Prompt 258: Prisoner- ATS- Spike/Angel
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tamingthemuseTitle: A Human Trapped in Demon’s Clothes
Pairing: William/Angelus, Spike/Angel
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Prompt: 258- Prisoner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Summary: He can’t escape him, even if he tried
William stands just outside the back door of an old hotel. His hands rub up and down his arms in a poor attempt to keep himself warm. There’s a chill in the air and a moon too near and too big to overlook.
He hears footsteps behind him, too heavy to be Dru, and too haphazard to be Darla. William doesn’t move, as large arms wrap around him possessively. Three weeks in Angelus’ life and William has accepted his place. He knows now, he is Angelus’ completely.
“Tis a sight, is it not, boy,” The older vampire whispers into his ear causing him to shiver.
He can’t escape him, even if he tried; and believe him, he did try the first night, but after days of punishment he promised never to again.
Large hands stop his own hands constant movement, “You’ll not find warmth again, childe.”
William nods before he leans his head back to rest against his sire’s shoulder.
“A human trapped in demon’s clothes,” He says as he forces himself to never stop breathing, even when he forgets why he still cares.
“Human,” Angelus says at the end of a deep chuckle. “you be as human as I, Will?”
He doesn’t reply, but is repulsed at the thought. Heavy hands move downward and he doesn’t stop them, He knows he can’t, he’s a prisoner of his sire’s will.
One hundred years later, Spike watches the moon from the back door of an old hotel. His hands rubbing up and down his arms in a poor attempt to keep himself warm. There’s a chill in the air and a moon too near and too big to overlook.
Large arms wrap around him and he leans his head back to rest against a strong shoulder.
“The moon looks great,” Angel says as he kisses the side of his head. He answers softly in agreement.
Angel stops Spike’s hands and starts using his own to rub up and down his upper arms. “it’s cold tonight.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Spike says at the end of a humourless chuckle.
Angel sighs and leans his weight more into him, “can’t hurt to try and find warmth where we can.”
Spike’s laughter is as hallow as his mood, “I am not human.”
“Human,” Angel says in bewilderment, before he sighs with an understanding only he can have of Spike’s new existence. “You’re as human as I am, Will.”
Spike doesn‘t reply, but feels comforted at the thought. Gentle hands move downwards and he doesn’t stop them. He knows he can’t, he’s a prisoner of his sire’s love.
Pairing: William/Angelus, Spike/Angel
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Prompt: 258- Prisoner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Summary: He can’t escape him, even if he tried
William stands just outside the back door of an old hotel. His hands rub up and down his arms in a poor attempt to keep himself warm. There’s a chill in the air and a moon too near and too big to overlook.
He hears footsteps behind him, too heavy to be Dru, and too haphazard to be Darla. William doesn’t move, as large arms wrap around him possessively. Three weeks in Angelus’ life and William has accepted his place. He knows now, he is Angelus’ completely.
“Tis a sight, is it not, boy,” The older vampire whispers into his ear causing him to shiver.
He can’t escape him, even if he tried; and believe him, he did try the first night, but after days of punishment he promised never to again.
Large hands stop his own hands constant movement, “You’ll not find warmth again, childe.”
William nods before he leans his head back to rest against his sire’s shoulder.
“A human trapped in demon’s clothes,” He says as he forces himself to never stop breathing, even when he forgets why he still cares.
“Human,” Angelus says at the end of a deep chuckle. “you be as human as I, Will?”
He doesn’t reply, but is repulsed at the thought. Heavy hands move downward and he doesn’t stop them, He knows he can’t, he’s a prisoner of his sire’s will.
One hundred years later, Spike watches the moon from the back door of an old hotel. His hands rubbing up and down his arms in a poor attempt to keep himself warm. There’s a chill in the air and a moon too near and too big to overlook.
Large arms wrap around him and he leans his head back to rest against a strong shoulder.
“The moon looks great,” Angel says as he kisses the side of his head. He answers softly in agreement.
Angel stops Spike’s hands and starts using his own to rub up and down his upper arms. “it’s cold tonight.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Spike says at the end of a humourless chuckle.
Angel sighs and leans his weight more into him, “can’t hurt to try and find warmth where we can.”
Spike’s laughter is as hallow as his mood, “I am not human.”
“Human,” Angel says in bewilderment, before he sighs with an understanding only he can have of Spike’s new existence. “You’re as human as I am, Will.”
Spike doesn‘t reply, but feels comforted at the thought. Gentle hands move downwards and he doesn’t stop them. He knows he can’t, he’s a prisoner of his sire’s love.
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Date: 2011-06-27 01:43 pm (UTC)