prompt#367- possession; Victory Verse 10- Mystery (Spike/Angelus) (NC-17)

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AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 10- Mystery
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus
CONTENT: oral sex.
SUMMARY: Spike finds out more about the coil on his spine. Ten in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse prompt#367- possession.
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SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x08 - "Destiny"
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Length: 2,992 words.




Well, I'd been fed. He wasn't planning on starving me, it seemed, which was good. But Sire's blood...damnit. I'd been drinking Angel's blood to heal, and it had pulled us closer, but there was a difference with the soul. I hadn't really been sure til Angelus fed me. The soul did alter the blood. Without it, Sire's blood was back to the dangerously addictive high I recalled as a fledge. My body fairly hummed with sensation. I used to crawl and beg for it at times when I was very young.

I figured I could keep from being that pathetic, but the other effects were subtler and harder to resist. The only good news from this was that it showed he really wanted me back as his boy. He wouldn't do this, wouldn't strengthen me unless the side effects were more important to him than the risk of me fighting my way free.

Now the thermoses were drained and Angelus leaned back, looking down at me speculatively, stroking one hand over my chest. "Mmm, my boy, this is annoying. Interrupted before I have a chance to properly use you. Not enough time for that but we're headed down soon, and neither of us are going in this state." He grinned wickedly. "Though I'm sure Wesley would have no objections. You want to kiss that pretty Watcher, my boy? His lips all soft and sweet?"

His hand encircled my shaft and started stroking. I didn't try to suppress my shiver or my groan, my hips rising. "Your hands," I moaned out softly as I circled my hips and pushed against his grip.

"I remember," Angelus replied. "You used to write poems about them. Go ahead, Will, enjoy. Want you sated at least for now when you go downstairs." He kept stroking, slowly working the foreskin back. He leaned down with a devilish gleam in his eye, and licked slowly in circles around the tip.

"Dear god," I gasped out and felt myself jerk and buck in response. It was the blood, I knew. Everything was more intense, more sensitive. And of course he knew it.

"I'm here, boy," he replied with a chuckle. "Your god again." He applied another long slow lick and then sat back, still stroking me. "Now, to terms. We'll do the whole formal contract later, signed in blood, that sort of nonsense, but let's understand each other. You behave, you pretend I'm still Angel, you are my boy behind closed doors, and your pet humans stay alive."

Even as my mind was being shattered, I knew that wasn't right. "And unharmed, going on about their jobs and lives as normal."

Angelus laughed. "As you say."

He was still too pleased, I'd forgotten something. "And unmolested."

Angelus tsked. "Now that's no fun." He quirked his lips. "If they come to me without compulsion, that okay with you?"

"No compulsion, no force. And leave Fred alone, period." I gasped the words out as my thrusts into his hand became urgent.

"So predictable. Very well, your innocent little friend Fred is safe from me. But boy, if you don't behave, if you cross me, I'll take what action I please. And any way you take, I'll still grab you and keep you. You were meant to be mine and you will be. You're my possession." At that he began stroking himself with his other hand. "You understand?"

"Yes." It wasn't the best deal ever but it wasn't much to ask to keep them safe. I might have been able to take him out, still might, but I didn't dare try unless I was sure I could do it. Too many lives at risk and he would make them suffer if I crossed him, and he'd make watch.

A short while later we were both sated and dressed. His arm was tight around my waist as we moved along. We drew glances and stares. There were whispers and I knew before lunch everyone would know that 'Angel' and I were together.

We arrived at Wesley's personal lab. We stepped inside to the well, I can only call it a 'robing room'. Wesley was waiting and he was in long ritual robes. "You'll both need to strip," he said, looking distinctly uncomfortable. He handed a robe to Angelus and a tiny leather thong to me.

Angelus scowled at Wesley. "What's with the thong for Spike?"

"We have to be able to access his skin for the tests, and depending....well we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Angelus sighed and growled at the same time. "All right. But you turn around."

Wesley smiled slightly and turned to face the wall. "Of course."

I had to chuckle softly. Both Fred and Wesley had seen me naked for tests goodness knows how many times. Yet still it bothered Angelus for someone else to get to see me. We both began to skim out of our clothing and I put on the thong. I knew Wesley had brought it simply for 'Angel's' sake, neither he nor Fred bothered with modesty covers for me otherwise. Quite honestly I had always rather liked the tests. Hell, for the longest time it was the only non-violent physical contact I got. I had to stamp very hard on the temptation to remember the feel of Wes' body pressed up close and the taste of his soft lips. I looked over and Angelus was dressed.

