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Ronin: Within You Part 7
The spell was broken.
Angel ripped his fangs away from the tender neck beneath him, and tore
his
own flesh as he pulled away from Williams sharp teeth. Angels chest heaved
with exertion, and his head spun dizzily. William had not yet moved a
voluntary muscle, though his upper lip twitched as though his fangs were
still embedded in Angels neck. How long had they lain here? It seemed like
hours, but it must have been mere moments. Like the old mortal saying about
your life flashing before your eyes prior to death. Angel had relived the
time he shared with William, though he had no idea from whose conciousness
the images had sprung. He saw, heard, tasted....felt...every thing which
William had in the darkest and most dazzlingly radiant years of both their
lives.
He brushed his hand over Williams eyes, bidding them to open. The cobalt
stare which met him was glassy, shining with barely restrained emotion.
Shocked, Angel took a breath. His voice betrayed his own passion, despite
his
valiant struggle to keep it in check.
::You miss him?!:: Incredulous, rueful....angry.
There was no answer. What could William possibly say to make Angel
understand? That the time was so much simpler then; before souls, and Slayers
and implants. That his feelings were so much simpler then as well. Hate.
Lust. Rage. Love. *Belonging.* That when Angelus would turn his venomous
anger on him, and beat him mercilessly, that it was almost better than
the
sex. Because in those moments, William became pure feeling. pure energy,
and
that escape was worth any price. That through it all...the years spent
at
Angelus feet, in his bed, at least he knew his place. What was it now,
his
purpose, his design? He made a jolly good show of not caring about such
matters. But this unbidden trip through the centuries had brought it all
to
the fore. What was he? He knew. He was an impotent demon miserably in love
with his own Sire, a souled vampire who happened to still carry a torch
for a
dead Slayer. How pathetic.
Angel grabbed Williams chin, forced him to meet his gaze. ::You miss him.::
William only nodded mutely, battling the immanent, shameful tears.
::Stand up:: Angel ordered hoarsely. For one petrifying moment, William
feared Angel was going to throw him out. ::What..?:: was all he could manage.
::I SAID STAND UP, DAMN YOU:: The rage in the older vampires voice was
no
longer in his control. And it was obvious he didnt care.
William rose to his feet unsteadily. ::What... --?:: he began for the second
time. But was silenced by a strong hand contacting palm first across his
right cheek. He swallowed a whine of protest, and held his gaze steady
as his
Sire glowered down at him.
::Did I give you permission to speak, whelp?:: The voice was calm now.
That
old...ancient kind of calm that his Sire used when his actions became most
uncontrolled. The combination always made William weak in his knees. Damn.
It
still worked.
::No, you didnt Sire. Im sorry.::
A snort from Angelus. ::Oh, youre sorry all right. Had the Lucky Charms
Leprauchan with a soul all to yourself. But no, you want **this**. Stupid
little boy, :: he hissed close to \Williams ear. The breath coming in hot
gasps against his cheek, ::you are going to get everything you dared to
hope
for.. and maybe a little bonus too..::
Spike watched silently as the dark haired vampire tore apart a lamp cord,
and
wrapped it casually around his own wrist. He didnt move a muscle as the
taller man pulled off his belt, ruffled through drawers to find several
more
leather belts, and came toward him, preparations in hand.
Spike didnt try to struggle as his arms were bound with the leather belts,
forced over his head, and linked with electrical wire to the pipe on the
ceiling. He stood, remarakbly composed, as his feet were kicked apart from
under him, then tied that way to the lamp which had been knocked over,
and
placed on the floor between his legs.
He could have fought. He could have freed himself from the bonds without
exerting
terribly much effort. But he did not.
He actually had to fight to keep from breathing, because breathing would
be a
show of weakenss, a show of surrender, and the larger vampire fed on that
as
much as he fed on the blood. Spike watched the way his Sire moved, the
muscles loose and limber. No more were the shoulders hunched with the weight
of a thousand worlds. No more did the brows knit with the trademark small
lines of gloom between them. He moved his arms about as he spoke, each
gesture grand and narcissistic. This was a man...a creature..totally at
ease
within his own body.
He felt the laugh before he heard it, and it ran up his spine like so many
old
nightmares...daymares...dreams.
Spike dared not meet his Sires gaze. He knew which countenance he would
see.
The deeply ridged brow, the yellow eyes, the elongated canines. Angel had
shown similar face in their escapades...their battles and their bliss...But
this total package was reserved for someone else.
This was the way Angelus wore the body.
Spike kept his eyes carefully on the floor as the hulking form circled
him, a
carrion.
He was talking. Even the voice wasnt the same. It had a lilting quality
to
it...part Irish
accent, part acerbic pscyhopath. It made Spikes insides quiver in dread.
