Despair and Delight 9 (Angelus/Spike, Angelus/OMC, NC-17)
AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Despair and Delight 9
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angelus/Spike; Angelus/OMC
CONTENT: bondage, bloodplay, non-con, severe confinement, rimming.
SUMMARY: After Holtz takes Connor through the portal, W&H use a spell to cage the soul and free Angelus. A souled Angelus decides to get his boy Spike back. This Chapter- Angelus has to go to the W&H Halloween Party.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is extremely dark and graphic. I am not going guarantee my usual happy-ending-type fic.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Ats 3:16 Sleep Tight; BtVS 6:16 Hells Bells.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,279 words.
Spike awoke the next day with only the collar around his neck and the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. No gag, no chain, no mittens. He was fairly amazed. The collar was chained to the bed but otherwise he had more freedom that he'd had in weeks.
He was likewise amazed not to be buried under Angelus' body. No, Angelus was busy shoving his cock down the throat of the little caged priest. "How do you like that, fucktoy?" The priest whimpered but otherwise could not answer. Angelus had decided to name the priest 'fucktoy' to save time, as that was all the naked chained priest was. He was fed on Sire's blood exclusively, to bond him despite the cruel treatment.
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Enjoying the whipping boy?" he asked, a hint of his old snarky self in the tone.
Angelus grinned wickedly at Spike. "I am. Jealous?"
"I will admit to a little jealousy, you know how I love using my mouth on you and you using my mouth."
Angelus chuckled. "Now now, plenty of me to go around. I'll get to you in a while." He looked down at the priest. "He really does look like you, doesn't he?"
"It is a startling resemblance." Spike got up and stepped a bit, wanting to see how long the chain would let him move. He was able to stroke a hand over Angelus' back and ass as his Sire kept face-fucking the little priest.
Angelus gave a rumble of a purr. "Now that's good. That's my sweet boy." Spike kissed Angelus' back and then slithered to the floor at his feet. He kissed and licked along Angelus' thighs. Angelus muttered encouragement. Spike teased the tip of his tongue over Angelus' perineum and then flickered at his rear entrance.
Angelus groaned and hissed. "You've never done that. Bold move. Come on then, let me feel your tongue. You're wanting to prove you can give me pleasures your little whipping boy can't."
Spike pushed his tongue in deeper, working the ring of muscle slowly and carefully. His tongue pressed in bit by bit and then thrust in hard. It was an unusually, inhumanly long tongue, and Spike could reach and flick over the sweet spot inside Angelus. It drew a set of curse words as the sensation hit Angelus. "Fuck boy! Do that again!"
Spike did it again. And again. Angelus was still using the mouth of the fucktoy but all his attention was on Spike. It only took a few times of that before Angelus let go and climaxed.
"That's enough," he growled after he came, and Spike backed off, just resting his head on Angelus' thigh. Angelus petted Spike and then pulled him up to kiss him. "You're a cheeky boy but you know I always liked that." Angelus couldn't have been happier. The whipping boy had worked precisely as he'd anticipated. He got Spike cooperative but with a bit of spirit. And he got a little broken toy to torment and use shamelessly.
Spike just grinned and stayed in Angelus' embrace. He was more content now. This was more like the old days than anything in recent weeks. He purred loudly.
~~~~
Things continued on like that for the next few weeks. The fucktoy got used with no relief, only the steady feed of Sire's blood to slowly twist his mind into slavish adoration for his tormentor. And Spike got a little freedom. He still was occasionally trussed up to suit some perverse desire of Angelus' but there was always contact and loving afterwards. He was his Sire's boy again, and only the tiniest corner of his mind denied this. He pleased Angelus and he was used and usually reached his own pleasure as well.
Then came the invitation. More of a summons, really. Angelus was being asked to come up for the annual Wolfram and Hart Halloween party. And bring and display Spike at the party. Spike was rather glad he wasn't the fucktoy for a while after that. Angelus was unhappy and frustrated at being commanded, and someone else had to pay for those feelings. Spike, for his part, provided soothing back rubs and lots of blowjobs.
But there was no way to avoid the summons so off they went. Spike was secured for the trip with mittens and gags again, but he'd expected that. Fucktoy, on the other hand, was packed into a trunk, cage and all, with padding all around him.
They were given the same suite again and Angelus installed Fucktoy on a convenient table. Cleaning staff, oddly enough, paid him no attention and dusted him exactly as they did the other furniture. Spike was taken, on a leash but unhobbled, to the meeting with Holland where Angelus expressed his displeasure at being summoned.
