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tamingthemuseTitle: The Guardian
Author: icemink
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Prompt: 57 Barophobia
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This is a dark and angsty fic, mostly concerning Angel's past with Darla. There's mention of non-con, a lot of this story is about prostitution, and there's a flashback to Angel and Darla when they are 17 that's very sexual in nature. And then of course there is some violence. I think that about covers it, but I'll add specific warnings for various chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to all sorts of other people like Joss, ME, and Fox. I just do strange things to them for free.
Previous chapters are here.
Chapter 10:
Angel slowly woke from a pleasant dream. The exact details fled quickly, but he knew it had involved Spike, he was fairly sure they had both been naked, and they had definitely been kissing.
He smiled as his sleep addled brain realized that the very body he'd been dreaming about was sharing the same bed with him. Guided by his morning erection he rolled over, intent on waking Spike with his mouth and his hands.
So he was more than a little upset when he opened his eyes to find the room empty. His pleasant mood instantly spoiled, he got up, to hunt down the boy he'd been dreaming about.
"Spike?" he called out. His voice echoed hollowly in the small apartment. A quick perusal revealed that he was the only one there.
"Fuck," he cursed, thinking that Spike might have stolen from his while he was asleep and taken off.
After a quick inventory of his possessions he found that the only thing that was missing was forty dollars from his wallet, which had been replaced by a note that read, "Add it to my tab."
Angel stared at the pretty cursive writing for several minutes, before deciding that he needed a shower and some coffee before he could deal with any of this.
After the shower he busied himself making breakfast, but only made enough for himself, if Spike reappeared he'd have to fend for himself.
But Spike didn't reappear. There was no sign of him, and it started to annoy the hell out of Angel. On the one hand if Spike had taken off for good he probably would have taken more than forty bucks and one change of clothes, on the other hand, maybe he only took that much because he figured that Angel wouldn't come after him for forty dollars.
The day wore on and there was still no sign of Spike. Finally Angel couldn't wait around any longer for the kid to show up. He couldn't spend his whole day waiting around, he had too many things to do. He grabbed two gym bags, locked the door, and headed to his car. If Spike returned, and had to sit on the door step, well that was just fine with Angel.
Angel's first stop was his martial arts class, something he was grateful for. Although he started out a bit distracted, there was soon no time for his mind to wander as he moved from one form to another, and tried to master the techniques he would need for his next belt test.
All too quickly though the class was over, and Angel's mind was once again free to wonder where Spike had gone. By the time he made it to the gym, which was his next stop, he was agitated again.
He left the gym bag containing his martial arts uniform in the car, and this time grabbed the second bag. He headed straight to the locker room and to locker 59. He turned the combination lock, and put the gym bag inside before shutting the locker.
Then he went to a different aisle of lockers and this time opened locker 23. He removed another gym bag from that locker, which looked identical to the one he had placed in the first locker. The only difference was this bag was filled with nothing but newspaper whereas the other one had been filled with cash. Once a month he followed this little ritual to pay off the local vice cops.
His next errand, although similar in nature, he dreaded. This time he drove downtown, where the shinning office towers cast their shadow on skid row. He let the valet take his keys at the coffee shop and went inside to order, a newspaper tucked under his arm.
After he got his coffee he sat down for a few minutes until he saw the man he was supposed to meet get his own drink. Then Angel moved to the stand with the sugar and the stirring straws and set down the paper as he pretended to stir up his coffee.
The other man picked up the paper which had more money hidden in it. Angel was just glad that he wasn't required to actually talk to Lindsey McDonald.
Perhaps he should have been grateful to Lindsey, without the young lawyer, Angel would have been either serving out a life sentence or sitting on death row for murder. But in Angel's mind it had always been Darla who had saved him. To begin with she had been the one to find Lindsey, and even if officially Lindsey had taken Angel's case pro bono, Angel was sure that Darla had been paying the lawyer in trade.
That was one of the main reasons Angel couldn't stand Lindsey. Angel had always believed that Lindsey had postponed the trial for as long as possible to give him more time with Darla.
