The Shadow of the Cross, pt. 2
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paranoid_blonde, here is the second part of my first attempt at slash fanfic. Be prepared for very out of character Angel and Spike in the middle of a torture session.
This is adult fic containing explicit violence, explicit sex and swearing.
The Shadow of the Cross
Part one can be found here
He simply stood there making strange gestures with his knife, like he was dancing to some music only he could hear. “Plunge it in, okay. Be done with this strange habit of torturing me with having to watch you practice your dance moves, Willy. Plunge the goddamn knife in my chest already.” Angel was lying on his back on the altar steps, chains attached to his hands and feet. He was held down by four of the other vampires. Legs and arms spread wide it looked like he was lying on the rack. Spike was just prancing around with a grin on his face like a mischievous little kid.
“You didn't think I was gonna torture you with a little knife now, did you?” He made some strange waving movements with the knife in his right hand. His left hand grabbed one of the pokers in the fire and plunged it in the other vampire's side. Angel roared in agony. “Now there's some music.” Spike's eyes flickered with delight: “Now tell me, where did you hide it?”
“No. Not gonna say a word. And I think I heard you use that line before.”
The younger vampire shrugged and reached for a second poker. “See, you giant gel boy, you tell me where you hide your stuff and this iron rod won't find its way into your pathetic body.”
“I told you no.”
Instead of plunging the poker in Angel's body, Spike signalled the four holding his grandsire down. Each one of them pulled the chains as hard as he could. Spike surveyed their progress, lighting another cigarette and enjoying the pain that was visible on the older vampire's face. “Whenever you think you're stretched enough, just say the magic word. Or answer the question for that matter.” The torturer stood casually next to his victim, smoking a cigarette and burning the skin of Angel's bare chest with the red-hot iron.
Growls from somewhere deep in his gut left Angel's lips. The vampire raged and twisted and turned savagely. One of the underlings fell over. “Hold him down!” Spike yelled and he shot his cigarette butt in the air.
Angel muttered something, causing the blonde vampire to bend down over him. Blood and spit hit Spike right in the face.
“I want an answer now,” he raged, jerked Angel onto his feet and threw him against the altar. Chains, still fastened to the victim's arms and legs, rattled. The older vampire tried to hold himself up to face his attacker, but Spike was on him before he could turn around, pressing his head and black eye against the altar.
Spike thrust his left knee in between his victim's legs, and then pushed him down just so that he could rub his crotch against his grandsire's butt. “Such a well trained body to amuse me with.” With his right hand he held Angel down, while his left hand tugged at the vampire's trousers and ripped them apart. “Let's see what music you make when I play down here.”
Angel's growl was practically animalistic when Spike plunged three of his fingers in the vampire's ass without any warning whatsoever. The younger vampire only snarled at this and amused himself with rocking his hips against Angel and checking out the variations of growls, screams and moans his grandsire produced when he moved his fingers out and in again.
“Boy oh boy, what did you have to wait long,” whispered Angel suddenly in a hoarse voice.
Spike ignored this statement and flicked out his knife again. He used it to trace bloody images on Angel's back, who didn't even flinch. “Gonna help me out here, or keep up with the taunting, pinhead? Now give us some answers.”
Angel managed a wry smile. “What are you doing there, Willy? Planning on whispering me into corruption?” The last word was lost in a groan in reaction to Spike twisting his knife in one of Angel's numerous wounds.
“No,” said Spike, “trying to crack you,” and he laughed out loud at Angel's scream when he twisted the knife just a little bit further. Every growl, every scream, every moan had aroused him and now, with his complete body immobilising Angel's, he felt his dick harden and throb against the inside of his jeans. His fingernails dug deep into the older vampire's neck. His imagination told him he had heard the frustration in Angel's growls when his fingers had stopped fucking the vampire. He rocked his hips just a little bit harder against Angel's body, and almost the tiniest of moans found its way out, hadn't he clenched his teeth just in time.
“Must have been a while,” teased Angel in a faint whisper. “Now Dru left you, there hasn't been many men to play with, hey Willy. Gotta use...” The rest of the sentence was drowned by choking noises as Spike pressed on Angel's windpipe and nearly cracked his larynx.
