Fic: Sold (7/11)
Title: Sold(7/11)
Author:Lore
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Angel, Spike/Methos
Summary: Harmony accidentally gets Spike sold for an auction, Angel has to get him back
Notes: slave/master relationship, some corporeal punishment and basically crazy Angel
A single tear dropped down from Spike's cheeks. A loose curl fell down over his eyes as he sat in the dark, face to the wall. His arms were chained over his head, his feet locked in restraints, deep red cuts lined his perfect skin.
Booted feet stirred the blood-red rose petals blanketing the floor, and a glossy black whip broke the silence with a sound like a gun shot. After a few moments, there was the clanking of well-oiled machinery as the section of floor under Spike's kneeling body lifted, pushing him up and spreading his legs. Spike let out a beautiful moan as his genitals were ground down into the top corner by his weight, and he arched his back like a breaking wave falling over the front.
The monster grabbed his hair, pulling his back up, stretching his spine to breaking point.
Tearing into him without warning.
"Come for me, come for your master."
The door kicked open and the dark man broke free, staring back at the intruder. Angel stood in the door, large and menacing, dressed in a long black coat that fluttered along his legs as he stared down at the monster that had taken his boy. His anger raged in his eyes and his fists clenched around his sword as he stared down at what the monster had done to his boy.
"You!" The leather-clad male growled, spinning around, the whip still in hand. "How much does it take to get rid of you?!"
He prowled towards Angel, lips peeled back from his teeth in a snarl. Angel faced him silently, his presence a soothing strength for his get.
One wiry arm drew back with the whip and lashed out at the slave's apparent rescuer.
Angel grabbed the whip in one hand, punching the monster in the face with the other.
He yowled and fell back.
Angel lifted his sword, taking the monster's head, watching as it rolled away from the body.
He turned to Spike, watching his boy's naked form stretched out for pleasure. He touched Spike's calves, licking the blood of the wounds, hearing Spike moan under his touch. Goosebumps forming under his skin. So beautiful.
"Please Angel. I need you. Please take me."
Angel prepared him, using blood and spit as he opened Spike up.
His boy, his beautiful boy, a study in ivory marked with ruby lines, arched and moaned as Angel pushed into him, beckoning him without words to fulfill and satiate a need that welled from the depths of his recently-regained soul.
"Daddy's here now. Daddy's here."
Spike moaned, his skin writhing under his grandsire's fingertips.
And if his moans turned to pleading Angel just held on to him, comforting him like a sire should.
"No no no no no no no no no..."
Spike came under him, screaming as he did so. Opening up his neck for full possession. Angel bit down, staring at the master's head, it stared back at him. Eyes he hadn't looked at in so long. His own.
Angel was still screaming as he woke up.
*******
Spike returned, holding a set of chains. He placed it down on the table, waiting, his hands behind his back, his feet stretched apart. Methos slowly got up from the ground, inspecting the chains in front of him. Duncan let go of the girl, leaving her in Richie's hands. The Scott was furious, ready to tear him apart. Methos tried to ignore him.
He moved on to Spike.
"Does anyone know where you are?" Methos demanded as he went over to start clipping the manacles onto Spike's wrists and ankles. The little minx set her jaw; refusing to talk. Methos' eyes were on her again, trying to see how serious she was. She didn't flinch. He wondered how a kid like her had ended up getting to know a vampire. What kind of game had the blond been playing to get her on his side? He turned away from her and moved over to the cabinet, opening the shelves and pulling out one of the wooden paddles. Duncan was still waiting for answers, Methos was sure his patience wouldn't last much longer. The kid froze like a deer in headlights, staring at him in fear as he held up the paddle, testing it on his hand. Duncan's mouth opened wide, ready to protest as he stepped in front of her.
He lifted it up.
It came down on Spike's ass, hard.
She winced in shock screaming 'no'.
"Who knows you're here?"
He started to lift the paddle again. Spike stayed in position, his clothes somewhat protecting him from the impact. Methos wondered how sore he still was from the previous beating. Three hits this time, one on his back, one on his ass, a third against his spine, the vampire flinched back with every hit. Desperate to stay in place. His mouth opened, ready to scream. The silence was deadening..
"Methos, what the HELL!"
