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tamingthemuseSorry there is no update for The Boy Next Door this week. I fought hard with this prompt and Stanzie all put threatened to run away if I pushed her any harder. Then she gave me this. I liked it. I hope you do too. He'll hope for a more cooperative prompt for next week. *g*
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tamingthemuse prompt of "Arctophile" - someone who collects teddy bears.
Title: Hiding in Plain Sight
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 61 - Arctophile
Pairing: None, Angelus-centric
Rating: Mature/Adults only - It is Angelus, after all.
Spoilers: Season Two of BtVS.
Warnings: Wanking and mentions of torture - again, it's Angelus.
Word Count: 1,000
Hiding in Plain Sight
Slipping inside the small room, the beast looked around, not completely surprised at the vision before him. He knew the little redheaded witch was not at home, having seen her with the Slayer not long before. His minions would be keeping them all busy tonight so he could enjoy his time alone.
Angelus trailed him fingers over the soft, unadorned comforter draped over the average sized bed. He had expected something fuzzy and cuddly from the young girl, as if she were some sort of rabid arctophile with piles of smiling teddy bears cluttering her room with their blank, black eyes and constricting ribbon collars.
But she had surprised him.
They all had, really. Even Giles. They all had more, and in some cases less, than he'd imagined.
Buffy's room he'd seen many times, with its soft innocent femininity and delicate, sweet smell. It struck him as ironic that the most powerful girl in the world could smell and feel as soft and gentle as a newborn babe. The thought excited the demon. Just knowing that someday he was going to break that delicate balance made the monster inside ache to be released.
Angelus chuckled at the thought as he remembered searching the Watcher's apartment. It was small and unassuming, so much like the man who dwelled within its walls, but also like the man, it hid many secrets. He'd found many books hidden away; books that held some of the darkest secrets of the magic he guarded so carefully from his charges. There were albums that teased the vampire's imagination as he searched the titles, intrigued by the boy who had become this Watcher. He wondered how much of Ripper was still inside and to what lengths he would have to go to bring him out again. It could be delicious – or painful. Either way, Angelus was sure it would be worth it.
Xander's room wasn't even really a room. The demon could hardly believe the boy lived in the small, dank basement. Sure, he had a room on the second floor, but upon exploring, the vampire discovered the boy's scent was most prominent beneath the house. Angelus wondered if Xander felt like he belonged there, beneath his family, hidden away in the dark recesses of their home. He searched every corner of the small room, finding hints of darkness and despair clinging to every surface. The scent of blood and come hung in the air and the demon yearned to know what the boy did down here in the dark, craving the taste of Xander's pain on his tongue.
And now Willow's room was as much a revelation as it was a mystery. The room was too generic, too normal for the girl he knew lived inside its walls. He'd expected fuzzy things and hints of a youth still clinging to the past. Her wardrobe hinted to as much, but this room was quiet and reserved, almost as if it were decorated and maintained by someone else. Her intelligence shone through in the collection of books stacked around the room and the journal hidden within the small desk. The vampire found the scent of incense and powerful herbs, knowing she had performed spells here, hidden away in a room that wasn't really her own.
Searching for what he came here for, Angelus smiled when he found the bottle of lotion sitting on the bedside table. It had a light strawberry scent that the monster recognized as belonging to the young witch and he smiled as he poured a small measure out into the palm of his hand.
Settling on the nondescript bed, Angelus deftly undid his leather trousers single-handedly, exposing his half-hard cock. He thought about how angry and distraught they would be when they discovered that he had been in their homes, desecrating their things, that he could have tortured their families if he so desired.
The thought of their fear and pain excited him, bringing him to full hardness as he stroked himself with the silky lotion. He thought of Buffy's tears sliding down her rounded cheeks, sweet drops of pain falling from her reddened hazel eyes. He imagined the stony glares from the Watcher as Giles held back his cries when Angelus tortured him. The silence always made the screams that much more delicious. He dreamt of Xander's pained moans as he took the boy, making him love the erotic torture he would deliver. He would find Xander's deepest, darkest desires and turn them against him, making his pleasure his shame.
Then he brought up an image of Willow as a dark, wicked queen. Everyone always underestimates the quiet ones, but not Angelus. He would cultivate the magic she held inside, letting her unleash her every desire through the evil she hid beneath fuzzy pink sweaters and silly, striped shirts.
He would take them all and make them his, crafted them after his own image. They would be beautiful in their darkness and he would be unstoppable.
The ministrations of his hand on his aching cock and the images of his wicked beauties were too much and Angelus arched off the bed as he came hard in his stroking hand. He made sure to catch every last drop, not wanting to miss a single one, before picking up the half full lotion bottle and pouring his spill inside.
He chuckled as he shook the bottle to make sure his essence would not be detected by the young witch. He thought about his other secret presents; Buffy's conditioner, Giles' aftershave, Xander's cologne. Things he knew they wore daily. Things that would carry his scent and let every demon know they were marked by a Master.
As he stood, Angelus decided it was time to let the Scoobies know that none of them were safe from him, not even in their own homes.
He smiled down at the small creatures floating peacefully in the small aquarium. It was the one thing in the room that seemed completely Willow's.
Besides, it had been a long time since Angelus had last been fishing.
~~~The End~~~
Written for the
tamingthemuse prompt of "Arctophile" - someone who collects teddy bears.Title: Hiding in Plain Sight
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 61 - Arctophile
Pairing: None, Angelus-centric
Rating: Mature/Adults only - It is Angelus, after all.
