Slay me, Save me. Chapter 3: Hollywood Babylon
Title: Slay me, Save me
Chapter 3: Hollywood Babylon
Pairing: Spike, humans
Rating: NC17
Summary: A vampire has to do what a vampire has to do to survive when cursed with a chip and a soul. Can we just say 'dog vampire?'
Icon: with thanks to my darlin' Drkdevin
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc..
Feedback: Always welcome.
Type your cut contents here.
Chapter 3: HollywoodBabylon
Spike soon realised getting up with new resolve and actually doing anything useful were two very different things. He knew what he wanted to do, what he had to do, but couldn’t get his shit together to actually achieve any of the things he needed to do. The ghosts still harried him; chatted like old bags at a bus stop moaning about the weather, but he could ignore them most of the time. He was able to shower, shave, brush his teeth, find clothes, get dressed and attempt to look presentable so as not to alarm the neighbours, but more than that, his addled brain wouldn’t allow. He knew he had to feed, but couldn’t remember how. He was a vampire; that much he remembered, however, the thought of ripping out a throat now made him nauseous. What the fuck was that all about? He had a soul, he could feel it speaking to him, but surely it wouldn’t allow him to starve? He needed blood, he knew that, how to get it was another matter, so he hung around the ruins of ‘Angel Investigations’ ravenous, talking to himself; trying to remember what it was he had to do. He really was a pathetic excuse for a vampire.
He knew he couldn’t go out in the day, so waited for the night to venture into the city, fleeing to the safety of the basement apartment when he couldn’t differentiate between ghost and human, telling a woman to ‘go fuck herself,’ and getting a mouthful of abuse for his troubles. The Big Bad reduced to a sniveling, whimpering, hen-pecked piece of shite. He stayed in a corner, crouched down with his head between his knees until he felt brave enough to venture out again after waiting for nightfall. He thought of William and how he was letting him down, cowering in the shadows; afraid to face his nightmares and his past. He knew William must have been a figment of his imagination, the soul playing tricks on him, but he wanted it to be real, the legacy of William felt good, made him so much more, so he dared to go out again.
It was a park, which one he didn’t know, or how he got there. He wondered around in the gloom, hiding in bushes, occasionally striding out with fake bravado, only to flee to the safety of shadows when anyone approached. Eventually, a man appeared from the darkness: young, presentable, easy meat. They circled for some time, one following the other, waiting; then entering the chase again. Spike caught up with the guy leaning against a fence smoking. His keen vampire vision could see clearly, but the only light came from the moon through the branches of trees. The bloke licked his lips and Spike, in full demon guise, was at his side in seconds. The guy suddenly reached out and grabbed Spike’s crotch, groping his cock through the denim. Spike made a funny face and leaned in for the kill. As soon as his teeth grazed the delicate flesh, violent electrical charges assaulted his brain, shooting through his head in rapid pulses and he grimaced, falling to his knees, hands clutching at cool, damp grass. The confused, frightened bloke scarpered.
Shaking his head to clear the pain, Spike became aware of a human presence and looked up to see another man in front of him, rubbing the obvious bulge at the front of his jeans. “Fuck me,” Spike mumbled and the guy laughed, undoing the buttons of his 501’s, digging into the flies and bringing out a stubby, circumcised penis. The guy played with his prick, daring to tap the moist head on Spike’s nose, leaving a snail trail of slime from bridge to nostril. Still groggy, but outraged, Spike was about to bite the knob, when he felt a powerful spray of spunk hit his forehead, followed by another and another, the sperm dripping down his face. “You fucking wanker,” Spike managed to snarl before the spooked human quickly stashed his cock away and disappeared into the night. The vampire hauled himself up to stand on fragile legs, wiping his face with the back of his hand, pissed off at the indignity. “Dirty fucking cunt!” He yelled out. “Shooting yer muck over me like that! Dirty…” As he licked his lips, Spike felt the familiar zing of human essence hit his senses. The fluid tingled on his tongue and, driven by insane hunger, he licked the spunk from his hands, palming his face to collect the sperm, and swallowed greedily.