“Don't you call me that!” Spike hollered. He knocked Angel's head against the altar with such force that the vampire fell unconscious again. Spike let go and his victim collapsed into a heap on the floor. “Guess I shouldn't have done that,” he shrugged.
Spike was sitting on the altar steps again. Sunlight was seeping in through the boarded windows. He could see a ray of light creeping towards the motionless body of his grandsire, curled up on his original spot in the shadow of the cross. The chains were gone and he had pulled the poker out of Angel's side. The nitwits were gone. He had sent them away. Some things were better not delegated.
He saw Angel stir lightly and threw away the butt of the cigarette he'd been smoking. He put his boot on it, still gazing at the other vampire's body. Angel would probably try and make a run for it once he realised it was just the two of them. Spike wasn't going to let that happen.
The ray of sunlight hit Angel's foot. He yelped, stumbled up and tried to escape. Spike was quicker than the mutilated body of the older vampire. As soon as Angel got onto his feet, he was on top of him, pushing him against the wall. He could smell the blood on him, the grime, and he flicked his tongue over a wound he'd made earlier with his knife. The shallow cuts had almost healed, but the bruises had grown darker because of internal damage, and the deep stabs from knives and pokers still bled. The ripped trousers hung in rags around Angel's legs and waist. Spike tore them away completely. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
Angel trembled under Spike's hands, as if fear had finally caught up with him. Again the younger vampire's tongue licked the blood out of one of the wounds. More than the nakedness of Angel's body or the torturing it was this that got his dick up, hard and ready: the blood. He sucked at Angel's wounds to let the carmine liquid fill his mouth, to taste his grandsire once again.
And there it was, Angel's moan, all that he had been aiming at. He realised at once it never had been his imagination speaking. “There's the need, hey,” he whispered in Angel’s ear, the point of his tongue touching his grandsire’s earlobe. “There's the want that makes you lie and steal.” Spike's fingers tugged and pulled at Angel's nipples. He felt them harden under his touch.
Angel grunted and swallowed, like he wanted to say something.
“No words,” Spike whispered, “but I'd like to hear all the other sounds you can make.” He undid his trousers and got his cock out, teasing it between Angel's legs, rocking back and forth. There were the moans again. Spike could hear frustration in them. “Feeling empty?” With his fingers he teased Angel from behind, using spit and blood to let them glide more smoothly. “I think I'll fuck you right now,” he said in a hoarse whisper. He spread Angel's bottom and teased the vampire's ass with his cock. He thrust in and for a moment there was nothing else than his cock surrounded by the tightness of Angel's ass and his ears ringing with the roar of a tormented animal.
Angel's screams became more silent groans every time Spike hit him just so. “I... You,” he started muttering.
“No words,” Spike ordered. He gasped and moaned when he felt he was reaching his climax. But it wasn't time to come, not yet. He pulled back.
Angel whimpered like a little child that sees his favourite toy taken away from him. The slight shock that went through his body seemed a sob.
Spike slid his dick between the other vampire's legs again, hitting Angel's balls with every thrust. “Now jerk off,” he told him, knowing Angel was rock hard without even checking. A slight tremble went through the body underneath his.
Angel tried to keep his balance. With one hand up against the wall and the other hovering somewhere in between his head and his crotch, he suddenly lost it. He tilted over and his tortured legs didn't want to support him anymore. He gasped and tried to grab the wall. A firm hand held him up.
“I've got you,” whispered Spike, cold air caressing Angel's ear, “Now jerk off. I wanna hear you scream.”
Angel's hand found his dick, rubbing it hard, harder, hardest. He moaned, ever so slightly.