"The Halloween Party is important," Holland insisted. "It's a time when the firm displays its assets, and you are a very vital asset."
That mollified Angelus somewhat. "Very well. But Security needs to step up its act. Last visit the little brat Conner nearly got me as we left." There was a twitch from Soulboy deep inside at that, but no more than a twitch.
"He did? I'm sorry, you have a right to be angry about that. We'll keep an eye out for him."
"Very well then. I'll see you at the party."
~~~~
The night of the party, Angelus chose to wear only his leather pants, no shirt, and some fierce boots. His upper torso was oiled and gleaming. Spike was in the same tiny ensemble of thong and chains he'd worn to the negotiation party, though not hobbled. Angelus wanted Spike to be able to walk gracefully behind him through the crowd. Spike also had a small amount of make-up artfully applied- a little gloss to his lips, and kohl eyeliner to emphasize his deep blue eyes, as well as glittery powder all over his body to make it glow. Spike got a bit of a perverse thrill from being displayed.
And displayed he was. All eyes were on the pair as they moved through the crowd. Angelus found the chair that was marked for him, a wing backed velvet chair with a cushion next to it. He settled into it and company flunkies quickly brought both he and Spike blood punch. Angelus had to smile a bit at that. "Well, they behave like proper minions anyway," he commented to Spike. Spike simply nodded.
The various high-level demon clients came by, out of curiosity or to pay their respects. Then came the one who went too far. As he greeted Angelus, he commented, "Pretty pet," And reached over with the intent to ruffle Spikes's hair. Angelus grabbed the arm before the hand could get where it was going.
"He is pretty but I don't allow anyone to touch him," Angelus said with an icy tone.
"Unhand me, you beast," the demon said. "I won't touch your precious pet."
Angelus let go. The demon said, "I am head of my clan and it's not permitted to lay hands on me. I should challenge you to a duel. You're lucky this is a party I have no desire to ruin."
"And you're lucky to still possess two arms, so I say we're even," Angelus replied.
The party dragged on for quite a while after that. The entertainment wasn't bad, a live sex show and a human sacrifice to top it all off. But Angelus was only too glad to get back to his room.
The next day would mean home and comfort again. Angelus took his frustration out on Fucktoy and then took Spike to bed.
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Despair and Delight 9
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angelus/Spike; Angelus/OMC
CONTENT: bondage, bloodplay, non-con, severe confinement, rimming.
SUMMARY: After Holtz takes Connor through the portal, W&H use a spell to cage the soul and free Angelus. A souled Angelus decides to get his boy Spike back. This Chapter- Angelus has to go to the W&H Halloween Party.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is extremely dark and graphic. I am not going guarantee my usual happy-ending-type fic.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Ats 3:16 Sleep Tight; BtVS 6:16 Hells Bells.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,279 words.
Spike awoke the next day with only the collar around his neck and the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. No gag, no chain, no mittens. He was fairly amazed. The collar was chained to the bed but otherwise he had more freedom that he'd had in weeks.
He was likewise amazed not to be buried under Angelus' body. No, Angelus was busy shoving his cock down the throat of the little caged priest. "How do you like that, fucktoy?" The priest whimpered but otherwise could not answer. Angelus had decided to name the priest 'fucktoy' to save time, as that was all the naked chained priest was. He was fed on Sire's blood exclusively, to bond him despite the cruel treatment.
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Enjoying the whipping boy?" he asked, a hint of his old snarky self in the tone.
Angelus grinned wickedly at Spike. "I am. Jealous?"
"I will admit to a little jealousy, you know how I love using my mouth on you and you using my mouth."
Angelus chuckled. "Now now, plenty of me to go around. I'll get to you in a while." He looked down at the priest. "He really does look like you, doesn't he?"
"It is a startling resemblance." Spike got up and stepped a bit, wanting to see how long the chain would let him move. He was able to stroke a hand over Angelus' back and ass as his Sire kept face-fucking the little priest.
Angelus gave a rumble of a purr. "Now that's good. That's my sweet boy." Spike kissed Angelus' back and then slithered to the floor at his feet. He kissed and licked along Angelus' thighs. Angelus muttered encouragement. Spike teased the tip of his tongue over Angelus' perineum and then flickered at his rear entrance.
Angelus groaned and hissed. "You've never done that. Bold move. Come on then, let me feel your tongue. You're wanting to prove you can give me pleasures your little whipping boy can't."