The demon within took control and he rapidly found another human. The vampire fell to his knees and tore open the guy’s zipper, grabbing the prick and plunging his ravenous mouth over it, sucking with voracious need. The cock exploded in minutes, the warm liquid easing down his throat like maple syrup and he smacked his lips comically, pushed the surprised guy aside and took off. He found the next bloke easily; the pervert had his cock out already and was masturbating with lavish strokes of his fist. Spike was on his knees immediately, working the stiff rod with hand and mouth as he demanded the prize and was not disappointed, gorging on the stuff, taking off before the guy had recovered. He interrupted two guys getting it on inside some bushes and separated them, falling to the ground to deal with them. The randy bastards didn’t complain and allowed the interloper to blow them, thrusting hard into the receptive mouth. Grunting, both came and the dog vampire was off.
Rushing through the park, Spike found another guy dressed in chaps over blue jeans, a little skittish, but the vampire managed to persuade him to allow a blow job and he lapped up the reward. Another bloke had his kecks around his ankles, drinking from a can, when Spike found him. The blond coaxed the semi erect cock to standing, the sperm a mixture of beer and other strange tastes. Spike shoved him away callously, the guy falling and remaining where he fell. A tall, sinewy guy was next and after he came, he bent forward to kiss wet lips, but the blond dodged him and was off in search of more. The undead cock sucker latched onto another leather clad guy and another to satisfy his demon.
Three voyeurs watching the act were pounced on and Spike crawled on all fours to reach the trio. The cock whore serviced all three, the demon inside craving sustenance and drank with rapacious delight. One guy bent down to reach for Spike’s crotch, but the hand was batted away. “Wanna suck you,” the human asked, but the vampire refused the offer and shoved him to the ground roughly. The grateful bloke tried to take Spike in his arms, but the dog demon was on his feet and on the prowl before the man could right himself.
Hearing whispers and other noises from a small hut, Spike entered the gloom to find a gang of men in a huddle, dropping to his knees to interrupt the group and grab at every exposed cock. The men surrounded the kneeling vampire and Spike spun around and around, servicing as many as he could, his demon screaming for more of the precious white stuff and the dick desperate blond was slave to the all powerful thirst. One punk got behind the kneeling blond and slid his length between splayed legs, humping as he kissed and bit the sucker’s nape, twisting and pulling at his nipples through the thin T-shirt. Hot breath swirled around Spike’s ear to the sound of “Suck that cock, work that dick; swallow that spunk, pig-boy.” A hand groped Spike’s crotch, pulling at the covered genitals, asking if the cocksucker wanted his cock sucked, telling him what he would do and what he would like done in return. Spike allowed it all, not caring what he had become
A hand strayed under his jeans, rubbing along his cleft to his arsehole, but Spike dug nails into the unwanted hand, receiving a warning spark in his head, but getting the message over to the standing men without saying a word. ‘I’ll suck your fucking cocks and swallow your mess, but that’s it.’ And it was enough. Spike milked them all like the possessed demon-dog he now was; licking his lips and looking up with a glazed expression. When each had recovered and realised there was to be no fucking, they left, some inserting telephone numbers into Spike’s back pocket and patting the pert rump with promises of more good times if he contacted them. Spike lay back on his heels, panting, covered in human cock vomit, wild and seemingly insane.
There was another waiting under an arch and the vampire grabbed at the bulging denim, sliding to his knees and rubbing his face into the musky crotch before unbuttoning the jeans to wrench out the hard cock from white underpants, desperate to feel the warm jets shoot down his throat and nourish him. The kneeling vampire felt hands running through his hair, fingers on his face and in his ears, gentle fingers that made the blond look up into the handsome face staring down. The guy smiled. It was a nice smile and he was a good-looking bloke. Spike saw he’d lifted his T-shirt and secured it behind his head to reveal a well muscled torso, a light covering of dark hair spreading from chest to stomach, leading to a forest of pubic fur. With the cock in his mouth, Spike raised a hand to stroke the unruly bush and furry belly, running the palm along a tight chest, fingering stiff nipples, the guy groaning as he traveled to each in turn. The man moved his hips to ease the cock in and out of the vampire’s mouth and Spike felt a familiar stirring in his crotch as his own dick twitched for the first time and he rubbed the bulge against a hairy leg, sensing the change in the bloke’s breathing and the bristling skin as his orgasm approached. Spike heard a gasped, “I’m coming,” and guzzled the offering. As he came off the dick, he felt hands under his armpits lift him to standing.
