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tamingthemuseAUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 20- Consent
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus; discussion of Spike/Lindsey
CONTENT: rough sex (Angelus/Spike); bloodplay; mentions of torture (non-graphic); discussion of and lead up to non-con(Spike/Lindsey). The act itself, including foreplay for it, will all take place in the next chapter so those who do not want to read the subject matter can easily skip it.
SUMMARY: Spike contemplates what he thinks Angelus will want him to do to Lindsey. Twenty in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #377 - Bleak.
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 x21 - "Power Play"
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: 1204 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
So this was Lindsey. I'd heard lots about him, mostly from Wes between bouts of kissing. Mmm now that was a pleasant block of memories, kissing Wes. He was a really good kisser and he smelled good. Like tweed and scotch and the fascinating faint scent of leather.
I knew what Angelus had in mind for later, assuming Lindsey was smart and survived this encounter relatively intact. I knew it as soon as he touched Lindsey's thigh and then looked at me, then back at Lindsey's obvious arousal. He was going to either ask or tell me to fuck him. A test, in his mind.
Of course he didn't understand me, didn't understand the comfortable union my demon and my soul had forged. I could do evil things if I chose without dying, I just had to suffer the consequences and what pangs my conscience would come up with for me. Only my conscience had the morality of a fanciful Victorian poet, and an imagination can excuse a lot. And I could do one thing bad and it would not necessarily mean anything about my future actions or about anything else.
I couldn't help feeling obnoxiously superior to Angel sometimes. He'd been like a dry drunk, fighting the impulses Angelus whispered in his ear every day, and if he gave in to one he could be off the wagon into the bleak darkness even if Angelus stayed caged. Maybe if he'd tried to make peace with Angelus, tried to reach some sort of understanding, he wouldn't be gone now. It was petty and dreadful to think this, and feel this, but I did. Denying I felt it would just send me to the same crazytown again. Honesty was where you had to live as a souled demon if you wanted to stay whole and sane.
And honesty compelled me, listening to Lindsey spill forth the plans he had for me, for Fred, for the others, that Lindsey was an evil fuck prepared to hurt us for kicks and to gain power. Every inch as rotten as Angelus at his very worst and he was born with a soul and all. Angelus wasn't tearing him apart. I was betting he intended to keep him, maybe turn him. To Angelus, he was a bag of interesting knowledge and talent, not to be wasted. So I wouldn't scruple at doing something to him considerably less awful than he'd had planned for all of us.
Only Angelus wouldn't know the considerations, the calculations. He wouldn't know soul and demon agreed on this. He'd think he'd won. Which was fine too. Let him think it. It was the first advantage I'd had on him so far.
Walking back to the suite after the torture, I could tell he was powerfully aroused. He yanked the belt-leash to keep me next to him, his hand cupping my ass. In the elevator he stopped it partway, shoving me hard against the wall. I gasped and then his hand was gripping my hair and his mouth dominating mine, kissing me almost brutally. He ripped away my jeans in several hard tugs, and then his other hand had me, stroking and pulling my cock, working me to an almost indecently quick climax. I whimpered and moaned at the tugs, my own hands sliding down to undo his trousers and free his cock.
As I came he folded his hand over my cock-head, catching a good deal of my spend there. I had a notion of his intent, and I was right. He turned me hard to face the wall with the hand in my hair and shoved most of the come into me, using the rest on his cock. It was going to be a hard and dirty one then, no prep, no decent lube. But after watching Lindsey's torture, my demon was almost indecently eager for some pain with the pleasure.
He cleaved me open, it felt like, with his massive cock. I howled with the pain of it but my cock was already hardening again. He shoved all the way in, and held a moment, growling his own satisfaction, and using his fist in my hair to arch me back towards him. "Mine, brat, my property. Say it."
"Yours," I gasped out. "Your property." Fuck, it gave me such a deep twisted sense of being loved, of being needed when he was like this with me. I yowled softly, slipping into the soft, feline noises our demons used. I rolled my hips a little, urging him to take me.
He chuckled softly. "So hungry for it." He slammed in hard and began a punishing pace. I was impaled again and again, pushed up on my toes each time, yanked back against him by my hair. Pleasure and pain shot through me, and I was soon hard again, my length slapping my belly with each thrust.
