Hostage, part 10
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Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Part 10
Previous:
He pulled back, looking supremely satisfied with himself, and nudged her head down onto his chest.
“Sleep now.”
Dawn was tired and confused, but her body felt so good. Buzzing with goodness. She knew she wouldn’t feel this way in the morning, but right then, she felt content and strangely, safe.
Part 10
Spike could smell the girl on his sire the moment he slipped into the bed where Spike had been exiled, down the hall from the master suite.
He tried to pretend that he wasn’t an enormous wanker for sucking Angelus’ fingers, still fragrant with the taste of her, into his mouth. And moaning.
He’d chosen the girl with a mind to have her, not beg scraps through Angelus.
Angelus didn’t mock him for it, thank Christ, and when Spike was done sucking away the taste of her, he fellated the other man’s fingers a little longer, teasing. He laughed with a gasp when Angelus rolled them, growling, until Spike was pinned beneath heavy muscle, one hand yanking his head back at a sharp angle and the other grabbing his ass, fingers pressing inside without finesse or apology.
He groaned. It burned, in the best possible way. Already half-hard from the taste of Dawn, his cock jumped at the snarl against his throat and the rough jab at his prostate.
His eyes rolled back.
“How is our little pet coming along, then?”
Spike grinned as Angelus nipped his carotid, drawing blood, hips rutting hard against his.
“Slowly.”
Their little nibblet was driving Angelus barmy. The waiting game was far from being a new technique-it was the gentleness that was killing. The sweet consideration that would endear him to the girl, infatuate her (in theory) beyond loyalty to her sis. It didn’t come naturally to the great git, to touch without taking.
‘Course, as Spike had pointed out long ago, it did come naturally to him, and they only needed the girl infatuated with one of them to do the trick, but…it wouldn’t do for His Highness to be anything other than the center of attention.
Instead, Angelus gave the girl what she needed every night, then snuck down the hall to put Spike’s body to hard use. Spike wasn’t bitching about the arrangement.
He moaned as Angelus sank his teeth into his earlobe, drawing blood, and soothed over the abused flesh with a clever tongue. “You know what else tastes like the girl?”
Angelus gave a rather un-subtle twist of his hips that gave Spike pause. “You don’t say.”
It was fell short of its intended flirtation. His gut felt heavy with disappointment…he thought he’d be present when Angelus finally took the girl. He wondered if she had been frightened.
Angelus sure as fuck-all didn’t know how to comfort anyone.
It might have been his imagination, but he thought the big hands clutching his body grew a little less rough.
“It was just the warm-up, William. I didn’t fuck her.”
Muscles he didn’t realize were tense gave, and as Angelus rolled onto his back, Spike heard what wasn’t being said.
I wouldn’t do it without you. Not this one.
I know, Angelus. Thank you.
They didn’t say that, ‘course. Instead, Angelus lay back and looked at him expectantly, and Spike said thanks the best way he knew how-tight lips and an open throat as Angelus drove into his mouth fast and hard. Drilling the mingled taste of the three of them into the back of his throat until he emptied himself, and then pounding Spike’s ass until they both came again.
Tomorrow Spike’s lips would be bruised and his throat would be sore, and sitting down would be optional at best…but when Angelus slipped away so that Dawn would wake up thinking he’d never left-that was when Spike realized he didn’t like this arrangement at all.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sometimes Angelus liked to see just how quickly he could make Dawn beg for him like a whore. She didn’t make it easy-sure, he could have her whimpering and fucking his hand easily enough, but actual begging…that took work.
They were so close.
He brushed his mouth along the soft skin between her thigh and her outer lips, smirking at the pleading twist of her hips, but he evaded. He hadn’t put his mouth on her since she had stopped bleeding…mostly because she stubbornly refused to give him what he demanded.
He didn’t reward disobedience.
Angelus’ fingers lightly traced over her soft, slick skin, sucking at the spot just above her hip as he ran a light finger around her clit. Dawn whimpered and bucked up but he didn’t alter the pressure with which he touched her.
“Angelus….”
He smiled.
“C’mon, Dawnie. You know what to do.” Two fingers slid inside her wet, welcoming heat, grazing over her g-spot with just enough pressure as he continued the feather-light touch over her clit. Her hips ground upward but he ignored the demand. He continued his slow torment, licking along the artery that throbbed with life under the skin of her inner thigh. Nestled in that little valley between two taut muscles, a gateway to so much blood…so easily accessible.
