Fic: Slip a Sable Under the Tree, Spike/Angelus, 1/1, Nc-17
Title: Slip a Sable Under the Tree
Pairing: Spike/Angelus
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Through Season Two of BtVS
Warnings: Bloodplay, torture.
Word Count: 1,800
Author's Note: Ok, so I'm screwing with the timeline and making it so that the whole "Angel lost his soul and is the nasty evil Angelus" happens over Christmas. Let's just pretend that's the case, shall we? *g*
Slip a Sable Under the Tree
Spike rolled his wheelchair around the tree one last time, making sure everything was just right. He wanted his surprise to be perfect - the ultimate Christmas present.
The tree had been easy enough. He'd sent a few of Angelus' minions out to find a fifteen foot noble fir with at least a three foot clearing beneath. He didn't want the branches obscuring the view of his gift, or worse, damaging it in any way.
Decorations had come by way of the little shop girl in the Martha Stewart boutique he'd found downtown. Spike had been more than a little surprised to discover that ole Martha has hiring humans considering she was Craftah demon herself. All the better for Spike, although the girl was a little obsessive compulsive over the use of holly and mistletoe - strange what remains after being turned. Still, the tree was a thing of beauty - enough to give his dark princess a turn of the head.
Hearing a noise behind him, Spike straightened in his chair before turning to greet his girl - only to come face to face with his Sire.
"Oh, it's only you," the blond vampire grumbled as he turned away and to wheel to the other side of the room.
"Aw, what's the matter, Spikey," Angelus teased. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"As a matter of fact…" he started before he was cut short by the taller vampire stopping him in place. Angelus' strong hands painfully pressed his flesh against the arms of the wheelchair as the older vampire leaned in closer.
"Well, it looks like you're going to have to play nice with me now," Angelus taunted, his smirk cold and wicked.
"Why?" Spike asked, the pain helping to dampen his panic. "Where's Dru?"
"Dru's off in one of her trances again. Looks like she might be out for days. I practically had to drag her in from the garden. Daft girl would stay out there until the sun rose if I let her."
"But you wouldn't do that, now would you, Luv?" Spike didn't even bother trying to keep the sarcasm from his voice.
Angelus cocked his head, his smirk seeming to pull his head over even further around as his gaze seemed to pierce Spike clean through.
"Of course not, Spike," the elder vampire practically purred. "It wouldn't be in the Spirit of Christmas now, would it?"
Spike snorted his contempt as he tried to wheel past the larger vampire. He froze as a strong hand fell upon his shoulder, squeezing tight.
"Come now, Spikey," Angelus whispered into the younger vampire's ear. "You want to show me a little Christmas Spirit, don't you?"
Spike didn't want to show Angelus anything except maybe the wanker's own innards. Suddenly, a thought came to him. Spike may not have been good at planning but he was a master at improvising. He smiled as he looked up and over his shoulder at the vampire holding him tight.
"Of course, Sire," he purred in his most subdued voice possible. "I have something special for you under the tree."
Angelus' chuckle was dark and harsh. "Right. I'm supposed to believe that you brought me a little present. Is it poisoned or barbed?"
"Neither," Spike replied. "I'd thought to give it to Dru but since my princess is out of commission for the time being who better to give it to than you? It wouldn't be any good by the time she comes out of it. Besides, I have a feeling that you'd appreciate it more than her anyway."
"Really?" Angelus asked. "Let's take a little peek, shall we?"
The dark haired vampire turned toward the tree, pulling Spike with him as he went. Slowly, he knelt to peer at the package hiding beneath the evergreen branches. The present slowly shifted, groaning and fighting against the bonds holding it tight.
Angelus lightly gasped before letting out a hearty laugh.
"It's perfect, Spike," he nearly shouted, obviously excited. "And it's just my size. Where did you find it?"
Spike smiled wide, pleased that things were going so well. "Found it sleeping outside one night, all on its lonesome. Not very smart but I knew as soon as I saw it I had to have it."
"Too right," Angelus growled as his fingertips slid over the leather bonds pulled tight and the metal gag stuffed within lips stretched taut around it. "But what to do, Spikey? What to do? You got me such a nice present and I don't have a thing for you?"
"Could share, you know," Spike suggested, although he knew that would be out of the question. Angelus only shared when he had to, the selfish bastard.
"Share my special prezzie? I don't know, Spike. Maybe I can share something else with you."
Spike froze. This could not be good.
"Like what, Mate?"
Before he could even register the movement, Angelus lips were brushing his ear. "I don't know - how about a little blood. Sire's blood. Maybe I've been a little stingy not helping you out, Spike. You always were so much more fun when you were mobile, you know."
