Fic: Sold (10/11)
Title: Sold(10/11)
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
The world was upside down, dancing the foxtrot on his brain while all he wanted to do was open his eyes. He wasn't sure what was up or down. His head stung and he wished he could just cut it off to stop the drums from beating his eyes. He noticed his shackles were on the bottom of the car and he crawled out through the front window. Richie was dead. Spike gently touched his head. The poor kid had been nice to him, kind master. And now he was dead. Spike wasn't sure if he should feel guilt. He hated the guilt, it hurt worse than the collar.
The master stood in the middle of the road, facing Angel. Angel attacked and Methos ducked out of the way before lashing back. It took mere seconds for the tide of the fight to change. There was no beauty in this battle, just brute strength and brutal efficiency.
His master against his sire.
Former sire.
Angel had stood there, every fiber of his being demanding Spike, demanding what... he didn't know. And for the first time in over a century, that demand didn't call to him to drop everything he had going for him and obey. It was as if he'd lost an arm, and merely the ghost of it's stump was left behind. He no longer belonged to this man, this creature that had once been the center of his existence. The stinging never stopped.
Spike knew Angel was stronger, he was faster. He should have won. The collar forced him to get ever closer to the fight, Demanding through every nerve in his body that he'd do something. That he'd protect the master.
Sire, master... His neck burned for every wasted second of standing here and allowing his master to be hurt. Only the lack of a command to aid saved him from worse.
Sire master
Master sire
Sire
Who to fight, who to defend, the choice was easily made as the stake headed to his sire's chest.
When Angel stared at him, still alive, he no longer cared about the ...
*********
They came upon the battlefield. Methos was about to kill Angelus. Duncan knew he'd never manage to get there in time, and his heart felt like shattering. Then the blond vampire jumped on top of Methos. His face was twisted in pain, his limbs were shaking, twisting, disturbingly so, yet he held on to Methos, keeping him away from the bigger vampire.
Duncan could see Methos staring at the vampire. There was a strange sense of disbelief in his eyes, a sense of loss. Duncan wondered how hard it would be to get him to make sense, and realized... it was already done. He hesitated there and then as he could see the vampire struggle one last second before being overcome by a seizure and falling to the ground. The other vampire, Angelus, ran up to him. He knelt down at the younger man's side, staying there even as the blond flinched at his touch. Tears fled the blonds eyes and Duncan forced himself to look away from the scene between them.
He stared at the car. Richie was still in it. The boy had died, blood all over his chest, but there didn't seem to be anything that wouldn't heal on its own. He pulled his former student free and carried the body to the road, giving his former student a more comfortable place to revive, using his coat as a makeshift pillow under Richie's head.
Methos stood behind him and Duncan refused to acknowledge this. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to face the old man right now. Angelus' entourage ran up to the vampire and his burden. Fred kneeled down next to her friend, staring closely at the collar.
"How do you get it off Methos?"
The old man kept silent.. Methos still stood there and Duncan repeated his question.
"How?"
He didn't threaten, he didn't even warn the old man. All he did was to expect him to do the right thing.
Methos touched his shoulder and Duncan finally turned to him.
"I'm sorry." Was all he said.
"I'm not the one you have to apologize too."
Both of them turned to the vampires
*********
Methos knew he had to lose control, knew he had to give up his claim. Like in those children's movies, where the kid has to turn the wild critter he befriended back into the wild. He'd never before considered doing so with a vampire.
Duncan stood there, talking about apologies. And all Methos could think was the kid asking daddy to say sorry to his bear for throwing it off the bed. Soulless, evil, soulless... Dead, yet pain.
He got up to the vampire, Angelus started growling as he approached. He didn't care. It's not like the bastard knew how to kill him.
He wasn't feeling guilty, he wasn't... even as he saw the pain on the vampire's way too human face. Spike just stared at him.
"I'm sorry master, sorry sorry..."
He placed his hand on the collar, as the vampire's owner he was the only one able to set him free. But did he want to? Did he want to be responsible for all the lives this vampire would take if he did...
Spike just looked at him.
There was too much feeling behind those eyes.
But then, that weird bit of trivia had always been there.
Not like a wild animal, but like a child, new in the world with so much to learn.
Maybe it was possible for a vampire to change, to learn new tricks. Did he want to let him go, free prey for whatever slayer he ran across, a threat to humans.
No longer his to keep safe?
He noticed the vampire's pain again and tore off the collar.
Spike sighed in relief, falling in his sire's embrace.
Methos sat down next to them, staring at them both.