He’d never tasted hers, not fresh. Spike had beat him to it (and had paid the price)…but from what he’d sampled already, Angelus knew he had something to look forward to. He’d been waiting-careful not to cause physical pain, not wanting to destroy the convenient faith the girl had placed in his apparent predictability-but they were moving right along through a whole list of firsts, and he thought it was just about time.
The girl had come to trust him, just as he’d wanted her to.
Hadn’t hurt her yet, had he? No, that was Spike’s bag. Mean, mean Spike, who had injured her delicate confidence in his character.
Never mind that he’d done it at Angelus’ behest.
When one slick finger traced back to penetrate the girl anally, she stiffened. He only had to say her name once, full of censure, before she forced herself to relax and he was able to slide through.
She trembled with hitching, uncertain breath for a few beats as he continued to work her-ass, cunt, clit-and soon she was giving him restless, breathy moans for his trouble.
“That feel good, princess?”
He pressed against her clit and her hips jerked before he backed off again. She nodded her head, face flushed.
“It could feel a whole lot better….” Angelus flexed his fingers in all the right places, and Dawn whimpered. “C’mon, Dawn. It’s such a small thing I’m asking. Won’t hurt a bit.”
“It’s weird.” She bit her lip and bowed up, fucking herself against the steady thrust of his hand.
“Not weird. It’s who I am. It’s what you owe me. Say it, Dawnie. Be a good girl-”
She was writhing now, making uncomfortable little sounds as he kept her on the edge of orgasm. He could almost see the moment when the thread of inhibition snapped. “Daddy…please….”
It was exactly what he had asked for-no more, no less-so he concentrated his touch on all the pleasure centers, riding out the hard buck of her hips and subsequent flinch as he pinned her thigh with his free hand and slid his fangs through soft, heated muscle until he hit paydirt.
Fuck. She tasted just like slayer. The undiluted power of the line ran in her blood, though he had no idea how. But it was better than that-even better than the now-familiar fear and sorrow of a dying warrior.
Because this time, the girl was coming for him as he drank her. Gasping and writhing and obediently sobbing out the word he’d provided, and just the taste of her this way alone was heady and intoxicating, the flavor of her quick-flowing blood colored by emotions and hormones and power. He clamped down hard on his self-control. New, hot blood throbbed to his dick.
He drove her up twice more before he was risking too much, then extracted himself carefully from the girl’s body. She was limp, and her heart was beating a bit too fast, both out of excitement and to compensate for the volume he’d taken.
She healed like a slayer. She’d be fine. Their own little renewable resource.
Dawn stirred with a throaty little purr as he mouthed over her throat and ear, unable to resist rubbing his overly sensitive cock against her slick, languid heat. The urge to drive himself inside was nagging, but he choked down on it, hard.
He had other plans that would serve larger purposes.
“So. Does this make you, like, the world’s oldest perv? Because I’m pretty sure you’re already breaking some kind of record for cradle-robbing.”
Her voice was still shaky with pleasure, and he had to laugh at her gall. No matter what he had done or might still do to her, there was a small piece of the girl that remained defiant and unafraid. She was a little like Spike that way, though she was more wary…being human, and aware of her place on the food chain.
It amused him, having a smart, fiery female around.
“I can think of a few who are older.”
“But none who are pervier, right?”
He smirked but smacked her sharply on the ass as he rolled them.
“Ow! God, somebody takes this role-playing thing seriously.”
He dropped the tone of banter, though a small smile still touched his lips. “Who said we’re playing?”
There was a healthy flash of fear before she looked away. She was a shade too pale, but that was expected, given how much blood he’d taken. She rested her head back against his chest. He was sure she was dizzy.
“What year were you born? Human.”
His hand cupped her ass, shifting her into contact with his erection. “1727, in Galway, Ireland. Spike was born in 1852, in London.”
At the mention of Spike’s name, her slender body stiffened. “I didn’t ask about him.”
“And I didn’t ask if you asked.”
She was smart enough not to argue with that particular tone of voice, and then she realized she owed him a blowjob, and the subject was decidedly closed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Except Angelus was far from letting it drop.
