Midnight and Roses
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
Views:
5,381
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Surrender
Warning: Angst, non-con.
Summary: Spike's reunion with Arellano is not a pleasant one.
Note: Spike is himself but his vampire, Demon Spike is enthralled
in his sire's presence and will force an unwilling Spike to react.
Arellano still remembers Spike as his former persona, William.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein are not mine and I make
no money. This is for entertainment only.
**MIDNIGHT AND ROSES has been nominated at the Forbidden Awards on
livejournal for the Passion Awards: Best Spangel.**
CHAPTER 27
Arellano cocked his head and smiled benevolently at Spike, opening his arms to his dumbstruck childe.
"Come to me, William..."
Spike trembled with rage and hate for Arellano as the bitter memory of the end of his life as William of Eryris was dredged up from that dark place deep inside of him. He remembered how the banished vampire prince had plundered his peaceful village long ago and turned him, making him an example of Arellano's ruthlessness.
William swore to avenge his kinsmen, then later, his grandsire. The warrior was the raging beast lurking behind the blond vampire’s azure eyes, ready to act on instinct to rip Arellano limb from limb when they would meet again. As the older vampire died, William would howl his victory to the four corners of the earth and bathe in his sire’s cursed blood.
Good plan, Spike.
Unfortunately, Spike had become complacent and off guard for this unexpected meeting with his damned sire. Prince Arellano’s silence for over a century, and Spike’s adaptation to modern day unlife, had let him leave old traditions to slip by the wayside. He knew that he had to get the upper hand over the dark vampire fast, or all would be lost.
Spike paced back and forth like a chained dog in the wedge of shadow between the bed and window, trying to forge a plan. There was no way the small vampire could cross the ocean of sunlight separating him from Arellano and he knew it. What he didn’t know was how the vampire prince stood unfazed in the burning light.
Gathering himself up to his full height and with all the false bravado that he could muster, Spike barked out a harsh laugh.
"Not bloody likely, Your Highness... not bursting into flame for your entertainment," he spat out, the words dripping with venom.
"Ah, William," Arellano sighed and folded his arms over his chest. "After all these years, still an arrogant little prick."
Spike let out a low, warning growl deep in his throat before his eyes slid azure to amber; the bones in his face crunched into ridges as he changed into game face, letting Demon Spike come to the fore.
Arellano chuckled lightly as he, too, slid into game face and pushed himself away from the sun-drenched doorway to stand tall and elegant in Spike’s hardened stare.
"Do not believe everything you see, William," the big vampire sneered through his fangs, then gestured slightly to banish the sunlight that Spike thought was holding him a prisoner.
"What the fuck?!" Spike cried out in astonishment as his eyes dilated against the darkness.
"William.. Childe?" Arellano whispered softly, his words caressing Spike sensuously.
The blond vampire shivered as all of his senses began to tingle. His chest heaved with unnecessary breaths as he felt Demon Spike stirring to answer the pull of his sire’s silent blood song.
"By the Ancient Ones! No... no... please no.." Spike whimpered helplessly as he was driven to toe off his boots by Demon Spike and stand barefoot on the cold, marble floor. It had been so long since Spike had felt Arellano’s demon calling to him... so long. So very long...
Already in thrall, Demon Spike purr-growled quietly and began shedding pieces of clothing as he moved reverently toward Arellano. By the time he reached the dark vampire, Spike was naked and painfully hard. Falling to his knees in adoration in front of his sire, Demon Spike bared his throat.
Arellano let his game face slide away as he circled the small vampire who was on his knees in supplication. He reached down and grabbed a handful of Spike’s platinum hair and pulled his head back roughly, exposing more of his pale, white throat. Spike gulped unneeded air and swallowed hard.
The older vampire could not help but gloat. How he had ached for this moment when Spike would be at his mercy. Turning William had been the worst mistake that he had ever made, but now he would make William suffer, just as he himself had suffered over the years in exile. When he had finished tormenting his bastard childe, he would kill him, then challenge Laureano for his birthright to the throne.
"Is this for me?" Arellano purred as he knelt down in front of Spike and grasped the small vampire’s rigid cock with his long, cool fingers, stroking it lightly.
Spike was already purple and dripping pre-cum like a faucet. He wanted to... needed to... cum, but he dared not.
"Please..." Spike moaned quietly when Arellano ran his soft tongue gently over his exposed throat.
"Please what, William?" the vampire prince murmured into Spike’s ear. "Tell me what you want... what you... need..."
Spike trembled uncontrollably, unable to resist the call of sire’s blood. "I... I need... to cum... need... you to... take me... please..."
The big vampire’s cock twitched to life in anticipation of Spike’s surrender, making him groan against Spike’s pale throat.
"Yesss... William...you *are* mine..."
Arellano lowered his fangs and bit down hard over the faded claim mark on Spike’s shoulder, driving his canines in as far as they would go.
Spike arched his back and cried out in ecstasy when he felt the unmistakable combination of pain and pleasure as he was both milked and drained at the same time.
"S-sire..." Spike gasped out quietly as he spilled into Arellano’s hand, then sunk into unconsciousness.
