The Sweetest Taboo
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The Sweetest Taboo
Title: The Sweetest Taboo
Author: claudia6913
Pairing: Spike (William)/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: All human AU. Spike is a prostitue in London and Angel takes a liking to him. Can we say Sugar Daddy?
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I but play in the fields of his imagination.
Distribution:, , Vampyre Haven, my livejournal
Warnings: Underage, Voyerism, S&M...maybe something else along the way.
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Chapter 1
'He's late,' Spike thought, inhaling quickly on his cigarette before stamping it out. He looked down the street again, bouncing on the balls of his feet. 'Should be here by now.' The John was usually prompt, 6pm Friday night. Always in the same sleek black car, always with the same warm smile. Spike hated to admit it, but he'd come to depend on it, the money, the food, the luxury.
It didn't matter to Spike that the bloke never wanted to shag. It was better then the other Johns he put up with during the week. He wasn't sure how this one had gotten Ethan to go along with it, but he couldn't care less. He was well fed, dressed nice, and always had some money in his pockets. It worked for Spike; plus it kept him off the streets during the weekend and off Ethan's shit list.
It hadn't always been like that though. There was a time when Spike had a family, a life, even a childhood, but that ended the day his father died. His mum couldn't handle it. She'd broken down, started drinking and inviting strangers over to the house. Spike had been ten the first time one of them had touched him. It had seemed like one day he was happy, normal, just living the life of a kid and the next it was taken away from him, snatched by the hands of fate.
The men hadn't been all bad at first, not until that one had touched him. Then it seemed like everyone in town knew about his Mum and her 'beautiful boy'. After that there always seemed to be large hands reaching for him and groping. He hadn't even known what was going on, and they hadn't hurt him, but ever since then, he'd been curious...going so far as to experiment with his best friend Xander.
They'd made a night of it when he was thirteen, just touching and feeling. It'd been right awkward, but they'd had fun...that was until Xander's Pop hadbeat him senseless screaming about queers and fags wouldn't muddy the family name. After that, Xander hadn't talked much to anyone. Last Spike had heard, he was in and out of the hospital. Xander's Pop had knocked something loose in Xan's head they said.
He'd run away though, not long after that; too many of his Mum's guys wanted him. She'd screamed and yelled at him that she couldn't keep a man because Spike was always stealing them. Right snit she'd been in too; hollering at the top of her lungs that he should get out and never come back. So he had. Ran and ran, then ran into Ethan.
Now there was a bloke that could scare you straight. But, Spike had been young, hadn't known better, and had fallen into his arms; literally and figuratively. Ethan had promised him so much. Told him he could help him, would take care of him and in return, Spike could do anything he wanted so long as Spike never left his side.
Simple enough. And Ethan was a charmer. He could charm the pants off a priest if he'd half a mind to. Spike had fallen for him, hard. Even at fourteen, he still didn't know much, but he knew Ethan could make him feel something besides the pain of missing his Pop. With wicked kisses and fumbling gropes, Ethan taught Spike what felt good and how best to please. Spike had no idea at the time that Ethan had been grooming him to go into 'the family business' as Ethan put it.
But then, Spike hadn't really cared. He had even thought he was in love with Ethan. He knew Ethan had lots of guys at his beck and call, each paying him from work they did on the streets. Looking back now, he realized it had just been envy, or a convoluted twist on something, Spike wasn't sure, but it hadn't been love. Especially when Ethan put him on the street like the rest of his boys when he turned 16.
Spike was now friends with harsh reality. He knew all too well what hunger was, what being used meant. He knew now and he loathed Ethan for it.
Spike could see his trick coming down the street. It was about time he showed up. The car pulled up to the curb and the guy stopped. Spike tossed his cigarette, grabbed his bag, and ran around the car and hopped in. Spike wasn't sure if it was the same car as last time. It seemed that Angel's car's always had that new smell of fresh leather and money. New car's always smelled like money to Spike. It could've been because he didn't have any. No matter what though, Angel's car's were always sleek and black, and always the newest model's available. Every now and then it made Spike wonder why Angel wanted him when he could probably buy anyone or anything.
