go all heartless and butch, like you did in LA? Gonna spout some shit about not giving a damn about anything, how you’re still the ‘Big Bad’ and can knock me into next week now you’re free to do so. Well, go ahead, take my head off; tear my guts out and tell me to crawl back to my little life without you.” Spike thumped the boy on the forehead with his knuckles. “I’m a distance runner, Spike, not a sprinter and I’m here for the long run. I can take anything you throw at me and I’m not letting you get away with it this time.”
Spike roared and spun the kid around, forcing his head down and grinding his face into the car, then reached under the straining body to unbuckle the belt and tear open the buttons of his flies. The cruel vampire twisted one arm up behind Adam’s back and wrenched the jeans and underpants down, revealing buttocks ripe for abuse. Spike rubbed his crotch into the meaty arse, moving back to unzip and take out his fully erect penis. Parting his foreskin, the vampire spat a great wad of gob over the head of his dick and worked the spittle into his hood and around his glans; positioning his cock at Adam’s bum crease and searching for the tight anus with a finger, grunted, “This’ll probably hurt both of us,” and rammed his cock into the clenched hole in one thrust.
Adam jerked up at the assault, but was pushed down roughly, and Spike kept his loins pressed up against the succulent arse cheeks, circling his hips, demanding the boy accept his prick and to get over the sharp jolt of pain as his own foreskin was ripped backwards. Easing out of the warm confines of Adam’s rectum until only the tip remained inside, Spike hammered back in, battling the tightened resistance successfully, and was balls deep up the kid’s chute again; pausing to enjoy the delicious heat of his insides. Adam whimpered at the violence of the attack, Spike’s demon sniggering at the human’s pain and discomfort, his soul weeping for the loss.
Spike rode his idiot cop hard, plunging into the bleeding hole with harsh, angry thrusts, sometimes pulling out entirely to run his shaft over the furry arse crease before thumping back in and pounding viciously, uncaring of the squirming person beneath. He gripped Adam’s shoulders as he fucked, digging fingernails into the flesh and grimaced as his orgasm approached. Speeding up his prick punches, Spike yelled out as he fired his spunk into the grasping anus, shuddering as he ejaculated, then fell exhausted over the motionless body, breathing heavily.
He licked at Adam’s earlobe, biting with blunt teeth, teasing a tongue inside and gently lifted the limp form, reaching under to grip the wet shaft. The boy had cum without being touched, the friction of his cock against the car and the club up his ass beating up his prostate enough to bring him off. Spike moved Adam’s sealed foreskin back slightly, swiping a finger over the sticky glans and around the ridge, Adam flinching as his overly sensitive cockhead complained. Covering the glans, Spike rolled the flesh between finger and thumb to seal the tip and then raised a lifeless leg, turning Adam onto his back, keeping the connection of cock to arse; the boy’s denim covered legs up around his chest. The lad’s eyes were closed tight and he flung an arm over his face, not wanting to look at his vampire, but Spike gently removed it. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss over trembling lips, Adam responding and offering his tongue. The kiss deepened, Spike breaking away, dabbing his mouth all over the boy’s flushed face.
Opening his eyes and looking at his vampire, Adam whispered, “Must be some kinda pervert, but that was…”
“Hush, now, pet,” Spike whispered, running a finger down the boy’s cheek, “don’t have to tell me what feels good; I’ve done more and worse to get my jollies.”
The men laughed and kissed as Spike moved his dick in and out of Adam’s leaking arseshole, taking the boy’s length, stretching out the elastic foreskin and masturbating slowly. He prised the nervous testicles from the boy’s shaft and eased the twitching pair back into their ball sack, preventing their escape by circling his fist around the scrotum, feeling them batting his hand as they squirmed to pull up into their comfort zone.
“Like you,” Adam groaned, “in your smart suit between my legs fucking me, looks real sexy.”
Tilting his head and arching an eyebrow, Spike teased, “Fancy me all togged up, do ya? Tell me how much you like me fucking you dressed up like a dog’s dinner.”
“Like it,” Adam purred, “like you looking like a depraved office manager, screwing his PA over the desk on the pretense of promotion. Like your cock poking out of your zipper and up my ass.” Spike punched in several brutal jabs, causing Adam to flinch and cry out, then gripping the boy’s fleshy arse cheeks for leverage, hammered in a series of deep thrusts. “Ow! Ow, Spike…that hurts…ahh…do the face for me.”
