Spike Slashficathon fic
For willshenillshe's Spike Slashficathon.
Title: Too Good to Be True, Can't Take My Eyes Off of You
Rating: Hard R
Author: Moosesal
Written for: itsabigrock
Pairing: Angelus/Spike
Challenge: Including: Love for Darla and Drusilla, a hunt, Angelus not being able to take his eyes off the victim. Excluding: No true "wuv", fluffy bunnies or rape
Note: This is my first time writing written Angelus, Dru, and Darla. I hope it doesn't disappoint. I hope you like my take on the “hunt” aspect. I really enjoyed writing it once I came up with an idea.
***
Spike limped home in a slow race against the rising sun. While looking for information on Angelus and Drusilla’s whereabouts, he’d run across a few demons who weren’t exactly impressed with his soul. They’d damn near tried to rip it out of his chest before he managed to kill the three of them. And on top of that, his efforts had yielded no results.
When he entered the flat he saw the message light flashing on the telephone. Spike pressed the voicemail button and entered the password before collapsing on the sofa.
Spike winced at the sound of Angel’s voice. “We’re not here, leave a message.”
Beep. “Spike? It’s Wesley... you’re probably out looking for them right now, but I wanted to let you know we did the uninvite spell on my flat and Gunn’s. If you need a safe place to sleep, you’re always welcome here.... Call me if you get any useful info.”
Beep. “Wesley again. I forgot to mention that I spoke with Giles. He’s tracking down Willow and will send her directly to us as soon as he speaks with her. I don’t trust the Wolfram & Hart shamans to help us on this one.... Don’t worry, Spike, we’ll get him back.”
Beep. “Spike? Spike, if you’re there pick up the phone... Damn... I heard what happened. Call me if you want me to come help find him.... I miss fighting with you.” Beep. “You have no more messages.”
***
“Mmm. We love having Daddy back, don’t we, Miss Edith? Our spell worked so well.” Drusilla clutched a doll to her chest as she swayed to the music in her head, a dreamy expression on her face. “Come play with us, Daddy? Miss Edith wants to dance.”
“Later, Dru,” Angelus sighed. “Right now I’ve got some planning to do.” He held an old sketch in his hand--Spike, lying naked on a bed, asleep with a small smile on his face. The paper had been crumpled and straightened repeatedly, but he couldn’t let it go. He stared at the image and thought back to the night he’d drawn it so many years ago.
***
“So beautiful. Such a pretty, pretty boy, Drusilla. You’ve done well, child.”
“Does Daddy like our new toy?”
“He’s going to be trouble.” Angelus turned at the words and saw Darla standing in the doorway. “If he doesn’t obey, you’ll destroy him or I’ll do it myself.”
“Aye. He’ll behave.” He turned back to William, unconscious on the bed. “I’ll see to it that he learns his place.”
“Yes, see to it love,” she smiled and turned to Dru. “Come, Drusilla. Come help me dress and join me for dinner?”
“Ooh, yes grandmum.”
“Don’t call me that,” Darla snapped as she led Dru from the room. With the two women gone, Angelus turned back to admire the young man on the bed. He undressed William and then pulled out his sketch pad to capture on paper an image that would never leave his mind.
***
Spike lay in his and Angel’s bed trying desperately to fall asleep. The scent of Angel on his pillow flooded his mind with memories. Thoughts of Angel fucking him, of them arguing then sharing blood were mixed with those of getting Angel to eat cookie dough ice cream and buffalo wings.
“You’re getting sauce all over the sheets, Spike!”
“Not the only thing I’ll be getting on the sheets tonight, mate. Relax.”
“Spike,” he growled.
“Angel,” Spike had mimicked.
Spike sighed and rolled over away from Angel’s side of the bed. It would do him no good to think of those moments right now. Angelus was not the man he shared a bed with, a life with. Angelus was never so kind, so gentle. Although, Spike admitted, his actions weren’t always unwelcome, even when cruel.
“Bend over boy, I’m gonna show you who runs this family,” Angelus ordered.
William looked over at Drusilla and Darla, curled up on the divan watching and waiting.
“I’m not your fucking toy.”
Angelus turned to the women, “Leave us.” Drusilla pouted as they rose from the sofa.
