Shattered Shards 12/18
Title: Shattered Shards 12/?
Pairings: Spangelus, though Xander is still on the bed watching.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall
Warnings: non-con, slavery, oral, rape, blood, biting, okay, it’s vampires boinking, please tell me I can leave it at that?
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Angelus does what he’s wanted to for quite some time…
Word Count: 1268 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, A_darker_angel, darker_spike and My IJ
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Previously:
The tear drenched words were oh so sweet to Angelus’s ears, and he indulged himself. “Cum for me boy,” he growled out, an instant before he shifted his face, and buried his fangs in the tender flesh of the boys throat, filling him with his cool dead spunk while the boy shot over his own belly and chest. The spurt of coppery blood filling his mouth was hot and so delightfully laced with endorphins and fear and longing and desire that he swallowed the first mouthful and drew out another and another until he knew he was dangerously close to the humans limits, and stopped, laving the wound closed with his tepid tongue.
Angelus pulled out of Xander and got off the bed, stretching languidly before Spike, showing off the blood coating his body, the sculpted muscles and smooth skin. He looked down at Xander sprawled out on the bed, gasping for air, staring glassily ahead at nothing. He was worn out from the best fuck he’d ever had, and drained almost to the point of death. He looked so debauched, so well used and so utterly the property of a Master Vampire. Perfect.
And now:
“Clean me,” he commanded, towering above Spike. His voice was calm, cool and collected, and obviously had no thought towards being disobeyed; which was good, because he wasn’t.
Spike crawled closer to his Sire, his leash rattling as he moved to kneel before him. He heard Angelus bark to Xander to watch, saw the boy roll his head on the pillow listlessly, life barely returning to his glassy doe eyes as he watched.
He started cleaning his Sire from his knees upwards first, agile tongue gliding over cool blood drenched skin, lapping up the sweet blood. He laved around the base of Angelus’s cock and balls then left them alone to clean the stretch of bloody skin above. Finally, when everything else was clean, and not a trace of Xander’s blood was left anywhere on his Sire but his cock and balls. Angelus watched him with cold eyes as he licked and slurped and sucked his heavy balls clean, reverently worshipping his Sire on his knees before him.
The taste of Xander’s blood filled his mouth, his nose. He remembered the potent offering the whelp had given him when he was first “rescued”. This was so similar yet totally different. He missed blood with the tang of fear in it, with the aroma of lust, and he was rather surprised Angelus was allowing him this taste. He finally reached the prize of this exercise, and gazed with sick longing at the flaccid member hanging in its nest of dark brown curls.
It dripped a drop of blood off the tip, but before it could hit the carpet Spike caught it in his mouth, vampiric speed saving him from the punishment that he was sure would be dealt if his hesitation had stained the carpet. He kept his mouth open, tongue extended, as he raised himself up, licking and sucking the sides of the slowly hardening cock, licking up and down the length like a perverted Popsicle, until he finally just swallowed it down.
Angelus let out a pent up groan when he was finally taken into Spike’s mouth. He felt himself inflate to full hardness inside the well trained mouth. The vamp was showing very active enthusiasm, that’s for sure. He was so his.
With an abruptness that exposed his hunger, he threw Spike onto his elbows and knees, and felt a delightful thrill when he saw his slave lower his head, lift his arse, and arch his back wantonly. So obedient, so accepting… it was everything he’d forever wanted from his childe. He’d have to find some way to thank the witch for her role in his pet’s change of attitude.
“You are mine Spike. Now, tomorrow, until the day you die, you’re mine… Actually, after you die you’re still mine, I won’t let you go.”
Spike felt oddly comforted. He may not have a family, respect or freedom, but he had a place, a home, a reason. It was enough. It was more then he’d had before. He was better off now, really he was. He kept running those thoughts through his head, faster and faster, till they started to slur together and take on the tone of a delusional truth. This is so much better than my life was before, and he felt better, calmer. Everything was okay, everything was good. Everything was also humiliating and painful and devastating to his mind, body and soul, but that was okay… because this was so much better.
Angelus knelt behind the smaller vampire, between his spread knees. He placed his large hand in the small of Spike’s back; the other aimed his cock at Spike’s tightly puckered hole.
Angelus ground out a single word, more growl then English, “Mine!!” before plunging forward, pushing with his preternatural strength, not letting the resistance of dry flesh against dry flesh delay his personal pleasure.
For the second time this night, he tore into one of his slaves, felt blood oozing out to coat his cock, balls and thighs. The only difference was this time the blood was cool when before it had been warm. He heard Spike scream in pain, and burst into body wracking sobs, he couldn’t help but smile.
“Yours Sire…” Spike gasped out, wanting to please, wanting not to be sent away. Oh god please, don’t send me away.
Angelus growled, thrusting painfully inside Spike, paying careful attention to not stroking his prostate, so he was rather surprised when Spike whined, and begged for more.
