Introducing my new fic...
Ok, got this idea after talking to evilmaniclaugh when she started her latest fic. We kinda got talking about Angel pimping Spike...
TITLE: Seen, Not Heard
AUTHOR: HellsBells
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: A/S
DISCLAIMER: Bugger it, they *are* mine! *cackles with glee*
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Angel takes Spike away from Sunnydale after the chip is implanted.
A/N: Not too hot on timelines here but all you need to know is Angel, Wes and Cordelia are working at the Hyperion.
WARNINGS: See the name of the journal? Yeah, so it's in the right place. Rape, abuse and general nastiness.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this again.” Said Angel, staring straight ahead as he drove back to LA.
“Doing what?” came the muffled reply.
“Running around after one of my stupid childer.”
“Didn’t ask you to help me.” Spike said, lifting his head to glance at his sire.
“It’s called obligation, something you’d know about if you had any responsibilities.”
“Guilt more like. You made me and now you have to look after me thanks to stupid bloody humans.”
Spike rubbed at his head, wishing he could rub the chip away.
“I’m not going to look after you Spike. I’ll get you set up and leave you to it.”
“Set up where?”
“I know some people, I’ll find you a place and pay the rent. Then you’re on your own.”
“I thought you had some fancy hotel?”
“I do.”
“Hotel - lots of rooms. Surely there’s one for me.”
Angel glared at Spike.
“You’re not living there.”
“I’d stay out of your way.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you near me Spike. You’re nothing to me. You’re nothing to anyone.”
If Angel felt any guilt once the words had left his mouth, he didn’t let it show. Not even when Spike rested his head against the window and bit his lip to hold back tears.
“I used to be something to you Angel.”
Angel shook his head.
“You can shut up now.”
“Sire?”
Angel’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, Spike thought it would break.
“Don’t fool yourself into thinking I owe you anything just because I made a mistake once.”
That hurt Spike.
He turned to Angel.
“I’m a mistake now?!” he spat angrily.
“Always were.”
“You seemed to cope damn well with it! I remember being pretty useful for you over the years.”
“You were a substitute when the women weren’t about. You make a good woman Spike. Don’t forget your place.”
“You were my daddy!” Spike yelled.
He punched Angel in the side of the head.
The car swerved.
The car stopped.
Spike flinched as Angel got out of the car and walked round to the passenger side.
He cowered into the car when the door was wrenched open. A hand grabbed his neck and pulled him out of the car then swung him against it.
His face hit the car, his lip splitting.
“I am not your daddy!”
Angel held Spike against the car, his hands around his neck and his body leaning on him to hold him down.
“You were once! And I loved my daddy!”
“Shut up!” Angel bellowed, unwilling to hear the desperate words of his childe.
“I want my daddy back!” Spike sobbed, unresisting under Angel’s hands.
“You don’t have a daddy!”
Angel blinked and looked down. He saw the way Spike was sprawled against the car, hands to the sides, his head bowed.
It was the way Spike had presented himself so many times before.
“Daddy?” Spike whimpered when he felt Angel’s cock hardening against him.
“Not your daddy.” Angel grunted.
Angel’s hands crept round to Spike’s belt.
“How could anyone love you enough to be your daddy?”
Spike’s belt was undone then his button fly.
Spike panicked. In a moment of weakness, he’d allowed himself to get into this situation and now he wanted to get out.
“Angel?” he said in a firm voice.
“Quiet.”
Angel pulled at Spike’s jeans.
As Angel stood back slightly, Spike tried to get away.
His head hit the car, smashing his nose.
“Stop Angel!” he pleaded.
“I said, quiet.” Angel growled into his ear. “You pissed me off and now you need to show how sorry you are.”
He undid himself, letting his hard cock slap against Spike’s arse.
“I want my daddy!” Spike cried, trying to push Angel away.
“Daddy’s not here you fucking cry baby.”
Spike screamed when his hole was ripped brutally.
