Seen, Not Heard
Part 4.
The following evening, Spike had just woken and was listening to his radio when Angel burst in.
He jumped and switched the radio off.
“You’d better be ready for me boy!” Angel bellowed.
Spike jumped out of bed and pulled off his robe, staring at Angel’s face, covered in scratches and bruises.
“What happened to you sire?”
Angel roughly pushed him to the bed.
“Bend over.”
Spike bent over the bed and spread his legs.
Angel unzipped himself.
“Took out a few demons. Made me horny.”
He shoved a finger inside Spike and pumped it in and out a few times.
He gripped Spike’s hips and forced his cock inside.
He fucked Spike hard and fast, the excitement of the fight carrying him.
Howling as he came, his fingers dug into Spike’s flesh, drawing blood.
He pulled out and staggered back.
“Clean me.” He ordered.
Spike turned and dropped to his knees, come trickling from his hole.
He licked Angel’s softening cock clean.
“Good boy.” Angel said, ruffling Spike’s hair.
“Now, go shower. I want to watch you.”
Spike stood and walked to the bathroom, followed by his sire.
He turned the shower on and slowly washed himself.
Angel leant back on the wall and leered at him.
Angel nodded to him to indicate he could finish and Spike shut the shower off.
He stepped out and took a towel from Angel.
He looked around.
“Sire - where are my clothes?”
Angel grinned.
“I didn’t bring them. You have the night off.”
Spike managed a small smile.
“I thought you could entertain me instead.”
“Yes sire.”
Angel walked out of the bathroom.
Spike followed and stood in front of Angel when he sat on the bed.
“Sit on the floor.” Angel said, pulling Spike’s towel off.
Spike sat down.
He was amazed when Angel started to dry his hair for him.
He looked up at Angel’s face. He couldn’t read the expression.
“You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?”
“Yes sire.”
“You’ll keep on earning money for me?”
“Yes sire.”
“And you’ll do as you’re told?”
“Yes sire.”
“Then we should get along fine.”
Angel dropped the towel to the floor.
“Lay face down on the bed. I want to look at you.”
Spike waited for Angel to move then lay down on the bed.
His buttocks were parted and his hole brushed gently with a finger.
“Healing nicely.” He murmured.
“Move over, I want to rest for a while.”
The fight and the fuck afterwards had tired Angel.
Spike rolled onto his side, facing Angel.
Angel flopped down.
“Don’t try anything stupid.”
Spike opened his eyes slowly. They’d both fallen asleep and during that sleep, Angel had pulled Spike close to him, his face against Angel’s chest, his naked body held tightly against Angel’s clothed one. He was warm and for a brief moment, he felt happy.
Angel shifted slightly, his nipple brushing against Spike’s lips through his open shirt.
Spike’s stomach rumbled.
“Silly me,” he heard Angel say, “I forgot to feed you. How careless I am. I didn’t bring any blood with me.”
“I’ll be ok.” Spike said against Angel’s nipple, unable to avoid touching it with his lips.
“Oh I know you will. Because I’m going to let you feed from me and then you’re going to ride me until I’m fully satisfied. Do you understand?”
“Yes sire.” Spike breathed on Angel’s hard nipple.
Angel rolled them so that Spike lay on top.
He’d left his zipper undone from earlier and his cock was hard and free.
Spike lifted his head.
Angel leered at him.
“Show me how much you miss your daddy, little boy.”
He thrust his hips up on the words ‘little boy’.
Spike hardened at the words.
He dropped his head and licked Angel’s nipple.
Angel groaned.
“Do you love your daddy?”
“Yes.” Spike replied as a tear plopped onto Angel’s chest.
“How much do you miss him?”
“I miss him more than my heartbeat.”
Spike suckled on the nipple.
Angel grinned a wicked grin.
“Show me what you did to daddy when he still loved you.”
Spike whimpered as his face shifted. He carefully pierced Angel’s skin and suckled once more.
Then his face returned to human features.
Angel looked down.
“There he is - daddy’s beautiful baby boy.”