Spike pushed his tongue in deeper, working the ring of muscle slowly and carefully. His tongue pressed in bit by bit and then thrust in hard. It was an unusually, inhumanly long tongue, and Spike could reach and flick over the sweet spot inside Angelus. It drew a set of curse words as the sensation hit Angelus. "Fuck boy! Do that again!"
Spike did it again. And again. Angelus was still using the mouth of the fucktoy but all his attention was on Spike. It only took a few times of that before Angelus let go and climaxed.
"That's enough," he growled after he came, and Spike backed off, just resting his head on Angelus' thigh. Angelus petted Spike and then pulled him up to kiss him. "You're a cheeky boy but you know I always liked that." Angelus couldn't have been happier. The whipping boy had worked precisely as he'd anticipated. He got Spike cooperative but with a bit of spirit. And he got a little broken toy to torment and use shamelessly.
Spike just grinned and stayed in Angelus' embrace. He was more content now. This was more like the old days than anything in recent weeks. He purred loudly.
~~~~
Things continued on like that for the next few weeks. The fucktoy got used with no relief, only the steady feed of Sire's blood to slowly twist his mind into slavish adoration for his tormentor. And Spike got a little freedom. He still was occasionally trussed up to suit some perverse desire of Angelus' but there was always contact and loving afterwards. He was his Sire's boy again, and only the tiniest corner of his mind denied this. He pleased Angelus and he was used and usually reached his own pleasure as well.
Then came the invitation. More of a summons, really. Angelus was being asked to come up for the annual Wolfram and Hart Halloween party. And bring and display Spike at the party. Spike was rather glad he wasn't the fucktoy for a while after that. Angelus was unhappy and frustrated at being commanded, and someone else had to pay for those feelings. Spike, for his part, provided soothing back rubs and lots of blowjobs.
But there was no way to avoid the summons so off they went. Spike was secured for the trip with mittens and gags again, but he'd expected that. Fucktoy, on the other hand, was packed into a trunk, cage and all, with padding all around him.
They were given the same suite again and Angelus installed Fucktoy on a convenient table. Cleaning staff, oddly enough, paid him no attention and dusted him exactly as they did the other furniture. Spike was taken, on a leash but unhobbled, to the meeting with Holland where Angelus expressed his displeasure at being summoned.
"The Halloween Party is important," Holland insisted. "It's a time when the firm displays its assets, and you are a very vital asset."
That mollified Angelus somewhat. "Very well. But Security needs to step up its act. Last visit the little brat Conner nearly got me as we left." There was a twitch from Soulboy deep inside at that, but no more than a twitch.
"He did? I'm sorry, you have a right to be angry about that. We'll keep an eye out for him."
"Very well then. I'll see you at the party."
~~~~
The night of the party, Angelus chose to wear only his leather pants, no shirt, and some fierce boots. His upper torso was oiled and gleaming. Spike was in the same tiny ensemble of thong and chains he'd worn to the negotiation party, though not hobbled. Angelus wanted Spike to be able to walk gracefully behind him through the crowd. Spike also had a small amount of make-up artfully applied- a little gloss to his lips, and kohl eyeliner to emphasize his deep blue eyes, as well as glittery powder all over his body to make it glow. Spike got a bit of a perverse thrill from being displayed.
And displayed he was. All eyes were on the pair as they moved through the crowd. Angelus found the chair that was marked for him, a wing backed velvet chair with a cushion next to it. He settled into it and company flunkies quickly brought both he and Spike blood punch. Angelus had to smile a bit at that. "Well, they behave like proper minions anyway," he commented to Spike. Spike simply nodded.
The various high-level demon clients came by, out of curiosity or to pay their respects. Then came the one who went too far. As he greeted Angelus, he commented, "Pretty pet," And reached over with the intent to ruffle Spikes's hair. Angelus grabbed the arm before the hand could get where it was going.
"He is pretty but I don't allow anyone to touch him," Angelus said with an icy tone.
"Unhand me, you beast," the demon said. "I won't touch your precious pet."
Angelus let go. The demon said, "I am head of my clan and it's not permitted to lay hands on me. I should challenge you to a duel. You're lucky this is a party I have no desire to ruin."
"And you're lucky to still possess two arms, so I say we're even," Angelus replied.
The party dragged on for quite a while after that. The entertainment wasn't bad, a live sex show and a human sacrifice to top it all off. But Angelus was only too glad to get back to his room.
The next day would mean home and comfort again. Angelus took his frustration out on Fucktoy and then took Spike to bed.