He didn't try to hold back, didn't draw out the act. He rammed into me and howled his pleasure so it rang off the metallic walls of the elevator. He eyed my own newly-hard-again cock with amusement and pressed thumb and forefinger on it right under the head, forestalling for a while any attempts at climax for me. "You'll need that soon."
Ah, so it was gonna be now. He let me clean up quickly but then off to the 'playroom' we went. He was still dressed, but he had simply wrapped one of his oversized shirts on me and pulled me along. Not precisely like I've ever been all that modest.
Inside was still-naked Lindsey in the rack. He looked up at us as we came in. He wasn't that damaged, not really. Not enough to have stopped him from being hard on and off through the interrogation earlier. "Ah, Creepy and Creepy Junior. Come to have another go at me?"
"Not in the way you think. But you need a bit of medicine first." Angelus walked over and picked up a knife from a tray, cutting a shallow cut on his palm. Lindsey shook his head and Angelus just chuckled. He grabbed Lindsey's head and pulled it painfully back, getting a reflexive gasp long enough to allow blood to be poured into his mouth. He kept his hand in there, taking the bite Lindsey administered, which didn't last long as Angelus' hand tightened in his hair. He moved fingers to pinch Lindsey's nose closed and he began to swallow, he had no choice. After a few swallows by Lindsey, Angelus pulled his hands clear and let him breathe.
It was a bit impressive, really. Our recent diet of human blood enhanced with Slayer's blood had bumped up the effectiveness. Wounds and bruises disappeared within a few seconds. Even Lindsey's expression showed his obvious surprise. "Been eating your Wheaties, have you?"
"Mmm maybe you'll find out eventually. But now I'm wanting a bit of entertainment. Spike, fuck our guest here. Don't want to be rude and leave him in such a state but right now I'm not feeling generous with my cock. Rather keep it for your tight ass."
I was expecting it and moved in closer. "If you think he's worth it. I'm really good."
(continued in next chapter, which can be skipped by anyone upset by the subject matter)
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse 20- Consent
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angelus; discussion of Spike/Lindsey
CONTENT: rough sex (Angelus/Spike); bloodplay; mentions of torture (non-graphic); discussion of and lead up to non-con(Spike/Lindsey). The act itself, including foreplay for it, will all take place in the next chapter so those who do not want to read the subject matter can easily skip it.
SUMMARY: Spike contemplates what he thinks Angelus will want him to do to Lindsey. Twenty in the Victory Verse. Done for tamingthemuse #377 - Bleak.
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 x21 - "Power Play"
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: 1204 words.
Previous Parts- Victory Verse Masterlist ; and Victory Verse at Ao3 .
worksafe banner beneath the cut (bare male chests only) -
So this was Lindsey. I'd heard lots about him, mostly from Wes between bouts of kissing. Mmm now that was a pleasant block of memories, kissing Wes. He was a really good kisser and he smelled good. Like tweed and scotch and the fascinating faint scent of leather.
I knew what Angelus had in mind for later, assuming Lindsey was smart and survived this encounter relatively intact. I knew it as soon as he touched Lindsey's thigh and then looked at me, then back at Lindsey's obvious arousal. He was going to either ask or tell me to fuck him. A test, in his mind.
Of course he didn't understand me, didn't understand the comfortable union my demon and my soul had forged. I could do evil things if I chose without dying, I just had to suffer the consequences and what pangs my conscience would come up with for me. Only my conscience had the morality of a fanciful Victorian poet, and an imagination can excuse a lot. And I could do one thing bad and it would not necessarily mean anything about my future actions or about anything else.
I couldn't help feeling obnoxiously superior to Angel sometimes. He'd been like a dry drunk, fighting the impulses Angelus whispered in his ear every day, and if he gave in to one he could be off the wagon into the bleak darkness even if Angelus stayed caged. Maybe if he'd tried to make peace with Angelus, tried to reach some sort of understanding, he wouldn't be gone now. It was petty and dreadful to think this, and feel this, but I did. Denying I felt it would just send me to the same crazytown again. Honesty was where you had to live as a souled demon if you wanted to stay whole and sane.