The words tore at Spike. He wanted his daddy back so much. He wanted to trust this man who spoke with daddy’s voice and said the things daddy used to say.
He sucked noisily from Angel.
Angel groaned.
“Ride daddy’s cock baby, sit on it and fuck daddy hard.”
Spike’s cock throbbed. He lifted up, never breaking the contact of feeding and sank down on the swollen cock.
“You’ve had enough. Sit up and fuck me bitch.”
Spike stopped feeding and sat up, staring at Angel.
Angel sneered.
“That’s right boy, daddy doesn’t love you.”
“You’re wrong! He does!”
“I told you to fuck me!”
Angel punched Spike and grabbed his hips. He thrust up hard.
“Daddy loves me!” Spike sobbed.
The next punch resulted in a crunch as it landed on Spike’s nose.
“Daddy doesn’t love slutty boys who spread their legs for humans.”
“You made me!” Spike cried.
“Because it’s the only thing you’re good for.”
Angel thrust up again and again.
“Daddy’s not coming back for you, you’re dirty now.”
Distraught, Spike forgot what he was doing and threw a punch at Angel.
Angel roared and pushed Spike off him. He leapt up and threw Spike from the bed and against the wall.
Spike tried to stand up but Angel punched and kicked him into a small ball on the floor.
Spike covered his face to protect himself and to hide the tears.
He was grabbed round the waist, hauled to his knees and penetrated once more.
Spike was fucked viciously until he begged for mercy.
Angel laughed.
“No one is ever going to help you.”
And with that, he released his orgasm into his sobbing childe.
He pulled out, allowing the last few drops of come to drip onto Spike then he tucked himself away.
He stepped back and aimed a kick at Spike’s ribs.
“Thanks for entertaining me bitch. I’ve enjoyed myself knowing you haven’t liked a single thing I’ve done to you.”
He turned and left.
Spike lay motionless on the floor as he bled from various parts of his body.
He had no more tears left to cry.
Cordelia watched as Angel disappeared into his office.
“Wes!” she hissed.
Wes walked over to her.
“Have you noticed something funny about Angel?”
“Other than the usual vampire habits? No, why?”
Cordelia shook her head.
“I don’t know. He just seems different. I think he’s up to something.”
Cordelia waited.
She’d left work early, telling Angel she had a date and needed to leave early in order to get ready. He’d agreed and smiled, wishing her luck.
She’d left the building, the false smile fading the moment the door closed behind her.
Now she was sitting across the road from the Hyperion, waiting for Angel to emerge.
She checked her camera once more, feeling a little guilty for spying on her friend but also knowing that he hadn’t been his usual self for a few days and she couldn’t figure out why.
After an hour of waiting, Angel finally left the building and headed for his car.
Cordelia waited until she was sure Angel wouldn’t see her in the traffic behind him and began to tail him.
A short ride later, Cordelia watched as Angel headed down some steps to a basement apartment carrying what looked like an armful of clothes. She took a few pictures as he descended then put her camera down.
“Maybe he has a girlfriend?” she wondered aloud. She shook her head. Somehow she knew that wasn’t the case.
She fumbled for her camera when she saw Angel again. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Spike was behind him.
“What the hell?!” she exclaimed.
She took a few more pictures, capturing Spike hesitating when Angel gestured to the car and Angel punching him. She frowned as Angel pushed Spike into his car.
Now she knew why Angel was behaving differently. Spike was here. But why? And why hadn’t Angel told them that he was in town?
She tailed Angel’s car again as he drove a short distance to a bar. He manhandled Spike from the car and into the bar.
She took photos of the bar from the outside, wracking her brains when she looked at the name. It seemed familiar.
Half an hour later she remembered. They’d investigated the bar some time ago after other nearby establishments had made complaints about the business. Their investigation had led to nothing, other than the discovery that the business within the bar was a demon whorehouse. The owner had assured them that nothing was being carried out without the consent of everyone involved. There was nothing they could do after that and had left the owner to it.
So why was Angel bringing Spike here?
