Fading, Falling

Into the Abyss

Footsteps.

Almost silent on the lush grey carpet, gracefully circling, stalking. Two pairs of livid, spitting blue eyes carefully shielded by lowered lids and bowed heads watching those strong, pale feet move ever closer. Pausing.

Toes curled, soft, plush fibers caressing and stroking the sensitive arches, drawing a low moan of pure decadent pleasure from his throat, smirk twitching at sinful, sculpted lips as the sound coaxed soundless, involuntary sighs from the two trapped forms at his feet, chests expanding and retracting with unneeded breath.

Resuming his slow circling, cold eyes narrowing, considering the bound and bent bodies in front of him, both lithe and rippling with muscles that tensed and released with every dancing step closer or further away. Pressed tight and entwined together in a cage meant for only him, indestructible, though he had enjoyed watching the boys try to fight their way out those first few days.

Courtesy of Wolfram and Hart, those icy bastards, in an attempt to get into his good graces, practically giving him their blessings in his possession of their now-lost golden boy. Too bad for them, really, that he didn’t give a fuck about their feelings on the matter.

High enough for them to rise up onto their knees but narrow enough to keep the bars pressing deep into pale skin no matter which way they shifted, it had started out as a place to keep the wayward boy of his dark, mad Drusilla until he got around to correcting the betraying prick’s transgressions. However, after his blue eyed lawyer had awakened no more cowed than before, infuriated and attacking him with fangs and fists like a half-starved wildcat, he’d knocked Lindsey out with a strong fist to the jaw and shoved him in with Spike, ignoring the younger vampire’s indignant protests.

From there, it had been pathetically simple to dispense two lessons at once, dragging the blonde out of the cage by a fistful of white curls and hauling him cursing and yelling into the next room.. chaining him to the hook in the ceiling he’d had put up just for those moments and spending hours artfully wringing screams from the lithe, taut form of the younger vampire. Wiping the heady, dark blood from whatever implement he was using and releasing the chains binding Spike’s wrists above his head, watching the proud, exhausted body slump to the blood-slicked floor before hauling him back up and shoving him back into the small cage.

From the corner of his eyes, he had watched his youngest as Lindsey involuntarily slid into game face at the overpowering smell of blood, hot blue eyes flickering and turning to gold. Feeling them searing into his back as he walked away without a word or touch.

Returning a few hours later sated and ready to sleep, covered in scratches and bites from Darla and Dru’s nails and teeth, the rich mix of their scents emanating from his skin and causing two heads to jerk up and turn his way, blue-gold eyes glinting dangerously through the magically reinforced steel bars of the cage. Expecting them to be covered in bites and bruises like the last few times he’d left them alone, rolling his eyes as he had heard them through the walls, snarling and yelping like rabid junkyard dogs shoved in a confining cage together, but seeing no mark on Lindsey save for blood-stained lips the boy licked insolently, coldly burning eyes daring him, taunting him.

Black eyes had slid over to Spike and narrowed at the quickly healing gashes and marks along the upper half of his body where the youngest vampire had been licking him clean, rage burning inside him at the thought of the ex-lawyer his getting his first taste of blood from someone other than him. The sly cock of Spike’s brow at how fast Lindsey’s saliva had sped up the healing process of the marks he’d painstakingly carved into the boy’s flesh making that fury burn brighter, biting it back and trailing a cold fingertip over that dark eyebrow almost gently before turning to the bed.

Ignoring them and feeling their confusion and agitation over his mercurial moods.

Taking that fury out on Spike’s half-healed body the next night, feeling the asshole laughing silently through the pain at the one-up he’d thought he’d managed, laughter turning to screams all too soon and bringing a half-smile to his own lips. Let them continue their fucked up version of a symbiotic partnership, it just gave him more room to work, more unmarked skin to work with.

And he wouldn’t have to worry about his youngest withering away to nothing. Boy wasn’t getting a drop of his blood till the cocky little fucker begged for it until his damned throat was raw and bleeding.. and even then, he’d make Lindsey crawl.

He’d shoved the limp, bleeding blonde back into the cage without a single look at the stubborn vampire already inside its confining bars, keeping up the pattern for a week, give or take a night or two. Feeling the boy’s demon, his blood, push and claw for attention, of any kind, seeing the flicker behind gold flecked blue eyes with every not-glance he skimmed over Lindsey. A cold smile quirking his lips as he felt the tremor of skin both inching toward his touch and shying away every time he reached into the small cage.