He thought he had been extraordinarily patient with the girl. His plans necessitated it. He’d given her time to adjust to her new life before he’d ever touched her. Given her more time to get comfortable with the idea of being fucked. She was coming along nicely, in the grand scheme of things. She panted for it, now. She was wet for him from the moment he walked into the room-maybe even before that. His dominance made her horny, though she tried to cover it with her smart mouth.
He’d been patient with that, too.
More than that, she liked him, despite herself. Humans were rather predictable, in the end, and young ones especially. All that biology, geared towards finding a mate. All that social conditioning, geared towards finding Prince Charming. Anyone with self-control could manage, even if she was a little more difficult than most. He liked a good challenge.
The thing that Angelus really was losing patience with, however, was her recalcitrance any time Spike was mentioned. It was tiresome. He’d indulged her for a time, because it served his purposes-and in fact, it had been his design. If Spike was the supplier of pain, then that left Angelus with the obvious role. Her isolation made her dependent on him for all her needs. Her loneliness made her affectionate, curling that sweet little body into his in a way that was guileless and trusting. And the fact that she was cut off from Spike allowed Angelus to maintain the illusion of control over his lust. He clamped down on his instincts in order to give the girl the careful touches she needed to be seduced…then when she had drifted off, he went down the hall to give Spike a rough, violent seeing to.
In that, Spike wasn’t complaining, though it was clear that he resented being usurped completely for the girl’s affections-not to mention being left without a taste of her himself.
Spike’s dissatisfaction would not have been a problem in itself, but the truth was this game was getting tiresome. Dawn was nearing the point where she would accept his roughness-moaned when he yanked her hair as she sucked him off, came screaming when he sank his teeth into her tender flesh. He’d always have to reign his strength in with her, unless he wanted to break the girl, but he was impatient to leave bruises on those pretty hips. Watch her moan around Spike’s cock as he fucked her with a tight grip.
Angelus was tired of hearing Dawn complain about his boy, when he had given her one mild physical punishment six weeks ago. He was tired of secreting Spike away in another bedroom, when he belonged in Angelus’ bed.
It was especially tiresome to walk all the way down the hall to take the boy, when he should have been able to just roll over.
And he wouldn’t admit it to Spike, but he missed his company.
Angelus was done being patient. His plan was a rather blunt one, because he no longer saw the need to be subtle.
onwards
banner by blackdesires_87
Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Part 10
Previous:
He pulled back, looking supremely satisfied with himself, and nudged her head down onto his chest.
“Sleep now.”
Dawn was tired and confused, but her body felt so good. Buzzing with goodness. She knew she wouldn’t feel this way in the morning, but right then, she felt content and strangely, safe.
Part 10
Spike could smell the girl on his sire the moment he slipped into the bed where Spike had been exiled, down the hall from the master suite.
He tried to pretend that he wasn’t an enormous wanker for sucking Angelus’ fingers, still fragrant with the taste of her, into his mouth. And moaning.
He’d chosen the girl with a mind to have her, not beg scraps through Angelus.
Angelus didn’t mock him for it, thank Christ, and when Spike was done sucking away the taste of her, he fellated the other man’s fingers a little longer, teasing. He laughed with a gasp when Angelus rolled them, growling, until Spike was pinned beneath heavy muscle, one hand yanking his head back at a sharp angle and the other grabbing his ass, fingers pressing inside without finesse or apology.
He groaned. It burned, in the best possible way. Already half-hard from the taste of Dawn, his cock jumped at the snarl against his throat and the rough jab at his prostate.
His eyes rolled back.
“How is our little pet coming along, then?”
Spike grinned as Angelus nipped his carotid, drawing blood, hips rutting hard against his.
“Slowly.”
Their little nibblet was driving Angelus barmy. The waiting game was far from being a new technique-it was the gentleness that was killing. The sweet consideration that would endear him to the girl, infatuate her (in theory) beyond loyalty to her sis. It didn’t come naturally to the great git, to touch without taking.
‘Course, as Spike had pointed out long ago, it did come naturally to him, and they only needed the girl infatuated with one of them to do the trick, but…it wouldn’t do for His Highness to be anything other than the center of attention.
Instead, Angelus gave the girl what she needed every night, then snuck down the hall to put Spike’s body to hard use. Spike wasn’t bitching about the arrangement.
He moaned as Angelus sank his teeth into his earlobe, drawing blood, and soothed over the abused flesh with a clever tongue. “You know what else tastes like the girl?”
Angelus gave a rather un-subtle twist of his hips that gave Spike pause. “You don’t say.”
