Hostage, part 14
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Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv)
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
Previously:
Spike had been out on family business until the sunlight chased him home.
Things were infinitely more complicated than they’d originally suspected, and his head reeled with it. Spike had some very bad news for his sire. But it wasn’t Angelus that had his attention just yet.
The easy beat of a little girl’s heart. That’s what had his eyes riveted to the bed as he approached.
...
Good girl. Smart girl…quick study when she had a mind to be. She was pliant when he pulled her closer and brushed his lips against hers.
Just a girl….
Part 14
“They put it in human form.”
Spike reckoned there wasn’t much could rattle a bloke like Angelus at this point in his life, but once he had finished saying his peace, delivering the information he’d rooted from Buffy’s merry band, Angelus had gone quiet, staring off as he soaked that information in.
The invention of an entire human being, and all that entailed…they’d never seen the like. Must take powerful magicks. Spike shuddered as he thought how powerful. Wondered what price the monks had paid to pull off a trick like that.
“They put it in human form.”
When Angelus finally spoke up, he didn’t sound as though he remembered Spike was even in the room. Just repeated the fact to himself.
“Uh, yes.”
Angelus hummed. “Knew something wasn’t right.” He shook off his daze. “We have to kill her.”
Spike blinked. “Look, luv, I know we don’t want this portal opened, but don’t you think it’s a tad hasty-”
“Not Dawn, you moron. Glory.”
“Oh. Right. …Thought we were already gonna kill her.”
“We need to do it now. Soon. As soon as possible.”
Spike stared at him blankly. “Yyyeaaahh, and how do you propose we do that, exactly? She’s a god. Not exactly ripe for the picking.”
“Exactly. She’s a god. We’ve seen what she can do to the Slayer. What if one of those loose-lipped morons lets it slip to her that Dawn is what she wants? We might not be able to keep her from taking the girl if she comes for her. She has to be dealt with. Find a weakness.”
Spike snorted. Easier said than done. What did the poof think he’d been doing for the last few months? The bitch was unstoppable.
But Angelus had a point. This changed things. This changed everything.
“Alright. And the rest of the plan? What of the Slayer?”
Spike could see that Angelus had already slipped into a full-on brood. He was glowering at the desk blotter. “Everything else can wait. Even her. Find me something I can use, Spike. Find me a way to get it.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eleven days after they all began sleeping (and not-sleeping) in the same bed, Dawn got a surprise.
She was allowed out into the house.
Ok, it wasn’t so much a treat as something normal people got to do, something she should have been able to do, if she weren’t being held hostage by two deadly and very horny vampires. But it was something.
Of course, she still had the collar on at all times, and when Spike and Angelus were both leaving the house to run mysterious errands, she was locked back into the bedroom. As Spike told her, “no reason to tempt you down the wrong path, pet. You just sit here all snug and think of us until we get back. Just don’t work yourself raw…that’s our job.”
She stuck her tongue out at his cockiness, but he just laughed, and then there was the sound of a key sliding in the lock.
It was funny how that didn’t really feel like prison, anymore. If she was given the chance to run, would she? A small, guilty part of her was glad they didn’t give her the freedom to find the answer to that.
There were only three big rules in Angelus’ house. Don’t try to leave. Don’t contact the outside world. Those were pretty obvious, she guessed, and she wasn’t given much opportunity to break them anyway. There was only one phone left in the house, and one computer…both kept locked away in Angelus’ study. As for the third rule…Dawn didn’t think it was a rule so much as a very prudent piece of advice.
“Don’t go down there,” Angelus had told her on the grand tour, pointing at the door to the basement. “You won’t like it down there.”
And seeing as Dawn could hear a grown man sobbing through the door, she strongly suspected he was on to something. They were keeping…people down there. To eat. Like Snak-Paks
Mostly, Dawn just tried to never go down the hallway with that door. She didn’t want to know. Maybe it was cowardly that she wasn’t trying to run down there and free them, but she doubted they’d get very far before Angelus or Spike caught up with them. And then she’d have to watch…. And she’d never given Angelus a really good reason to truly punish her. She hoped that day never came. She wasn’t fooling herself about what he would do to her if she were on the wrong side of his anger, no matter how accommodating he could be when she behaved.
It was an odd thing, having so much space to move around in after being cooped up for so long. But it made things feel a little more normal. It felt almost like home to get things out of the fridge and make herself dinner, or laugh at something stupid on the television.
