![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
The Guardian Chapter 7
Title: The Guardian
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This is a dark and angsty fic, mostly concerning Angel's past with Darla. There's mention of non-con, a lot of this story is about prostitution, and there's a flashback to Angel and Darla when they are 17 that's very sexual in nature. And then of course there is some violence. I think that about covers it, but I'll add specific warnings for various chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to all sorts of other people like Joss, ME, and Fox. I just do strange things to them for free.
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spikeverse and slakerace for the beta.
ETA: I meant to ask. I have no artwork for this fic and I'd love some, if anyone would be willing to make something. I know a couple communities I can go to to request artwork, but I thought I'd start out with the people who are already reading it :) Thanks.
Previous chapters are here.
Chapter 7:
Despite his nickname, Liam knew that he was no angel. Still, he couldn't think of anything he had ever done in his life to deserve this.
Scare a moose, scare a moose, will you do the fandango?
Spike was bellowing at the top of his lungs, something that was definitely not music. Despite the fact that a laughing Cordelia had assured Angel that Spike had only had the nonalcoholic beer, Spike was acting like he'd downed half a bottle of Jack.
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me.
Spike paused, waiting for Angel to pick up the chorus. When Angel remained silent, Spike lowered his voice and carried on, singing all the parts himself.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
For the second night in a row, Angel was half carrying Spike into his apartment. This time, however, he felt very little sympathy for the kid, so it was none too gently that he deposited Spike on the bed. It was all he could do to keep from shaking or maybe hitting Spike to get him to give up the drunk act.
Perhaps the most annoying thing about Spike drunkenness was that every time Angel had tried to explain to Spike that he wasn't drunk, Spike vehemently agreed with him. "Of course I'm not drunk. You think I can't handle a beer or two?" Spike never seemed to notice that half his words were slurred.
It all had to be some sort of perverse plan to annoy him, Angel decided, because the truth was that Spike wasn't drunk. What he needed was a way to force the kid to acknowledge that fact.
Angel's thoughts were interrupted as Spike hauled his feet, boots and all, onto the bed.
"Hey!" Angel protested as he pulled Spike's dirty feet off the blankets.
Spike didn't even seem to notice.
Muttering under his breath, Angel began to pull off Spike's boots, figuring that was the only way he was going to keep dirt off of his linens. As he did so, the corner of a box that was stashed under his bed caught his eye. Just like that, Angel had a plan to shock Spike sober.
As the idea began to unfold in Angel's mind, he couldn't help but realize what a dirty, wrong, evil idea it was. On the other hand it would teach Spike a valuable lesson about what could happen to a guy who got drunk in the wrong place, and with the wrong company. And it's not as if it would hurt the kid.
Once he had pulled Spike's boots off, Angel sat on the edge of the bed and reached forward to begin to undo Spike's jeans. As the tips of his fingers slipped under the waist band and he reached for the first button, Spike, who had been ignoring Angel up to this point in favor of his singing, looked up and their eyes met.
A shock ran through Angel and he froze. As he looked into those clear blue eyes, he was surprised at the emotions that raced through him. Despite the fact that Liam's father had thrown him out after catching him making out with another boy, it had been a long time since Angel had felt this kind of lust for another man. The years spent in the Master's brothel turning tricks had twisted Angel. He still thought about sex with men, but they were dark revenge fantasies that left him equally shamed and aroused.
But when he looked at Spike he didn't feel any of that. If anything, the swollen discolored skin around Spike's eye where Jason had cut him the night before, made Angel want to hurt Jason and pull Spike protectively into his arms.
The moment of silence as the two men looked into each other's eyes seemed to last an eternity, although it was probably no more than a few seconds.
"You won't be comfortable sleeping in these," Angel tried to explain.
Spike only shrugged and let his head drop back down against the mattress.
"Bugger," he mumbled. "Forgot where I was," he began to hum trying to remember what verse he'd been on.
Angel was grateful that Spike's attention had once again wandered away from him. As he tugged Spike's jeans off, he tried not to look at a certain part of the other man that was clearly not drunk and was getting thicker by the minute. It would have been easier to ignore if Angel's cock didn't seem to be in a race to see who could get fully hard first.
Angel was no longer sure of what he was doing, or rather a whole slew of new ideas were traveling from his dick straight to his brain. He fought them off however, realizing that sucking Spike off wasn't going to teach the kid any kind of lesson.
