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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
9,601
Reviews:
18
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0
Currently Reading:
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9
Chapter 9
*Angelus…* His Angelus was gone. Gone. Dead. His Sire was dead. Dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. *Angelus…* Angelus was gone…and….there was a fist in his ass.
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Xander was lounging on the sofa bed, trying desperately to ignore the shouting upstairs and concentrate on the wet, hot Anya-mouth attached to his dick. It was not to be, however, for just as she began rolling and tugging his balls, the door flew off its hinges. He jumped, sending his cock deep in Anya’s throat. She choked, and reflexively scraped her teeth along the length as she removed her mouth.
“Xander!” “Anya!” “Xander!”
Two heads turned towards the figure in the doorway. *Deadboy…well, it’s about time…* “Uh Deadboy, not that it isn’t nice to have you visit – which it isn’t – but haven’t you ever heard of knocking? I know you grew up in seventeen-God-knows-when, but nowadays, we have this custom of sorts, whereupon one uses one’s knuckles to tap on the door, so that the occupants can, well, put things away before your entrance.”
“I’m not entering. I don’t have an invite.” Caveboy’s glower was even more pronounced. *Wow….he’s really pissed. Maybe I should bring my video camera…*
“And you’ll never know how glad I am of that.” He tucked himself back into baggy jeans and approached the vampire. “Now, what’s up?”
“Spike. You said you were gonna find Spike – where is he?”
*Wow…Brood-boy looks rough.* “Uh, yeah, I found him…”
Game-faced, the vampire lunged forward and bounced off the barrier. “Why aren’t you rescuing him??”
“Well, you see, there’s a plan. Tomorrow, “
“We’re not waiting for tomorrow, Xander. We’re going to go get him NOW!”
Sighing, he turned to the brunette looking on with a puzzled expression. “Anya, I’ve gotta go out for a while – gotta go rescue our resident fangless vampire – stay here, I’ll be back soon.” Grabbing his coat, he followed the vampire into the darkness.
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There was a fist in his ass, and Angelus was gone, and… *Bloody Fuck! That hurts!* He yelped, struggling to detach himself from the extra-large corn-fed arm lodged in his bowels.
“Welcome back, Bitch, I thought you had left. But I must say, you’ve been such a good Bitch the past few weeks, I’m almost saddened. Damn, you suck cock like you were born to do it.” Captain America grunted out, in between long, violent thrusts.
*“Get up, my little bitch; I wanna see you dance on my cock like you were made to do.”*
*"Mine."*
Something alighted at the base of his spine. He was Angelus’. Angelus’ to fuck, Angelus’ to beat, Angelus’ to hate. And he was letting Farmboy fist-fuck him!
Enraged, he slammed back against Finn, further tearing himself, but catching the commando off guard and dislodging the fisom hom his ass. He leapt to his feet and launched volley after volley at the stunned soldier. The chip’s jolts only serving to further his anger – ANGELUS WAS GONE! Finn crumpled, and he ran towards what preternatural senses told him was the outside world.
*I wonder if it’s daylight out…*
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Groaning, Riley Finn reached into a deep pocket in his cargo pants and pulled out a radio.
“Yeah, this is Special Agent Finn. I need a containment team at sector four immediately. Hostile seventeen has escaped.”
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Angel looked around the dank, moldy cavern. He didn’t remember anything like this in Sunnydale. “Xander, where the hell are we?”
“This, my not-friend, is the underbelly of the great Initiative. Kinda seems more like the armpit, huh?” God, that boy was annoying. “This should be….hey! Where’d he go?”
Angel did a cursory examination, noting the cage in the corner and the pools of blood on the floor – his Childe’s blood. His Childe’s blood, whose scent permeated the tunnel on the left. Angelus bolted, barely waiting for Angel to catch up.
Out of the tunnel and through the woods he chased the scent, hoping for just a glimpse of his boy.
~Flashback~
As soon as the sun set, Angelus bolted from the shadows. He had to find his boy! Reaching the place he’d last seen his boy, he followed the trail of blood – some William’s and some not – to the entrance of a local whore house. There, crouched under the awning, was the broken and bleeding body of his boy.