“Scream for me,” Spike whispered, placing kisses on Angel's neck and shoulder, licking the stains of dried blood. “Now scream.” With that order Spike went into game face and plunged his teeth in his grandsire's neck. Angel's moans became strong groans. He panted and screamed harder, louder when his climax came closer with every spurt of blood Spike sucked out of him. The younger vampire kept rocking his hips, until finally Angel's knees gave way to the shocks of an orgasm. Spike held him up and felt his own body responding to the sounds and the movements and the friction of flesh and the blood. Always the blood. He pulled back and shook off his vamp face. He felt Angel steadying himself again, both hands up against the wall. The older vampire looked over his shoulder and caught Spike's eyes. No words were spoken, but the hint of gold in his look said it all: “Now take me.”
Angel gasped when Spike entered him and again the younger vampire lost himself in the sensation for a tiny moment. Then he started thrusting. Moans and groans came out of his mouth. He steadied Angel a bit with his both hands, letting him bend more forward. Then, in an almost unconscious and natural movement, he brought his hand up, caressed Angel's neck where he had bitten him, only moments before, to finally offer his arm to his grandsire.
And Angel took it. The vampire went into game face, bit down on Spike's arm and started sucking the blood out of it.
Spike felt how the blood loss made him light in the head. With every thrust of his hips he came closer to climax, until his body exploded with a series of shocks like... “Dieing all over.”
Some Remarks
The title The Shadow of the Cross is a translation from the songtitle De schaduw van het kruis from the Dutch band The Scene. This song has been an inspiration and has given both Angel and Spike a couple of their lines: “Boy oh boy, what did you have to wait long” and “Planning on whispering me into corruption?” and “There's the want that makes you lie and steal” are all more or less translations of parts of the song text.
The torturing scene is inspired by the Angel episode In The Dark. I really wanted to do unsouled Spike and souled Angel, so I could write Spike on top. I have no idea if it worked.
I'm very much in dept to the stories ofthebratqueen for the way I've written this. Especially the Spike-Angel-interaction in Pet gave me a lot to work on when trying to figure out an interesting sex scene.
paranoid_blonde, here is the second part of my first attempt at slash fanfic. Be prepared for very out of character Angel and Spike in the middle of a torture session.This is adult fic containing explicit violence, explicit sex and swearing.
The Shadow of the Cross
Part one can be found here
He simply stood there making strange gestures with his knife, like he was dancing to some music only he could hear. “Plunge it in, okay. Be done with this strange habit of torturing me with having to watch you practice your dance moves, Willy. Plunge the goddamn knife in my chest already.” Angel was lying on his back on the altar steps, chains attached to his hands and feet. He was held down by four of the other vampires. Legs and arms spread wide it looked like he was lying on the rack. Spike was just prancing around with a grin on his face like a mischievous little kid.
“You didn't think I was gonna torture you with a little knife now, did you?” He made some strange waving movements with the knife in his right hand. His left hand grabbed one of the pokers in the fire and plunged it in the other vampire's side. Angel roared in agony. “Now there's some music.” Spike's eyes flickered with delight: “Now tell me, where did you hide it?”
“No. Not gonna say a word. And I think I heard you use that line before.”
The younger vampire shrugged and reached for a second poker. “See, you giant gel boy, you tell me where you hide your stuff and this iron rod won't find its way into your pathetic body.”
“I told you no.”
Instead of plunging the poker in Angel's body, Spike signalled the four holding his grandsire down. Each one of them pulled the chains as hard as he could. Spike surveyed their progress, lighting another cigarette and enjoying the pain that was visible on the older vampire's face. “Whenever you think you're stretched enough, just say the magic word. Or answer the question for that matter.” The torturer stood casually next to his victim, smoking a cigarette and burning the skin of Angel's bare chest with the red-hot iron.
Growls from somewhere deep in his gut left Angel's lips. The vampire raged and twisted and turned savagely. One of the underlings fell over. “Hold him down!” Spike yelled and he shot his cigarette butt in the air.
Angel muttered something, causing the blonde vampire to bend down over him. Blood and spit hit Spike right in the face.
“I want an answer now,” he raged, jerked Angel onto his feet and threw him against the altar. Chains, still fastened to the victim's arms and legs, rattled. The older vampire tried to hold himself up to face his attacker, but Spike was on him before he could turn around, pressing his head and black eye against the altar.