And as far as Angel was concerned it was really Darla who had gotten him off. No one could have looked to her, or listened to her testimony and not feel sorry for her and Angel. She had looked radiant and sweet, like the girl next door, and she had put on a marvelous performance on the witness stand. She had played the part of a nice Christian girl who'd fallen upon bad times to a tee, and had the jury eating out of her hands.
But Lindsey was a necessary evil. They kept him on retainer, although they paid him under the table so that his firm didn't get it's cut of the money, and in return, Lindsey dealt with all their legal entanglements.
It took Angel nearly an hour to make it through traffic and out of downtown back to his apartment. He'd been expecting to see Spike stuck on the doorstep, waiting for Angel to unlock the door and let him in.
But there was no one there, and no sign that Spike had been back. Angel tried to busy himself around the apartment, and not to think of Spike, but as more and more time ticked by, he became more agitated. In the last few days he'd become accustomed to the noise and business that Spike brought to the small condo, and without him the place began to feel empty.
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Spike was feeling more chipper and optimistic as he got out of the cab than he had in a long time. It wasn’t as if his life was great, but for the first time it looked like things might actually work out.
He’d snuck off early that morning so that he could go to school without having to answer any questions of Angel’s. It had been a slightly awkward day, most of his teachers had been worried about him, and when they saw his new punk look were afraid that he was going to start slacking off on his school work.
But it was Friday and he had assured them that he would catch up with all his work over the weekend. Of course that would mean another trip to school the next day. He didn’t want to bring all of his books back to Angel’s place. Spike had learned in the fifth grade when he’d known what barophobia meant, that people didn’t like the smart kids.
His new look seemed to be helping with that at least. Although he’d gotten some disapproving looks from many of the jocks, at least today they hadn’t chosen to give him a hard time. Something told him it wouldn’t last. They might not know which group to put him in at the moment, but he was sure it wouldn’t be the popular one, it never was.
So he’d spent a couple hours after school catching up on his work in the library and he figured he’d do the same over the weekend.
A bit nervously he tried the door to Angel’s apartment, half afraid that it would be locked, but also feeling like an intruder. Even though he’d been staying there for a couple days, it didn’t feel like home, and he was afraid that Angel might have changed his mind and decided to kick him out.
He’d barely made it two steps inside when Angel was there looming over him. “Where the hell have you been?” Angel asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Don’t see how it’s any bleeding business of yours,” Spike retorted. Just as he’d feared it looked like Angel was sick of him and ready to boot him out just like his foster parents had.
“It’s my business if I say it is,” Angel said angrily. “So where have you been?”
Not wanting to admit to having gone to school, Spike tried to deflect the question, “Don’t see how it matters. Or was there some big important thing you needed me to do?”
Angel opened his mouth, and then shut it again. It was obvious that he hadn't had anything planned and was just an obnoxious controlling git. Spike smirked in triumph, and Angel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Pricing,” Angel said at last.
“Huh?”
“Pricing,” Angel repeated. “We have good relationships with our customers and we wouldn’t want to over charge them.”
“Thought you were all professional. Shouldn’t you know this stuff?” Spike asked.
Even thought he was sure Angel was making this up as he went along, Spike was pretty sure he knew where this was going to end up, and he wasn’t really sure how he felt about that. On the one hand it meant that Angel wasn’t kicking him out. And it wasn’t as if Spike hadn’t thought quite a lot about the mutual hand jobs they’d given each other the day before. But he was pretty sure that he didn’t want to have a ‘professional’ relationship with Angel either.
Angel’s smile sent shivers down Spike’s spine. “Well, I don’t know if you’re any good do I?” Angel’s eyes were beginning to darkened with lust. “How do I know if you really know how to suck a guy off?” Angel took a step forward until he was almost touching Spike. Then he leaned in and whispered in Spike’s ear, “Show me what you can do boy.”
There were a hundred reasons to not do this. At least Spike was pretty sure there were. But something about Angel’s tone sent tremors through younger man. And he couldn’t help but remember the tiny taste he’d had of Angel’s cock the other day, and how it had made him hunger for more.
Spike sank down to his knees without ever having consciously decided too. Before he fully processed what he was doing, he had Angel’s semi-hard cock in his hands.
He ran his tongue around the head, tracing it’s contours. Then he began to lick up and down the other man’s length, delighting in the way Angel was thickening in his hand.