~ tbc ~
Summary: Spike's reunion with Arellano is not a pleasant one.
Note: Spike is himself but his vampire, Demon Spike is enthralled
in his sire's presence and will force an unwilling Spike to react.
Arellano still remembers Spike as his former persona, William.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted herein are not mine and I make
no money. This is for entertainment only.
**MIDNIGHT AND ROSES has been nominated at the Forbidden Awards on
livejournal for the Passion Awards: Best Spangel.**
CHAPTER 27
Arellano cocked his head and smiled benevolently at Spike, opening his arms to his dumbstruck childe.
"Come to me, William..."
Spike trembled with rage and hate for Arellano as the bitter memory of the end of his life as William of Eryris was dredged up from that dark place deep inside of him. He remembered how the banished vampire prince had plundered his peaceful village long ago and turned him, making him an example of Arellano's ruthlessness.
William swore to avenge his kinsmen, then later, his grandsire. The warrior was the raging beast lurking behind the blond vampire’s azure eyes, ready to act on instinct to rip Arellano limb from limb when they would meet again. As the older vampire died, William would howl his victory to the four corners of the earth and bathe in his sire’s cursed blood.
Good plan, Spike.
Unfortunately, Spike had become complacent and off guard for this unexpected meeting with his damned sire. Prince Arellano’s silence for over a century, and Spike’s adaptation to modern day unlife, had let him leave old traditions to slip by the wayside. He knew that he had to get the upper hand over the dark vampire fast, or all would be lost.
Spike paced back and forth like a chained dog in the wedge of shadow between the bed and window, trying to forge a plan. There was no way the small vampire could cross the ocean of sunlight separating him from Arellano and he knew it. What he didn’t know was how the vampire prince stood unfazed in the burning light.
Gathering himself up to his full height and with all the false bravado that he could muster, Spike barked out a harsh laugh.
"Not bloody likely, Your Highness... not bursting into flame for your entertainment," he spat out, the words dripping with venom.
"Ah, William," Arellano sighed and folded his arms over his chest. "After all these years, still an arrogant little prick."
Spike let out a low, warning growl deep in his throat before his eyes slid azure to amber; the bones in his face crunched into ridges as he changed into game face, letting Demon Spike come to the fore.
Arellano chuckled lightly as he, too, slid into game face and pushed himself away from the sun-drenched doorway to stand tall and elegant in Spike’s hardened stare.
"Do not believe everything you see, William," the big vampire sneered through his fangs, then gestured slightly to banish the sunlight that Spike thought was holding him a prisoner.
"What the fuck?!" Spike cried out in astonishment as his eyes dilated against the darkness.
"William.. Childe?" Arellano whispered softly, his words caressing Spike sensuously.
The blond vampire shivered as all of his senses began to tingle. His chest heaved with unnecessary breaths as he felt Demon Spike stirring to answer the pull of his sire’s silent blood song.
"By the Ancient Ones! No... no... please no.." Spike whimpered helplessly as he was driven to toe off his boots by Demon Spike and stand barefoot on the cold, marble floor. It had been so long since Spike had felt Arellano’s demon calling to him... so long. So very long...
Already in thrall, Demon Spike purr-growled quietly and began shedding pieces of clothing as he moved reverently toward Arellano. By the time he reached the dark vampire, Spike was naked and painfully hard. Falling to his knees in adoration in front of his sire, Demon Spike bared his throat.
Arellano let his game face slide away as he circled the small vampire who was on his knees in supplication. He reached down and grabbed a handful of Spike’s platinum hair and pulled his head back roughly, exposing more of his pale, white throat. Spike gulped unneeded air and swallowed hard.
The older vampire could not help but gloat. How he had ached for this moment when Spike would be at his mercy. Turning William had been the worst mistake that he had ever made, but now he would make William suffer, just as he himself had suffered over the years in exile. When he had finished tormenting his bastard childe, he would kill him, then challenge Laureano for his birthright to the throne.
"Is this for me?" Arellano purred as he knelt down in front of Spike and grasped the small vampire’s rigid cock with his long, cool fingers, stroking it lightly.
Spike was already purple and dripping pre-cum like a faucet. He wanted to... needed to... cum, but he dared not.
"Please..." Spike moaned quietly when Arellano ran his soft tongue gently over his exposed throat.
"Please what, William?" the vampire prince murmured into Spike’s ear. "Tell me what you want... what you... need..."
Spike trembled uncontrollably, unable to resist the call of sire’s blood. "I... I need... to cum... need... you to... take me... please..."
The big vampire’s cock twitched to life in anticipation of Spike’s surrender, making him groan against Spike’s pale throat.
"Yesss... William...you *are* mine..."
Arellano lowered his fangs and bit down hard over the faded claim mark on Spike’s shoulder, driving his canines in as far as they would go.
Spike arched his back and cried out in ecstasy when he felt the unmistakable combination of pain and pleasure as he was both milked and drained at the same time.
"S-sire..." Spike gasped out quietly as he spilled into Arellano’s hand, then sunk into unconsciousness.
~ tbc ~