He had to set it free, what other choice did he have?
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
The world was upside down, dancing the foxtrot on his brain while all he wanted to do was open his eyes. He wasn't sure what was up or down. His head stung and he wished he could just cut it off to stop the drums from beating his eyes. He noticed his shackles were on the bottom of the car and he crawled out through the front window. Richie was dead. Spike gently touched his head. The poor kid had been nice to him, kind master. And now he was dead. Spike wasn't sure if he should feel guilt. He hated the guilt, it hurt worse than the collar.
The master stood in the middle of the road, facing Angel. Angel attacked and Methos ducked out of the way before lashing back. It took mere seconds for the tide of the fight to change. There was no beauty in this battle, just brute strength and brutal efficiency.
His master against his sire.
Former sire.
Angel had stood there, every fiber of his being demanding Spike, demanding what... he didn't know. And for the first time in over a century, that demand didn't call to him to drop everything he had going for him and obey. It was as if he'd lost an arm, and merely the ghost of it's stump was left behind. He no longer belonged to this man, this creature that had once been the center of his existence. The stinging never stopped.
Spike knew Angel was stronger, he was faster. He should have won. The collar forced him to get ever closer to the fight, Demanding through every nerve in his body that he'd do something. That he'd protect the master.
Sire, master... His neck burned for every wasted second of standing here and allowing his master to be hurt. Only the lack of a command to aid saved him from worse.
Sire master
Master sire
Sire
Who to fight, who to defend, the choice was easily made as the stake headed to his sire's chest.
When Angel stared at him, still alive, he no longer cared about the ...
*********
They came upon the battlefield. Methos was about to kill Angelus. Duncan knew he'd never manage to get there in time, and his heart felt like shattering. Then the blond vampire jumped on top of Methos. His face was twisted in pain, his limbs were shaking, twisting, disturbingly so, yet he held on to Methos, keeping him away from the bigger vampire.
Duncan could see Methos staring at the vampire. There was a strange sense of disbelief in his eyes, a sense of loss. Duncan wondered how hard it would be to get him to make sense, and realized... it was already done. He hesitated there and then as he could see the vampire struggle one last second before being overcome by a seizure and falling to the ground. The other vampire, Angelus, ran up to him. He knelt down at the younger man's side, staying there even as the blond flinched at his touch. Tears fled the blonds eyes and Duncan forced himself to look away from the scene between them.
He stared at the car. Richie was still in it. The boy had died, blood all over his chest, but there didn't seem to be anything that wouldn't heal on its own. He pulled his former student free and carried the body to the road, giving his former student a more comfortable place to revive, using his coat as a makeshift pillow under Richie's head.
Methos stood behind him and Duncan refused to acknowledge this. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to face the old man right now. Angelus' entourage ran up to the vampire and his burden. Fred kneeled down next to her friend, staring closely at the collar.
"How do you get it off Methos?"
The old man kept silent.. Methos still stood there and Duncan repeated his question.
"How?"
He didn't threaten, he didn't even warn the old man. All he did was to expect him to do the right thing.
Methos touched his shoulder and Duncan finally turned to him.
"I'm sorry." Was all he said.
"I'm not the one you have to apologize too."
Both of them turned to the vampires
*********
Methos knew he had to lose control, knew he had to give up his claim. Like in those children's movies, where the kid has to turn the wild critter he befriended back into the wild. He'd never before considered doing so with a vampire.
Duncan stood there, talking about apologies. And all Methos could think was the kid asking daddy to say sorry to his bear for throwing it off the bed. Soulless, evil, soulless... Dead, yet pain.
He got up to the vampire, Angelus started growling as he approached. He didn't care. It's not like the bastard knew how to kill him.
He wasn't feeling guilty, he wasn't... even as he saw the pain on the vampire's way too human face. Spike just stared at him.
"I'm sorry master, sorry sorry..."
He placed his hand on the collar, as the vampire's owner he was the only one able to set him free. But did he want to? Did he want to be responsible for all the lives this vampire would take if he did...
Spike just looked at him.
There was too much feeling behind those eyes.
But then, that weird bit of trivia had always been there.
Not like a wild animal, but like a child, new in the world with so much to learn.
Maybe it was possible for a vampire to change, to learn new tricks. Did he want to let him go, free prey for whatever slayer he ran across, a threat to humans.
No longer his to keep safe?
He noticed the vampire's pain again and tore off the collar.
Spike sighed in relief, falling in his sire's embrace.
Methos sat down next to them, staring at them both.
He had to set it free, what other choice did he have?
tbc