Spike shook off the smoothness of his human countenance and growled; baring deadly fangs, close enough for Adam to raise his head and kiss his demon, cutting a lip on the sharp teeth. Spike clamped over the bleeding mouth and sucked, leaning back to drool a mixture of blood and saliva over Adam’s sweaty brow.
Awed and sexually charged by the magnificence of his vampire’s terrible, feral beauty, the healing facial wounds breathtaking, Adam emitted a high pitched yip as three powerful spurts of spunk shot out of his prick and streaked his T-shirt, Spike milking the last dribbles before driving into the upturned buttocks and coating Adam’s insides with his second ejaculation. They shuddered together and lay motionless; Spike’s face nestled into Adam’s neck, nibbling at the scar until a shrieking caused them to spring up to the sight of a gang of girls hanging out of a passing car’s windows.
‘Way to go, horny bastards!’ was only one of the comments they heard.
***
After cleaning up, the men purchased a crate of beer and parked outside a deserted building site, where they sat, drank and talked. Aware he had acted like a nit, Spike didn’t want to face Giles for another couple of hours and Adam was able to get his vampire to remember everything that had happened earlier in LA.
“…and he said something like, ‘breuddwyd caregan,’ more than once and ‘Soltash,’ or some shite. I thought he was pissing me about, but do you think it has some significance?”
“I don’t know about ‘Soltash,’ but ‘breuddwyd caregan?” Adam said. “Sounds like Welsh. If it is, it means ‘dream stone’ or ‘stone of dreams.’ Bit rusty these days.”
“You speak Welsh?” Spike said, impressed with his idiot cop.
“I was forced to as a child; Dad was a real Welsh Nationalist; insisted I learn Cymraeg, Welsh; ‘Hen wlad fy Nhadau,’ and all that.”
“What?”
“It means ‘Land of my Fathers;’ the Welsh National Anthem,” Adam explained. “I’ve forgotten most of what I learned, but every now and then it comes back to me, like when you remembered what Mcdonald said.”
“Clever cunt,” Spike said, flicking the boy’s ear. “If I did hear right, and I admit I was stupidly enjoying the torturing, then why’s he spouting Welsh?”
“I don’t know,” Adam admitted, “but Wales is steeped in Celtic myth and legend; could be connected with mystic arts, sounds all witchy and demony. Merlin, or Merddin, was supposed to be Welsh, I think.” Adam leaned back and took the offered cigarette. ‘Dream stone.’ Sure you haven’t heard that before?”
“Yeah.”
“Think, Spike, it might be important.”
“I am thinking; you cheeky get. I’ve never heard of it before.”
“Maybe Giles’ll know, or even the witches. Did Tara hear those words?”
“No, she was somewhere else; it was just me and Mcdonald. It’s all fucking shit, ain’t it?”
“Like I said before, we’ll get there; slowly but surely and we’ve got a cracking support team this time.”
Spike welcomed the boy’s optimism and kissed his cheek. “I used to know a Taffy once, a long time ago, I think I told you about him, but I never heard him speak Welsh. Say something in Welsh.”
“Dw i’n dy garu di.” Adam said, looking directly at Spike.
“What’s that mean?” Spike asked, trying to remember where he’d heard something similar. Did Tara rattle that off when she was trying to contact Angel? Why would she say that? Maybe it was Angel speaking Gaelic or Irish or whatever it was Paddy’s spoke. Was it all the same language; Scottish, Irish, Welsh an’ all?
“I love you.”
“What?”
“It means, ‘I love you,’ you bastard; not the ‘you bastard’ bit, you’re a bastard for not listening to me,” Adam said with mock hurt. He winked and added, “bwchio.”
“I suppose that means ‘ducky’ or ‘sweetie,’ or something equally puke inducing,” Spike gagged.
Adam feigned a hurt look. “No, it means ‘fuck,’ as in ‘I want to fuck you.’ Meaning me want to fuck you, I think, or it might just mean ‘fuck’ like in ‘fuck off’ or ‘fuck you.’ Never got taught that at school; only in the playground. I think ‘beth am y gwely?’ means, ‘what about going to bed?’ And I read somewhere that ‘t’isio rhyw?’ means, ‘do you want sex?’ Don’t know any more ways to ask for a fuck.” Adam glanced sideways at his vampire, trying to gauge the reaction.
“You wanna shag me? I assumed you were…you know…” Spike said, struggling for the right words, disregarding ‘pillow biter’ and ‘the bitch,’ deciding on ‘the fuckee.’