Richie let go of Fred's arm, starting towards him, as if he were the monster here
"He can take it."
What were three short hits to a vampire?
Someone grabbed his hand before he could hit Spike again. Duncan and him faced off in a confrontation of will. He looked at the Scott, demanding him, asking him for his support...Then Richie was there as well, dragging him back, away from the vampire. Methos fought to break free, Spike stayed in place, obeying his master's last command. Methos wondered if he should reward him for that or not.
"Have you gone insane?" Duncan stared at him, the paddle in his hands now. "Methos, what's wrong with you?"
The Scotsman was probably convinced by now that he'd taken a dark quickening, but he hadn't. He just had to deal with a situation that neither of the two boy scouts could possibly understand.
"He's not human Mac"
The girl darted forward and tried to pull Spike clear of the confrontation between him and MacLeod. Methos glared at her, but MacLeod wouldn't let go. Spike grabbed for the collar on his neck, shaking in pain. He hesitated for a second, considering he might allow the vampire to move.
But the girl had already knelt down next to him.
"Sh, sh-sh-sh, it's okay, I'll get that off of you." She acted as if she was talking to a frightened wolf pup.
Spike flinched away, falling down. Electric currents running through him, originating from the collar. Methos was starting to wonder how strong the damn thing was. All he'd known was that the thing would keep the vampire under control... But how far did it take that order of keeping him under control?
*******
Wesley stared at him dead cold as he woke up. Gunn was waiting outside of the car, dressed in Armani. It still looked wrong to see him like that. "We managed to track Fred's cell up to this side of town, the psychics are still looking for a definite fix."
Angel nodded, grabbing his head and the blood trickling down from his scalp. Lorne quickly threw him an icepack. He held it against his head without a further word. Wesley was looking at a map, holding a phone while he marked possible locations. Angel ignored them, lifting his nose to the air, if Spike was near, he'd find him. No matter under what rock that bastard was keeping him.
Gunn answered his phone, giving off a last instruction. Lorne still stared at him.
"Angel we can't find them, Spike or that Methos guy, if you don't calm down."
Angel just searched the air once more, finally finding what he'd been looking for. He didn't wait for the others to follow him.
tbc
Author:Lore
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Angel, Spike/Methos
Summary: Harmony accidentally gets Spike sold for an auction, Angel has to get him back
Notes: slave/master relationship, some corporeal punishment and basically crazy Angel
A single tear dropped down from Spike's cheeks. A loose curl fell down over his eyes as he sat in the dark, face to the wall. His arms were chained over his head, his feet locked in restraints, deep red cuts lined his perfect skin.
Booted feet stirred the blood-red rose petals blanketing the floor, and a glossy black whip broke the silence with a sound like a gun shot. After a few moments, there was the clanking of well-oiled machinery as the section of floor under Spike's kneeling body lifted, pushing him up and spreading his legs. Spike let out a beautiful moan as his genitals were ground down into the top corner by his weight, and he arched his back like a breaking wave falling over the front.
The monster grabbed his hair, pulling his back up, stretching his spine to breaking point.
Tearing into him without warning.
"Come for me, come for your master."
The door kicked open and the dark man broke free, staring back at the intruder. Angel stood in the door, large and menacing, dressed in a long black coat that fluttered along his legs as he stared down at the monster that had taken his boy. His anger raged in his eyes and his fists clenched around his sword as he stared down at what the monster had done to his boy.
"You!" The leather-clad male growled, spinning around, the whip still in hand. "How much does it take to get rid of you?!"
He prowled towards Angel, lips peeled back from his teeth in a snarl. Angel faced him silently, his presence a soothing strength for his get.
One wiry arm drew back with the whip and lashed out at the slave's apparent rescuer.
Angel grabbed the whip in one hand, punching the monster in the face with the other.
He yowled and fell back.
Angel lifted his sword, taking the monster's head, watching as it rolled away from the body.
He turned to Spike, watching his boy's naked form stretched out for pleasure. He touched Spike's calves, licking the blood of the wounds, hearing Spike moan under his touch. Goosebumps forming under his skin. So beautiful.
"Please Angel. I need you. Please take me."
Angel prepared him, using blood and spit as he opened Spike up.