After waiting at least another hour, Cordelia had her answer. Angel came out of the bar, half pulling, half carrying Spike who appeared to be semi-conscious and in a great deal of pain.
Cordelia’s camera clicked and whirred as she took several pictures.
Feeling nauseous, she followed Angel again as he drove Spike back to the apartment.
Her anger flared when, as Angel got Spike out of the car, he rubbed his hand against the younger vampire’s crotch.
She disregarded her own feelings towards Spike and wondered how the hell Angel, the supposed champion, could treat anyone like that. He had a mission, he was meant to help the helpless.
Spike had certainly appeared helpless.
She picked up her cell phone from the passenger seat and searched through the memory until she found the number she wanted. She dialled and waited.
“Willow! Hey, it’s me! I was just sitting here wondering how everyone was. So, spill it!”
Cordelia listened as Willow filled her in on the latest news, some of it boring, some of it interesting. The final headline caused a flurry of emotion.
After saying goodbye to Willow, Cordelia put the phone back down and stared across at the apartment.
Spike was a vampire. He’d done some very nasty things. Angel was also a vampire who had done equally, if not more, nasty things.
Angel had a soul now and was trying to help people who couldn’t help themselves.
Spike had something in his brain that stopped him hurting humans, more or less rendering him helpless. If he couldn’t hurt humans, then he couldn’t defend himself either. Angel was quite happily taking him along to a demon whorehouse to let humans do whatever they wanted to Spike for the right price.
Cordelia was pissed. She got out of the car and crossed the road.
As she reached the top of the steps, she froze.
She could hear Spike howling in what could only be described as pure agony.
Then she heard Angel’s voice bellow out.
“I don’t care if your face is all smashed up - you can still suck my fucking dick you useless whore!”
She turned and fled back to the car, tears streaming down her face.
Cordelia tried to compose herself in the car. When she saw Angel leaving the apartment later, she put her hand on the catch to open the door but changed her mind. There were things to do before confronting him.
Angel was carrying the same items out to the car as he’d taken in with him earlier.
He drove off.
Cordelia waited for a few minutes before heading off in the opposite direction.
The following evening, Spike had just woken and was listening to his radio when Angel burst in.
He jumped and switched the radio off.
“You’d better be ready for me boy!” Angel bellowed.
Spike jumped out of bed and pulled off his robe, staring at Angel’s face, covered in scratches and bruises.
“What happened to you sire?”
Angel roughly pushed him to the bed.
“Bend over.”
Spike bent over the bed and spread his legs.
Angel unzipped himself.
“Took out a few demons. Made me horny.”
He shoved a finger inside Spike and pumped it in and out a few times.
He gripped Spike’s hips and forced his cock inside.
He fucked Spike hard and fast, the excitement of the fight carrying him.
Howling as he came, his fingers dug into Spike’s flesh, drawing blood.
He pulled out and staggered back.
“Clean me.” He ordered.
Spike turned and dropped to his knees, come trickling from his hole.
He licked Angel’s softening cock clean.
“Good boy.” Angel said, ruffling Spike’s hair.
“Now, go shower. I want to watch you.”
Spike stood and walked to the bathroom, followed by his sire.
He turned the shower on and slowly washed himself.
Angel leant back on the wall and leered at him.
Angel nodded to him to indicate he could finish and Spike shut the shower off.
He stepped out and took a towel from Angel.
He looked around.
“Sire - where are my clothes?”
Angel grinned.
“I didn’t bring them. You have the night off.”
Spike managed a small smile.
“I thought you could entertain me instead.”
“Yes sire.”
Angel walked out of the bathroom.
Spike followed and stood in front of Angel when he sat on the bed.
“Sit on the floor.” Angel said, pulling Spike’s towel off.
Spike sat down.
He was amazed when Angel started to dry his hair for him.
He looked up at Angel’s face. He couldn’t read the expression.
“You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?”
“Yes sire.”
“You’ll keep on earning money for me?”
“Yes sire.”
“And you’ll do as you’re told?”
“Yes sire.”
“Then we should get along fine.”
Angel dropped the towel to the floor.