The human kissed Spike’s nose, tasting his own sperm, and rubbed it with his own, bringing the confused vampire closer with a hand behind his head to press warm lips against unwilling demon lips. The guy opened Spike’s mouth and inserted a tongue inside, searching for another to dance with, but the vampire moved away, studying the human’s half closed eyes. He surrounded Spike with his arms, pulling him closer again, rubbing his still hard cock over the bulge inside the jeans. Spike took the human’s hands and released himself from the embrace, but the human eased a hand from his grasp and pulled Spike’s T-shirt up, palming a hand over his torso and down inside his jeans, marveling at the marble toughness of the body he was touching. The guy played with soft pubic hair, inching lower, and leaned in for another kiss, but this time he was pushed back roughly.
“Let me…” the man whispered. It was a nice voice.
“No…I don’t want…” Spike rasped.
“Can we go somewhere? My car’s only a few minutes away. D’ya wanna come to my place?”
Spike looked at the handsome bloke and ran a finger over his stubbled cheek. “I gotta go. I’m sorry,” he said and walked away, ignoring the voice begging him to stay.
***
The exhausted vampire ran back to the ruins of Angel Investigations as the first rays of the sun penetrated the darkness, pausing only to raid a delivery package outside a store and swipe loaves of bread. He ate on the run, stealing cartons of milk from an open van and swilling down the dry bread. His ghosts harried him persistently but he managed to shrug off most, telling them to ‘fuck off and get a grip.’ Drusilla appeared under a street lamp, calling him a ‘bad dog’ and barking at him. James followed him all the way home, taunting him; laughing at the wretch his once beautiful boy had become. Spike argued with his former partner in death who tutted his disdain, early morning workers giving the ‘crazy loon’ a wide berth as the disheveled figure staggered past. He reached the safety of the basement apartment, crawling under the bed where he curled into a ball and fell into the deep sleep of the undead.
***
Next chapter: ‘And every step I take, takes me further from heaven.’ Angel’s torment continues and the worst horror of all - Spike is there.
Chapter 3: Hollywood Babylon
Pairing: Spike, humans
Rating: NC17
Summary: A vampire has to do what a vampire has to do to survive when cursed with a chip and a soul. Can we just say 'dog vampire?'
Icon: with thanks to my darlin' Drkdevin
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc..
Feedback: Always welcome.
Type your cut contents here.
Chapter 3: HollywoodBabylon
Spike soon realised getting up with new resolve and actually doing anything useful were two very different things. He knew what he wanted to do, what he had to do, but couldn’t get his shit together to actually achieve any of the things he needed to do. The ghosts still harried him; chatted like old bags at a bus stop moaning about the weather, but he could ignore them most of the time. He was able to shower, shave, brush his teeth, find clothes, get dressed and attempt to look presentable so as not to alarm the neighbours, but more than that, his addled brain wouldn’t allow. He knew he had to feed, but couldn’t remember how. He was a vampire; that much he remembered, however, the thought of ripping out a throat now made him nauseous. What the fuck was that all about? He had a soul, he could feel it speaking to him, but surely it wouldn’t allow him to starve? He needed blood, he knew that, how to get it was another matter, so he hung around the ruins of ‘Angel Investigations’ ravenous, talking to himself; trying to remember what it was he had to do. He really was a pathetic excuse for a vampire.
He knew he couldn’t go out in the day, so waited for the night to venture into the city, fleeing to the safety of the basement apartment when he couldn’t differentiate between ghost and human, telling a woman to ‘go fuck herself,’ and getting a mouthful of abuse for his troubles. The Big Bad reduced to a sniveling, whimpering, hen-pecked piece of shite. He stayed in a corner, crouched down with his head between his knees until he felt brave enough to venture out again after waiting for nightfall. He thought of William and how he was letting him down, cowering in the shadows; afraid to face his nightmares and his past. He knew William must have been a figment of his imagination, the soul playing tricks on him, but he wanted it to be real, the legacy of William felt good, made him so much more, so he dared to go out again.