Adam laughed nervously. “Never had enough experience to know if that’s all I wanted, but yeah, I wanna ‘shag’ you. Umm…do you even do that?”
“I’ve been known to bend over or spread ‘em for the right bloke, yeah.” Spike grinned, his dick twitching to life at the though of his idiot cop banging into him. He took Adam’s hand and placed it over the growing bulge. “The old beef bayonet’s frothing at the spit hole from your rabid, dirty talk, pet; a real trouser arouser, so who am I to argue?”
***
“What did you get the Johnnies for?” Spike asked as Adam placed the paper bag in his vampire’s lap, the pair having stopped at an all night drug store on their way to Angel’s old place.
“Well, while you were giggling like a ten year old retard, the salesgirl was giving me the eye when I handed her the lube, so I though I should ask where the condoms were.”
“What do you care what some spotty faced bint thinks?” Spike said, tearing open a packet with his teeth and stretching the prophylactic; flicking it against the windscreen.
Adam rolled his eyes. “I might have to go back there someday and I don’t want her nudging her pals and saying, ‘there’s that guy who doesn’t practice safe sex. I wonder if his gorgeous, blond boyfriend knows what a bastard he is.’ Or something along those lines.”
“Bit late to be worried about catching a scratching.”
“Are you sure I won’t…you know…pass something to you; you might not be immune to human stuff, like the Martians in ‘War of the Worlds.’ They hadn’t been exposed to human diseases and died.”
Spike laughed at the boy’s analogy. “I’m not Martian, I’m a vampire and I’ve licked, sucked and fucked enough human bodily fluids to be pretty damn sure it can’t affect me.”
They travelled the rest of the way with Spike’s head in Adam’s lap, nudging and playing with the hard cock through the denim.
***
They came together in a mash of mouths, bodies and hands, Spike undressing Adam as he kissed and licked all over the exposed flesh. Kneeling, he scooped up the boy’s generous foreskin in his mouth and sucked on the precious membrane, teasing a tongue into the soft folds, keeping the skittish balls down. Adam removed his vampire’s jacket, wondering whether to ask him to keep the sexy suit on when they had sex, but wanting to see Spike completely naked. His blond Avenger, bruised and bleeding: wounded Achilles kneeling at the temple of Apollo. The sight had him harder than he had ever thought possible. He didn’t want to ponder on his warped kinks too much, but the jagged laceration decorating his vampire’s cheek was incredibly erotic. Running a finger lightly down the cut and lifting the digit to his mouth, Adam sampled the coppery taste of demon blood.
Spike stripped as he worked the cock in his gullet, plunging down to the lad’s forest of pubic hair and back up the shaft, slurping the sheath of skin over the glans as he swallowed and back up over the shaft as he slowly released the length and studied his cop’s penis. The lad had a big prick, not as thick as his own, but longer and was straight as an arrow; the glans a big ‘un; and the ridge mouth-wateringly lickable. His foreskin was delicate, generous and deliciously chewable; his bollocks a playground of delight. Every time the boy flexed, the balls twitched in their tight, furry bag, separated and flew up to hug the base of his cock, striving to take cover inside his groin. Spike took great pleasure in coaxing them down to watch them spring back up again. He did this repeatedly, the act incredibly sexy until he wrapped a fist around the scrotum and imprisoned the skittish testicles, feeling the strings constrict with the effort of trying to sneak back to the comfort of their protective penis. He licked the pair, taking each into his mouth, both squirming to escape. Spike turned to the throbbing head and squeezed, urging out a stream of clear slime from the piss hole, dabbing the flow with a tongue, stretching out a thin strand; following it back and surrounding the bloated cockhead to suck up the leaking dick, standing to pass the fluid to his boy, who took the offering and spewed it back.
“How do you want me?” Spike whispered seductively.
Unsure how to respond, Adam stuttered, “I…I don’t know…”
Taking Adam’s hand and leading the blushing boy to the bed, Spike said, “Here, work some of this into me and see how the mood takes you.”
Looking at his vampire naked on the bed, almost overcome with his magnificence, Adam joined him, Spike spreading his thighs to allow the lad to lie between them. He helped Adam apply the lubricant to his arse and pressed the boy’s digits inside the accommodating hole, guiding him to caress and massage his ring and prepare it for fucking. He raised his legs, Adam’s cock slipping naturally between his buttocks and allowed his idiot cop to find his own way at his own pace.