“Careful, love. You’ll spoil him,” warned Darla as she exited the room.
As soon as the door closed behind them Angelus shoved William to the floor and fell atop him. He pressed William’s body to the floor with his own, thrusting roughly, and feeling him grow hard in response.
“I think perhaps you like this more than you let on. Don’t you boy?”
William closed his eyes and bit his lip as he thrust up against Angelus. He moaned at the contact, the friction of his pants rubbing him raw. His eyes flew open when he felt Angelus lick the drop of blood from his lip.
Spike let the memory wash over him as he quickly jerked off before falling into a restless sleep. Willow was coming, he’d have his Angel back soon.
***
Angelus slept fitfully, memories of Angel’s good deeds haunting his dreams. He woke sensing someone in the room with him.
“You hate him because he is loved, because he’s full of love, because love makes him stronger than you.”
“Darla?” He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was imagining things, but she was still there.
“Yes, love. It’s me.”
“You’re dust. You can’t be here. You aren’t real.”
“I’ve been dust before,” she reminded. Darla moved toward him, sat on the edge of bed, and ran her fingers through his hair. “Some things never change, my sweet,” she whispered as she noticed the sketch on the nightstand. “You always did have a weakness for him. Even when you were inside me, I’d see you looking across the room, watching him with Dru. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.”
He stared at the drawing, silent.
“He’s always been your weakness. Long before the slayer came along, you gave your heart to this one.”
“My heart?” Angelus laughed. “I’m a demon, Darla. My heart is dead. And thanks to Dru, I’m free of that pesky soul.”
“Your heart longs for him. You’ll never be my sweet, cruel Angelus again unless you destroy him.”
Angelus’s gaze returned to the sketch.
“Go to him tonight. Go to him and end your suffering, regain your strength.” With that she faded into nothing.
Moments after she was gone, Drusilla appeared in his doorway, her eyes glassy and lost.
“Grandmum was here. She spoke of your heart, didn’t she? She’s a sneaky one she is. A sneaky one.”
Angelus dismissed Dru’s ramblings and called her to his bed. “Come, Dru. Keep me company until nightfall?”
***
Spike woke with a start then stilled, listening. Was someone in the flat or if was just dreaming? There was someone in the living room, he was sure of it. He carefully rose from the bed and eased out of the room, making no noise. When he peaked around the corner into the living room he was shocked to see Darla standing by the window, gazing out at the afternoon sun.
“He’s coming for you tonight.”
“What?” Spike was still trying to figure out if she was an illusion when she started talking to him.
“He’s coming here. Tonight. To kill you. Be ready. He needs you Spike, he needs the soul.”
Spike stood there stunned as he watched her disappear before his eyes. “What the... ?? Fuck.” He looked up at the ceiling. “If you guys are paying attention up there, now would be a good time to send Willow.” Until then, it was time to call Wesley and prepare for Angelus’s arrival. Sunset was less than three hours away.
***
Angelus paced back and forth in his room waiting for the sun to set. As soon as the sun dipped behind the horizon he was out the door, Drusilla on his heels.
Within minutes he was standing outside Wolfram & Hart staring up at the penthouse windows, wondering if Spike would be waiting for him. “Are we taking my Spikey home with us, Daddy?”
“Something like that,” he whispered as he opened the front door. He found the lobby empty and laughed. “Wesley must have sent everybody home to protect them from me,” he snorted. “As if I can’t pick up a snack on the street.”
Angelus and Dru rode the elevator up to the penthouse. When they exited, they found Spike sitting in the living room watching television.
“Spike, love, Miss Edith sends you kisses.”
Spike stayed seated, but flicked the remote at the television. He looked at Angelus briefly before turning his attention to Drusilla. “Hello, pet. I see you got your Daddy back. Too bad your little spell didn’t work the same on me.”
“I’m so sorry, my sweet. I wanted to get rid of that horrible soul of yours, but the stars said you were happy with it. And I want my Spikey to be happy.” She curled up next to him on the sofa and rubbed against him like a cat.
Spike ran his fingers through her hair as he returned his attention to Angelus. “It’s nice of you to stop by for a visit. Back to run the evil law firm then?”
“No. I came back for you.”
