Full Circle

Full Circle

Series: First set of chapters in The Long Spiral Downwards, followed by... Once bitten, twice shy... Channel Alaska... But I love you?.
Timeline: Set a few weeks after Buffy and the Scooby Gang defeated Adam and the Initative. Xander is with Anya, Willow/Tara and Buffy/Riley. From there, everything becomes totally AU.
Rating: NC-17 or Adults Only
Pairings: Spike/Riley, Spike/Graham, Spike/OMC's, Spike/Xander, references to Spike/Angelus, Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Harmony and Xander/Anya.
Warning: Rape, Non-Con, Abuse, Torture, Angst, Violence, Domination/submission, Mental Anguish, Permanent Injuries.
Summary: With the chip in his head preventing him from defending himself against humans and his reputation in tatters due to his alliance with Buffy and Co., Spike mistakenly thinks his life can get no worse... just how far can William the Bloody fall?

Thanks: Thanks to Edibbea for the fantastic Beta, putting up with my ongoing anxiety and for just being a nice person. Also, a big hug for Juxtapose, 'cause she allays my fears, soothes my battered emotions and encourages me with every word. Major thanks to Saber Shadowkitten, her initial encouragement and kind words when I was starting out meant the world to me and still does.

Note: This set of chapters is newly re-written. If you happen to have the older style hosted on your site, please replace with these ones. If need be, I can post you the complete set.

(~) at the start and finish of sentences mean that Spike is thinking to himself.



Pre-dawn, Spike's Crypt


~Arseholes, pricks and fuck the military!~

All those words and much more offensive ones in even more offensive languages were running through Spike's agony.

~Oh, ha-bloody-ha! I've already been fucked over by the sodding military. Bloody well more than once. My life can only get better from here~

Trying to ignore the burning light from behind his eyes as best as he was currently able, Spike wearily watched the last of the ex-Initiative grunts walk up the crumbling steps of the crypt and into the dawning light of a new day. Spike fancied that he could almost see the stench of alcohol, cum, sweat and blood follow the Mexican through the doorway.

The vampire lay awkwardly on the bitterly cold crypt floor, bending an ear to the sound of laughter and five heartbeats as the men made their way out of the cemetery and away from his crypt. With a shudder that he didn't even try to suppress, Spike thanked all the Gods that he could currently think of that his lucky night of 'bonding', courtesy of Riley and his friends, was now over.

~Until the next time. After all, Slaggy's bump and grind toy knows where I live. Hell, what's to stop them from coming for seconds?~

The pain from the previous hours of fun and games was starting to grab hold at his battebodybody with a vengeance that the demon bint, Anya, would probably be proud of. Wincing as he let out a deep sigh of relief, Spike found that he couldn't isolate any particular feeling of pain in his body. The fact was that he hurt all over. He hurt *badly*. However, the pain radiating out of every pore in his body was nothing compared to the intense, sharp ache that was coming from the chipped side of his head. Spike knew that his skull was fractured, if not completely cracked open, just above his ear. He'd had numerous head injuries over the years, but never had he ever experienced such pain as he was currently feeling. As he tried to think back to the last time he had been bashed around the head, Spike dry retched as the pain in his skull swelled in intensity just as his stomach decided to protest at how much cum he had been forced to swallow in the previous few hours.

~Christ, what a *good* boy I am. Not a drop spilled from any of the cunts!~

Well, at least not after the first few blowjobs. When Graham had first pulled out his cock and had demanded Spiuck uck it, the vampire had laughed and sneered at the gathered men even while they had all lashed out, kicking and punching him. Finally, after a mind numbing blow to his crotch, Spike had opened up for the well built ex-army man. With a few half hearted licks and a deplorable attempt at sucking, he had spat Graham's cum straight back at the blond. Something that had earned him two broken ribs and another cock shoved down his throat.

It had been another five-on-one beating after he had spat the second soldier's cum out that had persuaded him to swallow everyone else's rank tasting residue. Let no-one tell him that cum tasted good; as far as he was concerned, it tasted like salty sour fish and after five different lots, it really tasted no better. And that was only round one of 'let's demean the disabled little vampire'.