And honesty compelled me, listening to Lindsey spill forth the plans he had for me, for Fred, for the others, that Lindsey was an evil fuck prepared to hurt us for kicks and to gain power. Every inch as rotten as Angelus at his very worst and he was born with a soul and all. Angelus wasn't tearing him apart. I was betting he intended to keep him, maybe turn him. To Angelus, he was a bag of interesting knowledge and talent, not to be wasted. So I wouldn't scruple at doing something to him considerably less awful than he'd had planned for all of us.
Only Angelus wouldn't know the considerations, the calculations. He wouldn't know soul and demon agreed on this. He'd think he'd won. Which was fine too. Let him think it. It was the first advantage I'd had on him so far.
Walking back to the suite after the torture, I could tell he was powerfully aroused. He yanked the belt-leash to keep me next to him, his hand cupping my ass. In the elevator he stopped it partway, shoving me hard against the wall. I gasped and then his hand was gripping my hair and his mouth dominating mine, kissing me almost brutally. He ripped away my jeans in several hard tugs, and then his other hand had me, stroking and pulling my cock, working me to an almost indecently quick climax. I whimpered and moaned at the tugs, my own hands sliding down to undo his trousers and free his cock.
As I came he folded his hand over my cock-head, catching a good deal of my spend there. I had a notion of his intent, and I was right. He turned me hard to face the wall with the hand in my hair and shoved most of the come into me, using the rest on his cock. It was going to be a hard and dirty one then, no prep, no decent lube. But after watching Lindsey's torture, my demon was almost indecently eager for some pain with the pleasure.
He cleaved me open, it felt like, with his massive cock. I howled with the pain of it but my cock was already hardening again. He shoved all the way in, and held a moment, growling his own satisfaction, and using his fist in my hair to arch me back towards him. "Mine, brat, my property. Say it."
"Yours," I gasped out. "Your property." Fuck, it gave me such a deep twisted sense of being loved, of being needed when he was like this with me. I yowled softly, slipping into the soft, feline noises our demons used. I rolled my hips a little, urging him to take me.
He chuckled softly. "So hungry for it." He slammed in hard and began a punishing pace. I was impaled again and again, pushed up on my toes each time, yanked back against him by my hair. Pleasure and pain shot through me, and I was soon hard again, my length slapping my belly with each thrust.
He didn't try to hold back, didn't draw out the act. He rammed into me and howled his pleasure so it rang off the metallic walls of the elevator. He eyed my own newly-hard-again cock with amusement and pressed thumb and forefinger on it right under the head, forestalling for a while any attempts at climax for me. "You'll need that soon."
Ah, so it was gonna be now. He let me clean up quickly but then off to the 'playroom' we went. He was still dressed, but he had simply wrapped one of his oversized shirts on me and pulled me along. Not precisely like I've ever been all that modest.
Inside was still-naked Lindsey in the rack. He looked up at us as we came in. He wasn't that damaged, not really. Not enough to have stopped him from being hard on and off through the interrogation earlier. "Ah, Creepy and Creepy Junior. Come to have another go at me?"
"Not in the way you think. But you need a bit of medicine first." Angelus walked over and picked up a knife from a tray, cutting a shallow cut on his palm. Lindsey shook his head and Angelus just chuckled. He grabbed Lindsey's head and pulled it painfully back, getting a reflexive gasp long enough to allow blood to be poured into his mouth. He kept his hand in there, taking the bite Lindsey administered, which didn't last long as Angelus' hand tightened in his hair. He moved fingers to pinch Lindsey's nose closed and he began to swallow, he had no choice. After a few swallows by Lindsey, Angelus pulled his hands clear and let him breathe.
It was a bit impressive, really. Our recent diet of human blood enhanced with Slayer's blood had bumped up the effectiveness. Wounds and bruises disappeared within a few seconds. Even Lindsey's expression showed his obvious surprise. "Been eating your Wheaties, have you?"
"Mmm maybe you'll find out eventually. But now I'm wanting a bit of entertainment. Spike, fuck our guest here. Don't want to be rude and leave him in such a state but right now I'm not feeling generous with my cock. Rather keep it for your tight ass."
I was expecting it and moved in closer. "If you think he's worth it. I'm really good."
(continued in next chapter, which can be skipped by anyone upset by the subject matter)