“Please Sire, I’m yours, I’m yours. Please…”
“So you accept my claim, do you then?” He kept up his punishing pace, watching Xander’s face now and again for any indication he might be coming out of his drained stupor.
“Sire, I beg for your claim, please…” He was almost whining now, begging, pleading, he didn’t care how far he debased himself, just as long as he didn’t have to go away again, to go through this horrid rollercoaster of hope to despair to hope to despair again. He couldn’t take any more of it. It was so much better, so much easier to just give in, give up.
Never before had he heard a Master vampire plead to be claimed, to be marked and declared property before the eyes of the whole demon community. Never before had he seen one that had been so high brought so low. He couldn’t control himself anymore, and murmured the incantation of binding, words tripping off his tongue in a language so old time had forgotten it. It existed only in this spell; everything else had been lost to the ravages of time.
Spike replied, as he’d been instructed once, sobbing as he gave himself over to be controlled by Angelus, stripping himself bare, and letting Angelus rebuild him as he saw fit. For now until the claim faded, which could take decades and knowing Angelus he’d just renew it again before that happened, he was bound. His instincts and thoughts would be controlled and exploited by Angelus, he would have an insatiable need to be near him, always, tearing himself apart if they were parted too long, perhaps even killing himself. He’d be unable to go against him, to consciously displease him, to lie or deceive. For now till he was released and the claim was but a memory, he would feel an instinctive need to protect, to serve, to save his Sire, because his Sire was his world. Nothing could come between them.
The claiming bite was placed high on his throat as he bent backwards with an arched neck, giving Angelus his submission and acceptance, and as his Sire’s fangs pierced his flesh, he felt Angelus climax deep inside him and echoed it with his own. The binding fell heavily upon him, almost smothering in its weight, before it settled and became easier to bare.
Angelus pulled out, and Spike felt his Sire’s cum and his own blood ooze out of his ravaged hole in rivulets, dribbling to stain the plush carpet. He was trembling, knowing he’d come without permission, but knowing it was necessary for the spell to bind him as tightly as possible… he hoped his Master would be pleased.
Angelus looked at his childe, at his newest human pet and laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. He felt so deliciously darkly delightfully good… and then something changed.
“Wh-what?” Something was happening, he could tell that much. He fell to his knees as pain struck him like lightning, making him double over in agony, suddenly feeling fear as understanding of what was happening dawned much too late.
“Oh shit.”
Previous parts are here.
Pairings: Spangelus, though Xander is still on the bed watching.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall
Warnings: non-con, slavery, oral, rape, blood, biting, okay, it’s vampires boinking, please tell me I can leave it at that?
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Angelus does what he’s wanted to for quite some time…
Word Count: 1268 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, A_darker_angel, darker_spike and My IJ
This Fic Won Awards!
And
A.N. This is the final part of chapter nine. Look for the next part coming soon!
Comments make me smile, and keep the muse going!
Non work-safe banner beneath the cut
Banner by: Tamakin84
Previously:
The tear drenched words were oh so sweet to Angelus’s ears, and he indulged himself. “Cum for me boy,” he growled out, an instant before he shifted his face, and buried his fangs in the tender flesh of the boys throat, filling him with his cool dead spunk while the boy shot over his own belly and chest. The spurt of coppery blood filling his mouth was hot and so delightfully laced with endorphins and fear and longing and desire that he swallowed the first mouthful and drew out another and another until he knew he was dangerously close to the humans limits, and stopped, laving the wound closed with his tepid tongue.
Angelus pulled out of Xander and got off the bed, stretching languidly before Spike, showing off the blood coating his body, the sculpted muscles and smooth skin. He looked down at Xander sprawled out on the bed, gasping for air, staring glassily ahead at nothing. He was worn out from the best fuck he’d ever had, and drained almost to the point of death. He looked so debauched, so well used and so utterly the property of a Master Vampire. Perfect.
And now:
“Clean me,” he commanded, towering above Spike. His voice was calm, cool and collected, and obviously had no thought towards being disobeyed; which was good, because he wasn’t.
Spike crawled closer to his Sire, his leash rattling as he moved to kneel before him. He heard Angelus bark to Xander to watch, saw the boy roll his head on the pillow listlessly, life barely returning to his glassy doe eyes as he watched.
He started cleaning his Sire from his knees upwards first, agile tongue gliding over cool blood drenched skin, lapping up the sweet blood. He laved around the base of Angelus’s cock and balls then left them alone to clean the stretch of bloody skin above. Finally, when everything else was clean, and not a trace of Xander’s blood was left anywhere on his Sire but his cock and balls. Angelus watched him with cold eyes as he licked and slurped and sucked his heavy balls clean, reverently worshipping his Sire on his knees before him.
The taste of Xander’s blood filled his mouth, his nose. He remembered the potent offering the whelp had given him when he was first “rescued”. This was so similar yet totally different. He missed blood with the tang of fear in it, with the aroma of lust, and he was rather surprised Angelus was allowing him this taste. He finally reached the prize of this exercise, and gazed with sick longing at the flaccid member hanging in its nest of dark brown curls.