~I wonder when the board game of that comes into the shops?~

Spike could feel the sticky residue of cum and blood congealing underneath him. Shit, it wasn't only underneath him, it was covering most of his body. Buttocks, the insides of his thighs, and he imagined that he could feel it leaking out of his torn and aching hole.

In a stiff gesture, he traced his broken fingers along his bruised and finger marked jaw line, gingerly wiping at the drying blood and cum that stained his lips and the sides of his mouth. Reaching up a little farther, Spike awkwardly brushed at the tears of shame and humilon ton that were slowly coming to a halt. He was ashamed that he had once again been in a subservient position to a male that wasn't his rightful Sire; the humiliation stemmed from the fact that Spike, as a Master Vampire, had been unable to stop his attackers. His at first defiant and finally, frightened 'No' proving ever so ineffective in keeping him safe from harm.

He had cried almost constantly during the last few assaults, his pain and feelings of helplessness overwhelming him like never before. Bad enough that he had cried at all, but to cry in front of those arseholes, those *human* arseholes, was just too much to think about.

~Well then, just colour me the great broody Poof, I'm soft. Peaches did worse than this to me as a Fledge and I still didn't give up as easily as this. Then again, one chip and a frigg'n pig's blood diet make for one not so well vamp~

With as much effort as he was currently able to muster, Spike slowly started to draw his knees up to his chest, choking on an agonised gasp as sharp shocks of pain coursed through his hips and upper thighs. A flare of nausea causing his stomach to rebel even more.

~Fuck, I think me hips are dislocated~

Snorting in disgust at himself for being so weak, he turned his attention to his back and the fire that was raging from the nape to the base of his spine. Every one of the welts dealt to him by Cornfed was standing to attention and clambering to be known. Dealt to him with remarkable accuracy by a human using Spike's once favoured belt.

In an attempt to forget about his pitiful situation for just a moment or two, Spike allowed his mind to wander back to the day that Dru had seen the belt on one of the locals, in some little Midwestern town they had relaxed in for a few days so many years ago. On seeing it, his Princess had decided that only her Spikey could do the belt justice by being the one to wear it, and who was he to deny his love? Smiling as much as his torn lips would allow at that distant memory, he carefully let his tongue probe and investigate the ragged insides of his bruised mouth, all the while wishing he had a cool drink of something... anything really, to soothe his sore throat.

"FUCK!"

Or at least, that's what should have come out.

Not a sound, bar a dry wheeze issued forth into the chilly air. Waiting for a moment, Spike tried again.

"CHRIST!"

Nothing.

Spike knew that he was saying it right, forming the correct movements for that particular speech pattern, but what came out was barely a whispered grunt. What the hell was happening? The nausea grew worse with every second that he tried to think about what this could mean. Moving his head from the protective cocoon of his bruised arms, Spike noticed that the light from behind his eyes was starting to dull. With effort, he rolled from his relatively undamaged right side to a position on his front so that the cool breeze coming from the open doorway of the crypt could at least soothe some of his back. It was a move that he immediately regretted.

The tears that had slowly ceased as he had counted the welts on his battered body burst forth as he jarred his aching neck on the cold, uneven floor. Although the numerous hands that had held him across the marble slab were gone, his protesting muscles shrieked that it was all a lie and that the five men were still there, holding him in place. Ensuring that he was ready for another of his 'new found friend's' cocks to tear him apart.

~I wonder if Bitchy knows what Cornfed and the pricks do on a weekend off?~

With a gut-wrenching sob of self-pity that did nothing in the way of quelling the persistant nausea, Spike wondered when help would arrive, or even if it ever would. It wasn't as if he was going to be able to get very far with the broken ankle and his hips in the condition they were in. He doubted very much that sitting up would be on the agenda for at least a few more days. Even with the quick healing that vampires were blessed with, a steady diet of pig's blood had left him feeling physically weaker than normal. He was still stronger than at least three strapping humans, but what good was that with the stupid chip in his head?

Too exhausted to even bother cursing it, Spike lay in the dust and urine, shivering as the cool morning breeze drifted over him.

~At least I'll be out of the way of the sun later today~

~Ahhh fuck! What if Harm finds me?~