Gyrating into the slippery crease, Adam leaned over his vampire to kiss sensuous lips and he felt Spike take his hard cock and position it. He pressed in tentatively, Spike’s anus granting access, and almost cried out as the tight walls of his vampire’s rectum gripped his dick and clenched. Supporting his big body with his elbows, Adam eased out; then inched further in, aflame with lust at being inside another man’s body, until he slid all the way up Spike’s ass. He groaned, “Spike…this is incredible, is it all right for you?”
Ever the considerate cop, Spike thought as he took the boy’s face in his hands and kissed him, curling his tongue around the one he found there. “More than all right, love, feels good.” The heat of Adam’s prick inside his arse seemed to ignite his entire body, the sensation racing up and down, exploding in his crotch. The thing throbbed with life; a vital piece of flesh with an irresistible pulse reverberating from his rectum to the extremities of fingers, toes, nipples; his own cock alive with lust at its presence. Adam’s dick felt like a heated poker, warming his dead flesh, transferring some of his humanity and he accepted it gladly.
“Doesn’t hurt?” Adam asked.
“A bit uncomfortable, you’re not small, you know; but once you start moving, that’ll pass. Now, you gonna fuck me or chat all night?”
Adam laughed and withdrew his length slowly, enjoying the glove that was Spike’s arse gripping his foreskin on the way out and teasing it back over his tingling glans on the next stroke in. He settled into a steady rhythm, amazed how snug Spike fit around his cock and the fact that he was actually fucking his blond Avenger.
“Fuck me, Adam,” Spike rasped, pinching the boy’s nipples and grabbing handfuls of chest fur. “Fuck me hard until you splatter your mess inside me. Go on, I won’t snap.”
Speeding up his thrusts, Adam looked into the face of the man who granted this wondrous gift and knew he wouldn’t last long, stopping to grind into his vampire’s guts to stave off cuming. Spike swiped his penis along Adam’s sweaty, furry belly, leaving a snail trail of cock snot, panting as he ordered the boy to ram into him as he took his prick, slicked back his foreskin, and began masturbating furiously.
Adam tried, but the battering didn’t come naturally, so he kept thrusting, hoping he was hitting all the pleasure spots Spike hit when he was inside his own ass. On one particularly good lunge, Spike yelped and cried, out, “Yeah, lover, that’s more like it, come on, fuck me!” And Adam, empowered by Spike’s reaction, jabbed energetically, watching as the handsome face of his vampire, shivered and melted into the devil incarnate. Rising to his knees, Adam cupped Spike’s buttocks and almost swooned at the sight of his blond Avenger lying there, legs spread wide to accommodate him; demon face contorted with lust. The muscles on his vampire’s pale torso seemed to change colour as they danced around and the peaked nipples begged to be nibbled.
Leaning forward, Adam licked and chewed each pink bud in turn, running his face over the perfect form, poking his tongue into Spike’s navel and biting the flesh, moving down to the hard cock. He kissed the dribbling cum hole and plunged over the shiny glans, taking the entire length in his mouth and sucked up the loose foreskin on the journey up, rolling the succulent flesh around and chewing gently on the folds. Releasing the shaft, he licked up Spike’s glistening body, planting a kiss on parted lips and rubbed his cheek over his dark angel’s gnarled ridges, Spike turning the boy’s face and slicing into his mark with a fang; licking at the trickle of blood oozing from the wound. It was the trigger, Adam punching in hard, his body shaking as he ejaculated; the powerful release almost undoing him as he lost control and fucked savagely into the marble hardness that was his vampire. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, so totally did it command every part of him and he cried out as he pressed in to savour every moment. The jets of spunk coating Spike’s rectum were like molten lava, washing around his long dead organs, sparking each to life and he gasped, Adam feeling the warm spurts as Spike reached his own climax, the spunk sealing their bellies and frothing as they moved against each other. Hugging, slave to the shudder; they allowed it to seize control until both almost burst from it.
Stroking, kissing, touching, whispering, laughing softly, they were sated, Spike spooning against Adam’s strong back and kissing his nape. The boy was utterly exhausted from the overwhelming experience and Spike chuckled as an image floated past of him as an old Whitechapel prostitute educating a young Welshman.
***
Ninety eight, ninety nine…one hundred. Angel counted the lashes to his back, legs and arms administered by a furred and winged monstrosity with a whip made of heavy leather thongs. Each strip of leather had two small balls of lead tied to the end, the better to bite into his naked flesh, shredding the skin, cutting through muscle and rupturing arteries, leaving a mass of bloody, mashed tissue hanging off the bone.