He had a plan, he reminded himself. It was best just to stick to the plan. Of course the plan required Spike to be on his stomach. Try as he might, Angel couldn't think of a good reason to ask Spike to roll over, so he settled for the direct approach. Placing a hand on Spike's upper arm, he simply rolled the other man over. Amazingly Spike didn't resist, instead having found his place in the song again, he started singing again.
Ohhhh, baby, just can't do this to me baby. . .
Grateful that Spike was once again entertaining himself and not paying attention to him, Angel reached down and grabbed the box out from under the bed. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a string of bright blue anal beads. The beads were tapered so that they started off small, but each bead was a bit bigger than the last one.
As Angel began to cover the smallest beads with lube, he tried not to think too much about exactly what he was doing, because his emotions ran a confusing gamut from guilt to lust.
The latter only got worse when he looked up from his work, to see Spike lying on his stomach, naked from the waist down. The blonde's eyes were closed, although he was still singing softly, indicating he hadn't fallen asleep.
Swallowing, Angel suddenly wondered how he was going to carry out this plan of his. The more he looked at the smooth curves of Spike's ass, the less he trusted himself to touch the inviting flesh.
But there was no turning back. His cock had very clear ideas about what it wanted to do, and even though Angel had no intension of gratifying its basest desires, he knew there was no way he could just do nothing.
Besides, he reminded himself, this was about teaching Spike a lesson, and it was all his fault anyway. If he hadn't gotten himself 'drunk' Angel wouldn't have been sitting there considering molesting him. This was all for Spike's own good.
Remembering just how annoying Spike was got Angel to finally act. He leaned forward on the bed, holding himself up with one hand as he hovered over the half naked blonde. In his other hand he held the string of slick beads. The plastic between each bead was thick enough that he could hold one end while guiding the other end as if it were a curved stick. The smallest bead brushed Spike's skin just to the left of the pink ring of flesh Angel was aiming for.
There was no resistance as the first bead slid home, and Spike's reaction was slow and muted. "Hmm? What?"
The second bead was big enough that Angel had to push slightly to get it to pass through the tight puckered hole.
That one got Spike's attention. "What the he-aaahhh?" As he spoke Spike tried to move away from he assumed was part of Angel. Instead he ended up rolling into the curve of the beads. Angel didn't let up the gentle pressure he was exerting on the other end and Spike ended up impaling himself on several more of the beads.
"What the fuck?" Spike cried as he gain coherence, and started to move in the other direction.
This time Angel was forced to let go or else Spike's movements would have pulled the beads out. Spike quickly turned his body so that he was facing Angel, and his ass was protected. As he did so, Angel couldn't help but notice that the younger man was still sporting a very impressive erection, and since it was a little too late to pretend that he wasn't interested, Angel let his eyes linger.
"What the fuck?" a confused Spike repeated, as he realized that despite the fact that Angel was clearly in front of him, something was still behind and inside of him.
Spike looked over his shoulder, and started to turn around, trying to see the offending object. Angel couldn't help but chuckle as the kid spun around much like a dog chasing his own tale. A drunken dog in this case, because as Spike moved, the beads moved inside of him, obviously brushing against a sensitive spot, because Spike's pants of frustration turned into a series of quite moans. He ended up on his hands and knees, catching his breath as he tried to figure out how to move without jostling the beads.
Angel had to stifle a groan of his own, as he looked at the pretty pale ass that was thrust up into the air. It seemed like the kid was practically begging Angel to rip out the beads and replace them with his cock, and Angel wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. He was suddenly very aware of just how long it had been since he'd slept with anyone, and obviously the years of celibacy were affecting his brain in strange ways.
Spike slowly reached back with one hand, obviously about to try and pull the beads out. Without thinking, Angel moved, grabbing Spike's hand and forcing back down on the mattress as he settled his body behind the kid.
"You should really jerk off first," he whispered hoarsely in the blonde's ear.
"Fuck off," Spike said, obviously not understanding that Angel's statement was simply meant to be a bit of friendly advice about how to get the most out of sex toys and had nothing whatsoever to do with the large erection that Angel was grinding against Spike's left butt check.
Afraid that he would lose his tenuous control over his dick at any second, Angel reached around the struggling kid with his left arm, pinning him against his chest. His right arm then dropped down to grab Spike's cock and began to pump it furiously.