Spike held his breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "What do you want?"
"Ah, Spikey," Angelus complained. "You doubt my good intentions?"
Spike's laugh was rough and deep. "If you'd even had a good intention, I'd doubt it, Pet."
"That's my boy," the taller vampire crowed as he slapped Spike's shoulder hard enough to practically throw him from the chair. Angelus' quick reflexes kept him from falling onto the floor in a heap. "I was thinking of a little fluid exchange before our little fluid exchange."
Spike smirked. Typical. He hardly had time to wonder what type of exchange they were talking about before he heard the sound of the other man's zip being lowered. He instantly recognized the sound of fist on flesh and nearly groaned as he felt his own cock responding.
A strong, cool hand reached around his body to pet the bulge developing in his jeans.
"Things still working down here, Spikey?" Angelus whispered, his breath brushing against Spike's cheek. "Seems like things are right as rain down here."
The blond vampire wanted to thrust up against the hand pressing into him but his body refused to cooperate. Frustrated, he groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
"It's okay, Spike," the taller vampire soothed. "Let Sire take care of you."
Spike wanted to refuse, wanted to push him away, wanted so many things that just weren't going to happen, so he leaned back and let Angelus do what he wanted. It was always better that way.
Gentle hands striped him of his jeans before he was lightly lifted from his chair only to be placed back down just as gently in his Sire's lap. The rub of skin against his own was a shock, especially since he didn't even notice Angelus had undressed. The press of hard flesh against his buttocks made him squirm with anticipation.
This could go one of two ways with Angelus - good for Angelus or good for Angelus and good for you. Spike just hoped he'd not end up more damaged than before.
Slick fingers found their way down between his cheeks and Spike gasped as they circled his entrance. He briefly wondered where Angelus had come up with the slick until he smelled the heady aroma of blood filling the air. He groaned as two fingers pressed inside, stretching him wide.
A small thump and a flail and the two vampires turned to look at the present protesting under the tree.
"Oh no, Spike. We've been neglecting our present under the tree. We wouldn't want it miss out on all the fun."
The chair moved and shifted so that the trussed up human under the tree could see everything. A little more blood, a little more stretching and then Spike felt a large, hard length pressing against him. Slowly, he sank down onto the waiting cock. The feeling was so foreign; he actually turned his head to look over this shoulder at the vampire behind him. Angelus just smirked before thrusting up harshly, pressing all the way home.
Strong fingers gripped his hips, forcing him to move on the cock inside him. Spike gripped the arms of the wheelchair to help the slide inside him, moving with every thrust and every roll of his Sire's hips.
Soon, Angelus was cursing in Gaelic, which was always a good sign. The elder vampire reached around and quickly began striping Spike's cock with sure, strong strokes. Shocked, Spike whimpered and threw his head back, exposing his neck for his Sire.
Angelus struck just as Spike's orgasm hit, sending him further over the edge until he was trembling with the strength of it. Suddenly, there was that scent again and he realized that Angelus was offering his wrist, blood already dripping from a gash bitten there. He latched on and drank deep, practically vibrating at the taste of power and strength.
Much too soon, the wrist was being pulled away from his mouth and he gently licked it until it closed over, the seams of skin slowly knitting back together.
Finally, he was able to speak and rasped out, "Thank you, Sire."
"You're welcome, my boy," Angelus answered softly.
Spike was gently lifted and placed back in the wheelchair before Angelus stalked toward the tree, still gloriously naked and streaked with blood. He crouched down to look at the boy trembling beneath the branches.
"Look here, Spikey," the taller vampire called. "Looks like your little prezzie liked what he saw. This might be the best present ever."
"Just how you like your humans, right Pet?" Spike said as he rolled closer to settle next to Angelus. "Deep brown eyes just begging to be hurt and dark hair - practically sable, his is. Reminded me of the song."
"What song?"
"You know - Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me." Spike sang as Angelus laughed heartily. "Saw him and it just came to mind. Dru always was a fan of that bird Kitt that sang it. I just couldn't pass him up."
"Thank you, Spike," Angelus whispered, his voice shining with sincerity before his face turned up in a smirk. "I'll make you a deal. If there's anything left over, maybe I'll share my prezzie with you, would you like that?"
Spike's smirk matched Angelus' own.
"I don't know, why don't we ask him?"
They both turned to look at the present, the boy's eyes so wide and dark they looked nearly black.
"What do you say, Xander?" Angelus purred. "Do you think I should share?"