Angel grunted, Spike’s blood and screams calling to his demon. He fucked him hard, smashing his head back down on the car when he dared to lift it to beg Angel to stop.
Angel slapped against Spike, his balls tingling as they hit the pale body.
Spike’s tears splashed onto the car, mingling with the blood from his broken face.
He was in agony and there was no sign of Angel stopping.
He shuddered when Angel hit his prostate.
Blood and pain were what he lived for. And Angel.
He had all three right now, why didn’t it feel good?
“Please stop Angel.” He sobbed.
“You mean the little whore isn’t enjoying it?! You always did when daddy treated you like a slut. Aren’t you still my whore boy?”
Angel hit Spike’s prostate again.
Spike’s cock instantly hardened, painfully trapped against the car.
“I’m daddy’s whore, not yours.”
“So what am I then?”
Spike gritted his teeth. It couldn’t get any worse than this.
“You’re a fucking rapist!”
Angel howled as his seed shot deep into Spike.
Spike tried to hold back but the cool flooding triggered off lost memories and he ejaculated against the car.
Angel pulled out as quickly as he’d entered him.
“Get dressed and get back in the car.”
Wiping away his tears, Spike pulled up his jeans. He climbed into the car and stared straight ahead.
Angel pulled out his cell phone and selected a number from the memory.
From inside the car, Spike made no attempt to listen to Angel’s conversation. He didn’t care who Angel was talking to or what it could possibly be about.
Angel finished his call and walked back round to the drivers side. He calmly got in and started the car.
Not a word was uttered for the next half an hour.
“Stay here.” Angel said as he got out of the car.
Spike looked up to see Angel greet a man with a handshake. Angel spoke to him briefly and the man glanced into the car, squinting as he saw Spike’s face covered in blood.
Angel shook his head at the man as he spoke and pulled out his wallet. The man took the money that Angel held out and passed over some keys.
He waited until the man walked away then opened Spike’s door.
“Out.”
Spike got out, keeping his eyes away from Angel.
“Follow me.”
Spike walked after Angel towards a set of stairs leading downwards from the side of a house.
“Perfect.” Said Angel as he opened the door at the bottom of the stairs. “Quiet and no windows.”
He gestured for Spike to enter, followed him in and closed the door.
“This,” he said, “is your new home. Paid for by me, so you’ll do exactly what you’re told to. Understand me?”
Spike looked at the floor.
“Yes.” He replied quietly.
“It’s small but it’s clean. And I dare say, a lot better than what you’re used to. Now, look at me. Spike - don’t disobey me.”
Angel had reached out to pull Spike’s head up but Spike had tried to move away.
He grabbed a handful of the blond hair and inspected his childe’s face.
“You’re a mess. Get cleaned up - bathroom’s this way I think.”
He pushed Spike towards a door.
“I don’t have any other clothes.” Mumbled Spike as he looked down at his bloodied t-shirt.
“You don’t need any. I’ll take these ones and get them cleaned. I’ll bring them back tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” questioned Spike as he was pushed towards the shower. “What am I going to wear until then?”
“Nothing. You won’t be going anywhere, so you won’t need clothes. Take them off.”
“Angel, you can’t leave me with nothing!”
“I can do exactly as I please with you. Now, take off your clothes.”
Spike didn’t move.
The punch to his face knocked Spike backwards against the wall.
“I suggest you do as I say, unless you want me to punish you the same way I did on the way here.”
“Touch me again…”
“And you’ll what? Cry until I feel sorry for you? Which will be never.” Angel sneered.
Spike pulled his duster off as Angel smirked at him. It was taken from him, as were his t-shirt, jeans and boots.
He stood naked and under inspection.
“Good, now get in the shower. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”
Angel turned and left.
Spike miserably stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It wasn’t that hot, but it was warmer than cold, so it would do. He picked up the travel sized bottles of shampoo and shower gel that had been provided by the owner and tipped the entire contents of both over himself then began to scrub in an attempt to wash away the feeling of Angel’s hands upon him.