For just a second Spike struggled against the bigger man. Then his grunts of frustration turned into moans, and he started to thrust into Angel's grip. He wasn't the only one. Even though he was still fully clothed, Angel couldn't help but grind himself against Spike's ass. He could feel the beads against his right thigh, and he tried to rub his body against Spike's in such a way that the beads rocked pleasurably inside of the kid. It was obvious from Spike's whimpers and moans and the abandon with which he was fucking Angel's hand, that it was working.
The desperate begging in Spike's voice betrayed how close he was to coming. Confident that Spike wouldn't try to pull away, Angel released his grip on the smaller man's chest, and sat back on his heels. In one swift steady motion he pulled on the end of the string.
Spike let out a strangled scream, and Angel could feel the sticky semen spilling over his hand. Spike crumpled, collapsing forward onto the bed, his panting the only sound in the suddenly quiet room.
Shaking, Angel drew back his hand. The stillness that followed, seemed oppressive, and Angel felt the overwhelming need to hide from what had just happened. He fled to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.
His hands fumbled with his fly, letting his cock spring free. As his hand closed around his aching length, he moaned. It wasn't just that he finally giving it the attention it had been crying for since he'd started undressing Spike. But his right hand was still covered with Spike's come, which made his palm erotically slick as he began to stroke himself with the same urgency that he'd just jerked off Spike.
His body still tingled with the sensation of holding the smaller man tight against his chest. As he continued to strip his cock, he re-imangined the encounter, only this time both he and Spike were fully naked, and instead of humping Spike from behind,å his dick was fully sheathed in Spike's ass.
As his fantasy progressed, Spike turned his head, and Angel captured those sensual lips in a kiss. He came as he imagined exploring that mouth with his tongue, while his dick rocked in and out of that tight little ass.
For a few minutes Angel just stood there, leaning heavily on the bathroom door, trying to take stock of what had just happened. This wasn't who he was, or what he did. He wasn't a john, and he wasn't one of those pimps who took advantage their whores. Except now it seemed like he was.
There was a part of him who didn't want to have anything further to do with Spike because of the seediness of the situation. But there was a bigger part that was incredibly lonely. That was tired of waiting for Darla to forgive him for the unforgivable. And with Spike he couldn't make the sort of excuses he made with Cordelia. Spike wasn't a nice kid, and didn't have a bright future ahead of him. He was already part of the same dirty underworld as Angel.
And so what if it couldn't be more than just meaningless tawdry sex? He didn't think he was capable of anything deeper these days, too much had died inside of him, but having another body to hold was incredibly seductive.
By the time he had cleaned himself up and gotten up the courage to return to the bedroom, Spike was sound asleep on the bed, a look of peace on his sleeping features.
It was enough to make Angel want to hit the kid, because nothing he felt was remotely peaceful. But he held back. Instead he stripped off his clothes, put on his silk pajama bottoms, lay down on the bed, and prayed for the oblivion of sleep to take him quickly.
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This is a dark and angsty fic, mostly concerning Angel's past with Darla. There's mention of non-con, a lot of this story is about prostitution, and there's a flashback to Angel and Darla when they are 17 that's very sexual in nature. And then of course there is some violence. I think that about covers it, but I'll add specific warnings for various chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to all sorts of other people like Joss, ME, and Fox. I just do strange things to them for free.
A/N: Thanks to
spikeverse and slakerace for the beta.ETA: I meant to ask. I have no artwork for this fic and I'd love some, if anyone would be willing to make something. I know a couple communities I can go to to request artwork, but I thought I'd start out with the people who are already reading it :) Thanks.
Previous chapters are here.
Chapter 7:
Despite his nickname, Liam knew that he was no angel. Still, he couldn't think of anything he had ever done in his life to deserve this.
Scare a moose, scare a moose, will you do the fandango?
Spike was bellowing at the top of his lungs, something that was definitely not music. Despite the fact that a laughing Cordelia had assured Angel that Spike had only had the nonalcoholic beer, Spike was acting like he'd downed half a bottle of Jack.
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me.
Spike paused, waiting for Angel to pick up the chorus. When Angel remained silent, Spike lowered his voice and carried on, singing all the parts himself.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
For the second night in a row, Angel was half carrying Spike into his apartment. This time, however, he felt very little sympathy for the kid, so it was none too gently that he deposited Spike on the bed. It was all he could do to keep from shaking or maybe hitting Spike to get him to give up the drunk act.