His boy, his beautiful boy, a study in ivory marked with ruby lines, arched and moaned as Angel pushed into him, beckoning him without words to fulfill and satiate a need that welled from the depths of his recently-regained soul.
"Daddy's here now. Daddy's here."
Spike moaned, his skin writhing under his grandsire's fingertips.
And if his moans turned to pleading Angel just held on to him, comforting him like a sire should.
"No no no no no no no no no..."
Spike came under him, screaming as he did so. Opening up his neck for full possession. Angel bit down, staring at the master's head, it stared back at him. Eyes he hadn't looked at in so long. His own.
Angel was still screaming as he woke up.
*******
Spike returned, holding a set of chains. He placed it down on the table, waiting, his hands behind his back, his feet stretched apart. Methos slowly got up from the ground, inspecting the chains in front of him. Duncan let go of the girl, leaving her in Richie's hands. The Scott was furious, ready to tear him apart. Methos tried to ignore him.
He moved on to Spike.
"Does anyone know where you are?" Methos demanded as he went over to start clipping the manacles onto Spike's wrists and ankles. The little minx set her jaw; refusing to talk. Methos' eyes were on her again, trying to see how serious she was. She didn't flinch. He wondered how a kid like her had ended up getting to know a vampire. What kind of game had the blond been playing to get her on his side? He turned away from her and moved over to the cabinet, opening the shelves and pulling out one of the wooden paddles. Duncan was still waiting for answers, Methos was sure his patience wouldn't last much longer. The kid froze like a deer in headlights, staring at him in fear as he held up the paddle, testing it on his hand. Duncan's mouth opened wide, ready to protest as he stepped in front of her.
He lifted it up.
It came down on Spike's ass, hard.
She winced in shock screaming 'no'.
"Who knows you're here?"
He started to lift the paddle again. Spike stayed in position, his clothes somewhat protecting him from the impact. Methos wondered how sore he still was from the previous beating. Three hits this time, one on his back, one on his ass, a third against his spine, the vampire flinched back with every hit. Desperate to stay in place. His mouth opened, ready to scream. The silence was deadening..
"Methos, what the HELL!"
Richie let go of Fred's arm, starting towards him, as if he were the monster here
"He can take it."
What were three short hits to a vampire?
Someone grabbed his hand before he could hit Spike again. Duncan and him faced off in a confrontation of will. He looked at the Scott, demanding him, asking him for his support...Then Richie was there as well, dragging him back, away from the vampire. Methos fought to break free, Spike stayed in place, obeying his master's last command. Methos wondered if he should reward him for that or not.
"Have you gone insane?" Duncan stared at him, the paddle in his hands now. "Methos, what's wrong with you?"
The Scotsman was probably convinced by now that he'd taken a dark quickening, but he hadn't. He just had to deal with a situation that neither of the two boy scouts could possibly understand.
"He's not human Mac"
The girl darted forward and tried to pull Spike clear of the confrontation between him and MacLeod. Methos glared at her, but MacLeod wouldn't let go. Spike grabbed for the collar on his neck, shaking in pain. He hesitated for a second, considering he might allow the vampire to move.
But the girl had already knelt down next to him.
"Sh, sh-sh-sh, it's okay, I'll get that off of you." She acted as if she was talking to a frightened wolf pup.
Spike flinched away, falling down. Electric currents running through him, originating from the collar. Methos was starting to wonder how strong the damn thing was. All he'd known was that the thing would keep the vampire under control... But how far did it take that order of keeping him under control?
*******
Wesley stared at him dead cold as he woke up. Gunn was waiting outside of the car, dressed in Armani. It still looked wrong to see him like that. "We managed to track Fred's cell up to this side of town, the psychics are still looking for a definite fix."
Angel nodded, grabbing his head and the blood trickling down from his scalp. Lorne quickly threw him an icepack. He held it against his head without a further word. Wesley was looking at a map, holding a phone while he marked possible locations. Angel ignored them, lifting his nose to the air, if Spike was near, he'd find him. No matter under what rock that bastard was keeping him.
Gunn answered his phone, giving off a last instruction. Lorne still stared at him.
"Angel we can't find them, Spike or that Methos guy, if you don't calm down."
Angel just searched the air once more, finally finding what he'd been looking for. He didn't wait for the others to follow him.
tbc