Spike thrust his left knee in between his victim's legs, and then pushed him down just so that he could rub his crotch against his grandsire's butt. “Such a well trained body to amuse me with.” With his right hand he held Angel down, while his left hand tugged at the vampire's trousers and ripped them apart. “Let's see what music you make when I play down here.”
Angel's growl was practically animalistic when Spike plunged three of his fingers in the vampire's ass without any warning whatsoever. The younger vampire only snarled at this and amused himself with rocking his hips against Angel and checking out the variations of growls, screams and moans his grandsire produced when he moved his fingers out and in again.
“Boy oh boy, what did you have to wait long,” whispered Angel suddenly in a hoarse voice.
Spike ignored this statement and flicked out his knife again. He used it to trace bloody images on Angel's back, who didn't even flinch. “Gonna help me out here, or keep up with the taunting, pinhead? Now give us some answers.”
Angel managed a wry smile. “What are you doing there, Willy? Planning on whispering me into corruption?” The last word was lost in a groan in reaction to Spike twisting his knife in one of Angel's numerous wounds.
“No,” said Spike, “trying to crack you,” and he laughed out loud at Angel's scream when he twisted the knife just a little bit further. Every growl, every scream, every moan had aroused him and now, with his complete body immobilising Angel's, he felt his dick harden and throb against the inside of his jeans. His fingernails dug deep into the older vampire's neck. His imagination told him he had heard the frustration in Angel's growls when his fingers had stopped fucking the vampire. He rocked his hips just a little bit harder against Angel's body, and almost the tiniest of moans found its way out, hadn't he clenched his teeth just in time.
“Must have been a while,” teased Angel in a faint whisper. “Now Dru left you, there hasn't been many men to play with, hey Willy. Gotta use...” The rest of the sentence was drowned by choking noises as Spike pressed on Angel's windpipe and nearly cracked his larynx.
“Don't you call me that!” Spike hollered. He knocked Angel's head against the altar with such force that the vampire fell unconscious again. Spike let go and his victim collapsed into a heap on the floor. “Guess I shouldn't have done that,” he shrugged.
Spike was sitting on the altar steps again. Sunlight was seeping in through the boarded windows. He could see a ray of light creeping towards the motionless body of his grandsire, curled up on his original spot in the shadow of the cross. The chains were gone and he had pulled the poker out of Angel's side. The nitwits were gone. He had sent them away. Some things were better not delegated.
He saw Angel stir lightly and threw away the butt of the cigarette he'd been smoking. He put his boot on it, still gazing at the other vampire's body. Angel would probably try and make a run for it once he realised it was just the two of them. Spike wasn't going to let that happen.
The ray of sunlight hit Angel's foot. He yelped, stumbled up and tried to escape. Spike was quicker than the mutilated body of the older vampire. As soon as Angel got onto his feet, he was on top of him, pushing him against the wall. He could smell the blood on him, the grime, and he flicked his tongue over a wound he'd made earlier with his knife. The shallow cuts had almost healed, but the bruises had grown darker because of internal damage, and the deep stabs from knives and pokers still bled. The ripped trousers hung in rags around Angel's legs and waist. Spike tore them away completely. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
Angel trembled under Spike's hands, as if fear had finally caught up with him. Again the younger vampire's tongue licked the blood out of one of the wounds. More than the nakedness of Angel's body or the torturing it was this that got his dick up, hard and ready: the blood. He sucked at Angel's wounds to let the carmine liquid fill his mouth, to taste his grandsire once again.
And there it was, Angel's moan, all that he had been aiming at. He realised at once it never had been his imagination speaking. “There's the need, hey,” he whispered in Angel’s ear, the point of his tongue touching his grandsire’s earlobe. “There's the want that makes you lie and steal.” Spike's fingers tugged and pulled at Angel's nipples. He felt them harden under his touch.
Angel grunted and swallowed, like he wanted to say something.
