Making Things Right

Ajay - I hope you are still reading.

Capraquarius5000 - I have this thing for hurt/comfort stuff. I'll check out the community, but for now I'll hurt Spike here. And I hope you can make it through this chapter. It's going to be short I think. I'll break down the torture a bit so it spreads out. More like a recalling of it. I haven't decided yet.

Ella, Anne, Princess, Jacey, Lizzie, Anon, anon - Thank you so much for reading. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. hehehe

Spikeluvsme - Don't die! I hope you like the story. :-)


WARNING: Bad bad things in this chapter...

The demon allowed the emotion for a bit and then cleared its throat. "Okay. Let's go."

Angel looked up. "Go where?"

"Back to your office. There is no reason to stay here."

Fred shook her head. "We're not leaving without Spike."

The demon grinned. "Yes, you are."

There was a flash of light and the gang found themselves back in the offices of Wolfram & Hart. "Shit!" Angel pounded his fist into the wall. "Why in hell are we here anyway?"

Wes adjusted his glasses. "It seems that we're more helpful here so that's where we're staying. We need the resources to help the people hurt by the recent developments." He took Fred's hand and motioned to Lorne that they should leave and get busy trying to find out what they could about the after effects of an apocalypse.

Angel sat down and looked at his desk. "Spike...you're so stupid." He went to his penthouse and waited for Spike to be returned.


****Meanwhile in hell****

Spike looked up at the demon. "Alright, luv, here I am. Do your worst." He smirked as the first blow sent him to the ground. As the demon continued to beat him, Spike found himself thinking back to the old days with Angel. When the beating continued for over an hour, Spike began to worry. The demon stopped just short of three hours. "That was fun."

Spike coughed up some blood, not sure why he was coughing at all. "Fun?" He rested his head on the ground. "You got what you wanted. Go away."

The demon frowned. "No, that was Fred's punishment only. There's so much more."

Spike noticed that Lorne's punishment was next and groaned. It was a nice way to spend his time healing, listening to horrible singers. Two days passed and Spike felt himself going insane. When it ended, he collapsed. "No more. Any more renditions of 'memory' and I'm going to upchuck."

"The others have been combined. You'll survive. I'll make sure of it."

Spike shrugged, but was unaware of how bad things could get. He was frozen, burned, sliced up, bitten, and mutilated. His screams no longer filled the air as his voice was gone from overuse. The pain was worse than most and the fact that he wasn't fed scared him. His mind was filled with images from his past. Cecily rejecting him, Dru rejecting him, Buffy rejecting him, and then Angel ignoring him. He tried to cry out, but for six months the pain went on.

One day it all stopped. "Wha-?..." He looked over at the demon that was smiling at him.

"You've done well. I will let you see Angel now."

Angel appeared and seemed very confused. He looked around and then his face lit up when he saw Spike. "Thank goodness. What were you thinking?" He was restrained by two other demons when he tried to get near him. "What is this?"

The demon in charge gestured to the humans and demons nearby. "It's time for him to take your punishment, Angel."

Spike shook his head. "No. M'done with that."

"I'm sorry. You're not. His was too much to be grouped in with the others."

"I''ve been here for six months, you bugger!"

Angel frowned. "We were just here yesterday, Spike. Time works differently here."

Spike tried to crawl to Angel. "Get me out of here..."

Angel struggled against the demons, but they wouldn't let go. He stopped and his eyes widened as an extremely large demon walked to Spike and picked him up by one arm.

The head demon sighed. "I remember when you were here, Angel. You went through one hundred years of what Spike has endured for six months. Our demons and humans wanted you so badly, but I wouldn't reward them that way. Now, I will."

Angel looked horrified as he saw faces like Dahmer and Bundy. "What do you mean?"

The demon holding Spike roared and Angel became aware of the things penis emerging from his body. "No...No, don't do this. I'll be punished. Spike can't survive this!" He nearly blurted out what he knew about Spike that even Spike didn't know he knew.

Spike couldn't see what was happening, but didn't think anything of it. He figured he was going to be branded or something painful like that. He was annoyed that Angel didn't think he could take it. But then he felt what was left of his clothes being ripped off. Memories assaulted him from his past and he met Angel''s eyes. The fear that he saw reflected there made him try and run from the monster. He was forced to his knees and he saw the large cock in front of him. It was putrid and it stank like death. He clamped his mouth shut, but was shoved forward until he had no choice but to suck the monster off.