“For me?” Spike’s eyebrow lifted. “Somehow I don’t think you stopped in to kiss and make up.”
Angel grinned. “No. Not exactly.” In an instant Spike and Angelus were standing face-to-face in the middle of the room. “I came to kill you.”
“I never would have guessed,” Spike deadpanned as they began to spar. “Had a little visit earlier today from an old friend of yours.”
Angelus ducked a punch and spun around kicking Spike against the wall. “Oh really? Let me guess, Wesley? Gunn? No wait, Lorne?”
Spike stood up and responded with a kick of his own to Angelus’s groin, dropping him to his knees. “No.” His knee came up to crack Angelus in the head. “Darla.”
Angelus was up again in an instant. “Funny.” Punch to the face. “She stopped by to see me, too.” Spike's fist connected with his face. “Said I should kill you.”
Angelus aimed for the jaw, but Spike ducked and shot out his leg, knocking Angelus to the ground. “Funny.” Spike copied as he straddled Angelus and slammed his nose with the heel of hand. “She told me you’d be stopping by for a visit. Said I should take you back.” He licked the blood from his palm before grabbing Angelus by the hair and slamming his head into the floor.
***
In the bedroom, Willow held the Orb of Thessula. She could hear Spike and Angelus fighting as she began the invocation to return Angel’s soul.
“What have we here?” Willow turned to see Drusilla in the doorway. “Aren’t you a pretty one.”
“Stop right there, Drusilla. Don’t make me hurt you.”
“Are you trying to put that nasty soul back in my Daddy?” She moved across the room with such grace that Willow wondered if she were floating. “You can’t take him away.” She morphed into the demon and lunged at Willow, but Willow threw up her hands and stopped her movement. Drusilla hung suspended in the air, frozen.
Hearing Spike and Angelus still fighting, Willow returned to the spell hoping Spike could hang on long enough to keep Angelus in the room. She had altered the spell to prevent Drusilla, or anyone else, from taking his soul away again through magic. But she had to touch him to make it work.
***
“Take me back?” Angelus laughed. “Like I’d want you.”
“You always wanted me.” He leaned down and kissed Angelus before slamming his head down yet again.
Angelus pushed Spike off of him and jumped to his feet. “You were just a toy, a plaything, nothing more.”
“And yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.”
Angelus was stunned briefly by the truth of Spike’s words.
***
Willow held the glowing orb in her hands, she continued to chant as she sat the orb beside the bed and walked to the front room. She now held the glow from the orb in her bare hands. She rounded the corner from the hallway to find Angelus and Spike in a face-off.
“And yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.” Spike said.
Angelus stood staring at him. “No,” he whispered. He pushed Spike roughly against the wall and held him there with his own body. He kissed him as he reached into his pocket for the stake he’d brought with him. “No. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
He raised the stake toward Spike’s heart as he felt two hands press on his back and became aware of a heartbeat and words being whispered behind him. Willow pressed her glowing hands to Angelus’s back and the light flowed from her into his body. His back arched and he screamed as his soul came rushing back inside him. Spike caught him as his body sagged to the floor.
“Thanks, Red,” he whispered as he fell to the floor with Angel.
Willow nodded and returned to the bedroom, giving them some privacy. When she returned, though, she was faced with Drusilla. “Spike?” she yelled.
“Yeah, Red?”
“What should I do with Drusilla?”
“Bloody hell,” he mumbled. “Angel? Angel, love, look at me.”
“Spike,” he whispered.
“We’ve got to do something about Dru.”
“Let her go.”
Spike lay Angel on the floor then walked into the bedroom. “Angel says to let her go. Think you can send her somewhere? Back to Brazil, maybe?”
“Sure,” Willow replied with a sad smile. “Brazil it is.” She turned back to Dru and whispered something Spike couldn't quite understand and the Dru disappeared. “Go take care of Angel. He'll need some rest after all the magic I pushed through him. He should be fine by tomorrow though. Call me if you need anything.”
Willow gave Spike a quick hug and then left as Spike returned to the living room. He lifted Angel from the floor and carried him to their bed. He lay Angel on the bed, curled up beside him, and drifted off to sleep wondering what would bring out Angelus next time. As undeniable as Willow's power was, there would undoubtedly be a next time.