A rubber dildo forced deep into his gullet, a bridle and bit, prevented him from screaming, not that screaming was possible, having been face-fucked by a cock the size of a baseball bat before being tethered to the wall. The horned behemoth had raped its helpless hostage for hours in every position possible, reveling in the victim’s pain, ramming into every orifice with fingers, fists, penis, and any implement to hand.
Angel wanted death; prayed for release, begged for his body to be torn open and his heart to be removed and the beast did not disappoint. Rolling the unrecognisable form over, the demon slicked back its heavy foreskin and released a torrent of piss over Angel, the salty fluid inflaming the mutilated flesh further. It then bent forward and carved a neat triangle into the writhing body and prised out the beating heart, lifting the organ high and tossing it against the wall.
Angel watched the mass of flesh slither down and whispered a long forgotten prayer.
***
Spike thought he’d passed out in the bogs of ‘The Vortex’ in Soho again as he blinked awake on hearing ‘Gary Gilmour’s Eyes’ blaring, before he realised it was the new ring tone he’d downloaded onto his cell ‘phone. “Lesbian, gay and transgendered drop-in centre for the permanently bewildered; Kiki speaking, how may I help you?” He said in a sleepy, syrupy voice.
“Stop mucking about, Spike.”
“Giles?”
“Where are you? Is Adam with you? Are you all right?” The irate voice questioned.
“Yes, to two and three and ‘Soho’ to the first.” Spike could hear the frowning on the other end of the ‘phone.
“You are not!” Giles corrected. “I’ve been ringing you all night; you’re probably lying in a rat infested ditch with your legs around your head and your handbag missing.”
Spike looked at his cell: twenty-five missed calls. Christ on a bike; he was in for a right rollicking. “Sorry.” Sorry? He was apologising again to a Watcher. What next, popping the old buzzard a note and a bunch of flowers? “A cauliflower would suit him better,” he said aloud.
“What?”
“Uhh…Adam wants cauliflower cheese for lunch. What time is it?”
“Five thirty.”
“A.M. or P.M.?”
“A.M., you inconsiderate yob!” Giles yelled. “I waited up all night for you and decided to come into the shop to do some stocktaking.”
“And you’ve woken me, why?”
“Because I was worried about you; both of you.”
Spike could see the ex Watcher cleaning his glasses and the disapproving look bridging the distance between them. Rupert was worried about him. He felt all warm and fuzzy for about four seconds. “No need, Rupert, I’m a big, bad…”
“No, you’re not; you’re a selfish little prat, completely lacking in responsibility and the most rudimentary…”
“I’m sorry, Rupert, I really am,” Spike said and meant it. “I’m all over the place right now; I didn’t mean to worry you.”
Giles softened. “Well, go back to mine and get cleaned up, because I’m sure whatever you got up to last night is still clinging to you, and I don’t just mean Adam. The keys are under the flower pot on the left. Come to the shop when you’re ready; I’ll order in croissants.”
“Under the flower pot?” Spike said, voice raising an octave. “This ain’t fifties Crotchleigh-by-the-sea, y’know. What if I get there and the gaff’s been riffled and I have to go inside and say, ‘fuck me; bloody donkey’s been stolen?”
Giles laughed. “All right, Ms. Monsoon, just get old Patsy up and come here when you can. I’m hanging up now; but I’m still very cross.”
“I’m chanting as we part,” Spike said, ringing off and slapping Adam on the bum, telling him to make haste, the boy rising, kissing his vampire and staggering into the bathroom. The ‘phone rang again and Tara was on the other end.
“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you all right?”
Puzzled, Spike answered, “Yeah, you?” What was this; Vampire’s Anonymous Support System? He suppressed the urge to say, ‘my name is Spike and I’m a vampire. I haven’t bitten a human or drunk living blood for over two years. Yah, Spike!’
“I’m fine and so is Willow. Is Adam there? Is he with you?” Tara asked.
“Yeah, he is,” Spike said, wondering what the hell was going on.
“It’s…you need to take care of him; you will take care of him, won’t you?”
The girl sounded strange, stranger than normal for her and he could hear Willow in the background, urging her to say what was on her mind. “Of course I will, love, why d’ya ask?”
“I have this feeling…a bad feeling, I can’t explain it fully, that something is going to happen to him…to both of you and I had to tell you.”
“Well, thank you, Tara, forewarned is…forewarned, I suppose, as the saying goes and I’ll make sure to take extra care of Adam and myself today. Is it Friday the thirteenth?”