If home involved no homework, no parents, very few rules, and a couple of really old guys constantly trying to get in her pants.
She guessed you could say, it was a new normal.
~*~*~*~
“Whatcha watchin’, pet?”
Spike stepped over the back of the sofa and nudged Dawn, sliding in behind her. He settled her in the V of his thighs, letting her shift until her body was cradled against his chest.
She reclined against him, limp and trusting, like a girl who knew her place in the world.
“MTV. Real World.”
He tisked against her ear, fingertips feathering along the inside of her thighs. He grinned into her neck as they fell open for him with a sigh. “Sex, drugs, and rock, eh petal? Not proper viewing material for a young lady such as yourself.” The little scrap of cotton she called shorts was no real impediment to his fingers, and he found her clit through the fabric. Manipulated it. Slid fingers inside her tight quim. She never wore panties underneath them, and the fabric was thin enough that his fingers were soaked despite the barrier. He loved these bloody things.
Dawn’s head rolled to the side, breath hitching. Spike chewed on her ear smugly. “What would Da say if he found out you were watching such filth?”
A flutter of hot air preceded any attempt Dawn made at speech. Her hips strained against the restraining hand splayed across her belly…trying to ride his fingers. “Well this morning, he said ‘ride me harder’.”
Spike chuckled against her throat, feeling the jerk to her body…the flood of her cunt. “Sounds like our da, the lazy piker. Poor thing, you must be absolutely knackered.” His hand stole upwards under her shirt, until his palm was filled pleasantly with her breast. Christ, she had a pretty pair. He plucked at them until she moaned and ground down against his fingers, still twisting at her clit through the soft material.
“I’ll just have to do all the work, then.”
Spike pulled the soft t-shirt over her head and slipped the almost-shorts off and away, and Dawn leaned and wiggled to help him. He bit back a groan. All that beautiful skin. No matter how many times he’d had her in recent history, he was always eager to plunge back inside. And what’s more, he could. And she would claw and beg and whimper, and thank him for his trouble. Such a little slut for them.
His life was a grand thing of beauty.
Spike nudged her up to sitting and worked the buttons on his jeans with one hand, pushing them further down his thighs and tugging her back into his lap. He pressed her close for one sweet moment, nibbling on the back of her neck and working his hips up, savoring the way his cock slid through the groove of her buttocks. Then when she had melted back against him, he lifted her up by the hips and impaled her on his cock.
Her entire body tensed for a moment on a moan, and then relaxed back against his slouching frame. Spike pulled her thighs wide, hooking her knees outside his sprawling legs, and Dawn whimpered as that pushed him deeper. Her head rolled back against the couch, shifting restlessly as his hands petted over all that soft skin.
Spike smirked and chewed roughly at her ear, feeling Dawn clench around him. “Don’t let me interrupt your program, luv. I’ll find some way to amuse myself.”
Spike could practically hear her roll her eyes, so he chose that moment to move inside of her.
Slow, shallow thrusts of his prick. Lazy Sunday-morning fucking, the kind where you can’t be bothered with hard effort. Rocked up into her with indolent rolls of his hips, and Dawn moaned softly. Her neck stretched open to him and her fingers tangled into his hair when he accepted the invite with soft lips and the scrape of blunt teeth. Some tosser on the telly was whinging about dirty laundry.
Dawn’s upper body arched up into his rough palms when he kneaded her breasts. It drove her further onto his cock and Spike moaned, banding one arm around her waist to hold her still. When his other hand began to tease at her upper thigh and outer lips, her heartbeat leapt faster. Her hips tried to twitch up into his hand and put him where she wanted him, and when he wouldn’t let her, she made the most deliciously incoherent pleading sounds in the back of her throat.
Angelus slipped silently into the room and settled himself into the armchair in the corner.
Grinning, Spike breathed into Dawn’s ear. “You love it, don’t you, kitten. Such a hot fuck-gagging for it.”
Dawn’s eyelids fluttered and she bit her lip, trying to work her clit against his cock in the face of his neglect, but she couldn’t quite get there. He wouldn’t let her attain the right angle. She was flushed with heavy breathing. “Spike-”
“Ah-ah-ah!” He pinned her roving hand to the couch. “Good girls don’t get played with till they’ve made their daddies happy. You know what we want.” Dawn’s small frame rocked with a shudder, but she was still coherent enough to register the plurality. Her eyes blinked open dozily and settled across the room, where Angelus was watching them with hooded eyes. Stroking himself. Her quim clutched at Spike, though she buried her nose abashedly in his throat. Took a few calming breaths of his scent, though Spike could feel her throbbing in anticipation of her words.
