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WARNING:
This ficlet contains non-con and bondage. If that's not your thing, you probably shouldn't read. |
A hand running through his hair was the first thing Spike was aware of as he came around. The second thing was the fact that his soddin' head felt like it had been split in two, probably due to the hard knock he'd taken from behind just before everything had gone black. The third—and by far the most disturbing—was that he was tied down, spread eagled on his back on what felt like a bed…and he was gagged.
Spike struggled against his bonds, but it was no use. He opened his eyes and was met with pitch blackness. He blinked and his eyelashes brushed against something. Bollocks. A blindfold…that was never good.
A hand grazed up the inside of one of his spread thighs, tickling Spike's skin and cluing him into the next realization. He was naked. The hand reached his balls and cupped them, fondling and rolling them as a cool tongue flicked at the tip of his cock. Right. That ruled out a human and most of the demon population.
When cool lips closed around the head of his rapidly filling cock, Spike couldn't stop the moan that bubbled up behind his gag or the way his hips bucked, despite not having any idea who his captor was. He was a soddin' vampire, after all. The danger and lack of consent only served to heighten his response, not diminish it.
The hand fondling Spike slid up and wrapped around his cock as the mouth left, licking a path up toward Spike's chest. Spike groaned in approval as his erection was tightly fisted while blunt teeth nibbled and sucked at first one nipple, then the other.
Spike writhed against his bonds, teeth biting into the ball gag in his mouth as anonymous hands jacked him and pinched his nipples in tandem while equally anonymous lips mouthed the side of his neck, bringing Spike closer and closer to release. When Spike's balls drew up and he could nearly taste his orgasm, the teeth grazing against the side of his neck sharpened and lengthened and, before Spike could do much more than register that fact, they sank in.
Spike arched off the bed and cried out, the sound muffled by the gag. He could feel his blood being sucked out through his neck, one long pull full of purpose, and it sent him over the edge. With another muffled cry, Spike came, body spasming, limbs jerking against his bindings as his release dropped onto his stomach and chest.
When it was over, when every muscle in his body was spent and lax, when Spike was lying there, still bound, gagged and blindfolded and breathing through his nose with some memory of instinct for such now unnecessary things…that was when the fangs finally slid from his throat.
A whisper of cool air against his neck, just under his ear, made Spike shiver, and then a whispered voice made him go rigid instantly.
"You've been a bad boy, William. You went and got yourself a soul. Did you really think I wouldn't find out about it and come back to punish you for it?"
Spike's stomach dropped out and for a second he thought he might be sick. He'd know that voice anywhere, even just the whisper of it. He didn't need to have the blindfold removed now to know who had him, but it was removed just the same, leaving Spike to stare helpless and afraid up into the face of his worst nightmares and most erotic dreams, all wrapped into one. A face he'd stared up at from this very position a thousand times over in another lifetime.
Spike didn't know how Angel had lost his soul this time but somehow he had. Swallowing hard at what he could guess Angelus had in store for him, Spike sprang into action, shouting behind his gag and pulling at his bonds.
Angelus smiled down at him, the twist of his blood-tinged lips promising pain and a complete lack of mercy. The hand that had moments before fondled and pleasured Spike, reached back between his legs and squeezed hard. Spike grunted in pain and stilled, knowing without having to be told that it was a command for obedience. The smile curving Angelus' lips softened slightly then, the vampire obviously pleased that Spike remembered his lessons from over a century ago.
When Angelus spoke again, though, his tone was cold and taunting. "That's right, boy. Daddy's back."
~ Finis