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tamingthemuseAUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 17- Visitations
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus
CONTENT: references to m/m sex
SUMMARY: Andrew shows up to help with a damaged Slayer. Seventeen in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #374 - Before the War.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x11 - "Damage"
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,378 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
Things were going along well enough, I supposed. Angelus was happy, and when he was happy things were good for yours truly. More great sex, more courting. I was losing the will to oppose him.
Wes and Fred still seemed happy with each other. Lorne had all but disappeared unless Angelus specifically summoned him. And Charlie boy had requested and gotten granted still more legal knowledge and he was doing 'good' work for the corporate machine.
I still hadn't talked privately with anyone because he didn't let me out of sight. In fact, outside his office or penthouse I was often quite literally on a leash. Usually instead of a collar I wore a locked belt and the leash attached to it. And god help me I got a perverse thrill from it.
But today there was something at the morning meeting. "It seems," said Wes, "that the possible case of demon possession I brought up last week, the one we decided was too small to bother with, is a deranged Slayer. I have been reliably informed as such by Giles who says he is sending his best man to take care of it."
Angelus raised an eyebrow and say up straight. "Deranged Slayer? Wes, get me all the information you can on this. Don't want Giles messing about in our business."
Wesley nodded and his expression failed to hide the apprehension and horror. Was Angelus going to use a deranged Slayer to get his first Slayer kill, I'm sure he was thinking. Poor Wes. Angelus wasn't finished yet though. "Oh, Knox will have to be replaced. I had to torture him and he isn't precisely a healthy person. He intended to send the pollen, so he was counting on bringing me back. Seems he had the bright idea of using Fred as the host body for an Elder God-Demon. He thought I'd be easier to get around." He looked at Fred, and I was the only one who knew precisely why this performance was only just a performance. "You may think I'm evil but I still won't let anyone hurt you, Fred."
It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. And I could sense despite themselves that they all approved of what Angelus had done. They all looked to me for confirmation. "Yeah, lads, I was there. Helped a bit, in spots. Knox made Angelus come back, but on the bright side if he hadn't you'd all likely be dead and me a slave of tentacle-boy." That got a chuckle and eased the tension.
Just then there was a bit of a commotion and the door burst open. "I tried to stop him boss but he's quick. Keeps babbling about being an official representative of the Watcher's council." I only barely registered Harmony's words as I got to my feet and Andrew barreled into the room.
Ok, now the little thing that Angel, and therefore Angelus didn't know about this situation was that I'd popped Andrew's cherry. Before the war, end of the world sex, you know, and he really was very sweet when he'd shut his yob for two seconds. Which was much easier when he had a mouthful of cock or was bound and gagged. But it meant Andrew was likely about to make a very embarrassing scene.
"Spike?" Andrew said, looking over at me, obviously abandoning whatever speech he had in mind. "Spike?!" He ran at me, and his hands ran over my shoulders. He looked up at me in rapt adoration. "It's you! It's really you!" He hugged me then, actually sobbing. I can only imagine Angelus was either too stunned to react immediately or too amused or both. "My therapist thought I was holding onto false hope, but... I knew you'd come back." He was sniffling and pulled back enough to look in my eyes. The poor thing. He really had it bad for me and I hadn't the heart to push him away, it'd be like kicking a puppy. "You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog," he said, touching his hands to my face gently. "More beautiful than ever."
Before anything more could be said or done, Angelus finally reacted, pushing him back with a snarl. "Hands off, junior. Mine." Which I thought showed remarkable restraint. I was expecting bloodshed.
But I was right, the expression on Andrew's face could only be described as kicked puppy. He looked at me for confirmation and I nodded. "Ah, well," he said, clearing his throat. "Then I'll come to why I was sent here."
He began his little spiel, and about an hour later we really did have considerably more information on Slayers than before. Though it would probably have really distressed Andrew to know he was giving all that information to Angelus.
At the end of it, Angelus dragged me off, up to the penthouse. He had me stripped and bound face down on the bed in short order. "How do you know this little pipsqueak baby Watcher?" He asked, growling. "Why did he put his hands on you?"
"Cos I shagged him a few times back in Sunnydale, before I fried. His first sex ever, so he worships me."
Angelus growled and scented over me. "All right. Doesn't mean I'm not going to give you a good turn over my knee and fuck you into the bed after."