His fingers ghosted close along her inner thigh and she shuddered, a fresh wave of slick soaking his cock, and he wanted to bend her in half and fuck her till she screamed.
“Say it, kitten. Say it and we can play.”
The muscles of her abdomen tightened under his arm. Her face remained buried in his neck, humid air fluttering quickly against his stilled artery. “I’m a good-”
“Gonna have to say it a bit louder than that, pet. Da is old and hard of hearing.” Spike tried to contain his laugh as Angelus made an obscene gesture in his direction. Somebody was gonna get a spanking later. Goody.
He could hear her heart pounding. “I’m a good little fucktoy.” Spike grinned at the way her muscles clenched down on his cock, even as he felt his stones tighten up against his body.
“Whose?”
Dawn squirmed, impatient for her reward. “Yours. Angelus’.” Her breath hitched, eyes focusing blurrily on Angelus, and without prompting, reiterated, “I’m a good little fucktoy for you, Daddy.”
On being addressed, Spike heard Angelus growl in the corner.
Dawn’s whole body jolted when Spike’s fingers gave a light, teasing pass over her inner lips, and she nearly came from that. She’d performed well, but they both knew she wasn’t done. “And?” he murmured silkily, guiding her face away towards the wall so he could lave at her throat.
Dawn was breathing hard now, quivering with anticipation. “And I love it.”
“Good girl,” he muttered, but he didn’t reckon she cared, because his fingers were already twisting her clit and her body was seizing up hard in a high cry. She danced for him as he rubbed her round and round, and her throat tasted salty with a sheen of sweat just before he sank his teeth in and began to pull gently at her vein.
Fuck him-it tasted just like slayer blood, well and truly, and it never failed to rocket him into the stratosphere. Growling into her flesh, he lost himself in a handful of hard, deep thrusts that had the Bit crying out for him and came, as far inside as he ever would be.
She was sweet and powerful and the tastiest treat he ever did have…and now he knew why.
They were never letting this one go.
~*~*~*~
the plot thickens...sorta....
banner by the fantastic and talented vamptastica
Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv)
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
Previously:
Spike had been out on family business until the sunlight chased him home.
Things were infinitely more complicated than they’d originally suspected, and his head reeled with it. Spike had some very bad news for his sire. But it wasn’t Angelus that had his attention just yet.
The easy beat of a little girl’s heart. That’s what had his eyes riveted to the bed as he approached.
...
Good girl. Smart girl…quick study when she had a mind to be. She was pliant when he pulled her closer and brushed his lips against hers.
Just a girl….
Part 14
“They put it in human form.”
Spike reckoned there wasn’t much could rattle a bloke like Angelus at this point in his life, but once he had finished saying his peace, delivering the information he’d rooted from Buffy’s merry band, Angelus had gone quiet, staring off as he soaked that information in.
The invention of an entire human being, and all that entailed…they’d never seen the like. Must take powerful magicks. Spike shuddered as he thought how powerful. Wondered what price the monks had paid to pull off a trick like that.
“They put it in human form.”
When Angelus finally spoke up, he didn’t sound as though he remembered Spike was even in the room. Just repeated the fact to himself.
“Uh, yes.”
Angelus hummed. “Knew something wasn’t right.” He shook off his daze. “We have to kill her.”
Spike blinked. “Look, luv, I know we don’t want this portal opened, but don’t you think it’s a tad hasty-”
“Not Dawn, you moron. Glory.”
“Oh. Right. …Thought we were already gonna kill her.”
“We need to do it now. Soon. As soon as possible.”
Spike stared at him blankly. “Yyyeaaahh, and how do you propose we do that, exactly? She’s a god. Not exactly ripe for the picking.”
“Exactly. She’s a god. We’ve seen what she can do to the Slayer. What if one of those loose-lipped morons lets it slip to her that Dawn is what she wants? We might not be able to keep her from taking the girl if she comes for her. She has to be dealt with. Find a weakness.”
Spike snorted. Easier said than done. What did the poof think he’d been doing for the last few months? The bitch was unstoppable.
But Angelus had a point. This changed things. This changed everything.
“Alright. And the rest of the plan? What of the Slayer?”