It was a park, which one he didn’t know, or how he got there. He wondered around in the gloom, hiding in bushes, occasionally striding out with fake bravado, only to flee to the safety of shadows when anyone approached. Eventually, a man appeared from the darkness: young, presentable, easy meat. They circled for some time, one following the other, waiting; then entering the chase again. Spike caught up with the guy leaning against a fence smoking. His keen vampire vision could see clearly, but the only light came from the moon through the branches of trees. The bloke licked his lips and Spike, in full demon guise, was at his side in seconds. The guy suddenly reached out and grabbed Spike’s crotch, groping his cock through the denim. Spike made a funny face and leaned in for the kill. As soon as his teeth grazed the delicate flesh, violent electrical charges assaulted his brain, shooting through his head in rapid pulses and he grimaced, falling to his knees, hands clutching at cool, damp grass. The confused, frightened bloke scarpered.
Shaking his head to clear the pain, Spike became aware of a human presence and looked up to see another man in front of him, rubbing the obvious bulge at the front of his jeans. “Fuck me,” Spike mumbled and the guy laughed, undoing the buttons of his 501’s, digging into the flies and bringing out a stubby, circumcised penis. The guy played with his prick, daring to tap the moist head on Spike’s nose, leaving a snail trail of slime from bridge to nostril. Still groggy, but outraged, Spike was about to bite the knob, when he felt a powerful spray of spunk hit his forehead, followed by another and another, the sperm dripping down his face. “You fucking wanker,” Spike managed to snarl before the spooked human quickly stashed his cock away and disappeared into the night. The vampire hauled himself up to stand on fragile legs, wiping his face with the back of his hand, pissed off at the indignity. “Dirty fucking cunt!” He yelled out. “Shooting yer muck over me like that! Dirty…” As he licked his lips, Spike felt the familiar zing of human essence hit his senses. The fluid tingled on his tongue and, driven by insane hunger, he licked the spunk from his hands, palming his face to collect the sperm, and swallowed greedily.
The demon within took control and he rapidly found another human. The vampire fell to his knees and tore open the guy’s zipper, grabbing the prick and plunging his ravenous mouth over it, sucking with voracious need. The cock exploded in minutes, the warm liquid easing down his throat like maple syrup and he smacked his lips comically, pushed the surprised guy aside and took off. He found the next bloke easily; the pervert had his cock out already and was masturbating with lavish strokes of his fist. Spike was on his knees immediately, working the stiff rod with hand and mouth as he demanded the prize and was not disappointed, gorging on the stuff, taking off before the guy had recovered. He interrupted two guys getting it on inside some bushes and separated them, falling to the ground to deal with them. The randy bastards didn’t complain and allowed the interloper to blow them, thrusting hard into the receptive mouth. Grunting, both came and the dog vampire was off.
Rushing through the park, Spike found another guy dressed in chaps over blue jeans, a little skittish, but the vampire managed to persuade him to allow a blow job and he lapped up the reward. Another bloke had his kecks around his ankles, drinking from a can, when Spike found him. The blond coaxed the semi erect cock to standing, the sperm a mixture of beer and other strange tastes. Spike shoved him away callously, the guy falling and remaining where he fell. A tall, sinewy guy was next and after he came, he bent forward to kiss wet lips, but the blond dodged him and was off in search of more. The undead cock sucker latched onto another leather clad guy and another to satisfy his demon.
Three voyeurs watching the act were pounced on and Spike crawled on all fours to reach the trio. The cock whore serviced all three, the demon inside craving sustenance and drank with rapacious delight. One guy bent down to reach for Spike’s crotch, but the hand was batted away. “Wanna suck you,” the human asked, but the vampire refused the offer and shoved him to the ground roughly. The grateful bloke tried to take Spike in his arms, but the dog demon was on his feet and on the prowl before the man could right himself.