It was fell short of its intended flirtation. His gut felt heavy with disappointment…he thought he’d be present when Angelus finally took the girl. He wondered if she had been frightened.
Angelus sure as fuck-all didn’t know how to comfort anyone.
It might have been his imagination, but he thought the big hands clutching his body grew a little less rough.
“It was just the warm-up, William. I didn’t fuck her.”
Muscles he didn’t realize were tense gave, and as Angelus rolled onto his back, Spike heard what wasn’t being said.
I wouldn’t do it without you. Not this one.
I know, Angelus. Thank you.
They didn’t say that, ‘course. Instead, Angelus lay back and looked at him expectantly, and Spike said thanks the best way he knew how-tight lips and an open throat as Angelus drove into his mouth fast and hard. Drilling the mingled taste of the three of them into the back of his throat until he emptied himself, and then pounding Spike’s ass until they both came again.
Tomorrow Spike’s lips would be bruised and his throat would be sore, and sitting down would be optional at best…but when Angelus slipped away so that Dawn would wake up thinking he’d never left-that was when Spike realized he didn’t like this arrangement at all.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sometimes Angelus liked to see just how quickly he could make Dawn beg for him like a whore. She didn’t make it easy-sure, he could have her whimpering and fucking his hand easily enough, but actual begging…that took work.
They were so close.
He brushed his mouth along the soft skin between her thigh and her outer lips, smirking at the pleading twist of her hips, but he evaded. He hadn’t put his mouth on her since she had stopped bleeding…mostly because she stubbornly refused to give him what he demanded.
He didn’t reward disobedience.
Angelus’ fingers lightly traced over her soft, slick skin, sucking at the spot just above her hip as he ran a light finger around her clit. Dawn whimpered and bucked up but he didn’t alter the pressure with which he touched her.
“Angelus….”
He smiled.
“C’mon, Dawnie. You know what to do.” Two fingers slid inside her wet, welcoming heat, grazing over her g-spot with just enough pressure as he continued the feather-light touch over her clit. Her hips ground upward but he ignored the demand. He continued his slow torment, licking along the artery that throbbed with life under the skin of her inner thigh. Nestled in that little valley between two taut muscles, a gateway to so much blood…so easily accessible.
He’d never tasted hers, not fresh. Spike had beat him to it (and had paid the price)…but from what he’d sampled already, Angelus knew he had something to look forward to. He’d been waiting-careful not to cause physical pain, not wanting to destroy the convenient faith the girl had placed in his apparent predictability-but they were moving right along through a whole list of firsts, and he thought it was just about time.
The girl had come to trust him, just as he’d wanted her to.
Hadn’t hurt her yet, had he? No, that was Spike’s bag. Mean, mean Spike, who had injured her delicate confidence in his character.
Never mind that he’d done it at Angelus’ behest.
When one slick finger traced back to penetrate the girl anally, she stiffened. He only had to say her name once, full of censure, before she forced herself to relax and he was able to slide through.
She trembled with hitching, uncertain breath for a few beats as he continued to work her-ass, cunt, clit-and soon she was giving him restless, breathy moans for his trouble.
“That feel good, princess?”
He pressed against her clit and her hips jerked before he backed off again. She nodded her head, face flushed.
“It could feel a whole lot better….” Angelus flexed his fingers in all the right places, and Dawn whimpered. “C’mon, Dawn. It’s such a small thing I’m asking. Won’t hurt a bit.”
“It’s weird.” She bit her lip and bowed up, fucking herself against the steady thrust of his hand.
“Not weird. It’s who I am. It’s what you owe me. Say it, Dawnie. Be a good girl-”
She was writhing now, making uncomfortable little sounds as he kept her on the edge of orgasm. He could almost see the moment when the thread of inhibition snapped. “Daddy…please….”
It was exactly what he had asked for-no more, no less-so he concentrated his touch on all the pleasure centers, riding out the hard buck of her hips and subsequent flinch as he pinned her thigh with his free hand and slid his fangs through soft, heated muscle until he hit paydirt.
Fuck. She tasted just like slayer. The undiluted power of the line ran in her blood, though he had no idea how. But it was better than that-even better than the now-familiar fear and sorrow of a dying warrior.
