Title: Innocence played
Fandom: Ats/BtVS, Fanged Four
Status: finished - 408 words
Genre: slash Spike/Angelus, hints at daddykink
Notes: Originally posted 17th September, 2005
Short summary: Angelus contemplates William on his knees, Angelus POV
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He’s so pretty on his knees, the way his shoulders curve when he hold his wrists behind his back. When his skin is open for my view, sometimes his belly shivers and his nipple hardens. He’s waiting. For my sign. For anything I can give him. His thighs, tensed or relaxed. He’s trying to figure out my mood. What I want, what I need from him. Has he behaved? Does he wait for me to hurt him? I know those thighs, how they feel trembling around me or grasping so tight, locked behind my back, his feet digging in.
I love the power I have over him, the way he’s learned to bend. But never break. His skin, his bones, but never the man or the monster. His tears that he tries to hide, so bitter to him, so sweet on my tongue. His passion, his anger, his need for me. I created that need, for him to want my bruises on his skin like marks of owning, my teeth inside him bleeding him, making these sweet noises of submission. How I love those sighs and whispered curses. When he takes the Lord in vain when I’m deep inside him, splitting him open on my cock, to hear him beg and plead and whimper.
His eyes. Blue, always those babyblues and the coalblack eyelashes and the way the peak out between darkblonde locks. I don’t know how he can still look so innocent. Soft curve of his lips, I know their taste, their texture, how the break open between my teeth and the taste of his blood makes fireworks on my tongue. I’ve seen him coated in blood and full of glee over the kill he just made, and the same night I have him here on the floor, and he looks like this. Like he doesn’t know how to suck my prick drier than the Sahara, or beg me to touch him, to let him come. There is nothing innocent left in him, except maybe the borrowed blood from the virgin a few hours ago. But he knows what I like, he gives pleasure my boy does. That’s why he’s been waiting for me, so I can once again have the pleasure of taking his innocence, gorge myself on his blood and body, having him call for God, and plead for mercy I’ll never give and he never really wants. He just plays so well for daddy.
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