Wesley handed him a pair of thin leather gloves, and began to pull a pair on himself. "You need to decide, Angel, in or out. If you want to be in the circle you have to stay back and never touch him with bare flesh."

Angelus growled. "In. If anything happens I want to be there."

Wesley nodded. I personally wasn't all that keen on Angelus being inside the circle but it's not as if I had much of a choice. We stepped inside the casting room itself only to see that Fred was robed and kneeling in the circle, calibrating some instruments. She flashed me a brilliant smile. "Hey Spike!"

I had to smile back. "There's my sunshine." Just as well we never went further than a few friendly hugs. She could light me up anytime of the day or night. All sweetness and light despite everything. Angelus was glaring, I could feel it, but I ignored him. Fuck him if he thought I'd stop smiling back at her.

Wes indicated the rug rolled out in the center of the circle. "If you'd be so kind," he said, with a sweeping gesture. "On your stomach please." There was a small pillow at one end, so I lay with my head resting on crossed arms on the pillow. My skin prickled just feeling the magickal energy in the air. Wes pointed to an empty spot near the outer part of the circle. "Angel, there if you please," he said.

Angelus moved over and sat, and now he was positioned where he could see me easily. I had to look, and his eyes were black and his expression dangerously calm. God forbid anything went wrong in here.

Fred seemed settled with her instruments and gave Wes a small nod. He began his chanting. He was mixing together powders and crushed gemstones and other things in a cauldron as he went. A thin fragrant haze filled the air and there was a crackling down my spine that alarmed me. Wesley touched a crystal wand to my spine. There was a flash, then a number of bell-like tones sounded and the air shimmered and moved with the sound. Then everything vanished and cleared.

"Fred, may I see your readings?" Wesley asked. The two of them conferred in whispers and I deliberately tried not to hear them. Then Wesley looked up. "Well, we think we have an answer. That coil at the moment is rather like an unexploded bomb. The trigger was tripped, the dispel happened, but somehow the dispel didn't reach the shielding magicks around the spell foci. That's the thing with blending magick and tech and other things, it's a delicate process and one thing the least bit off and you can get malfunctions like this."

I had my own notion of what ate the dispel magicks spell, but of course I couldn't say anything about it. I caught Angelus' eye and I could see he was thinking the same thing. "So what do the little bomb bits in me do if they get loose?" I asked.

Wesley took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before he answered. "Not anything good. A compulsion spell to make you attack anyone friendly near you, and several nasty damage spells set to shoot out from you to points all around you. I think Ka'Dath intended you to be a sort of weapon for him when Angel came seeking his revenge."

Angelus growled. "So what can we do about it? We can't just leave it there."

"No, we can't," Wesley agreed. "Unfortunately our options are limited. Fred and I have discussed it and it boils down to three possibilities. One- try to carefully surgically remove it. However, given the hair trigger nature of the device, this seems like a bad option. Two- surgery, but simply cut off the spinal cord above the coil and remove the whole section. Safer but of course it would leave you, Spike, crippled for many months of healing."

Angelus interrupted there. "Not going through that again. What's the third option?"

"We can call in a shaman. Have to be an outsider, as all our in-house shamans...well, shall we say their totems aren't exactly on the good side. They'd leave behind corruption where they practiced and the cure could be worse than the disease. Remember Lindsey's, ummm, evil hand problem?"

Angelus nodded, his eyes still intently fixed on Wesley. "I do. So, outside shaman. Pros and cons?"

"Riskier than surgery, but if it works no disability time for Spike. But a shaman with a good healing totem may be reluctant to work on a vampire. Also, a good shaman is usually expensive, and you'll have to sign for the funds, Angel."

"Damn the expense, we get a shaman. How soon can he or she come? I assume you had one in mind."

Wesley nodded. "I do. Best in the city. But he won't come in here. He did say he's treated vampires before and he'll do it but we'll have to come to him, and we'll have to follow all his instructions or he can't proceed."

Angelus gritted his teeth. I could see he was shoving down his temper, luckily for Wes. "Fine. Whatever we need. Get it booked, tell us what we need to do, we're going."

Wesley and Fred got up. "We'll take care of the arrangements now. It will likely be a few hours before he can be ready for us. If you like you can just wait here."

I piped in with a grin. "Fine by me."

Angelus looked at me with eyebrow raised as Wes and Fred left the casting room. "What are you doing, boy?" He asked.

"Getting us alone again," I said. I let my eagerness show. This was only partly a game. I had to admit it, fooling myself had never worked out well for me. I did want him despite everything.

That did elicit one of his wicked grins. The good kind. He moved over towards me. "Well, William, you do owe me a servicing."