TITLE: Seen, Not Heard
AUTHOR: HellsBells
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: A/S
DISCLAIMER: Bugger it, they *are* mine! *cackles with glee*
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Angel takes Spike away from Sunnydale after the chip is implanted.
A/N: Not too hot on timelines here but all you need to know is Angel, Wes and Cordelia are working at the Hyperion.
WARNINGS: See the name of the journal? Yeah, so it's in the right place. Rape, abuse and general nastiness.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this again.” Said Angel, staring straight ahead as he drove back to LA.
“Doing what?” came the muffled reply.
“Running around after one of my stupid childer.”
“Didn’t ask you to help me.” Spike said, lifting his head to glance at his sire.
“It’s called obligation, something you’d know about if you had any responsibilities.”
“Guilt more like. You made me and now you have to look after me thanks to stupid bloody humans.”
Spike rubbed at his head, wishing he could rub the chip away.
“I’m not going to look after you Spike. I’ll get you set up and leave you to it.”
“Set up where?”
“I know some people, I’ll find you a place and pay the rent. Then you’re on your own.”
“I thought you had some fancy hotel?”
“I do.”
“Hotel - lots of rooms. Surely there’s one for me.”
Angel glared at Spike.
“You’re not living there.”
“I’d stay out of your way.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you near me Spike. You’re nothing to me. You’re nothing to anyone.”
If Angel felt any guilt once the words had left his mouth, he didn’t let it show. Not even when Spike rested his head against the window and bit his lip to hold back tears.
“I used to be something to you Angel.”
Angel shook his head.
“You can shut up now.”
“Sire?”
Angel’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, Spike thought it would break.
“Don’t fool yourself into thinking I owe you anything just because I made a mistake once.”
That hurt Spike.
He turned to Angel.
“I’m a mistake now?!” he spat angrily.
“Always were.”
“You seemed to cope damn well with it! I remember being pretty useful for you over the years.”
“You were a substitute when the women weren’t about. You make a good woman Spike. Don’t forget your place.”
“You were my daddy!” Spike yelled.
He punched Angel in the side of the head.
The car swerved.
The car stopped.
Spike flinched as Angel got out of the car and walked round to the passenger side.
He cowered into the car when the door was wrenched open. A hand grabbed his neck and pulled him out of the car then swung him against it.
His face hit the car, his lip splitting.
“I am not your daddy!”
Angel held Spike against the car, his hands around his neck and his body leaning on him to hold him down.
“You were once! And I loved my daddy!”
“Shut up!” Angel bellowed, unwilling to hear the desperate words of his childe.
“I want my daddy back!” Spike sobbed, unresisting under Angel’s hands.
“You don’t have a daddy!”
Angel blinked and looked down. He saw the way Spike was sprawled against the car, hands to the sides, his head bowed.
It was the way Spike had presented himself so many times before.
“Daddy?” Spike whimpered when he felt Angel’s cock hardening against him.
“Not your daddy.” Angel grunted.
Angel’s hands crept round to Spike’s belt.
“How could anyone love you enough to be your daddy?”
Spike’s belt was undone then his button fly.
Spike panicked. In a moment of weakness, he’d allowed himself to get into this situation and now he wanted to get out.
“Angel?” he said in a firm voice.
“Quiet.”
Angel pulled at Spike’s jeans.
As Angel stood back slightly, Spike tried to get away.
His head hit the car, smashing his nose.
“Stop Angel!” he pleaded.
“I said, quiet.” Angel growled into his ear. “You pissed me off and now you need to show how sorry you are.”
He undid himself, letting his hard cock slap against Spike’s arse.
“I want my daddy!” Spike cried, trying to push Angel away.
“Daddy’s not here you fucking cry baby.”
Spike screamed when his hole was ripped brutally.
Angel grunted, Spike’s blood and screams calling to his demon. He fucked him hard, smashing his head back down on the car when he dared to lift it to beg Angel to stop.