“Lay face down on the bed. I want to look at you.”
Spike waited for Angel to move then lay down on the bed.
His buttocks were parted and his hole brushed gently with a finger.
“Healing nicely.” He murmured.
“Move over, I want to rest for a while.”
The fight and the fuck afterwards had tired Angel.
Spike rolled onto his side, facing Angel.
Angel flopped down.
“Don’t try anything stupid.”
Spike opened his eyes slowly. They’d both fallen asleep and during that sleep, Angel had pulled Spike close to him, his face against Angel’s chest, his naked body held tightly against Angel’s clothed one. He was warm and for a brief moment, he felt happy.
Angel shifted slightly, his nipple brushing against Spike’s lips through his open shirt.
Spike’s stomach rumbled.
“Silly me,” he heard Angel say, “I forgot to feed you. How careless I am. I didn’t bring any blood with me.”
“I’ll be ok.” Spike said against Angel’s nipple, unable to avoid touching it with his lips.
“Oh I know you will. Because I’m going to let you feed from me and then you’re going to ride me until I’m fully satisfied. Do you understand?”
“Yes sire.” Spike breathed on Angel’s hard nipple.
Angel rolled them so that Spike lay on top.
He’d left his zipper undone from earlier and his cock was hard and free.
Spike lifted his head.
Angel leered at him.
“Show me how much you miss your daddy, little boy.”
He thrust his hips up on the words ‘little boy’.
Spike hardened at the words.
He dropped his head and licked Angel’s nipple.
Angel groaned.
“Do you love your daddy?”
“Yes.” Spike replied as a tear plopped onto Angel’s chest.
“How much do you miss him?”
“I miss him more than my heartbeat.”
Spike suckled on the nipple.
Angel grinned a wicked grin.
“Show me what you did to daddy when he still loved you.”
Spike whimpered as his face shifted. He carefully pierced Angel’s skin and suckled once more.
Then his face returned to human features.
Angel looked down.
“There he is - daddy’s beautiful baby boy.”
The words tore at Spike. He wanted his daddy back so much. He wanted to trust this man who spoke with daddy’s voice and said the things daddy used to say.
He sucked noisily from Angel.
Angel groaned.
“Ride daddy’s cock baby, sit on it and fuck daddy hard.”
Spike’s cock throbbed. He lifted up, never breaking the contact of feeding and sank down on the swollen cock.
“You’ve had enough. Sit up and fuck me bitch.”
Spike stopped feeding and sat up, staring at Angel.
Angel sneered.
“That’s right boy, daddy doesn’t love you.”
“You’re wrong! He does!”
“I told you to fuck me!”
Angel punched Spike and grabbed his hips. He thrust up hard.
“Daddy loves me!” Spike sobbed.
The next punch resulted in a crunch as it landed on Spike’s nose.
“Daddy doesn’t love slutty boys who spread their legs for humans.”
“You made me!” Spike cried.
“Because it’s the only thing you’re good for.”
Angel thrust up again and again.
“Daddy’s not coming back for you, you’re dirty now.”
Distraught, Spike forgot what he was doing and threw a punch at Angel.
Angel roared and pushed Spike off him. He leapt up and threw Spike from the bed and against the wall.
Spike tried to stand up but Angel punched and kicked him into a small ball on the floor.
Spike covered his face to protect himself and to hide the tears.
He was grabbed round the waist, hauled to his knees and penetrated once more.
Spike was fucked viciously until he begged for mercy.
Angel laughed.
“No one is ever going to help you.”
And with that, he released his orgasm into his sobbing childe.
He pulled out, allowing the last few drops of come to drip onto Spike then he tucked himself away.
He stepped back and aimed a kick at Spike’s ribs.
“Thanks for entertaining me bitch. I’ve enjoyed myself knowing you haven’t liked a single thing I’ve done to you.”
He turned and left.
Spike lay motionless on the floor as he bled from various parts of his body.
He had no more tears left to cry.
Cordelia watched as Angel disappeared into his office.
“Wes!” she hissed.
Wes walked over to her.