The End
Title: Too Good to Be True, Can't Take My Eyes Off of You
Rating: Hard R
Author: Moosesal
Written for: itsabigrock
Pairing: Angelus/Spike
Challenge: Including: Love for Darla and Drusilla, a hunt, Angelus not being able to take his eyes off the victim. Excluding: No true "wuv", fluffy bunnies or rape
Note: This is my first time writing written Angelus, Dru, and Darla. I hope it doesn't disappoint. I hope you like my take on the “hunt” aspect. I really enjoyed writing it once I came up with an idea.
***
Spike limped home in a slow race against the rising sun. While looking for information on Angelus and Drusilla’s whereabouts, he’d run across a few demons who weren’t exactly impressed with his soul. They’d damn near tried to rip it out of his chest before he managed to kill the three of them. And on top of that, his efforts had yielded no results.
When he entered the flat he saw the message light flashing on the telephone. Spike pressed the voicemail button and entered the password before collapsing on the sofa.
Spike winced at the sound of Angel’s voice. “We’re not here, leave a message.”
Beep. “Spike? It’s Wesley... you’re probably out looking for them right now, but I wanted to let you know we did the uninvite spell on my flat and Gunn’s. If you need a safe place to sleep, you’re always welcome here.... Call me if you get any useful info.”
Beep. “Wesley again. I forgot to mention that I spoke with Giles. He’s tracking down Willow and will send her directly to us as soon as he speaks with her. I don’t trust the Wolfram & Hart shamans to help us on this one.... Don’t worry, Spike, we’ll get him back.”
Beep. “Spike? Spike, if you’re there pick up the phone... Damn... I heard what happened. Call me if you want me to come help find him.... I miss fighting with you.” Beep. “You have no more messages.”
***
“Mmm. We love having Daddy back, don’t we, Miss Edith? Our spell worked so well.” Drusilla clutched a doll to her chest as she swayed to the music in her head, a dreamy expression on her face. “Come play with us, Daddy? Miss Edith wants to dance.”
“Later, Dru,” Angelus sighed. “Right now I’ve got some planning to do.” He held an old sketch in his hand--Spike, lying naked on a bed, asleep with a small smile on his face. The paper had been crumpled and straightened repeatedly, but he couldn’t let it go. He stared at the image and thought back to the night he’d drawn it so many years ago.
***
“So beautiful. Such a pretty, pretty boy, Drusilla. You’ve done well, child.”
“Does Daddy like our new toy?”
“He’s going to be trouble.” Angelus turned at the words and saw Darla standing in the doorway. “If he doesn’t obey, you’ll destroy him or I’ll do it myself.”
“Aye. He’ll behave.” He turned back to William, unconscious on the bed. “I’ll see to it that he learns his place.”
“Yes, see to it love,” she smiled and turned to Dru. “Come, Drusilla. Come help me dress and join me for dinner?”
“Ooh, yes grandmum.”
“Don’t call me that,” Darla snapped as she led Dru from the room. With the two women gone, Angelus turned back to admire the young man on the bed. He undressed William and then pulled out his sketch pad to capture on paper an image that would never leave his mind.
***
Spike lay in his and Angel’s bed trying desperately to fall asleep. The scent of Angel on his pillow flooded his mind with memories. Thoughts of Angel fucking him, of them arguing then sharing blood were mixed with those of getting Angel to eat cookie dough ice cream and buffalo wings.
“You’re getting sauce all over the sheets, Spike!”
“Not the only thing I’ll be getting on the sheets tonight, mate. Relax.”
“Spike,” he growled.
“Angel,” Spike had mimicked.
Spike sighed and rolled over away from Angel’s side of the bed. It would do him no good to think of those moments right now. Angelus was not the man he shared a bed with, a life with. Angelus was never so kind, so gentle. Although, Spike admitted, his actions weren’t always unwelcome, even when cruel.
“Bend over boy, I’m gonna show you who runs this family,” Angelus ordered.
William looked over at Drusilla and Darla, curled up on the divan watching and waiting.
“I’m not your fucking toy.”
Angelus turned to the women, “Leave us.” Drusilla pouted as they rose from the sofa.