That got a grin of my own as he peeled away the robe, revealing himself naked underneath. His shaft was already stiffening in anticipation. He pulled his knees up a bit and spread his legs. His body weight rested on his hands, and he was leaned back slightly.

I licked my lips, just the tip of my tongue peeking out. His eyes were fixed on me, then. I could feel the erotic tension build. Danger had its own pull for us, and since there wasn't to be any killing yet, this was as good a way to relieve stress as any. Also I knew my welfare and that of my friends depended on how good a 'boy' I was. He needed to be reminded how good I could be.

My hands stroked down over my own body, not touching the naughty bits but just stroking, touching, letting my lust build and burn in me. It was fuel for me, for my power. I let it free, let it dance over my skin like electric velvet.

Angelus growled out a warning, even as I could smell his arousal get stronger. "No enchanting me, boy."

"Not using it on you," I purred. "Just on me."

He relaxed again and watched. I let the power soak into me, into skin and muscle and tendon and bone. I moved onto hands and knees and the movement felt liquid. The effect of it on Angelus was immediate and visible as he came to attention. Then I began to crawl, slowly, sliding forth hands and knees in a catlike movement that made every muscle on my back and arms ripple under the skin. It always felt to me like I was some great cat, like a panther, each time I did this.

Angelus growled softly, licking his own lips. "Fuck boy, you are pure sin. Should keep you on a leash to keep you out of trouble. Because you are nothing but sheer wicked temptation."

I brushed and rubbed my cheek along his calf like an eager kitten. "You always want that. Want to keep me tied to you, a plaything just for your pleasure." I could feel his reactions now, I could feel his lust and his arousal. If I wanted I could reach in and blow the fire into a conflagration, but he'd know I'd done it. I had to be subtler. But he'd not seen me like this since I was a fledge. He had no idea how good I'd gotten. My fingers got to work, stroking on his calves and thighs and behind his knees. I knew where every sensitive spot was, and I hit each of them, like plucking the strings on a harp. He was leaning back on elbows now, panting, erect, with pearls of precum arising one by one. I used my mouth as well, kissing and sucking and gently nipping on the skin of his thigh.

"Dear god, my boy, even fucking better than I remember." Angelus was now propped on one elbow only and gripped fingers in my hair. It was a loose grip, obviously he wanted me to keep working. I'd moved now to his inner thighs, and worked my way to each, letting my lips barely brush over the skin between. His cock jerked at the contact. "Fuck!" he hissed out. "Stop teasing boy or I'll shove this down your throat."

I looked up at him letting him see the naked desire in my own eyes. He'd be shoving it before I'd done with him anyway, but it was time to get to the main event. I began licking up along the shaft and working down his foreskin carefully with one hand. With my power up and my senses extended I could tell every sensitive spot and how much pressure it needed. I took ruthless advantage of the knowledge, licking and pressing my tongue along his cock and then wrapping my lips around the delicate head.

Now he was groaning and growling, hand gripping tighter in my hair. He wanted it now, I could tell, but the pleasure I was building was too good for him to force it...yet. I made sure I locked eyes with him, let him see my lust as I pushed down, taking his cock into my mouth. My cheeks were sucked in hard as he filled my mouth. I was breathing in his scent now, taking him in. My head began to bob and he moaned, a long shuddering moan.

We were both beginning to melt, to lose ourselves in the act. I was bobbing at a steady rate now, my lips wrapped tight around him, my jaws distended to take him in. His hips moved slowly to meet me. I could feel it, right there, one bit more and he'd force it. He'd relinquish his iron self-control and take me. I wickedly slipped a finger down between his legs, over the tender flesh there and pushing the tip into his nether entrance.

He growled and roared, gripping my hair painfully and shoving into my mouth. I was expecting it, and I took it. I reveled in it. I kept my jaw open and relaxed my throat to take the vicious face-fucking. I loved him losing control, loved being the one that got this from him. He knew it too, knew I was, for the moment, the one who made things happen, but he couldn't stop it. It was glorious.

It didn't take long. He'd been primed and ready for a while and he held me tight as he let go. I didn't swallow, I just let him shoot directly down my throat. Then he finally relaxed but didn't release his grip on my hair, slumping back. I waited a moment to let him recover before I slid up along his body. I settled myself alongside him, fitting against him in my 'spot'.

"Definitely keeping you, my beautiful boy," he whispered out. His voice had gone from a growl to tender, and I passed back a soft purr. He could be like this, after. Sometimes even during. I rubbed my cheek lightly on his chest and my purr got louder. His fingers stroked soothingly through my hair. "Even though you provoke me almost to distraction."

"You have me," I said with feeling. For all intents and purposes I was. And the hell of it was that it felt so very good.