"Ummm, Sire, at the risk of being impertinent, shouldn't we be going after that Slayer?"
"No need. It's why we sat through that dog and pony show. I had my best response teams run her down and tranquilize the crap out of her. She's in secure cells deep underground now. We'll look in on her later. But for now, your spanking, I think..."
The next few days he kept me in the penthouse, fucking me senseless repeatedly. The second day the blood picked up a distinctive new taste. Slayer. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Angelus, and my expression must have been particularly eloquent because he chuckled.
"She's not dead. This is merely a bit of extra I have them take when they're pulling blood for tests. I've ordered the best of care for her. Much better than at that wretched hospital. Shamans, healers, psychics, whatever she needs to help put that shattered noggin back together. Not out of altruism, I'm hoping we'll have our very own company Slayer when we're done. But in the meantime we get the dietary benefits. Regular helpings of this should boost us powerwise against other vamps and demons."
Finally a few days later we were back down in the office, and things relatively back to normal. So when the news came in that Andrew's plane (private plane owned by the Watcher's Council) had gone down with no survivors, I apparently looked at him again.
He looked back at me steadily. "Spike, your lack of faith in me lately is disturbing. I wouldn't kill someone for you shagging them before we came back together. And I know for a fact you and he didn't while he was here because I kept you rather busy."
I had to blush at that and nod. "Sorry, Sire. But you are, one must concede, both evil and possessive as hell."
Angelus laughed. "I am at that."
~ ~ ~ ~
I'd waited til I could catch him alone without Slayerette hanger-ons. I caught him at dinner, and sat down across from him. I basically drowned him in words so he couldn't get out more than quickly stammered attempts to interrupt me.
"I'm Lindsey McDonald. That name won't mean anything to you but I used to be a lawyer with Wolfram and Hart. Faith would know me. She won't like me but she can verify I am who I say I am. I have to talk quickly and move so we don't risk detection. Angel isn't Angel anymore, he's Angelus. There's any number of ways to verify this in person with spells and such. Please let Giles know, or Buffy. In person, not on the phones from here, as I've no doubt he's monitoring your calls while you're in town. Take care, Watcher."
And then of course his plane goes down. Fucker.
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 17- Visitations
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus
CONTENT: references to m/m sex
SUMMARY: Andrew shows up to help with a damaged Slayer. Seventeen in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #374 - Before the War.
Distribution: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x11 - "Damage"
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,378 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
Things were going along well enough, I supposed. Angelus was happy, and when he was happy things were good for yours truly. More great sex, more courting. I was losing the will to oppose him.
Wes and Fred still seemed happy with each other. Lorne had all but disappeared unless Angelus specifically summoned him. And Charlie boy had requested and gotten granted still more legal knowledge and he was doing 'good' work for the corporate machine.
I still hadn't talked privately with anyone because he didn't let me out of sight. In fact, outside his office or penthouse I was often quite literally on a leash. Usually instead of a collar I wore a locked belt and the leash attached to it. And god help me I got a perverse thrill from it.
But today there was something at the morning meeting. "It seems," said Wes, "that the possible case of demon possession I brought up last week, the one we decided was too small to bother with, is a deranged Slayer. I have been reliably informed as such by Giles who says he is sending his best man to take care of it."
Angelus raised an eyebrow and say up straight. "Deranged Slayer? Wes, get me all the information you can on this. Don't want Giles messing about in our business."
Wesley nodded and his expression failed to hide the apprehension and horror. Was Angelus going to use a deranged Slayer to get his first Slayer kill, I'm sure he was thinking. Poor Wes. Angelus wasn't finished yet though. "Oh, Knox will have to be replaced. I had to torture him and he isn't precisely a healthy person. He intended to send the pollen, so he was counting on bringing me back. Seems he had the bright idea of using Fred as the host body for an Elder God-Demon. He thought I'd be easier to get around." He looked at Fred, and I was the only one who knew precisely why this performance was only just a performance. "You may think I'm evil but I still won't let anyone hurt you, Fred."
It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. And I could sense despite themselves that they all approved of what Angelus had done. They all looked to me for confirmation. "Yeah, lads, I was there. Helped a bit, in spots. Knox made Angelus come back, but on the bright side if he hadn't you'd all likely be dead and me a slave of tentacle-boy." That got a chuckle and eased the tension.