It dripped a drop of blood off the tip, but before it could hit the carpet Spike caught it in his mouth, vampiric speed saving him from the punishment that he was sure would be dealt if his hesitation had stained the carpet. He kept his mouth open, tongue extended, as he raised himself up, licking and sucking the sides of the slowly hardening cock, licking up and down the length like a perverted Popsicle, until he finally just swallowed it down.
Angelus let out a pent up groan when he was finally taken into Spike’s mouth. He felt himself inflate to full hardness inside the well trained mouth. The vamp was showing very active enthusiasm, that’s for sure. He was so his.
With an abruptness that exposed his hunger, he threw Spike onto his elbows and knees, and felt a delightful thrill when he saw his slave lower his head, lift his arse, and arch his back wantonly. So obedient, so accepting… it was everything he’d forever wanted from his childe. He’d have to find some way to thank the witch for her role in his pet’s change of attitude.
“You are mine Spike. Now, tomorrow, until the day you die, you’re mine… Actually, after you die you’re still mine, I won’t let you go.”
Spike felt oddly comforted. He may not have a family, respect or freedom, but he had a place, a home, a reason. It was enough. It was more then he’d had before. He was better off now, really he was. He kept running those thoughts through his head, faster and faster, till they started to slur together and take on the tone of a delusional truth. This is so much better than my life was before, and he felt better, calmer. Everything was okay, everything was good. Everything was also humiliating and painful and devastating to his mind, body and soul, but that was okay… because this was so much better.
Angelus knelt behind the smaller vampire, between his spread knees. He placed his large hand in the small of Spike’s back; the other aimed his cock at Spike’s tightly puckered hole.
Angelus ground out a single word, more growl then English, “Mine!!” before plunging forward, pushing with his preternatural strength, not letting the resistance of dry flesh against dry flesh delay his personal pleasure.
For the second time this night, he tore into one of his slaves, felt blood oozing out to coat his cock, balls and thighs. The only difference was this time the blood was cool when before it had been warm. He heard Spike scream in pain, and burst into body wracking sobs, he couldn’t help but smile.
“Yours Sire…” Spike gasped out, wanting to please, wanting not to be sent away. Oh god please, don’t send me away.
Angelus growled, thrusting painfully inside Spike, paying careful attention to not stroking his prostate, so he was rather surprised when Spike whined, and begged for more.
“Please Sire, I’m yours, I’m yours. Please…”
“So you accept my claim, do you then?” He kept up his punishing pace, watching Xander’s face now and again for any indication he might be coming out of his drained stupor.
“Sire, I beg for your claim, please…” He was almost whining now, begging, pleading, he didn’t care how far he debased himself, just as long as he didn’t have to go away again, to go through this horrid rollercoaster of hope to despair to hope to despair again. He couldn’t take any more of it. It was so much better, so much easier to just give in, give up.
Never before had he heard a Master vampire plead to be claimed, to be marked and declared property before the eyes of the whole demon community. Never before had he seen one that had been so high brought so low. He couldn’t control himself anymore, and murmured the incantation of binding, words tripping off his tongue in a language so old time had forgotten it. It existed only in this spell; everything else had been lost to the ravages of time.
Spike replied, as he’d been instructed once, sobbing as he gave himself over to be controlled by Angelus, stripping himself bare, and letting Angelus rebuild him as he saw fit. For now until the claim faded, which could take decades and knowing Angelus he’d just renew it again before that happened, he was bound. His instincts and thoughts would be controlled and exploited by Angelus, he would have an insatiable need to be near him, always, tearing himself apart if they were parted too long, perhaps even killing himself. He’d be unable to go against him, to consciously displease him, to lie or deceive. For now till he was released and the claim was but a memory, he would feel an instinctive need to protect, to serve, to save his Sire, because his Sire was his world. Nothing could come between them.
The claiming bite was placed high on his throat as he bent backwards with an arched neck, giving Angelus his submission and acceptance, and as his Sire’s fangs pierced his flesh, he felt Angelus climax deep inside him and echoed it with his own. The binding fell heavily upon him, almost smothering in its weight, before it settled and became easier to bare.
Angelus pulled out, and Spike felt his Sire’s cum and his own blood ooze out of his ravaged hole in rivulets, dribbling to stain the plush carpet. He was trembling, knowing he’d come without permission, but knowing it was necessary for the spell to bind him as tightly as possible… he hoped his Master would be pleased.
Angelus looked at his childe, at his newest human pet and laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. He felt so deliciously darkly delightfully good… and then something changed.
“Wh-what?” Something was happening, he could tell that much. He fell to his knees as pain struck him like lightning, making him double over in agony, suddenly feeling fear as understanding of what was happening dawned much too late.
“Oh shit.”
Previous parts are here.