“Not just today, Spike, but all the time; promise me.”
There was genuine concern in the girl’s voice and Spike knew never to ignore a Cassandra moment; Dru had taught him that much. “I promise I’ll do nothing more daring than wind up Xander Harris and his demon Desdemona just for jolly; how does that sound?”
“Thank you. Goodbye, and kiss Adam for me. Oh, and Willow says ‘hi.’ Goodbye, Spike.”
Weirded out and a little disturbed, Spike tossed the ‘phone onto the bed, yelling, “move your arse, Zeta-Jones, I need a wazz something chronic.”
“Who was on the ‘phone?” Adam asked, picking up his clothes.
“That was a seriously pissed off Giles,” Spike said, stepping into his underpants. “He’s really cross with you for not ringing and telling him we were staying out all night.” The liar pushed past the shocked boy, shucked his kecks, and plonked his bum on the toilet. “He called you an inconsiderate little yob and an ignorant Welsh prat; totally lacking in responsibility and manners, and he’s of a mind to contact your Commanding Officer, or whatever they’re called at the plod squad, and report you.”
“He said that? Adam asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Spike continued, stifling laughter, “and he said you have to spend the day stocktaking at the shop with Anya overseeing proceedings. I think he might want you to…”
“Wear a Vivian Westwood corset and stilettos?” Adam asked, whistling at the comic sight of his blond Avenger on the John with his underwear around his ankles.
“Well, he would have done, if he hadn’t said all those things to me instead; all of it, apart from the bit about being Welsh and reporting me to the Bow Street Runners. Now, get out, I’m having an unscheduled bowel movement. You use all the bog roll?”
***
“Are you all right?” Adam asked, soaping his genitals.
“Fucking hell,” Spike cursed; “don’t you start! Look, I’m only clipping my toenails and I don’t plan on severing any toes. In a minute, I’m going to shave my chest and trim my pubes, is that allowed or do you consider those hazardous pursuits?”
“I meant after…you know, last night.”
Spike stepped into the shower and pressed against Adam’s warm back, curling his arms around him and palming the suds from his fleece, tracing down over the furry belly to comb through soapy pubic hair. His dick filled out and slipped easily between the boy’s thighs, Adam teasing the flesh at the tip as it poked under his scrotum. “Yeah, me darlin’ boyo, I’m all right; well fucked and wanting to return the favour.”
Groaning, Adam fell forward and braced his hands on the wall, arching his back and raising his ass as the thick length slid in and out of his thighs. With one hand, Spike worked Adam’s dick, running a thumb over the piss slit, slicing into the gash with a fingernail, and soaped his anus with the other. The head of his prick poked into the welcoming hole and, nudging the tight ring, slid in smoothly until his groin kissed meaty buttocks, the heat of his idiot cop’s rectum surrounding his shaft, causing his glans to tingle, the warmth spreading though his body.
Spike fucked with long, slow strokes, gripping Adam’s hips as he thrust, varying the angle of penetration, occasionally jabbing in short, staccato prods with just the head of his cock. Releasing a hand, he swiped a palm under the lad’s perineum and cupped each jiggly ball in turn, up close to the base of the cock, as usual. Reaching around, Spike fisted the urgent prick, pausing when he heard Adam panting to explode and continuing to masturbate as he fucked when the straining dick calmed down.
Head between his arms, Adam begged to cum, but his evil vampire kept him just below boiling point until he almost wept with frustration. “Please, Spike, please make me cum; let me cum with you big cock up my ass,” he pleaded, and his vampire did. Spike gave several hard lunges into the succulent hole and froze as the first spurts shot out of his dick, punching in roughly as he completed the volley, bringing Adam off almost simultaneously, the lad’s body shuddering as he spewed his spunk. Spike slowed his fucking, pressing up tight against the well used arse and covered Adam’s sensitive cockhead in its protective hood, rolling the flesh at the tip to fully encase the glans. He thumped in several vicious stabs, because he was still a vampire, still the Big Bad; the boy yelping, “Ow, Spike, Ow; that hurts!” Spike twisted a nipple to give the complaining boy what for. Adam gritted his teeth and would have cum again if he had anything left to squirt, so just groaned.
Moving Adam to his knees, Spike turned off the water, eased his hips back and withdrew his penis, sitting and pulling the limp form over him, kissing and nibbling his neck, running a hand over luxurious body fur and down to the softening cock, stroking the underside with an index finger and tickling the wrinkled skin at the tip. The timid bollocks were tucked up tight and Spike manoeuvred them together, swiping a thumb over each fuzzy sphere until they settled, cupping the pair safely.