It was only a moment later that the demon threw him to the ground and wrestled him over to his stomach. Angel screamed as thorns of some kind began to protrude from the demon's penis. Spike had been so quiet and so in shock that he wasn't prepared for what was going to happen. Angel stared as the thing plunged into the beautiful blonde. There was no preparation, but it wouldn't have mattered. As the sharp thorns ripped Spike apart, Angel screamed. Spike had tried, but had started vomiting and couldn't get a scream out.

Other demons and the humans gathered around and they all wanted their turns and they all wanted their perversions. Angel was finally released and rushed forward screaming. He stood and looked around. He was back in his room and Fred, Wes, and Lorne were all looking at him oddly. "Are you alright, Angelcakes?"

His question was answered when Angel collapsed. They got him into his bed and stayed by his side as he cried out in his sleep. It wasn't long before they pieced together what had happened. Nobody knew what to do.

****Spike****

Spike couldn't take anymore. He hurt everywhere. His ass had taken more of a beating than he thought possible and they just kept gathering. He felt the hands on his body. He felt the cocks in his mouth and in his ass. It wasn't until some time later that he faced another terror.

"William...still so beautiful..."

Spike looked up at the face that had filled his nightmares so long ago. "Martin...No, please."

The man that had raped him as a child and as an adult grinned. "Uncle Martin, William."

"Please don't hurt me."

Martin laughed. "Yeah, like that ever worked before. I'm taking this chance and I'm going to love it. Suck me off."

Spike shook his head and felt a hard blow on his head. "Do it."

Spike leaned forward and shivered at the familiar feeling of the penis. Martin thrust against his mouth for quite awhile and then groaned with the release. After a few more demons had their way with Spike, he was ready to go again. Martin positioned himself behind his favorite nephew. "Are you my good boy?"

Spike sobbed. "Please stop. I'll be good. Please don't hurt me."

Martin sighed happily and shoved himself into the soft body beneath him. He leaned over and captured Spike's penis in his hand, pumping him lightly. "Remember how you used to love this?"

"I didn't! That's a lie!"

Martin licked Spike's back. "You came for me every time."

Spike choked again on his sobs. "No, I didn't mean to..." He lost himself in his memories and screamed in rage at himself as he came. Martin continued to grunt above him and Spike listened to the sounds and remembered. The other rapes were bad, but this was a rape of his mind as well as he was forced to confront his past.

Martin came then and moved to sit. "I'm staying. When I'm ready, we'll go again. Now that these demons know how it hurts you, I'll be here a lot."

Spike tried to protest, but that's when he saw the demon with two cocks heading toward him. He knew this couldn't be good and cried out as the demon ripped him open once again...Spike slowly found himself drifting away.

****Two Years Later****

Angel threw a chair against the wall. Fred jumped and Wes sighed. Lorne just sat in the corner and wished the pain would end for his friends.

"How much longer?"

Wes shook his head. "Two years today. I can't imagine that it will be long now."

"You said that last year."

"Yes, yes I know. But weren't you there for longer?"

"No, it just seemed like it because of how time passes. It was like 100 years for me. For Spike...it's going on 1,000."

Angel was about to throw another chair when Cordelia appeared in front of them. Her eyes were haunted and she looked as if she'd been crying.

Angel dropped the chair. "What is it?"

She looked down at the floor. "He's in your penthouse." She grabbed Angel as he ran by. "Angel...it's not him anymore. Be merciful."

Angel shook her grip loose. "What? Stake him and abandon him to hell again?"

She sighed. "He won't go to hell. None of you will unless you seriously fuck up."

Wes looked at her in surprise. "Isn't that kind of a given for vampires?"

"Not anymore. Spike was freed awhile ago. Then he was healed and told of an opportunity to save his friends from ever having to live in hell. Spike cried and cried...I thought he would never stop." She shrugged. "But he took it. He had no idea what it would mean."

Angel started to pace. "I saw what they were doing to him. What's worse than that?"

"That punishment became filler pain only. It was only for breaks so that his prime tormentor could recover until he could have him again."

Fred walked up to Cordelia. "Who was the prime tormentor?"

Cordelia looked sadly at each of them and then at Angel. "Martin."

Angel moaned as if he were in pain. He knew about Martin. Spike had never told him. In fact, he had followed Martin to kill him one night and that was the first time he had encountered Spike. He watched as Martin raped the young man and then decided to save the one that was called William. Spike never knew and Angel preferred it that way.

Angel fell to the ground and sobbed for a bit. When he rose, he told the others to stay away for now. He went up to the penthouse and stared at the door. He was so afraid of what he might see, but he opened the door. What he saw took his breath away and he vowed that he would fight to bring Spike back no matter how long it took.

TBC...