Bitch

NOTE! As of 3/5/04 I edited Chapter 4 - I added a blurb at the end that helps clarify some things. Please read that before going on to this chapter! Thanks!!


~Flashback~
”Sire, please…” Angelus’ eyes danced with delight at the writhing Childe beneath him. Rubbing his cock along the blonde’s quivering pucker, he continued teasing. “Mmmm…..my little boy wants to get fucked, don’t you baby?”

“Yes! God…fuck me daddy, pleease!” Angelus rolled off William and sat against the headboard, the boy thrashing in agony. “Get up, mttlettle bitch, I wanna see you dance on my cock like you were made to do.” William scrambled to his knees and, straddling Angelus’ thighs, quickly sank down. Head thrown back, neck bared, he gasped, “Sire…” Flexing powerful thighs, the boy began working himself on Angelus’ shaft. Angelus simply watched the boy, one hand lightly resting on a narrow hip, the other skating over a smooth chest, teasingly flicking over raised pink nipples. Every shudder, every gasp, avidly recorded and catalogued. As the thrusts became more erratic, Angelus began pistoning his hips up into the boy, purposely hitting the sweet spot that made his baby boy cry out his name. Nearing climax himself, he grasped the swaying erection and began pulling it in counterpoint to his powerful thrusts. William jerked and came over his chest, spasming muscles grasping his cock. Sinking his teeth into the neck bared before him, Angelus came deep in his Favored Childe’s body. Panting, William slumped onto his naked chest. “Mmmmm…I love you, Angelus.” Angelus stiffened. Surely the boy didn’t…he couldn’t…Darla would…

Without a word, he ripped the blonde from his chest and threw him against the wall. William crumpled to the floor and raised tear-glazed eyes filled with confusion. “William, we’re vampires. We don’t love. We fuck. We watch each other’s backs. But we don’t love. You…you don’t really love me – you’re just a wanton little bitch who’d do anything for a taste of cock. This…” gesturing between the two of them, “…isn’t love. It’s lust and convenience. If I died tomorrow, you wouldn’t wait a day before finding someone else to fuck you. It’s the way this works.” The tears streaming down his broken Childe’s face tugged at Angelus’…*No. We’re vampires. The sooner he figures this out the better. He’ll learn soon enough.* “Now, get some rest, boy.” Satisfied that his Childe understood, Angelus rolled off the bed, wiped the boy’s come off with the bedsheet, and left to find his Sire.
~End Flash~

Every waking moment he’d been plagued by thoughts of his boy – Angelus, not able to take control and deal with the situation as he’d like, seemed determined to drive Angel around the bend with sounds and images of the beautiful blonde Childe that had stolen his heart. Yes, Angelus had loved his baby boy, but he couldn’t admit it, couldn’t risk what Darla would do to them both if she’d ever found out. And it had broken his soft, sweet Childe, hardening William’s edges and twisting his passion until Spike emerged from the ashes of Angelus’ abuse, never again to speak of love for his Sire. And now, Spike, the hardened shell his boy had become, was in trouble. Angel sighed. He owed this to his Childe – to the fragments of William he knew still existed embedded in the Spike persona. He couldn’t let his boy down, not after all this time. Making his decision, Angel picked up the phone.

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Spike blinked at the face peering down at him. It was…Xander Harris? Hope rose in his chest. “Harris, nice to see you. You on the rescue squad?”

“Hardly. Just checking on one of my projects.” *Projects? What was the boy on about?* “I’ve gotta tell you though, I’m really disappointed how this one is working out. But don’t worry, I’m working on a new plan as we speak.” Seeing the confusion on his face, Xander continued. “Oh, come on, Spike. You’re not nearly as dumb as you pretend to be. How did you think that Shithead and his cronies found you? And where did you think they got the key to unchain you? Surely you didn’t think Mr. Goody-Goody Secret Agent Man was smart enough to figure it out, did you? I practically had to hand you to him.”

Spike’s felt his face crumple. “What? Why?”

“Why? *Why?* You see, it’s like this: Buffy and Willow? They’re my family. And I keep my family safe. Let me tell you, Oz is lucky he left when he did, ‘cause if I get my hands on him…let’s just say it won’t be pretty. And Buffy’s…got this *thing* for Commando-Boy, and while that homegrown farmboy exterior fools…well, pretty much everyone else, it doesn’t fool me for a minute. Riley Finn’s bad news – I mean, you’re exhibit A – and it’s only a matter of time before he turns on her. So when you showed up, well, you were just so darn convenient that I took the proverbial gift horse and gave him to the enemy. The plan *was* to find said proverbial horse’s Sire, bait him with news of his poor Childe’s capture, then sit back and watch the fireworks. Problem is, seems like the horse isn’t worth so much anymore. So here I am, stuck with an unwanted vampire and an asshole boyfriend that’s *still fucking breathing!* Don’t worry, though, just a minor setback, I’ll figure it all out.”

Spike was speechless. Harris had given him to Captain America? And called Angel? And Angel…didn’t…care? He choked back a sob. He’d known his Sire was long gone, but to have such blatant evidence presented to him? The small shred of hope he’d clung to – that his Sire would come and rescue him, saving him and loving him like he couldn’t all those years ago – died, and he knew then that he was truly alone. A pinkish tear slid down his cheek and into his mouth.

“Hey, cheer up, there. It’s not so bad, is it? It’s not as if you didn’t know how I felt…how HE felt. Look, I brought you a present.” He glanced up to see Harris dangling a blood bag over the bars of his cage. Despite his recent revelation, his stomach would not be put off. He reached through the bars towards the bag, only to have Harris snatch it back. “You didn’t think it was that easy, did you? I don’t run a charity – you have to earn your supper.” With that, the brunette unbuttoned his trousers and slipped his hard-on through the bars towards Spike. Spike’s stomach rolled as he inched forward, disgusted at what he was about to do. But there was nothing else *to* do. He had noone, was nothing, and he couldn’t refuse the offer that was on the table. And at least Harris wouldn’t beat him…he didn’t think. Harris’ voice interrupted his internal debate. “Now come on, Spikey, give us a blow. You don’t want me to have to call Fucker Finn and his motley crew, do ya?” Resigned, Spike opened his mouth.

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A wary Riley Finn glared through the barrier at one Ethan Rayne. “So we have a deal. You do the spell, and when it’s done, we’ll get you out of here.” Ethan nodded. “Great. That’s what I like to hear – I’ll round up the ingredients and we can get crackin’.” As he turned and walked away, Finn’s face split into a malicious grin. “Just wait, Spike. I’ll make you my Bitch yet.”

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