“Are you all right?” Spike asked, joining the well-wishers club.
***
“Ring Giles,” Adam said to his stubborn vampire for the third time. “It won’t hurt to have him looking up stuff before we get there.”
Rummaging around the ex Watcher’s refrigerator for something to eat, Spike ignored the boy again, rising triumphantly with a handful of goodies which he scoffed greedily and swilled down with milk.
“Spike…”
“Who’s the master vampire here, Adam?” Spike asked.
“Uhh…you are.” Adam answered hesitantly.
“And who’s in charge?”
“Umm…you are?”
“And who’s the boss of you?”
Adam didn’t answer right away and Spike folded his arms and stood right in front of the boy, looking up.
“I suppose you want me to say, ‘you are,’ but I’m not going to massage your obviously fragile ego by pandering to you,” Adam said, looking at the ceiling.
Spike grabbed the unsuspecting lad around the neck and brought him down; rubbing knuckles over his crew cut, demanding the boy agree he was the boss. Adam refused to submit to the order and soon the men were rolling around on the floor, each trying to get the upper hand, the vampire admiring his idiot cop’s strength, but arrogantly aware there was no real match. He had the lad on his back, head jammed between clamped thighs and his crotch in the boy’s face, Adam’s groin within easy reach.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure,” Adam panted from under his vampire.
Spike kept the kid pinned down and bit into the denim clad cock, moving up and down the length, popping buttons and reaching inside to pull out the thickening dick from the side opening of the underpants. He nipped the sealed flesh at the tip with blunt teeth and stretched out the membrane, flicking into the folds with a sharpened tongue, holding the shaft firmly while he teased the generous overhang. Sliding the hood slowly over the bulbous head, he slavered over the glans and tongued under the frilled ridge, hearing an appreciative moan as he sucked and worked the prick.
Adam knew he had lost and undid Spike’s belt, tearing open his flies and digging inside to free the hard cock, working the shaft in his fist, remembering to play with and tease his vampire’s foreskin. Spike raised his hips and began thrusting, the boy opening his mouth to allow the urgent prick entrance to his throat, where he tried to accommodate the insistent thing, a tight ball sack slapping his forehead. The fat organ hit the back of his gullet and almost caused him to gag, then forced in hard, Spike’s pubic hair tickling his chin as the vampire’s loins covered his face.
Spluttering the pole out, Adam gasped, “Need air, Spike, not one of the unbreathing brigade here,” and attempted to control the inconsiderate knob’s assault on his mouth.
Plunging into the complaining gob, Spike concentrated on Adam’s dick, keeping the foreskin back taut with one hand and masturbating with the other, fist under the peaked ridge, moving up and down with short, rapid strokes. Nervous balls tried to sneak up to the base of Adam’s shaft, Spike could feel the buggers straining beneath his palm, but he kept them under control, the strings constricting with the effort. He poked a curled tongue into the gaping piss slit, licking up the oozing slime and just managed to get his mouth over the dick as it let fly a torrent of spunk, swallowing the spurts as the body in his grip quivered. Allowing no respite, the vampire sped up his thrusts, Adam doing his best not to choke as the cock in his mouth battered the back of his throat and before he had time to recover from his own orgasm, the bully-boy prick exploded and filled him with sperm. Spike was over him as soon as his final twitch faded and spewed the boy’s own sperm into his mouth, demanding the offering be returned with interest. They played with the frothy mixture between them until both swallowed, falling onto their backs exhausted.
“So, Adam,” Spike said, “who’s the boss of you?”
“You are, Spike, you know that; but if you want confirmation every ten minutes, who am I to screw up your whole day?”
“Cheeky get!” Spike said, smothering the mouth that dared to utter those words.
“Now, go ring Giles,” Adam ordered, Spike sitting up and muttering he was the boss and was going to do that anyway, and didn’t need some idiot, LA cop pushing him around.
***
Angel sat the limp form of his Child in the centre of the room. He had tortured and burned his beautiful one for hours before strapping broken wrists into manacles and flogging the silent blond with a dampened piece of cowhide. Then he had lowered his beloved to the floor and fucked him violently, breaking his back as he hammered into every bleeding orifice, spewing spunk over the slack-jawed mouth.