Just then there was a bit of a commotion and the door burst open. "I tried to stop him boss but he's quick. Keeps babbling about being an official representative of the Watcher's council." I only barely registered Harmony's words as I got to my feet and Andrew barreled into the room.
Ok, now the little thing that Angel, and therefore Angelus didn't know about this situation was that I'd popped Andrew's cherry. Before the war, end of the world sex, you know, and he really was very sweet when he'd shut his yob for two seconds. Which was much easier when he had a mouthful of cock or was bound and gagged. But it meant Andrew was likely about to make a very embarrassing scene.
"Spike?" Andrew said, looking over at me, obviously abandoning whatever speech he had in mind. "Spike?!" He ran at me, and his hands ran over my shoulders. He looked up at me in rapt adoration. "It's you! It's really you!" He hugged me then, actually sobbing. I can only imagine Angelus was either too stunned to react immediately or too amused or both. "My therapist thought I was holding onto false hope, but... I knew you'd come back." He was sniffling and pulled back enough to look in my eyes. The poor thing. He really had it bad for me and I hadn't the heart to push him away, it'd be like kicking a puppy. "You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog," he said, touching his hands to my face gently. "More beautiful than ever."
Before anything more could be said or done, Angelus finally reacted, pushing him back with a snarl. "Hands off, junior. Mine." Which I thought showed remarkable restraint. I was expecting bloodshed.
But I was right, the expression on Andrew's face could only be described as kicked puppy. He looked at me for confirmation and I nodded. "Ah, well," he said, clearing his throat. "Then I'll come to why I was sent here."
He began his little spiel, and about an hour later we really did have considerably more information on Slayers than before. Though it would probably have really distressed Andrew to know he was giving all that information to Angelus.
At the end of it, Angelus dragged me off, up to the penthouse. He had me stripped and bound face down on the bed in short order. "How do you know this little pipsqueak baby Watcher?" He asked, growling. "Why did he put his hands on you?"
"Cos I shagged him a few times back in Sunnydale, before I fried. His first sex ever, so he worships me."
Angelus growled and scented over me. "All right. Doesn't mean I'm not going to give you a good turn over my knee and fuck you into the bed after."
"Ummm, Sire, at the risk of being impertinent, shouldn't we be going after that Slayer?"
"No need. It's why we sat through that dog and pony show. I had my best response teams run her down and tranquilize the crap out of her. She's in secure cells deep underground now. We'll look in on her later. But for now, your spanking, I think..."
The next few days he kept me in the penthouse, fucking me senseless repeatedly. The second day the blood picked up a distinctive new taste. Slayer. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Angelus, and my expression must have been particularly eloquent because he chuckled.
"She's not dead. This is merely a bit of extra I have them take when they're pulling blood for tests. I've ordered the best of care for her. Much better than at that wretched hospital. Shamans, healers, psychics, whatever she needs to help put that shattered noggin back together. Not out of altruism, I'm hoping we'll have our very own company Slayer when we're done. But in the meantime we get the dietary benefits. Regular helpings of this should boost us powerwise against other vamps and demons."
Finally a few days later we were back down in the office, and things relatively back to normal. So when the news came in that Andrew's plane (private plane owned by the Watcher's Council) had gone down with no survivors, I apparently looked at him again.
He looked back at me steadily. "Spike, your lack of faith in me lately is disturbing. I wouldn't kill someone for you shagging them before we came back together. And I know for a fact you and he didn't while he was here because I kept you rather busy."
I had to blush at that and nod. "Sorry, Sire. But you are, one must concede, both evil and possessive as hell."
Angelus laughed. "I am at that."
~ ~ ~ ~
I'd waited til I could catch him alone without Slayerette hanger-ons. I caught him at dinner, and sat down across from him. I basically drowned him in words so he couldn't get out more than quickly stammered attempts to interrupt me.
"I'm Lindsey McDonald. That name won't mean anything to you but I used to be a lawyer with Wolfram and Hart. Faith would know me. She won't like me but she can verify I am who I say I am. I have to talk quickly and move so we don't risk detection. Angel isn't Angel anymore, he's Angelus. There's any number of ways to verify this in person with spells and such. Please let Giles know, or Buffy. In person, not on the phones from here, as I've no doubt he's monitoring your calls while you're in town. Take care, Watcher."
And then of course his plane goes down. Fucker.