Because this time, the girl was coming for him as he drank her. Gasping and writhing and obediently sobbing out the word he’d provided, and just the taste of her this way alone was heady and intoxicating, the flavor of her quick-flowing blood colored by emotions and hormones and power. He clamped down hard on his self-control. New, hot blood throbbed to his dick.
He drove her up twice more before he was risking too much, then extracted himself carefully from the girl’s body. She was limp, and her heart was beating a bit too fast, both out of excitement and to compensate for the volume he’d taken.
She healed like a slayer. She’d be fine. Their own little renewable resource.
Dawn stirred with a throaty little purr as he mouthed over her throat and ear, unable to resist rubbing his overly sensitive cock against her slick, languid heat. The urge to drive himself inside was nagging, but he choked down on it, hard.
He had other plans that would serve larger purposes.
“So. Does this make you, like, the world’s oldest perv? Because I’m pretty sure you’re already breaking some kind of record for cradle-robbing.”
Her voice was still shaky with pleasure, and he had to laugh at her gall. No matter what he had done or might still do to her, there was a small piece of the girl that remained defiant and unafraid. She was a little like Spike that way, though she was more wary…being human, and aware of her place on the food chain.
It amused him, having a smart, fiery female around.
“I can think of a few who are older.”
“But none who are pervier, right?”
He smirked but smacked her sharply on the ass as he rolled them.
“Ow! God, somebody takes this role-playing thing seriously.”
He dropped the tone of banter, though a small smile still touched his lips. “Who said we’re playing?”
There was a healthy flash of fear before she looked away. She was a shade too pale, but that was expected, given how much blood he’d taken. She rested her head back against his chest. He was sure she was dizzy.
“What year were you born? Human.”
His hand cupped her ass, shifting her into contact with his erection. “1727, in Galway, Ireland. Spike was born in 1852, in London.”
At the mention of Spike’s name, her slender body stiffened. “I didn’t ask about him.”
“And I didn’t ask if you asked.”
She was smart enough not to argue with that particular tone of voice, and then she realized she owed him a blowjob, and the subject was decidedly closed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Except Angelus was far from letting it drop.
He thought he had been extraordinarily patient with the girl. His plans necessitated it. He’d given her time to adjust to her new life before he’d ever touched her. Given her more time to get comfortable with the idea of being fucked. She was coming along nicely, in the grand scheme of things. She panted for it, now. She was wet for him from the moment he walked into the room-maybe even before that. His dominance made her horny, though she tried to cover it with her smart mouth.
He’d been patient with that, too.
More than that, she liked him, despite herself. Humans were rather predictable, in the end, and young ones especially. All that biology, geared towards finding a mate. All that social conditioning, geared towards finding Prince Charming. Anyone with self-control could manage, even if she was a little more difficult than most. He liked a good challenge.
The thing that Angelus really was losing patience with, however, was her recalcitrance any time Spike was mentioned. It was tiresome. He’d indulged her for a time, because it served his purposes-and in fact, it had been his design. If Spike was the supplier of pain, then that left Angelus with the obvious role. Her isolation made her dependent on him for all her needs. Her loneliness made her affectionate, curling that sweet little body into his in a way that was guileless and trusting. And the fact that she was cut off from Spike allowed Angelus to maintain the illusion of control over his lust. He clamped down on his instincts in order to give the girl the careful touches she needed to be seduced…then when she had drifted off, he went down the hall to give Spike a rough, violent seeing to.
In that, Spike wasn’t complaining, though it was clear that he resented being usurped completely for the girl’s affections-not to mention being left without a taste of her himself.
Spike’s dissatisfaction would not have been a problem in itself, but the truth was this game was getting tiresome. Dawn was nearing the point where she would accept his roughness-moaned when he yanked her hair as she sucked him off, came screaming when he sank his teeth into her tender flesh. He’d always have to reign his strength in with her, unless he wanted to break the girl, but he was impatient to leave bruises on those pretty hips. Watch her moan around Spike’s cock as he fucked her with a tight grip.
Angelus was tired of hearing Dawn complain about his boy, when he had given her one mild physical punishment six weeks ago. He was tired of secreting Spike away in another bedroom, when he belonged in Angelus’ bed.
It was especially tiresome to walk all the way down the hall to take the boy, when he should have been able to just roll over.
And he wouldn’t admit it to Spike, but he missed his company.
Angelus was done being patient. His plan was a rather blunt one, because he no longer saw the need to be subtle.
onwards