Perhaps the most annoying thing about Spike drunkenness was that every time Angel had tried to explain to Spike that he wasn't drunk, Spike vehemently agreed with him. "Of course I'm not drunk. You think I can't handle a beer or two?" Spike never seemed to notice that half his words were slurred.
It all had to be some sort of perverse plan to annoy him, Angel decided, because the truth was that Spike wasn't drunk. What he needed was a way to force the kid to acknowledge that fact.
Angel's thoughts were interrupted as Spike hauled his feet, boots and all, onto the bed.
"Hey!" Angel protested as he pulled Spike's dirty feet off the blankets.
Spike didn't even seem to notice.
Muttering under his breath, Angel began to pull off Spike's boots, figuring that was the only way he was going to keep dirt off of his linens. As he did so, the corner of a box that was stashed under his bed caught his eye. Just like that, Angel had a plan to shock Spike sober.
As the idea began to unfold in Angel's mind, he couldn't help but realize what a dirty, wrong, evil idea it was. On the other hand it would teach Spike a valuable lesson about what could happen to a guy who got drunk in the wrong place, and with the wrong company. And it's not as if it would hurt the kid.
Once he had pulled Spike's boots off, Angel sat on the edge of the bed and reached forward to begin to undo Spike's jeans. As the tips of his fingers slipped under the waist band and he reached for the first button, Spike, who had been ignoring Angel up to this point in favor of his singing, looked up and their eyes met.
A shock ran through Angel and he froze. As he looked into those clear blue eyes, he was surprised at the emotions that raced through him. Despite the fact that Liam's father had thrown him out after catching him making out with another boy, it had been a long time since Angel had felt this kind of lust for another man. The years spent in the Master's brothel turning tricks had twisted Angel. He still thought about sex with men, but they were dark revenge fantasies that left him equally shamed and aroused.
But when he looked at Spike he didn't feel any of that. If anything, the swollen discolored skin around Spike's eye where Jason had cut him the night before, made Angel want to hurt Jason and pull Spike protectively into his arms.
The moment of silence as the two men looked into each other's eyes seemed to last an eternity, although it was probably no more than a few seconds.
"You won't be comfortable sleeping in these," Angel tried to explain.
Spike only shrugged and let his head drop back down against the mattress.
"Bugger," he mumbled. "Forgot where I was," he began to hum trying to remember what verse he'd been on.
Angel was grateful that Spike's attention had once again wandered away from him. As he tugged Spike's jeans off, he tried not to look at a certain part of the other man that was clearly not drunk and was getting thicker by the minute. It would have been easier to ignore if Angel's cock didn't seem to be in a race to see who could get fully hard first.
Angel was no longer sure of what he was doing, or rather a whole slew of new ideas were traveling from his dick straight to his brain. He fought them off however, realizing that sucking Spike off wasn't going to teach the kid any kind of lesson.
He had a plan, he reminded himself. It was best just to stick to the plan. Of course the plan required Spike to be on his stomach. Try as he might, Angel couldn't think of a good reason to ask Spike to roll over, so he settled for the direct approach. Placing a hand on Spike's upper arm, he simply rolled the other man over. Amazingly Spike didn't resist, instead having found his place in the song again, he started singing again.
Ohhhh, baby, just can't do this to me baby. . .
Grateful that Spike was once again entertaining himself and not paying attention to him, Angel reached down and grabbed the box out from under the bed. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a string of bright blue anal beads. The beads were tapered so that they started off small, but each bead was a bit bigger than the last one.
As Angel began to cover the smallest beads with lube, he tried not to think too much about exactly what he was doing, because his emotions ran a confusing gamut from guilt to lust.
The latter only got worse when he looked up from his work, to see Spike lying on his stomach, naked from the waist down. The blonde's eyes were closed, although he was still singing softly, indicating he hadn't fallen asleep.
Swallowing, Angel suddenly wondered how he was going to carry out this plan of his. The more he looked at the smooth curves of Spike's ass, the less he trusted himself to touch the inviting flesh.
But there was no turning back. His cock had very clear ideas about what it wanted to do, and even though Angel had no intension of gratifying its basest desires, he knew there was no way he could just do nothing.
Besides, he reminded himself, this was about teaching Spike a lesson, and it was all his fault anyway. If he hadn't gotten himself 'drunk' Angel wouldn't have been sitting there considering molesting him. This was all for Spike's own good.