It
also made his cock hard as a goddam brick.
::Trouble is, I have no idea which transgression to punish you for first.
I
mean there are sooooo many.:: As he spoke, he rubbed the tip of the doubled
up leather belt he held against Spikes chest. Gentle. Featherlike. Menacing.
::We could start with the fact that you tried to have me KILLED:: He swung
the belt with a quick flick of an agile wrist, and the noise snapped the
sound barrier by Williams ear. For a second, he was deafened. But he did
not
flinch. ::Of course, youve done that so many FUCKING TIMES I wouldnt know
where to begin kicking the shit out of you for it.:: Another snap of the
leather, the other ear dimmed this time. Now it was like hearing under
a sea
of water.. a bathtub of bubbles...<<you dont have to breathe, idiot
childe>>
::So lets start with the basics. You forgot your place. You forgot who
you
are, who I am, and what that means in the scheme of things. Ill tell you
what
it means, boy.::
The first **crack** of the whip against his back made Spike arch forward
despte his
resolve. He had forgotten how strong......
..::You forgot, didnt you?:: The sing song voice. So tranquil. **Crack**
A
second stripe marred the smooth lines of his bare back.
::You forgot how easy it was for me to make you cry.:: **Crack** This time
the back of his thighs were the target. Angelus aim was always accurate.
With one stroke a large angry welt covered both of the blonds trembling
upper
legs.
::You asked for this, boy. In actions, and in words. Never let it be said
I
dont give you
what you want.:: **Crack** Spikes eyes had been closed in pain, and he
hadnt
noticed Angelus stood in front of him. Until the blow landed on his chest,
leaving a streak of blood across both flat nipples with the expert swing.
::Open your eyes:: Such a soft voice. As Spike did, the leather flew again,
this time across the front of his legs. Thank the gods for good aim. Still,
he shook and tried in vain to shield himself. A smirk. ::Dont worry. Not
gonna hurt any part I need later on.:: Angelus reached out and took hold
of
that part, and despite the pain pulsing at the site of each lash mark,
the
bound vampire arched forward into the caress. More laughter.
::You are sooooo predictable, Spike.:: **Crack** ....Again,...Again,...
Again. Shoulders pulsed under the repeated force of impact. Blood flowed
freely now down Spikes back, running down his legs and onto the wooden
floor.
The blond vampire bit his lip to keep from crying out. The blood flowed
too
now down his chin, but....no defeat. A sigh by his ear. Again, William
hadnt
noticed that his tormentor had moved til it was too late The body moved
quicker when Angelus was in full posession of it. With a more vampire like
speed and grace. As if Angel was afraid that giving that much control to
the
supernatural forces that kept his corpse animated, would somehow give Angelus
more control as well. Breath in his ear. A tongue caressing the folds of
flesh there. ::I will make you scream, Will. You know I will. Just let
it go
now...::
Spike cringed hearing the words he had uttered in the elevator being spoken
this way. A cruel tug to the blond hair, words uttered against sweat-covered
cheeks this time. ::What did you expect, boy? You dissapoint me. Have you
romanticized me that much over the years? Im Savior or Satan, is that right?
Rarely do you hit the mark...::
Handful of platinum hair released with a jerk, throwing Spikes neck forward,
then back once more. Dizzy with the wrenching motion, his brain bouncing
against his skull.
Mouth against the rivulets of blood pouring from his wounded flesh. Cold,
hard, insistent kisses. Spike moaned. Sharp fingernails dug into his thighs
as a probing tongue found each wound, and sharp teeth reopened them. A
hiss
through clenched jaws. ::Why wont you scream for me, Will?:: Mouthful of
blood. Snapping bites against his inner thigh..close..so close to....he
wouldnt.
::Ah, Will, you know I love you..:: Sarcasm. The lash marks barely bee
stings by
comparison. ::You know what your problem is?:: Again hed moved too quickly
for Spike to process. He was already across the room, rummaging through
drawers searching for...something. Apparantly something he thought was
important enough to delay his little game for...
He returned to his Childes side empty handed and looking annoyed...feral
and
annoyed. Always a painful combination for anyone unlucky enough to be tied
up
and witnessing it. ::Your problem is your skin.:: Angelus ran a long
fingered hand down Spikes flank, smirking at the shudder it elicited. His
caress lingered on one hip, before he raised back and smacked it, leaving
an
angry hand print over the hip bone.
::Dont get me wrong, its... beautiful skin.:: Another biting slap, to the
opposite hip. ::Its so pale:: *Slap* ::So smooth:: *Slap*.
::So very very ..soft:: A single slap to the face....almost feeble by
comparison to the
others...Spikes eyes flew open. The intent was only to get his attention.
A
broad, ominous smile met him.