The only answer was a breathy whimper promptly followed by two wicked chuckles.
~~~The End~~~
Pairing: Spike/Angelus
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Through Season Two of BtVS
Warnings: Bloodplay, torture.
Word Count: 1,800
Author's Note: Ok, so I'm screwing with the timeline and making it so that the whole "Angel lost his soul and is the nasty evil Angelus" happens over Christmas. Let's just pretend that's the case, shall we? *g*
Slip a Sable Under the Tree
Spike rolled his wheelchair around the tree one last time, making sure everything was just right. He wanted his surprise to be perfect - the ultimate Christmas present.
The tree had been easy enough. He'd sent a few of Angelus' minions out to find a fifteen foot noble fir with at least a three foot clearing beneath. He didn't want the branches obscuring the view of his gift, or worse, damaging it in any way.
Decorations had come by way of the little shop girl in the Martha Stewart boutique he'd found downtown. Spike had been more than a little surprised to discover that ole Martha has hiring humans considering she was Craftah demon herself. All the better for Spike, although the girl was a little obsessive compulsive over the use of holly and mistletoe - strange what remains after being turned. Still, the tree was a thing of beauty - enough to give his dark princess a turn of the head.
Hearing a noise behind him, Spike straightened in his chair before turning to greet his girl - only to come face to face with his Sire.
"Oh, it's only you," the blond vampire grumbled as he turned away and to wheel to the other side of the room.
"Aw, what's the matter, Spikey," Angelus teased. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"As a matter of fact…" he started before he was cut short by the taller vampire stopping him in place. Angelus' strong hands painfully pressed his flesh against the arms of the wheelchair as the older vampire leaned in closer.
"Well, it looks like you're going to have to play nice with me now," Angelus taunted, his smirk cold and wicked.
"Why?" Spike asked, the pain helping to dampen his panic. "Where's Dru?"
"Dru's off in one of her trances again. Looks like she might be out for days. I practically had to drag her in from the garden. Daft girl would stay out there until the sun rose if I let her."
"But you wouldn't do that, now would you, Luv?" Spike didn't even bother trying to keep the sarcasm from his voice.
Angelus cocked his head, his smirk seeming to pull his head over even further around as his gaze seemed to pierce Spike clean through.
"Of course not, Spike," the elder vampire practically purred. "It wouldn't be in the Spirit of Christmas now, would it?"
Spike snorted his contempt as he tried to wheel past the larger vampire. He froze as a strong hand fell upon his shoulder, squeezing tight.
"Come now, Spikey," Angelus whispered into the younger vampire's ear. "You want to show me a little Christmas Spirit, don't you?"
Spike didn't want to show Angelus anything except maybe the wanker's own innards. Suddenly, a thought came to him. Spike may not have been good at planning but he was a master at improvising. He smiled as he looked up and over his shoulder at the vampire holding him tight.
"Of course, Sire," he purred in his most subdued voice possible. "I have something special for you under the tree."
Angelus' chuckle was dark and harsh. "Right. I'm supposed to believe that you brought me a little present. Is it poisoned or barbed?"
"Neither," Spike replied. "I'd thought to give it to Dru but since my princess is out of commission for the time being who better to give it to than you? It wouldn't be any good by the time she comes out of it. Besides, I have a feeling that you'd appreciate it more than her anyway."
"Really?" Angelus asked. "Let's take a little peek, shall we?"
The dark haired vampire turned toward the tree, pulling Spike with him as he went. Slowly, he knelt to peer at the package hiding beneath the evergreen branches. The present slowly shifted, groaning and fighting against the bonds holding it tight.
Angelus lightly gasped before letting out a hearty laugh.
"It's perfect, Spike," he nearly shouted, obviously excited. "And it's just my size. Where did you find it?"
Spike smiled wide, pleased that things were going so well. "Found it sleeping outside one night, all on its lonesome. Not very smart but I knew as soon as I saw it I had to have it."
"Too right," Angelus growled as his fingertips slid over the leather bonds pulled tight and the metal gag stuffed within lips stretched taut around it. "But what to do, Spikey? What to do? You got me such a nice present and I don't have a thing for you?"
"Could share, you know," Spike suggested, although he knew that would be out of the question. Angelus only shared when he had to, the selfish bastard.
"Share my special prezzie? I don't know, Spike. Maybe I can share something else with you."
Spike froze. This could not be good.
"Like what, Mate?"
Before he could even register the movement, Angelus lips were brushing his ear. "I don't know - how about a little blood. Sire's blood. Maybe I've been a little stingy not helping you out, Spike. You always were so much more fun when you were mobile, you know."