Hearing whispers and other noises from a small hut, Spike entered the gloom to find a gang of men in a huddle, dropping to his knees to interrupt the group and grab at every exposed cock. The men surrounded the kneeling vampire and Spike spun around and around, servicing as many as he could, his demon screaming for more of the precious white stuff and the dick desperate blond was slave to the all powerful thirst. One punk got behind the kneeling blond and slid his length between splayed legs, humping as he kissed and bit the sucker’s nape, twisting and pulling at his nipples through the thin T-shirt. Hot breath swirled around Spike’s ear to the sound of “Suck that cock, work that dick; swallow that spunk, pig-boy.” A hand groped Spike’s crotch, pulling at the covered genitals, asking if the cocksucker wanted his cock sucked, telling him what he would do and what he would like done in return. Spike allowed it all, not caring what he had become
A hand strayed under his jeans, rubbing along his cleft to his arsehole, but Spike dug nails into the unwanted hand, receiving a warning spark in his head, but getting the message over to the standing men without saying a word. ‘I’ll suck your fucking cocks and swallow your mess, but that’s it.’ And it was enough. Spike milked them all like the possessed demon-dog he now was; licking his lips and looking up with a glazed expression. When each had recovered and realised there was to be no fucking, they left, some inserting telephone numbers into Spike’s back pocket and patting the pert rump with promises of more good times if he contacted them. Spike lay back on his heels, panting, covered in human cock vomit, wild and seemingly insane.
There was another waiting under an arch and the vampire grabbed at the bulging denim, sliding to his knees and rubbing his face into the musky crotch before unbuttoning the jeans to wrench out the hard cock from white underpants, desperate to feel the warm jets shoot down his throat and nourish him. The kneeling vampire felt hands running through his hair, fingers on his face and in his ears, gentle fingers that made the blond look up into the handsome face staring down. The guy smiled. It was a nice smile and he was a good-looking bloke. Spike saw he’d lifted his T-shirt and secured it behind his head to reveal a well muscled torso, a light covering of dark hair spreading from chest to stomach, leading to a forest of pubic fur. With the cock in his mouth, Spike raised a hand to stroke the unruly bush and furry belly, running the palm along a tight chest, fingering stiff nipples, the guy groaning as he traveled to each in turn. The man moved his hips to ease the cock in and out of the vampire’s mouth and Spike felt a familiar stirring in his crotch as his own dick twitched for the first time and he rubbed the bulge against a hairy leg, sensing the change in the bloke’s breathing and the bristling skin as his orgasm approached. Spike heard a gasped, “I’m coming,” and guzzled the offering. As he came off the dick, he felt hands under his armpits lift him to standing.
The human kissed Spike’s nose, tasting his own sperm, and rubbed it with his own, bringing the confused vampire closer with a hand behind his head to press warm lips against unwilling demon lips. The guy opened Spike’s mouth and inserted a tongue inside, searching for another to dance with, but the vampire moved away, studying the human’s half closed eyes. He surrounded Spike with his arms, pulling him closer again, rubbing his still hard cock over the bulge inside the jeans. Spike took the human’s hands and released himself from the embrace, but the human eased a hand from his grasp and pulled Spike’s T-shirt up, palming a hand over his torso and down inside his jeans, marveling at the marble toughness of the body he was touching. The guy played with soft pubic hair, inching lower, and leaned in for another kiss, but this time he was pushed back roughly.
“Let me…” the man whispered. It was a nice voice.
“No…I don’t want…” Spike rasped.
“Can we go somewhere? My car’s only a few minutes away. D’ya wanna come to my place?”
Spike looked at the handsome bloke and ran a finger over his stubbled cheek. “I gotta go. I’m sorry,” he said and walked away, ignoring the voice begging him to stay.
***
The exhausted vampire ran back to the ruins of Angel Investigations as the first rays of the sun penetrated the darkness, pausing only to raid a delivery package outside a store and swipe loaves of bread. He ate on the run, stealing cartons of milk from an open van and swilling down the dry bread. His ghosts harried him persistently but he managed to shrug off most, telling them to ‘fuck off and get a grip.’ Drusilla appeared under a street lamp, calling him a ‘bad dog’ and barking at him. James followed him all the way home, taunting him; laughing at the wretch his once beautiful boy had become. Spike argued with his former partner in death who tutted his disdain, early morning workers giving the ‘crazy loon’ a wide berth as the disheveled figure staggered past. He reached the safety of the basement apartment, crawling under the bed where he curled into a ball and fell into the deep sleep of the undead.
***
Next chapter: ‘And every step I take, takes me further from heaven.’ Angel’s torment continues and the worst horror of all - Spike is there.