“Have you noticed something funny about Angel?”
“Other than the usual vampire habits? No, why?”
Cordelia shook her head.
“I don’t know. He just seems different. I think he’s up to something.”
Cordelia waited.
She’d left work early, telling Angel she had a date and needed to leave early in order to get ready. He’d agreed and smiled, wishing her luck.
She’d left the building, the false smile fading the moment the door closed behind her.
Now she was sitting across the road from the Hyperion, waiting for Angel to emerge.
She checked her camera once more, feeling a little guilty for spying on her friend but also knowing that he hadn’t been his usual self for a few days and she couldn’t figure out why.
After an hour of waiting, Angel finally left the building and headed for his car.
Cordelia waited until she was sure Angel wouldn’t see her in the traffic behind him and began to tail him.
A short ride later, Cordelia watched as Angel headed down some steps to a basement apartment carrying what looked like an armful of clothes. She took a few pictures as he descended then put her camera down.
“Maybe he has a girlfriend?” she wondered aloud. She shook her head. Somehow she knew that wasn’t the case.
She fumbled for her camera when she saw Angel again. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Spike was behind him.
“What the hell?!” she exclaimed.
She took a few more pictures, capturing Spike hesitating when Angel gestured to the car and Angel punching him. She frowned as Angel pushed Spike into his car.
Now she knew why Angel was behaving differently. Spike was here. But why? And why hadn’t Angel told them that he was in town?
She tailed Angel’s car again as he drove a short distance to a bar. He manhandled Spike from the car and into the bar.
She took photos of the bar from the outside, wracking her brains when she looked at the name. It seemed familiar.
Half an hour later she remembered. They’d investigated the bar some time ago after other nearby establishments had made complaints about the business. Their investigation had led to nothing, other than the discovery that the business within the bar was a demon whorehouse. The owner had assured them that nothing was being carried out without the consent of everyone involved. There was nothing they could do after that and had left the owner to it.
So why was Angel bringing Spike here?
After waiting at least another hour, Cordelia had her answer. Angel came out of the bar, half pulling, half carrying Spike who appeared to be semi-conscious and in a great deal of pain.
Cordelia’s camera clicked and whirred as she took several pictures.
Feeling nauseous, she followed Angel again as he drove Spike back to the apartment.
Her anger flared when, as Angel got Spike out of the car, he rubbed his hand against the younger vampire’s crotch.
She disregarded her own feelings towards Spike and wondered how the hell Angel, the supposed champion, could treat anyone like that. He had a mission, he was meant to help the helpless.
Spike had certainly appeared helpless.
She picked up her cell phone from the passenger seat and searched through the memory until she found the number she wanted. She dialled and waited.
“Willow! Hey, it’s me! I was just sitting here wondering how everyone was. So, spill it!”
Cordelia listened as Willow filled her in on the latest news, some of it boring, some of it interesting. The final headline caused a flurry of emotion.
After saying goodbye to Willow, Cordelia put the phone back down and stared across at the apartment.
Spike was a vampire. He’d done some very nasty things. Angel was also a vampire who had done equally, if not more, nasty things.
Angel had a soul now and was trying to help people who couldn’t help themselves.
Spike had something in his brain that stopped him hurting humans, more or less rendering him helpless. If he couldn’t hurt humans, then he couldn’t defend himself either. Angel was quite happily taking him along to a demon whorehouse to let humans do whatever they wanted to Spike for the right price.
Cordelia was pissed. She got out of the car and crossed the road.
As she reached the top of the steps, she froze.
She could hear Spike howling in what could only be described as pure agony.
Then she heard Angel’s voice bellow out.
“I don’t care if your face is all smashed up - you can still suck my fucking dick you useless whore!”
She turned and fled back to the car, tears streaming down her face.
Cordelia tried to compose herself in the car. When she saw Angel leaving the apartment later, she put her hand on the catch to open the door but changed her mind. There were things to do before confronting him.
Angel was carrying the same items out to the car as he’d taken in with him earlier.
He drove off.
Cordelia waited for a few minutes before heading off in the opposite direction.