He spoke to the mute figure; answering his own questions and licked all over the charred flesh as he had done before; where or when he could no longer remember. His rasp-like tongue tore at the delicate skin, slicing off huge chunks of flesh, revealing the milky white, virginal skin of William. The naked poet looked at his tormentor and opened his arms to offer succour and forgiveness, Angel falling into the welcoming embrace and weeping pitifully.
“Shh,” the poet soothed, stroking the shuddering body, “William will take care of you, Liam, William will remove your pain and loneliness.” And, plunging a knife into the unresisting chest, gauging inside to remove the heart, he did.
***
Giles listened as Spike told him everything Lindsey had said and what he and Adam had discussed later. There was a pause and the ex. Watcher calmly announced, “I’ve got a dream stone here at the shop.”
Almost dropping his cell, Spike made a funny face and yelled back, “You’ve got one there? All this time and you’ve…”
“You never said anything before, Spike, so stop with the outrage. Yes, remember the stone you were enquiring about when I first brought you here? Well, that’s it. It’s making sense now you’ve mentioned the Welsh connection, because it’s sometimes known as ‘Merlin’s Stone.’ Merlin being…”
“I know all that, Watcher, but what does it mean?” Spike said impatiently.
“If Mcdonald has used the stone to cast an enchantment over Angel, then I’m afraid, and I don’t want to alarm you unnecessarily, this is serious; very serious indeed. I told you what the stone could do in the wrong hands; and from what you’ve told me about Mcdonald wanting revenge on you, I can’t believe he’s used it for Angel’s well being. In fact…no, there’s no point surmising what it’s been used for until we know more; I’ll get Willow over here, we’ll need her help, and you get here as soon as possible so we can start working on our next course of action. This ‘Soltash’ is not unknown to me either. If I remember correctly, he’s a chimera; a shape-shifting demon par excellence. I don’t know what his involvement can be, or where Sahjhan fits in, but it does complicate matters. Spike?”
“Still here, Watcher,” Spike answered, thinking of the suffering Angel could be enduring; had been enduring while he’s been gallivanting with Adam. Shit, what kind of vampire was he that he could do this to his Sire? To Angel. Coward for refusing to think of his Sire in pain or worse; ungrateful, little…He rang off, after telling Giles they’d be over right away; just as the door flew off it hinges and a score of ugly, robed things flooded in and attacked.
Unprepared as they were, Spike and Adam fought hard and well, flooring several of the thugs, but sheer numbers overwhelmed them and Adam could only watch as they covered Spike in a dirty sack and bundled the struggling vampire out. Dazed, bleeding and with two cracked ribs, the lad searched for and found his denim jacket, got his gun and chased after the shrieking monsters as they fled with their prize. He emptied his weapon into the mass of bodies, downing three, who clawed at his legs as he raced past their dying bodies in pursuit. Launching himself at two stragglers, he brought them down, only to be set upon by others, crying out that they must protect the key; must bring the key safely to ‘their most magnificence on high.’ The swarm kicked him almost senseless, leaving him to subdue Spike who had wriggled free and attempted to come to his aid, ignoring the coming day.
Lying motionless, allowing the fleeing mob to believe he was no longer a threat, Adam trailed them for several miles to an imposing building that looked like a grand Hotel, where the hideous freaks entered and took his vampire. He wanted to get in there and kill the bastards for harming and abducting Spike, but controlled the urge and became the cop he was. He watched and waited, satisfying himself the kidnapper’s main intention seemed to be getting Spike into that building and, whatever the reason, wanted him alive. He undertook two reconnaissance sweeps of the exterior, checking entrances and exits, trying windows and doors to get a feel for building security, potential threats and escape routes. ‘Risk assessment: follow procedure,’ he almost said aloud, knowing Spike would be proud he wasn’t planning an ‘Assault on Precinct 13.’ He was desperate to storm the place and smash skulls; rip the bastards apart, but out of ammunition and alone, knew that would be futile. He had to get to Giles; had to get Buffy, she was The Slayer, for fuck’s sake; although he hadn’t witnessed the tiny girl do any of the things Spike had said she was capable of doing. And the others: the witches, even that Xander might be able to help. He had to return and kill every goddamned motherfucker there. He thought about contacting his colleagues back in LA, but they were over an hour away; and with his recent mental state, might think he’d finally lost his marbles. No, get to Giles; he would know what to do. Noting the names of streets as he raced back to Giles’s house, Adam made the frantic call.
***
Next: ‘Gloriana Excelcis Deo.’