He took his time licked the shaft completely from tip to base. As he did so he couldn’t help but notice Angel’s balls. His free hand moved to cup them, and suddenly Spike found himself wondering what it would be like to taste the silken sac.
Leaving one hand to stroke Angel’s cock, Spike dipped his head, and sucked one of the balls into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Angel cried out, and Spike could feel one of Angel’s hands tangle in his hear.
Enjoying the reaction that had gotten him, Spike moved on to the other one, delighting in the whimpers that elicited.
But Spike found he didn’t want this over quickly. Just like when he’d given Angel the hand job, Spike felt a flush of power run through his body. There was something exciting about having the large intimidating man whimpering and moaning. Spike felt in control, and he liked it.
So he returned his attention to Angel’s cock. He ran his tongue over the weeping slit, spreading the pre-come over the tip, and enjoying the flavor. The next step was a bit more problematic. Angel was larger than any of the handful of johns that Spike had serviced.
As Spike tried to take him into his mouth, he found that he couldn’t take Angel in nearly as deeply as he wanted to. So he kept his hand around the base of Angel’s cock and used that to pump more of the length as Angel began to thrust in and out of his mouth.
“That’s it boy, fuck yeah!” Angel encouraged as his grip on Spike’s hair tightened.
With every word Angel spoke, Spike could feel himself getting harder and harder. His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight and he let his free hand work his own fly open.
As Angel’s thrusts increased, Spike could tell that the big man was reaching the end, and Spike tried to slow things down so that it wouldn’t be over too soon. Spike had his own erection in hand and was pumping it in time to Angel’s thrusts, but he wasn’t gong to get off quickly enough to keep up with Angel.
But the big man had Spike in too strong a grip. Spike found his control slipping away, as Angel held his head in place and continued to fuck his mouth, and a moment later Angel cried out and came, spilling his seed into Spike’s mouth.
Angel let go of Spike and stumbled back onto the couch, a look of satisfaction crossing his face.
Spike examined the contented man, and with a smirk asked, “So that good enough for you?”
Author: icemink
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Prompt: 57 Barophobia
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This is a dark and angsty fic, mostly concerning Angel's past with Darla. There's mention of non-con, a lot of this story is about prostitution, and there's a flashback to Angel and Darla when they are 17 that's very sexual in nature. And then of course there is some violence. I think that about covers it, but I'll add specific warnings for various chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to all sorts of other people like Joss, ME, and Fox. I just do strange things to them for free.
Previous chapters are here.
Chapter 10:
Angel slowly woke from a pleasant dream. The exact details fled quickly, but he knew it had involved Spike, he was fairly sure they had both been naked, and they had definitely been kissing.
He smiled as his sleep addled brain realized that the very body he'd been dreaming about was sharing the same bed with him. Guided by his morning erection he rolled over, intent on waking Spike with his mouth and his hands.
So he was more than a little upset when he opened his eyes to find the room empty. His pleasant mood instantly spoiled, he got up, to hunt down the boy he'd been dreaming about.
"Spike?" he called out. His voice echoed hollowly in the small apartment. A quick perusal revealed that he was the only one there.
"Fuck," he cursed, thinking that Spike might have stolen from his while he was asleep and taken off.
After a quick inventory of his possessions he found that the only thing that was missing was forty dollars from his wallet, which had been replaced by a note that read, "Add it to my tab."
Angel stared at the pretty cursive writing for several minutes, before deciding that he needed a shower and some coffee before he could deal with any of this.
After the shower he busied himself making breakfast, but only made enough for himself, if Spike reappeared he'd have to fend for himself.
But Spike didn't reappear. There was no sign of him, and it started to annoy the hell out of Angel. On the one hand if Spike had taken off for good he probably would have taken more than forty bucks and one change of clothes, on the other hand, maybe he only took that much because he figured that Angel wouldn't come after him for forty dollars.
The day wore on and there was still no sign of Spike. Finally Angel couldn't wait around any longer for the kid to show up. He couldn't spend his whole day waiting around, he had too many things to do. He grabbed two gym bags, locked the door, and headed to his car. If Spike returned, and had to sit on the door step, well that was just fine with Angel.