“Careful, love. You’ll spoil him,” warned Darla as she exited the room.
As soon as the door closed behind them Angelus shoved William to the floor and fell atop him. He pressed William’s body to the floor with his own, thrusting roughly, and feeling him grow hard in response.
“I think perhaps you like this more than you let on. Don’t you boy?”
William closed his eyes and bit his lip as he thrust up against Angelus. He moaned at the contact, the friction of his pants rubbing him raw. His eyes flew open when he felt Angelus lick the drop of blood from his lip.
Spike let the memory wash over him as he quickly jerked off before falling into a restless sleep. Willow was coming, he’d have his Angel back soon.
***
Angelus slept fitfully, memories of Angel’s good deeds haunting his dreams. He woke sensing someone in the room with him.
“You hate him because he is loved, because he’s full of love, because love makes him stronger than you.”
“Darla?” He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was imagining things, but she was still there.
“Yes, love. It’s me.”
“You’re dust. You can’t be here. You aren’t real.”
“I’ve been dust before,” she reminded. Darla moved toward him, sat on the edge of bed, and ran her fingers through his hair. “Some things never change, my sweet,” she whispered as she noticed the sketch on the nightstand. “You always did have a weakness for him. Even when you were inside me, I’d see you looking across the room, watching him with Dru. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.”
He stared at the drawing, silent.
“He’s always been your weakness. Long before the slayer came along, you gave your heart to this one.”
“My heart?” Angelus laughed. “I’m a demon, Darla. My heart is dead. And thanks to Dru, I’m free of that pesky soul.”
“Your heart longs for him. You’ll never be my sweet, cruel Angelus again unless you destroy him.”
Angelus’s gaze returned to the sketch.
“Go to him tonight. Go to him and end your suffering, regain your strength.” With that she faded into nothing.
Moments after she was gone, Drusilla appeared in his doorway, her eyes glassy and lost.
“Grandmum was here. She spoke of your heart, didn’t she? She’s a sneaky one she is. A sneaky one.”
Angelus dismissed Dru’s ramblings and called her to his bed. “Come, Dru. Keep me company until nightfall?”
***
Spike woke with a start then stilled, listening. Was someone in the flat or if was just dreaming? There was someone in the living room, he was sure of it. He carefully rose from the bed and eased out of the room, making no noise. When he peaked around the corner into the living room he was shocked to see Darla standing by the window, gazing out at the afternoon sun.
“He’s coming for you tonight.”
“What?” Spike was still trying to figure out if she was an illusion when she started talking to him.
“He’s coming here. Tonight. To kill you. Be ready. He needs you Spike, he needs the soul.”
Spike stood there stunned as he watched her disappear before his eyes. “What the... ?? Fuck.” He looked up at the ceiling. “If you guys are paying attention up there, now would be a good time to send Willow.” Until then, it was time to call Wesley and prepare for Angelus’s arrival. Sunset was less than three hours away.
***
Angelus paced back and forth in his room waiting for the sun to set. As soon as the sun dipped behind the horizon he was out the door, Drusilla on his heels.
Within minutes he was standing outside Wolfram & Hart staring up at the penthouse windows, wondering if Spike would be waiting for him. “Are we taking my Spikey home with us, Daddy?”
“Something like that,” he whispered as he opened the front door. He found the lobby empty and laughed. “Wesley must have sent everybody home to protect them from me,” he snorted. “As if I can’t pick up a snack on the street.”
Angelus and Dru rode the elevator up to the penthouse. When they exited, they found Spike sitting in the living room watching television.
“Spike, love, Miss Edith sends you kisses.”
Spike stayed seated, but flicked the remote at the television. He looked at Angelus briefly before turning his attention to Drusilla. “Hello, pet. I see you got your Daddy back. Too bad your little spell didn’t work the same on me.”
“I’m so sorry, my sweet. I wanted to get rid of that horrible soul of yours, but the stars said you were happy with it. And I want my Spikey to be happy.” She curled up next to him on the sofa and rubbed against him like a cat.
Spike ran his fingers through her hair as he returned his attention to Angelus. “It’s nice of you to stop by for a visit. Back to run the evil law firm then?”
“No. I came back for you.”