Spike could see that Angelus had already slipped into a full-on brood. He was glowering at the desk blotter. “Everything else can wait. Even her. Find me something I can use, Spike. Find me a way to get it.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eleven days after they all began sleeping (and not-sleeping) in the same bed, Dawn got a surprise.
She was allowed out into the house.
Ok, it wasn’t so much a treat as something normal people got to do, something she should have been able to do, if she weren’t being held hostage by two deadly and very horny vampires. But it was something.
Of course, she still had the collar on at all times, and when Spike and Angelus were both leaving the house to run mysterious errands, she was locked back into the bedroom. As Spike told her, “no reason to tempt you down the wrong path, pet. You just sit here all snug and think of us until we get back. Just don’t work yourself raw…that’s our job.”
She stuck her tongue out at his cockiness, but he just laughed, and then there was the sound of a key sliding in the lock.
It was funny how that didn’t really feel like prison, anymore. If she was given the chance to run, would she? A small, guilty part of her was glad they didn’t give her the freedom to find the answer to that.
There were only three big rules in Angelus’ house. Don’t try to leave. Don’t contact the outside world. Those were pretty obvious, she guessed, and she wasn’t given much opportunity to break them anyway. There was only one phone left in the house, and one computer…both kept locked away in Angelus’ study. As for the third rule…Dawn didn’t think it was a rule so much as a very prudent piece of advice.
“Don’t go down there,” Angelus had told her on the grand tour, pointing at the door to the basement. “You won’t like it down there.”
And seeing as Dawn could hear a grown man sobbing through the door, she strongly suspected he was on to something. They were keeping…people down there. To eat. Like Snak-Paks
Mostly, Dawn just tried to never go down the hallway with that door. She didn’t want to know. Maybe it was cowardly that she wasn’t trying to run down there and free them, but she doubted they’d get very far before Angelus or Spike caught up with them. And then she’d have to watch…. And she’d never given Angelus a really good reason to truly punish her. She hoped that day never came. She wasn’t fooling herself about what he would do to her if she were on the wrong side of his anger, no matter how accommodating he could be when she behaved.
It was an odd thing, having so much space to move around in after being cooped up for so long. But it made things feel a little more normal. It felt almost like home to get things out of the fridge and make herself dinner, or laugh at something stupid on the television.
If home involved no homework, no parents, very few rules, and a couple of really old guys constantly trying to get in her pants.
She guessed you could say, it was a new normal.
~*~*~*~
“Whatcha watchin’, pet?”
Spike stepped over the back of the sofa and nudged Dawn, sliding in behind her. He settled her in the V of his thighs, letting her shift until her body was cradled against his chest.
She reclined against him, limp and trusting, like a girl who knew her place in the world.
“MTV. Real World.”
He tisked against her ear, fingertips feathering along the inside of her thighs. He grinned into her neck as they fell open for him with a sigh. “Sex, drugs, and rock, eh petal? Not proper viewing material for a young lady such as yourself.” The little scrap of cotton she called shorts was no real impediment to his fingers, and he found her clit through the fabric. Manipulated it. Slid fingers inside her tight quim. She never wore panties underneath them, and the fabric was thin enough that his fingers were soaked despite the barrier. He loved these bloody things.
Dawn’s head rolled to the side, breath hitching. Spike chewed on her ear smugly. “What would Da say if he found out you were watching such filth?”
A flutter of hot air preceded any attempt Dawn made at speech. Her hips strained against the restraining hand splayed across her belly…trying to ride his fingers. “Well this morning, he said ‘ride me harder’.”
Spike chuckled against her throat, feeling the jerk to her body…the flood of her cunt. “Sounds like our da, the lazy piker. Poor thing, you must be absolutely knackered.” His hand stole upwards under her shirt, until his palm was filled pleasantly with her breast. Christ, she had a pretty pair. He plucked at them until she moaned and ground down against his fingers, still twisting at her clit through the soft material.
“I’ll just have to do all the work, then.”
Spike pulled the soft t-shirt over her head and slipped the almost-shorts off and away, and Dawn leaned and wiggled to help him. He bit back a groan. All that beautiful skin. No matter how many times he’d had her in recent history, he was always eager to plunge back inside. And what’s more, he could. And she would claw and beg and whimper, and thank him for his trouble. Such a little slut for them.
His life was a grand thing of beauty.