Angel slapped against Spike, his balls tingling as they hit the pale body.
Spike’s tears splashed onto the car, mingling with the blood from his broken face.
He was in agony and there was no sign of Angel stopping.
He shuddered when Angel hit his prostate.
Blood and pain were what he lived for. And Angel.
He had all three right now, why didn’t it feel good?
“Please stop Angel.” He sobbed.
“You mean the little whore isn’t enjoying it?! You always did when daddy treated you like a slut. Aren’t you still my whore boy?”
Angel hit Spike’s prostate again.
Spike’s cock instantly hardened, painfully trapped against the car.
“I’m daddy’s whore, not yours.”
“So what am I then?”
Spike gritted his teeth. It couldn’t get any worse than this.
“You’re a fucking rapist!”
Angel howled as his seed shot deep into Spike.
Spike tried to hold back but the cool flooding triggered off lost memories and he ejaculated against the car.
Angel pulled out as quickly as he’d entered him.
“Get dressed and get back in the car.”
Wiping away his tears, Spike pulled up his jeans. He climbed into the car and stared straight ahead.
Angel pulled out his cell phone and selected a number from the memory.
From inside the car, Spike made no attempt to listen to Angel’s conversation. He didn’t care who Angel was talking to or what it could possibly be about.
Angel finished his call and walked back round to the drivers side. He calmly got in and started the car.
Not a word was uttered for the next half an hour.
“Stay here.” Angel said as he got out of the car.
Spike looked up to see Angel greet a man with a handshake. Angel spoke to him briefly and the man glanced into the car, squinting as he saw Spike’s face covered in blood.
Angel shook his head at the man as he spoke and pulled out his wallet. The man took the money that Angel held out and passed over some keys.
He waited until the man walked away then opened Spike’s door.
“Out.”
Spike got out, keeping his eyes away from Angel.
“Follow me.”
Spike walked after Angel towards a set of stairs leading downwards from the side of a house.
“Perfect.” Said Angel as he opened the door at the bottom of the stairs. “Quiet and no windows.”
He gestured for Spike to enter, followed him in and closed the door.
“This,” he said, “is your new home. Paid for by me, so you’ll do exactly what you’re told to. Understand me?”
Spike looked at the floor.
“Yes.” He replied quietly.
“It’s small but it’s clean. And I dare say, a lot better than what you’re used to. Now, look at me. Spike - don’t disobey me.”
Angel had reached out to pull Spike’s head up but Spike had tried to move away.
He grabbed a handful of the blond hair and inspected his childe’s face.
“You’re a mess. Get cleaned up - bathroom’s this way I think.”
He pushed Spike towards a door.
“I don’t have any other clothes.” Mumbled Spike as he looked down at his bloodied t-shirt.
“You don’t need any. I’ll take these ones and get them cleaned. I’ll bring them back tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” questioned Spike as he was pushed towards the shower. “What am I going to wear until then?”
“Nothing. You won’t be going anywhere, so you won’t need clothes. Take them off.”
“Angel, you can’t leave me with nothing!”
“I can do exactly as I please with you. Now, take off your clothes.”
Spike didn’t move.
The punch to his face knocked Spike backwards against the wall.
“I suggest you do as I say, unless you want me to punish you the same way I did on the way here.”
“Touch me again…”
“And you’ll what? Cry until I feel sorry for you? Which will be never.” Angel sneered.
Spike pulled his duster off as Angel smirked at him. It was taken from him, as were his t-shirt, jeans and boots.
He stood naked and under inspection.
“Good, now get in the shower. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”
Angel turned and left.
Spike miserably stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It wasn’t that hot, but it was warmer than cold, so it would do. He picked up the travel sized bottles of shampoo and shower gel that had been provided by the owner and tipped the entire contents of both over himself then began to scrub in an attempt to wash away the feeling of Angel’s hands upon him.