Spike might have been the only one receiving the pain but at least he was being acknowledged, given importance, seen. He knew his boy.. knew what the lack of attention combined with the demon screaming for its blood, its sire, was doing to the proud young lawyer.

Had always known just how to play him, the word or look that would set him off or shut him down, pain darkening those pale, pale eyes as he’d ignored the twinge to his soul that the anguished plea to be seen had set off in him. Or rather, the enjoyment he got from watching the spark in the boy’s eyes turn to a cry for acknowledgment to dead resignation. Even with a soul, he’d been a fucked up bastard, picking and choosing who to ‘save’, who deserved a chance to live.

Lindsey’s pain had always pleased him.

Circling the cage now, watching the two trying to conceal the fact they were watching him just as closely. Hand brushing the lock on the front and seeing Spike flinch before hiding it with a sneer and a tilt to his chin, but simply flicking the iron with a fingertip before circling around again.

He flattened his palm to the bars and trailed it slowly over cold steel and only slightly warmer, sleek skin. Spike’s milk white and flawless but for the bleeding jagged marks and cuts Lindsey’s tongue couldn’t reach, the lawyer’s tan fading slowly but still markedly darker.

Pausing just before reaching that perfect, still slightly sun-kissed expanse of skin, letting Lindsey feel his touch ghosting over the anticipation-frozen shoulder near quivering for contact. Press of one cold fingertip to stone-hard tense muscle and bone making the boy jump, a chill rippling up the spine pressed cruelly into the bars and causing every hair on his arms and the vulnerable nape of his neck to stand. Slight hiss and choked gasp freezing in the brunette’s tight throat as he tried to conceal his reaction to the first touch he’d had of Angelus since being turned.

A cold laugh, just a huff of breath but mocking enough that he knew it echoed inside the proud, hard head, coming from his throat as he circled once more, glancing down into hyper-aware sharp eyes, so many emotions ripping through the clear blue that the boy might as well have been showing no emotion at all for all the luck Angelus had in reading them, going blank before he had a chance to try. Lip curling as his hand slid down to the front of his pants, heel of his hand grinding over the ever-present erection he always had in this room.

Fuck, anywhere he was around the too-fucking-pretty lawyer.

Eyes never leaving that clear, icey blue as he deftly unfastened them and slid his hand down in, hips rocking and swiveling once as he gripped cool, pulsing flesh and eased it past soft leather, wrapping his fist tight and tugging roughly. Harsh moan slipping from his throat as he watched Lindsey’s eyes flare, chest rising in unneeded breath as the boy inhaled sharply.

Seeing Spike relax back against the cage as he realized he was free from Angelus’ attention for a while.

Other hand sliding through the bars to fist into that tousled mess of silky, dark hair, jerking his head forward and pressing it tight to cold steel, watching the pale eyes flicker gold in rebellion but fade into overpowering blue, needy, hurt-me blue. Gripping his dick and pressing the sensitive, wet tip to those luscious, full lips, seeing them part slowly. His low hiss echoing in the silent room as Lindsey’s tongue slid over them, brushing silkily along the head of his cock as the boy licked the taste of him off his lips.

Releasing his dick to slide his hand through the bars, fingertips gently, almost tenderly tracing along Lindsey’s cheek, watching him flinch away but tightening the fist wrapped in the lawyer’s silken hair, holding him still for the soft touches even as he yanked sharp and thrust his hips forward, driving the head of his cock past gasping, parted lips.

Making a mockery of the tender brushes over the boy’s jaw and down his neck, the gentle tapping of fingertips over healed scars.

“If I feel your teeth, it’ll be the last time you’ll have them,” he warned softly, coldly, as he stared emotionlessly down into clear, shielded eyes, eyes that fought the fall into the abyss of the black ones boring down into them. Finally closing his own with a half smile as he arched his hips and tightened his fist, pressing Lindsey’s face harder against the bars as he lost himself to the cool confines of his mouth, that taunting, biting mouth with those fucking sneering lips, lips made for what the boy was doing with them now. Let him keep his spirit, that fire in his eyes.

They won’t remain shielded from him forever.

He can wait.