Angel's first stop was his martial arts class, something he was grateful for. Although he started out a bit distracted, there was soon no time for his mind to wander as he moved from one form to another, and tried to master the techniques he would need for his next belt test.
All too quickly though the class was over, and Angel's mind was once again free to wonder where Spike had gone. By the time he made it to the gym, which was his next stop, he was agitated again.
He left the gym bag containing his martial arts uniform in the car, and this time grabbed the second bag. He headed straight to the locker room and to locker 59. He turned the combination lock, and put the gym bag inside before shutting the locker.
Then he went to a different aisle of lockers and this time opened locker 23. He removed another gym bag from that locker, which looked identical to the one he had placed in the first locker. The only difference was this bag was filled with nothing but newspaper whereas the other one had been filled with cash. Once a month he followed this little ritual to pay off the local vice cops.
His next errand, although similar in nature, he dreaded. This time he drove downtown, where the shinning office towers cast their shadow on skid row. He let the valet take his keys at the coffee shop and went inside to order, a newspaper tucked under his arm.
After he got his coffee he sat down for a few minutes until he saw the man he was supposed to meet get his own drink. Then Angel moved to the stand with the sugar and the stirring straws and set down the paper as he pretended to stir up his coffee.
The other man picked up the paper which had more money hidden in it. Angel was just glad that he wasn't required to actually talk to Lindsey McDonald.
Perhaps he should have been grateful to Lindsey, without the young lawyer, Angel would have been either serving out a life sentence or sitting on death row for murder. But in Angel's mind it had always been Darla who had saved him. To begin with she had been the one to find Lindsey, and even if officially Lindsey had taken Angel's case pro bono, Angel was sure that Darla had been paying the lawyer in trade.
That was one of the main reasons Angel couldn't stand Lindsey. Angel had always believed that Lindsey had postponed the trial for as long as possible to give him more time with Darla.
And as far as Angel was concerned it was really Darla who had gotten him off. No one could have looked to her, or listened to her testimony and not feel sorry for her and Angel. She had looked radiant and sweet, like the girl next door, and she had put on a marvelous performance on the witness stand. She had played the part of a nice Christian girl who'd fallen upon bad times to a tee, and had the jury eating out of her hands.
But Lindsey was a necessary evil. They kept him on retainer, although they paid him under the table so that his firm didn't get it's cut of the money, and in return, Lindsey dealt with all their legal entanglements.
It took Angel nearly an hour to make it through traffic and out of downtown back to his apartment. He'd been expecting to see Spike stuck on the doorstep, waiting for Angel to unlock the door and let him in.
But there was no one there, and no sign that Spike had been back. Angel tried to busy himself around the apartment, and not to think of Spike, but as more and more time ticked by, he became more agitated. In the last few days he'd become accustomed to the noise and business that Spike brought to the small condo, and without him the place began to feel empty.
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Spike was feeling more chipper and optimistic as he got out of the cab than he had in a long time. It wasn’t as if his life was great, but for the first time it looked like things might actually work out.
He’d snuck off early that morning so that he could go to school without having to answer any questions of Angel’s. It had been a slightly awkward day, most of his teachers had been worried about him, and when they saw his new punk look were afraid that he was going to start slacking off on his school work.
But it was Friday and he had assured them that he would catch up with all his work over the weekend. Of course that would mean another trip to school the next day. He didn’t want to bring all of his books back to Angel’s place. Spike had learned in the fifth grade when he’d known what barophobia meant, that people didn’t like the smart kids.
His new look seemed to be helping with that at least. Although he’d gotten some disapproving looks from many of the jocks, at least today they hadn’t chosen to give him a hard time. Something told him it wouldn’t last. They might not know which group to put him in at the moment, but he was sure it wouldn’t be the popular one, it never was.
So he’d spent a couple hours after school catching up on his work in the library and he figured he’d do the same over the weekend.
A bit nervously he tried the door to Angel’s apartment, half afraid that it would be locked, but also feeling like an intruder. Even though he’d been staying there for a couple days, it didn’t feel like home, and he was afraid that Angel might have changed his mind and decided to kick him out.