“For me?” Spike’s eyebrow lifted. “Somehow I don’t think you stopped in to kiss and make up.”
Angel grinned. “No. Not exactly.” In an instant Spike and Angelus were standing face-to-face in the middle of the room. “I came to kill you.”
“I never would have guessed,” Spike deadpanned as they began to spar. “Had a little visit earlier today from an old friend of yours.”
Angelus ducked a punch and spun around kicking Spike against the wall. “Oh really? Let me guess, Wesley? Gunn? No wait, Lorne?”
Spike stood up and responded with a kick of his own to Angelus’s groin, dropping him to his knees. “No.” His knee came up to crack Angelus in the head. “Darla.”
Angelus was up again in an instant. “Funny.” Punch to the face. “She stopped by to see me, too.” Spike's fist connected with his face. “Said I should kill you.”
Angelus aimed for the jaw, but Spike ducked and shot out his leg, knocking Angelus to the ground. “Funny.” Spike copied as he straddled Angelus and slammed his nose with the heel of hand. “She told me you’d be stopping by for a visit. Said I should take you back.” He licked the blood from his palm before grabbing Angelus by the hair and slamming his head into the floor.
***
In the bedroom, Willow held the Orb of Thessula. She could hear Spike and Angelus fighting as she began the invocation to return Angel’s soul.
“What have we here?” Willow turned to see Drusilla in the doorway. “Aren’t you a pretty one.”
“Stop right there, Drusilla. Don’t make me hurt you.”
“Are you trying to put that nasty soul back in my Daddy?” She moved across the room with such grace that Willow wondered if she were floating. “You can’t take him away.” She morphed into the demon and lunged at Willow, but Willow threw up her hands and stopped her movement. Drusilla hung suspended in the air, frozen.
Hearing Spike and Angelus still fighting, Willow returned to the spell hoping Spike could hang on long enough to keep Angelus in the room. She had altered the spell to prevent Drusilla, or anyone else, from taking his soul away again through magic. But she had to touch him to make it work.
***
“Take me back?” Angelus laughed. “Like I’d want you.”
“You always wanted me.” He leaned down and kissed Angelus before slamming his head down yet again.
Angelus pushed Spike off of him and jumped to his feet. “You were just a toy, a plaything, nothing more.”
“And yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.”
Angelus was stunned briefly by the truth of Spike’s words.
***
Willow held the glowing orb in her hands, she continued to chant as she sat the orb beside the bed and walked to the front room. She now held the glow from the orb in her bare hands. She rounded the corner from the hallway to find Angelus and Spike in a face-off.
“And yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.” Spike said.
Angelus stood staring at him. “No,” he whispered. He pushed Spike roughly against the wall and held him there with his own body. He kissed him as he reached into his pocket for the stake he’d brought with him. “No. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
He raised the stake toward Spike’s heart as he felt two hands press on his back and became aware of a heartbeat and words being whispered behind him. Willow pressed her glowing hands to Angelus’s back and the light flowed from her into his body. His back arched and he screamed as his soul came rushing back inside him. Spike caught him as his body sagged to the floor.
“Thanks, Red,” he whispered as he fell to the floor with Angel.
Willow nodded and returned to the bedroom, giving them some privacy. When she returned, though, she was faced with Drusilla. “Spike?” she yelled.
“Yeah, Red?”
“What should I do with Drusilla?”
“Bloody hell,” he mumbled. “Angel? Angel, love, look at me.”
“Spike,” he whispered.
“We’ve got to do something about Dru.”
“Let her go.”
Spike lay Angel on the floor then walked into the bedroom. “Angel says to let her go. Think you can send her somewhere? Back to Brazil, maybe?”
“Sure,” Willow replied with a sad smile. “Brazil it is.” She turned back to Dru and whispered something Spike couldn't quite understand and the Dru disappeared. “Go take care of Angel. He'll need some rest after all the magic I pushed through him. He should be fine by tomorrow though. Call me if you need anything.”
Willow gave Spike a quick hug and then left as Spike returned to the living room. He lifted Angel from the floor and carried him to their bed. He lay Angel on the bed, curled up beside him, and drifted off to sleep wondering what would bring out Angelus next time. As undeniable as Willow's power was, there would undoubtedly be a next time.
The End