Spoilers: Season Two of BtVS.
Warnings: Wanking and mentions of torture - again, it's Angelus.
Word Count: 1,000
Slipping inside the small room, the beast looked around, not completely surprised at the vision before him. He knew the little redheaded witch was not at home, having seen her with the Slayer not long before. His minions would be keeping them all busy tonight so he could enjoy his time alone.
Angelus trailed him fingers over the soft, unadorned comforter draped over the average sized bed. He had expected something fuzzy and cuddly from the young girl, as if she were some sort of rabid arctophile with piles of smiling teddy bears cluttering her room with their blank, black eyes and constricting ribbon collars.
But she had surprised him.
They all had, really. Even Giles. They all had more, and in some cases less, than he'd imagined.
Buffy's room he'd seen many times, with its soft innocent femininity and delicate, sweet smell. It struck him as ironic that the most powerful girl in the world could smell and feel as soft and gentle as a newborn babe. The thought excited the demon. Just knowing that someday he was going to break that delicate balance made the monster inside ache to be released.
Angelus chuckled at the thought as he remembered searching the Watcher's apartment. It was small and unassuming, so much like the man who dwelled within its walls, but also like the man, it hid many secrets. He'd found many books hidden away; books that held some of the darkest secrets of the magic he guarded so carefully from his charges. There were albums that teased the vampire's imagination as he searched the titles, intrigued by the boy who had become this Watcher. He wondered how much of Ripper was still inside and to what lengths he would have to go to bring him out again. It could be delicious – or painful. Either way, Angelus was sure it would be worth it.
Xander's room wasn't even really a room. The demon could hardly believe the boy lived in the small, dank basement. Sure, he had a room on the second floor, but upon exploring, the vampire discovered the boy's scent was most prominent beneath the house. Angelus wondered if Xander felt like he belonged there, beneath his family, hidden away in the dark recesses of their home. He searched every corner of the small room, finding hints of darkness and despair clinging to every surface. The scent of blood and come hung in the air and the demon yearned to know what the boy did down here in the dark, craving the taste of Xander's pain on his tongue.
And now Willow's room was as much a revelation as it was a mystery. The room was too generic, too normal for the girl he knew lived inside its walls. He'd expected fuzzy things and hints of a youth still clinging to the past. Her wardrobe hinted to as much, but this room was quiet and reserved, almost as if it were decorated and maintained by someone else. Her intelligence shone through in the collection of books stacked around the room and the journal hidden within the small desk. The vampire found the scent of incense and powerful herbs, knowing she had performed spells here, hidden away in a room that wasn't really her own.
Searching for what he came here for, Angelus smiled when he found the bottle of lotion sitting on the bedside table. It had a light strawberry scent that the monster recognized as belonging to the young witch and he smiled as he poured a small measure out into the palm of his hand.
Settling on the nondescript bed, Angelus deftly undid his leather trousers single-handedly, exposing his half-hard cock. He thought about how angry and distraught they would be when they discovered that he had been in their homes, desecrating their things, that he could have tortured their families if he so desired.
The thought of their fear and pain excited him, bringing him to full hardness as he stroked himself with the silky lotion. He thought of Buffy's tears sliding down her rounded cheeks, sweet drops of pain falling from her reddened hazel eyes. He imagined the stony glares from the Watcher as Giles held back his cries when Angelus tortured him. The silence always made the screams that much more delicious. He dreamt of Xander's pained moans as he took the boy, making him love the erotic torture he would deliver. He would find Xander's deepest, darkest desires and turn them against him, making his pleasure his shame.
Then he brought up an image of Willow as a dark, wicked queen. Everyone always underestimates the quiet ones, but not Angelus. He would cultivate the magic she held inside, letting her unleash her every desire through the evil she hid beneath fuzzy pink sweaters and silly, striped shirts.
He would take them all and make them his, crafted them after his own image. They would be beautiful in their darkness and he would be unstoppable.
The ministrations of his hand on his aching cock and the images of his wicked beauties were too much and Angelus arched off the bed as he came hard in his stroking hand. He made sure to catch every last drop, not wanting to miss a single one, before picking up the half full lotion bottle and pouring his spill inside.
He chuckled as he shook the bottle to make sure his essence would not be detected by the young witch. He thought about his other secret presents; Buffy's conditioner, Giles' aftershave, Xander's cologne. Things he knew they wore daily. Things that would carry his scent and let every demon know they were marked by a Master.
As he stood, Angelus decided it was time to let the Scoobies know that none of them were safe from him, not even in their own homes.
He smiled down at the small creatures floating peacefully in the small aquarium. It was the one thing in the room that seemed completely Willow's.
Besides, it had been a long time since Angelus had last been fishing.
~~~The End~~~
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Date: 2007-09-23 03:26 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2007-09-23 04:32 am (UTC)*hugs you hard*
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Date: 2007-09-23 04:42 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2007-09-23 11:39 am (UTC)Very nice indeed.
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Date: 2007-09-24 12:26 pm (UTC)Shivers theatrically. Well done, love.
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:36 am (UTC)So glad you liked, honey.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:37 am (UTC)*huggles*
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Date: 2007-09-26 09:03 am (UTC)There simply isn't enough good Angelus fic out there, and this was outstanding. You really got inside him and I love the quietness and subtlety of the piece with the threads of malice running through it. He is violent, but that's secondary to him when it comes to fucking with people.
The hints about what was happening with the scoobies - particularly Xander - were awesome too. Despairing and chilling and achingly private. Beautiful!