Spike held his breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "What do you want?"
"Ah, Spikey," Angelus complained. "You doubt my good intentions?"
Spike's laugh was rough and deep. "If you'd even had a good intention, I'd doubt it, Pet."
"That's my boy," the taller vampire crowed as he slapped Spike's shoulder hard enough to practically throw him from the chair. Angelus' quick reflexes kept him from falling onto the floor in a heap. "I was thinking of a little fluid exchange before our little fluid exchange."
Spike smirked. Typical. He hardly had time to wonder what type of exchange they were talking about before he heard the sound of the other man's zip being lowered. He instantly recognized the sound of fist on flesh and nearly groaned as he felt his own cock responding.
A strong, cool hand reached around his body to pet the bulge developing in his jeans.
"Things still working down here, Spikey?" Angelus whispered, his breath brushing against Spike's cheek. "Seems like things are right as rain down here."
The blond vampire wanted to thrust up against the hand pressing into him but his body refused to cooperate. Frustrated, he groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
"It's okay, Spike," the taller vampire soothed. "Let Sire take care of you."
Spike wanted to refuse, wanted to push him away, wanted so many things that just weren't going to happen, so he leaned back and let Angelus do what he wanted. It was always better that way.
Gentle hands striped him of his jeans before he was lightly lifted from his chair only to be placed back down just as gently in his Sire's lap. The rub of skin against his own was a shock, especially since he didn't even notice Angelus had undressed. The press of hard flesh against his buttocks made him squirm with anticipation.
This could go one of two ways with Angelus - good for Angelus or good for Angelus and good for you. Spike just hoped he'd not end up more damaged than before.
Slick fingers found their way down between his cheeks and Spike gasped as they circled his entrance. He briefly wondered where Angelus had come up with the slick until he smelled the heady aroma of blood filling the air. He groaned as two fingers pressed inside, stretching him wide.
A small thump and a flail and the two vampires turned to look at the present protesting under the tree.
"Oh no, Spike. We've been neglecting our present under the tree. We wouldn't want it miss out on all the fun."
The chair moved and shifted so that the trussed up human under the tree could see everything. A little more blood, a little more stretching and then Spike felt a large, hard length pressing against him. Slowly, he sank down onto the waiting cock. The feeling was so foreign; he actually turned his head to look over this shoulder at the vampire behind him. Angelus just smirked before thrusting up harshly, pressing all the way home.
Strong fingers gripped his hips, forcing him to move on the cock inside him. Spike gripped the arms of the wheelchair to help the slide inside him, moving with every thrust and every roll of his Sire's hips.
Soon, Angelus was cursing in Gaelic, which was always a good sign. The elder vampire reached around and quickly began striping Spike's cock with sure, strong strokes. Shocked, Spike whimpered and threw his head back, exposing his neck for his Sire.
Angelus struck just as Spike's orgasm hit, sending him further over the edge until he was trembling with the strength of it. Suddenly, there was that scent again and he realized that Angelus was offering his wrist, blood already dripping from a gash bitten there. He latched on and drank deep, practically vibrating at the taste of power and strength.
Much too soon, the wrist was being pulled away from his mouth and he gently licked it until it closed over, the seams of skin slowly knitting back together.
Finally, he was able to speak and rasped out, "Thank you, Sire."
"You're welcome, my boy," Angelus answered softly.
Spike was gently lifted and placed back in the wheelchair before Angelus stalked toward the tree, still gloriously naked and streaked with blood. He crouched down to look at the boy trembling beneath the branches.
"Look here, Spikey," the taller vampire called. "Looks like your little prezzie liked what he saw. This might be the best present ever."
"Just how you like your humans, right Pet?" Spike said as he rolled closer to settle next to Angelus. "Deep brown eyes just begging to be hurt and dark hair - practically sable, his is. Reminded me of the song."
"What song?"
"You know - Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me." Spike sang as Angelus laughed heartily. "Saw him and it just came to mind. Dru always was a fan of that bird Kitt that sang it. I just couldn't pass him up."
"Thank you, Spike," Angelus whispered, his voice shining with sincerity before his face turned up in a smirk. "I'll make you a deal. If there's anything left over, maybe I'll share my prezzie with you, would you like that?"
Spike's smirk matched Angelus' own.
"I don't know, why don't we ask him?"
They both turned to look at the present, the boy's eyes so wide and dark they looked nearly black.
"What do you say, Xander?" Angelus purred. "Do you think I should share?"
The only answer was a breathy whimper promptly followed by two wicked chuckles.
~~~The End~~~