::You know, when it was night, and the three of us were asleep together,
sometimes, I would wake up, and feel a small, soft body next to me. And
in
the darkness, I didnt know if it was you or Dru. Your skin is that soft,
Will.:: Angelus caressed the side of Spikes face as he said these words,
running his thumb over the bruises he had left there. ::Its that soft.::
The dark haired vampire dropped to his knees in front of the restrained
one.
Again, he took to lapping at the lacerations which were already reparing
themselves. . ::The problem is...it just heals so damned quickly.:: Small
nibbles on the inside of Spikes thighs. ::And you know, Im kind of a visual
sadist.:: Flat surface of the tongue over Spikes balls, and he leaped as
far
as his bonds would allow him off of his feet.
::Its a shame really:: That relentless tongue moving in smooth, fluid
motions over the tender skin between his testicles and his ass. Spike
quivered under the ministrations, under the touches in stark contrast to
the
words being spoken. Uttered so serenely they could only be harbingers of
inevitable suffering.
::Im going to have to mark you permanantly, you know. Again. Its the only
way, I fear.:: Tip of the cool tongue flirting with the entrance to Spikes
trembling body. Running in lazy circles around the pink flesh, never
lingering long enough to satisfy the building need. One soitary thrust...and
the blond arched back...with a gutteral cry torn from his throat.
Then it was gone. Spike groaned his frustration into the side of his arm,
his
head resting wearily on one shoulder.
When Angelus forcefully lifted his head once more, he was holding an old
fashioned ink well. ::A nice tattoo. I cut you, I pour the ink in the wound.
Should work. Itll hurt, sure. But itll work. What do you say, Will?:: The
old rhetoric. Annoyance warred with trepedation. The former won out.
::What, Im supposed to agree with you again, now? Whats the bleedin line
you
wanna hear, Sire, eh? Hows it go? Oh yes, As you wish, My Lord and Master?
::
Angelus laughed, some genuine glee in the demonic sound this time. ::Goddamn,
Will. Im impressed. You *have* grown up. But your consent is really
inconsequential to me these days. The times, they are a-changin'.::
Spike stared at his Sire as he processed the answer. The truth of it hit
him
suddenly, a freight train in his chest. This wasnt the ancient Angelus
that
stood before him. The one who he certainly feared, but could at
least....predict. This was the Angelus who had re-appeared after his ill
fated tryst with the Slayer. The one who had tasted benevolance, and had
been
twisted to rage all the more by it. The one who brooked no weakness,
especially not from his Childer. The one whod had only scorn and loathing
for
his broken bones..... The one who had appeared to him in the vision of
his
mutilation at the hands of the Initiative.
The one who the Judge had pronounced ::burned pure of all traces of humanity::
What was it Angelus had said to Spike, years ago, as they had begun to
make
preparations to suck the world into hell...about how the Slayer had made
him....feel....
**She made me feel human again. Thats just not something you forgive.**
Spike was certain Angelus would not forgive him that either. He raised
his
chin and met the dark gaze. All right. He *had* asked for this. He couldnt
deny that anymore than he could deny the fact that he had wanted it. He
would
accept his punishment like a ..vampire. Not a whimpering human.
He swallowed hard. ::Go ahead, then::.
Angelus stared at him with amazement for one brief second. Then, silently,
he
walked behind his Childe to choose the placement for the mark. He laid
a
gentle kiss on the small of Spikes back, and Spike understood that was
where
he would be cut, and branded again as his Sires. With the tip of his finger,
Angelus traced the letter <A> on the smooth expanse of skin , before
reaching
down into the boots he was not wearing for the knife he no longer carried.
<<Not in more than a hundred years>>
Spike heard the dull thud as Angels body collapsed onto the wood floor.
He
craned his neck in his bonds, and out of the corner of his eye, saw his
Sire
laying in a pool of his own blood. With a curse born of equal parts
frustration and relief, he tore free of the restraints.He kicked the lamp
out
of the way, and bent over the prone form.
Angels eyes were closed, his hand cupped over his nostrils, from where
the
endless flow of blood appeared to be stemming. Spike snorted, ::For pitys
sake, Angelus, this whole schtick works alot better if you bleed from your
palms...:: He waited for the broody, smart ass retort. None was forthcoming.
::Angel!:: he shouted, gently shaking the strong shoulder. Still, no reply.
::Angel,
dammnit!:: He moved the dark haired mans hands and was stunned at the amount
and velocity of the blood flow. ::Fuck...:: he murmered. Then he scooped
the
large vampire into his arms, and gently carried him to the bed. As Spike
lay
the still bleeding, dark head of his Sire upon the pillows, his left hand
opened. The green stone clattered noisily to the floor.
End Part 7