Spike nudged her up to sitting and worked the buttons on his jeans with one hand, pushing them further down his thighs and tugging her back into his lap. He pressed her close for one sweet moment, nibbling on the back of her neck and working his hips up, savoring the way his cock slid through the groove of her buttocks. Then when she had melted back against him, he lifted her up by the hips and impaled her on his cock.
Her entire body tensed for a moment on a moan, and then relaxed back against his slouching frame. Spike pulled her thighs wide, hooking her knees outside his sprawling legs, and Dawn whimpered as that pushed him deeper. Her head rolled back against the couch, shifting restlessly as his hands petted over all that soft skin.
Spike smirked and chewed roughly at her ear, feeling Dawn clench around him. “Don’t let me interrupt your program, luv. I’ll find some way to amuse myself.”
Spike could practically hear her roll her eyes, so he chose that moment to move inside of her.
Slow, shallow thrusts of his prick. Lazy Sunday-morning fucking, the kind where you can’t be bothered with hard effort. Rocked up into her with indolent rolls of his hips, and Dawn moaned softly. Her neck stretched open to him and her fingers tangled into his hair when he accepted the invite with soft lips and the scrape of blunt teeth. Some tosser on the telly was whinging about dirty laundry.
Dawn’s upper body arched up into his rough palms when he kneaded her breasts. It drove her further onto his cock and Spike moaned, banding one arm around her waist to hold her still. When his other hand began to tease at her upper thigh and outer lips, her heartbeat leapt faster. Her hips tried to twitch up into his hand and put him where she wanted him, and when he wouldn’t let her, she made the most deliciously incoherent pleading sounds in the back of her throat.
Angelus slipped silently into the room and settled himself into the armchair in the corner.
Grinning, Spike breathed into Dawn’s ear. “You love it, don’t you, kitten. Such a hot fuck-gagging for it.”
Dawn’s eyelids fluttered and she bit her lip, trying to work her clit against his cock in the face of his neglect, but she couldn’t quite get there. He wouldn’t let her attain the right angle. She was flushed with heavy breathing. “Spike-”
“Ah-ah-ah!” He pinned her roving hand to the couch. “Good girls don’t get played with till they’ve made their daddies happy. You know what we want.” Dawn’s small frame rocked with a shudder, but she was still coherent enough to register the plurality. Her eyes blinked open dozily and settled across the room, where Angelus was watching them with hooded eyes. Stroking himself. Her quim clutched at Spike, though she buried her nose abashedly in his throat. Took a few calming breaths of his scent, though Spike could feel her throbbing in anticipation of her words.
His fingers ghosted close along her inner thigh and she shuddered, a fresh wave of slick soaking his cock, and he wanted to bend her in half and fuck her till she screamed.
“Say it, kitten. Say it and we can play.”
The muscles of her abdomen tightened under his arm. Her face remained buried in his neck, humid air fluttering quickly against his stilled artery. “I’m a good-”
“Gonna have to say it a bit louder than that, pet. Da is old and hard of hearing.” Spike tried to contain his laugh as Angelus made an obscene gesture in his direction. Somebody was gonna get a spanking later. Goody.
He could hear her heart pounding. “I’m a good little fucktoy.” Spike grinned at the way her muscles clenched down on his cock, even as he felt his stones tighten up against his body.
“Whose?”
Dawn squirmed, impatient for her reward. “Yours. Angelus’.” Her breath hitched, eyes focusing blurrily on Angelus, and without prompting, reiterated, “I’m a good little fucktoy for you, Daddy.”
On being addressed, Spike heard Angelus growl in the corner.
Dawn’s whole body jolted when Spike’s fingers gave a light, teasing pass over her inner lips, and she nearly came from that. She’d performed well, but they both knew she wasn’t done. “And?” he murmured silkily, guiding her face away towards the wall so he could lave at her throat.
Dawn was breathing hard now, quivering with anticipation. “And I love it.”
“Good girl,” he muttered, but he didn’t reckon she cared, because his fingers were already twisting her clit and her body was seizing up hard in a high cry. She danced for him as he rubbed her round and round, and her throat tasted salty with a sheen of sweat just before he sank his teeth in and began to pull gently at her vein.
Fuck him-it tasted just like slayer blood, well and truly, and it never failed to rocket him into the stratosphere. Growling into her flesh, he lost himself in a handful of hard, deep thrusts that had the Bit crying out for him and came, as far inside as he ever would be.
She was sweet and powerful and the tastiest treat he ever did have…and now he knew why.
They were never letting this one go.
~*~*~*~
the plot thickens...sorta....