“Oh, my boy, what happened?” Stifling the very-not-vampire-like tears that sprang to his eyes, he wrapped his arms around the bloody mess and, carefully cradling his little boy, began the trek home.
~End Flash~
He lurched to a halt when he saw the olive jeeps surrounding the bleached head. They had his boy…
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Angelus was gone.
He’d more stumbled than ran, heartbreak, rather than the bruises or bleeding wound in his ass, causing most of his faltering.
Angelus was gone.
Tripping over a root, he lurched forward just in time to see the headlights. Gripping at a fell branch he had landed on, he stood, ready to kick some commando ass. He was Angelus’, and he’d be buggered if he’d let them, well… bugger him again.
That wanker, Finn, stepped out of the nearest jeep, face bloody and bruised. Remembering how the bruises got there, he felt shame flush his features, but pushed it away – he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way.
“You fucking Bitch! You don’t run from me – I *own* you! Take a look at your ass if you don't believe me.”
Dazed, he glanced downwards. *When did that happen?* He didn’t remember how the glaring black mark had gotten there. But...but…he was Angelus’. He whimpered.
“That’s right, vampire, you’re *my* bitch, now, and I’m very displeased with you. Maybe I should take your Sire’s advice and get a whip. What do you think?”
But Spike wasn’t paying attention. Only one thing occupied his mind: Angelus. His Sire was gone, and without Angelus, he was nothing. He was nothing, but he’d be damned if he belonged to that bastard. *I’m not your bitch.*
“Well, come on, Bitch, lets go. We’ll get a whip and a collar on the way back.”
His stomach turned. Gripping the branch, he focused just a moment on the instrument of death in his hand. He raised his eyes to the smirking Finn. Struggling to speak through the bruises, he managed to grind out four words.
“I…am..noone’s….bitch.”
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Only the Epilogue to go! PLEASE REVIEW!
It makes my muse (which looks strangely like Spike) dance around in his birthday suit!
*Angelus…* His Angelus was gone. Gone. Dead. His Sire was dead. Dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. *Angelus…* Angelus was gone…and….there was a fist in his ass.
********************************************
Xander was lounging on the sofa bed, trying desperately to ignore the shouting upstairs and concentrate on the wet, hot Anya-mouth attached to his dick. It was not to be, however, for just as she began rolling and tugging his balls, the door flew off its hinges. He jumped, sending his cock deep in Anya’s throat. She choked, and reflexively scraped her teeth along the length as she removed her mouth.
“Xander!” “Anya!” “Xander!”
Two heads turned towards the figure in the doorway. *Deadboy…well, it’s about time…* “Uh Deadboy, not that it isn’t nice to have you visit – which it isn’t – but haven’t you ever heard of knocking? I know you grew up in seventeen-God-knows-when, but nowadays, we have this custom of sorts, whereupon one uses one’s knuckles to tap on the door, so that the occupants can, well, put things away before your entrance.”
“I’m not entering. I don’t have an invite.” Caveboy’s glower was even more pronounced. *Wow….he’s really pissed. Maybe I should bring my video camera…*
“And you’ll never know how glad I am of that.” He tucked himself back into baggy jeans and approached the vampire. “Now, what’s up?”
“Spike. You said you were gonna find Spike – where is he?”
*Wow…Brood-boy looks rough.* “Uh, yeah, I found him…”
Game-faced, the vampire lunged forward and bounced off the barrier. “Why aren’t you rescuing him??”
“Well, you see, there’s a plan. Tomorrow, “
“We’re not waiting for tomorrow, Xander. We’re going to go get him NOW!”
Sighing, he turned to the brunette looking on with a puzzled expression. “Anya, I’ve gotta go out for a while – gotta go rescue our resident fangless vampire – stay here, I’ll be back soon.” Grabbing his coat, he followed the vampire into the darkness.
********************************************
There was a fist in his ass, and Angelus was gone, and… *Bloody Fuck! That hurts!* He yelped, struggling to detach himself from the extra-large corn-fed arm lodged in his bowels.