“No words,” Spike whispered, “but I'd like to hear all the other sounds you can make.” He undid his trousers and got his cock out, teasing it between Angel's legs, rocking back and forth. There were the moans again. Spike could hear frustration in them. “Feeling empty?” With his fingers he teased Angel from behind, using spit and blood to let them glide more smoothly. “I think I'll fuck you right now,” he said in a hoarse whisper. He spread Angel's bottom and teased the vampire's ass with his cock. He thrust in and for a moment there was nothing else than his cock surrounded by the tightness of Angel's ass and his ears ringing with the roar of a tormented animal.
Angel's screams became more silent groans every time Spike hit him just so. “I... You,” he started muttering.
“No words,” Spike ordered. He gasped and moaned when he felt he was reaching his climax. But it wasn't time to come, not yet. He pulled back.
Angel whimpered like a little child that sees his favourite toy taken away from him. The slight shock that went through his body seemed a sob.
Spike slid his dick between the other vampire's legs again, hitting Angel's balls with every thrust. “Now jerk off,” he told him, knowing Angel was rock hard without even checking. A slight tremble went through the body underneath his.
Angel tried to keep his balance. With one hand up against the wall and the other hovering somewhere in between his head and his crotch, he suddenly lost it. He tilted over and his tortured legs didn't want to support him anymore. He gasped and tried to grab the wall. A firm hand held him up.
“I've got you,” whispered Spike, cold air caressing Angel's ear, “Now jerk off. I wanna hear you scream.”
Angel's hand found his dick, rubbing it hard, harder, hardest. He moaned, ever so slightly.
“Scream for me,” Spike whispered, placing kisses on Angel's neck and shoulder, licking the stains of dried blood. “Now scream.” With that order Spike went into game face and plunged his teeth in his grandsire's neck. Angel's moans became strong groans. He panted and screamed harder, louder when his climax came closer with every spurt of blood Spike sucked out of him. The younger vampire kept rocking his hips, until finally Angel's knees gave way to the shocks of an orgasm. Spike held him up and felt his own body responding to the sounds and the movements and the friction of flesh and the blood. Always the blood. He pulled back and shook off his vamp face. He felt Angel steadying himself again, both hands up against the wall. The older vampire looked over his shoulder and caught Spike's eyes. No words were spoken, but the hint of gold in his look said it all: “Now take me.”
Angel gasped when Spike entered him and again the younger vampire lost himself in the sensation for a tiny moment. Then he started thrusting. Moans and groans came out of his mouth. He steadied Angel a bit with his both hands, letting him bend more forward. Then, in an almost unconscious and natural movement, he brought his hand up, caressed Angel's neck where he had bitten him, only moments before, to finally offer his arm to his grandsire.
And Angel took it. The vampire went into game face, bit down on Spike's arm and started sucking the blood out of it.
Spike felt how the blood loss made him light in the head. With every thrust of his hips he came closer to climax, until his body exploded with a series of shocks like... “Dieing all over.”
Some Remarks
The title The Shadow of the Cross is a translation from the songtitle De schaduw van het kruis from the Dutch band The Scene. This song has been an inspiration and has given both Angel and Spike a couple of their lines: “Boy oh boy, what did you have to wait long” and “Planning on whispering me into corruption?” and “There's the want that makes you lie and steal” are all more or less translations of parts of the song text.
The torturing scene is inspired by the Angel episode In The Dark. I really wanted to do unsouled Spike and souled Angel, so I could write Spike on top. I have no idea if it worked.
I'm very much in dept to the stories of
thebratqueen for the way I've written this. Especially the Spike-Angel-interaction in Pet gave me a lot to work on when trying to figure out an interesting sex scene.
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The Shadow of the Cross
Date: 2004-08-21 09:22 am (UTC)MTsFan
Ew is good!!
Date: 2004-08-21 10:58 am (UTC)*gasp*
Date: 2004-08-21 02:39 pm (UTC)*pounces on Frances*
YOU KICK ASS!!!
We-ell
Date: 2004-08-22 02:09 am (UTC)*checks story*
Erm, sorry, anything but ass kicking was involved...
Thanks hun. I was a bit worried about this part, and in the end I thought I took it way too far.
But hey, they're vampires. They're used to this kind of thing.