"'Bout bloody time, mate," Spike said, settling down in the leather seat of the expensive car. "'Nother minute and Ethan might've popped by."
"Hello to you too, William," Angel said. He chuckled at the growl that escaped his boy’s lips at the mere sound of his given name, and then took a minute to appreciate those lips. Leaning over, Angel darted his tongue out, licking along Spike's lips until Spike gave up, moaning and returning the kiss.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?” Spike said, looking around. He'd heard on the street that Ethan wanted to see him about something; that never boded well. If he wanted to see you, that meant he wanted to hurt you, or something worse. It was always something with Ethan.
"What is it, William?” Angled asked, looking around as well. He didn't like the profession his boy was in. He wanted him to himself, to keep. Angel had only broached the subject once and it was met with a crooked eyebrow and a scoff. That was the last time he'd asked.
"Nothin', mate," Spike said, pulling out his smokes again. He wondered what he could've done to warrant a 'talk' with Ethan. But, it didn't matter because soon he'd be in the hands of Angel, and that was always a better place to be.
The car was put into drive as Angel pulled away from the curb and began the now familiar trip to his home in the country. It was a nice enough place, Spike thought, if a bit stuffy. It smelled old and rich, and while he knew Angel was rich, he didn't think he was old. Spike remembered Angel telling him something about family property or some such rubbish. He hadn't been paying much attention.
The trip was made in silence. Angel wasn't a big talker, and Spike wasn't in the mood to ramble on like he normally would. Plus, it wasn't polite to talk about other tricks in front of well, other tricks. Silently, Spike wondered what Angel had in mind for this weekend. It was always something...a dinner out, movie in, theater somewhere. Not like Spike was complaining though. Not at all.
Angel watched William in the rear-view mirror. He noticed that William looked a little drawn around the eyes, as if he hadn't been getting much sleep lately, and that worried Angel. He always worried about his boy. Maybe this weekend he would try to ask William again to come stay with him, permanently.
Pulling into the long drive, Angel stopped at the door and got out, smiling as William bounded out of the car. The boy always seemed full of energy and it made Angel groan when William turned those crystal blue eyes and bright smile to him. It was always worth it to see that look; that almost innocence peeking through the veil that always seemed to shield the boy.
"So, what's up for tonight?” Spike asked, smoking quickly before he went into the house. That was the only catch; no smoking inside. It was enough to drive him mad at times, but there was always the back porch, or some random room that looked like no one had been in since forever.
"Dinner at home," Angel said, walking into the house followed by William. He looked around; making sure his guest wasn't around. He didn't want to introduce William to his sister until he'd had a chance to ... explain things.
"'Bit tame, Luv," Spike said, walking into the large sitting area. He knew the house well, having spent the last three months worth of weekends there. After tossing his bag onto the first chair he saw, Spike made a B-line for the liquor and poured himself and Angel a small Scotch on the rocks. He walked back to Angel and handed it to him.
"Cheers mate," Spike said, taking a deep drink. He smiled and sank into an open seat facing the window and closed his eyes. This was the only place Spike could truly relax, let down some of his guards he'd put up since being put on the street.
"There's just one thing about dinner," Angel said, sitting down on the arm of Spike's chair. He watched as Spike cocked his head to the side, arching his scarred eyebrow.
"And what's that?” Spike asked. He knew from experience it wasn't a good thing when they said 'there's just one thing'. One thing always meant something he didn't want to do or wouldn't like doing at least. Then that one thing seemed to miraculously turn into two.
"Such a pretty poppet you've got, my Angel," a woman said. Spike spun to look at her. She swayed slightly, her head following the flow of her body. She was dark, like Angel, in hair and eyes, but her skin was like that of a doll, soft and barely pink, almost creamy.