“Welcome back, Bitch, I thought you had left. But I must say, you’ve been such a good Bitch the past few weeks, I’m almost saddened. Damn, you suck cock like you were born to do it.” Captain America grunted out, in between long, violent thrusts.
*“Get up, my little bitch; I wanna see you dance on my cock like you were made to do.”*
*"Mine."*
Something alighted at the base of his spine. He was Angelus’. Angelus’ to fuck, Angelus’ to beat, Angelus’ to hate. And he was letting Farmboy fist-fuck him!
Enraged, he slammed back against Finn, further tearing himself, but catching the commando off guard and dislodging the fisom hom his ass. He leapt to his feet and launched volley after volley at the stunned soldier. The chip’s jolts only serving to further his anger – ANGELUS WAS GONE! Finn crumpled, and he ran towards what preternatural senses told him was the outside world.
*I wonder if it’s daylight out…*
********************************************
Groaning, Riley Finn reached into a deep pocket in his cargo pants and pulled out a radio.
“Yeah, this is Special Agent Finn. I need a containment team at sector four immediately. Hostile seventeen has escaped.”
********************************************
Angel looked around the dank, moldy cavern. He didn’t remember anything like this in Sunnydale. “Xander, where the hell are we?”
“This, my not-friend, is the underbelly of the great Initiative. Kinda seems more like the armpit, huh?” God, that boy was annoying. “This should be….hey! Where’d he go?”
Angel did a cursory examination, noting the cage in the corner and the pools of blood on the floor – his Childe’s blood. His Childe’s blood, whose scent permeated the tunnel on the left. Angelus bolted, barely waiting for Angel to catch up.
Out of the tunnel and through the woods he chased the scent, hoping for just a glimpse of his boy.
~Flashback~
As soon as the sun set, Angelus bolted from the shadows. He had to find his boy! Reaching the place he’d last seen his boy, he followed the trail of blood – some William’s and some not – to the entrance of a local whore house. There, crouched under the awning, was the broken and bleeding body of his boy.
“Oh, my boy, what happened?” Stifling the very-not-vampire-like tears that sprang to his eyes, he wrapped his arms around the bloody mess and, carefully cradling his little boy, began the trek home.
~End Flash~
He lurched to a halt when he saw the olive jeeps surrounding the bleached head. They had his boy…
********************************************
Angelus was gone.
He’d more stumbled than ran, heartbreak, rather than the bruises or bleeding wound in his ass, causing most of his faltering.
Angelus was gone.
Tripping over a root, he lurched forward just in time to see the headlights. Gripping at a fell branch he had landed on, he stood, ready to kick some commando ass. He was Angelus’, and he’d be buggered if he’d let them, well… bugger him again.
That wanker, Finn, stepped out of the nearest jeep, face bloody and bruised. Remembering how the bruises got there, he felt shame flush his features, but pushed it away – he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way.
“You fucking Bitch! You don’t run from me – I *own* you! Take a look at your ass if you don't believe me.”
Dazed, he glanced downwards. *When did that happen?* He didn’t remember how the glaring black mark had gotten there. But...but…he was Angelus’. He whimpered.
“That’s right, vampire, you’re *my* bitch, now, and I’m very displeased with you. Maybe I should take your Sire’s advice and get a whip. What do you think?”
But Spike wasn’t paying attention. Only one thing occupied his mind: Angelus. His Sire was gone, and without Angelus, he was nothing. He was nothing, but he’d be damned if he belonged to that bastard. *I’m not your bitch.*
“Well, come on, Bitch, lets go. We’ll get a whip and a collar on the way back.”
His stomach turned. Gripping the branch, he focused just a moment on the instrument of death in his hand. He raised his eyes to the smirking Finn. Struggling to speak through the bruises, he managed to grind out four words.
“I…am..noone’s….bitch.”
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Only the Epilogue to go! PLEASE REVIEW!
It makes my muse (which looks strangely like Spike) dance around in his birthday suit!