He’d barely made it two steps inside when Angel was there looming over him. “Where the hell have you been?” Angel asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Don’t see how it’s any bleeding business of yours,” Spike retorted. Just as he’d feared it looked like Angel was sick of him and ready to boot him out just like his foster parents had.
“It’s my business if I say it is,” Angel said angrily. “So where have you been?”
Not wanting to admit to having gone to school, Spike tried to deflect the question, “Don’t see how it matters. Or was there some big important thing you needed me to do?”
Angel opened his mouth, and then shut it again. It was obvious that he hadn't had anything planned and was just an obnoxious controlling git. Spike smirked in triumph, and Angel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Pricing,” Angel said at last.
“Huh?”
“Pricing,” Angel repeated. “We have good relationships with our customers and we wouldn’t want to over charge them.”
“Thought you were all professional. Shouldn’t you know this stuff?” Spike asked.
Even thought he was sure Angel was making this up as he went along, Spike was pretty sure he knew where this was going to end up, and he wasn’t really sure how he felt about that. On the one hand it meant that Angel wasn’t kicking him out. And it wasn’t as if Spike hadn’t thought quite a lot about the mutual hand jobs they’d given each other the day before. But he was pretty sure that he didn’t want to have a ‘professional’ relationship with Angel either.
Angel’s smile sent shivers down Spike’s spine. “Well, I don’t know if you’re any good do I?” Angel’s eyes were beginning to darkened with lust. “How do I know if you really know how to suck a guy off?” Angel took a step forward until he was almost touching Spike. Then he leaned in and whispered in Spike’s ear, “Show me what you can do boy.”
There were a hundred reasons to not do this. At least Spike was pretty sure there were. But something about Angel’s tone sent tremors through younger man. And he couldn’t help but remember the tiny taste he’d had of Angel’s cock the other day, and how it had made him hunger for more.
Spike sank down to his knees without ever having consciously decided too. Before he fully processed what he was doing, he had Angel’s semi-hard cock in his hands.
He ran his tongue around the head, tracing it’s contours. Then he began to lick up and down the other man’s length, delighting in the way Angel was thickening in his hand.
He took his time licked the shaft completely from tip to base. As he did so he couldn’t help but notice Angel’s balls. His free hand moved to cup them, and suddenly Spike found himself wondering what it would be like to taste the silken sac.
Leaving one hand to stroke Angel’s cock, Spike dipped his head, and sucked one of the balls into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Angel cried out, and Spike could feel one of Angel’s hands tangle in his hear.
Enjoying the reaction that had gotten him, Spike moved on to the other one, delighting in the whimpers that elicited.
But Spike found he didn’t want this over quickly. Just like when he’d given Angel the hand job, Spike felt a flush of power run through his body. There was something exciting about having the large intimidating man whimpering and moaning. Spike felt in control, and he liked it.
So he returned his attention to Angel’s cock. He ran his tongue over the weeping slit, spreading the pre-come over the tip, and enjoying the flavor. The next step was a bit more problematic. Angel was larger than any of the handful of johns that Spike had serviced.
As Spike tried to take him into his mouth, he found that he couldn’t take Angel in nearly as deeply as he wanted to. So he kept his hand around the base of Angel’s cock and used that to pump more of the length as Angel began to thrust in and out of his mouth.
“That’s it boy, fuck yeah!” Angel encouraged as his grip on Spike’s hair tightened.
With every word Angel spoke, Spike could feel himself getting harder and harder. His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight and he let his free hand work his own fly open.
As Angel’s thrusts increased, Spike could tell that the big man was reaching the end, and Spike tried to slow things down so that it wouldn’t be over too soon. Spike had his own erection in hand and was pumping it in time to Angel’s thrusts, but he wasn’t gong to get off quickly enough to keep up with Angel.
But the big man had Spike in too strong a grip. Spike found his control slipping away, as Angel held his head in place and continued to fuck his mouth, and a moment later Angel cried out and came, spilling his seed into Spike’s mouth.
Angel let go of Spike and stumbled back onto the couch, a look of satisfaction crossing his face.
Spike examined the contented man, and with a smirk asked, “So that good enough for you?”
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Date: 2007-08-26 10:09 pm (UTC)Once more, really glad I stumbled into this world...