"William, meet my sister, Drusilla," Angel said.
Author: claudia6913
Pairing: Spike (William)/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: All human AU. Spike is a prostitue in London and Angel takes a liking to him. Can we say Sugar Daddy?
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I but play in the fields of his imagination.
Distribution:
Warnings: Underage, Voyerism, S&M...maybe something else along the way.
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Chapter 1
'He's late,' Spike thought, inhaling quickly on his cigarette before stamping it out. He looked down the street again, bouncing on the balls of his feet. 'Should be here by now.' The John was usually prompt, 6pm Friday night. Always in the same sleek black car, always with the same warm smile. Spike hated to admit it, but he'd come to depend on it, the money, the food, the luxury.
It didn't matter to Spike that the bloke never wanted to shag. It was better then the other Johns he put up with during the week. He wasn't sure how this one had gotten Ethan to go along with it, but he couldn't care less. He was well fed, dressed nice, and always had some money in his pockets. It worked for Spike; plus it kept him off the streets during the weekend and off Ethan's shit list.
It hadn't always been like that though. There was a time when Spike had a family, a life, even a childhood, but that ended the day his father died. His mum couldn't handle it. She'd broken down, started drinking and inviting strangers over to the house. Spike had been ten the first time one of them had touched him. It had seemed like one day he was happy, normal, just living the life of a kid and the next it was taken away from him, snatched by the hands of fate.
The men hadn't been all bad at first, not until that one had touched him. Then it seemed like everyone in town knew about his Mum and her 'beautiful boy'. After that there always seemed to be large hands reaching for him and groping. He hadn't even known what was going on, and they hadn't hurt him, but ever since then, he'd been curious...going so far as to experiment with his best friend Xander.
They'd made a night of it when he was thirteen, just touching and feeling. It'd been right awkward, but they'd had fun...that was until Xander's Pop hadbeat him senseless screaming about queers and fags wouldn't muddy the family name. After that, Xander hadn't talked much to anyone. Last Spike had heard, he was in and out of the hospital. Xander's Pop had knocked something loose in Xan's head they said.
He'd run away though, not long after that; too many of his Mum's guys wanted him. She'd screamed and yelled at him that she couldn't keep a man because Spike was always stealing them. Right snit she'd been in too; hollering at the top of her lungs that he should get out and never come back. So he had. Ran and ran, then ran into Ethan.
Now there was a bloke that could scare you straight. But, Spike had been young, hadn't known better, and had fallen into his arms; literally and figuratively. Ethan had promised him so much. Told him he could help him, would take care of him and in return, Spike could do anything he wanted so long as Spike never left his side.
Simple enough. And Ethan was a charmer. He could charm the pants off a priest if he'd half a mind to. Spike had fallen for him, hard. Even at fourteen, he still didn't know much, but he knew Ethan could make him feel something besides the pain of missing his Pop. With wicked kisses and fumbling gropes, Ethan taught Spike what felt good and how best to please. Spike had no idea at the time that Ethan had been grooming him to go into 'the family business' as Ethan put it.
But then, Spike hadn't really cared. He had even thought he was in love with Ethan. He knew Ethan had lots of guys at his beck and call, each paying him from work they did on the streets. Looking back now, he realized it had just been envy, or a convoluted twist on something, Spike wasn't sure, but it hadn't been love. Especially when Ethan put him on the street like the rest of his boys when he turned 16.
Spike was now friends with harsh reality. He knew all too well what hunger was, what being used meant. He knew now and he loathed Ethan for it.
Spike could see his trick coming down the street. It was about time he showed up. The car pulled up to the curb and the guy stopped. Spike tossed his cigarette, grabbed his bag, and ran around the car and hopped in. Spike wasn't sure if it was the same car as last time. It seemed that Angel's car's always had that new smell of fresh leather and money. New car's always smelled like money to Spike. It could've been because he didn't have any. No matter what though, Angel's car's were always sleek and black, and always the newest model's available. Every now and then it made Spike wonder why Angel wanted him when he could probably buy anyone or anything.
"'Bout bloody time, mate," Spike said, settling down in the leather seat of the expensive car. "'Nother minute and Ethan might've popped by."
"Hello to you too, William," Angel said. He chuckled at the growl that escaped his boy’s lips at the mere sound of his given name, and then took a minute to appreciate those lips. Leaning over, Angel darted his tongue out, licking along Spike's lips until Spike gave up, moaning and returning the kiss.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?” Spike said, looking around. He'd heard on the street that Ethan wanted to see him about something; that never boded well. If he wanted to see you, that meant he wanted to hurt you, or something worse. It was always something with Ethan.
"What is it, William?” Angled asked, looking around as well. He didn't like the profession his boy was in. He wanted him to himself, to keep. Angel had only broached the subject once and it was met with a crooked eyebrow and a scoff. That was the last time he'd asked.
"Nothin', mate," Spike said, pulling out his smokes again. He wondered what he could've done to warrant a 'talk' with Ethan. But, it didn't matter because soon he'd be in the hands of Angel, and that was always a better place to be.
The car was put into drive as Angel pulled away from the curb and began the now familiar trip to his home in the country. It was a nice enough place, Spike thought, if a bit stuffy. It smelled old and rich, and while he knew Angel was rich, he didn't think he was old. Spike remembered Angel telling him something about family property or some such rubbish. He hadn't been paying much attention.
The trip was made in silence. Angel wasn't a big talker, and Spike wasn't in the mood to ramble on like he normally would. Plus, it wasn't polite to talk about other tricks in front of well, other tricks. Silently, Spike wondered what Angel had in mind for this weekend. It was always something...a dinner out, movie in, theater somewhere. Not like Spike was complaining though. Not at all.
Angel watched William in the rear-view mirror. He noticed that William looked a little drawn around the eyes, as if he hadn't been getting much sleep lately, and that worried Angel. He always worried about his boy. Maybe this weekend he would try to ask William again to come stay with him, permanently.
Pulling into the long drive, Angel stopped at the door and got out, smiling as William bounded out of the car. The boy always seemed full of energy and it made Angel groan when William turned those crystal blue eyes and bright smile to him. It was always worth it to see that look; that almost innocence peeking through the veil that always seemed to shield the boy.
"So, what's up for tonight?” Spike asked, smoking quickly before he went into the house. That was the only catch; no smoking inside. It was enough to drive him mad at times, but there was always the back porch, or some random room that looked like no one had been in since forever.
"Dinner at home," Angel said, walking into the house followed by William. He looked around; making sure his guest wasn't around. He didn't want to introduce William to his sister until he'd had a chance to ... explain things.
"'Bit tame, Luv," Spike said, walking into the large sitting area. He knew the house well, having spent the last three months worth of weekends there. After tossing his bag onto the first chair he saw, Spike made a B-line for the liquor and poured himself and Angel a small Scotch on the rocks. He walked back to Angel and handed it to him.
"Cheers mate," Spike said, taking a deep drink. He smiled and sank into an open seat facing the window and closed his eyes. This was the only place Spike could truly relax, let down some of his guards he'd put up since being put on the street.
"There's just one thing about dinner," Angel said, sitting down on the arm of Spike's chair. He watched as Spike cocked his head to the side, arching his scarred eyebrow.
"And what's that?” Spike asked. He knew from experience it wasn't a good thing when they said 'there's just one thing'. One thing always meant something he didn't want to do or wouldn't like doing at least. Then that one thing seemed to miraculously turn into two.
"Such a pretty poppet you've got, my Angel," a woman said. Spike spun to look at her. She swayed slightly, her head following the flow of her body. She was dark, like Angel, in hair and eyes, but her skin was like that of a doll, soft and barely pink, almost creamy.
"William, meet my sister, Drusilla," Angel said.