Remembering just how annoying Spike was got Angel to finally act. He leaned forward on the bed, holding himself up with one hand as he hovered over the half naked blonde. In his other hand he held the string of slick beads. The plastic between each bead was thick enough that he could hold one end while guiding the other end as if it were a curved stick. The smallest bead brushed Spike's skin just to the left of the pink ring of flesh Angel was aiming for.
There was no resistance as the first bead slid home, and Spike's reaction was slow and muted. "Hmm? What?"
The second bead was big enough that Angel had to push slightly to get it to pass through the tight puckered hole.
That one got Spike's attention. "What the he-aaahhh?" As he spoke Spike tried to move away from he assumed was part of Angel. Instead he ended up rolling into the curve of the beads. Angel didn't let up the gentle pressure he was exerting on the other end and Spike ended up impaling himself on several more of the beads.
"What the fuck?" Spike cried as he gain coherence, and started to move in the other direction.
This time Angel was forced to let go or else Spike's movements would have pulled the beads out. Spike quickly turned his body so that he was facing Angel, and his ass was protected. As he did so, Angel couldn't help but notice that the younger man was still sporting a very impressive erection, and since it was a little too late to pretend that he wasn't interested, Angel let his eyes linger.
"What the fuck?" a confused Spike repeated, as he realized that despite the fact that Angel was clearly in front of him, something was still behind and inside of him.
Spike looked over his shoulder, and started to turn around, trying to see the offending object. Angel couldn't help but chuckle as the kid spun around much like a dog chasing his own tale. A drunken dog in this case, because as Spike moved, the beads moved inside of him, obviously brushing against a sensitive spot, because Spike's pants of frustration turned into a series of quite moans. He ended up on his hands and knees, catching his breath as he tried to figure out how to move without jostling the beads.
Angel had to stifle a groan of his own, as he looked at the pretty pale ass that was thrust up into the air. It seemed like the kid was practically begging Angel to rip out the beads and replace them with his cock, and Angel wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. He was suddenly very aware of just how long it had been since he'd slept with anyone, and obviously the years of celibacy were affecting his brain in strange ways.
Spike slowly reached back with one hand, obviously about to try and pull the beads out. Without thinking, Angel moved, grabbing Spike's hand and forcing back down on the mattress as he settled his body behind the kid.
"You should really jerk off first," he whispered hoarsely in the blonde's ear.
"Fuck off," Spike said, obviously not understanding that Angel's statement was simply meant to be a bit of friendly advice about how to get the most out of sex toys and had nothing whatsoever to do with the large erection that Angel was grinding against Spike's left butt check.
Afraid that he would lose his tenuous control over his dick at any second, Angel reached around the struggling kid with his left arm, pinning him against his chest. His right arm then dropped down to grab Spike's cock and began to pump it furiously.
For just a second Spike struggled against the bigger man. Then his grunts of frustration turned into moans, and he started to thrust into Angel's grip. He wasn't the only one. Even though he was still fully clothed, Angel couldn't help but grind himself against Spike's ass. He could feel the beads against his right thigh, and he tried to rub his body against Spike's in such a way that the beads rocked pleasurably inside of the kid. It was obvious from Spike's whimpers and moans and the abandon with which he was fucking Angel's hand, that it was working.
The desperate begging in Spike's voice betrayed how close he was to coming. Confident that Spike wouldn't try to pull away, Angel released his grip on the smaller man's chest, and sat back on his heels. In one swift steady motion he pulled on the end of the string.
Spike let out a strangled scream, and Angel could feel the sticky semen spilling over his hand. Spike crumpled, collapsing forward onto the bed, his panting the only sound in the suddenly quiet room.
Shaking, Angel drew back his hand. The stillness that followed, seemed oppressive, and Angel felt the overwhelming need to hide from what had just happened. He fled to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.
His hands fumbled with his fly, letting his cock spring free. As his hand closed around his aching length, he moaned. It wasn't just that he finally giving it the attention it had been crying for since he'd started undressing Spike. But his right hand was still covered with Spike's come, which made his palm erotically slick as he began to stroke himself with the same urgency that he'd just jerked off Spike.
His body still tingled with the sensation of holding the smaller man tight against his chest. As he continued to strip his cock, he re-imangined the encounter, only this time both he and Spike were fully naked, and instead of humping Spike from behind,å his dick was fully sheathed in Spike's ass.
As his fantasy progressed, Spike turned his head, and Angel captured those sensual lips in a kiss. He came as he imagined exploring that mouth with his tongue, while his dick rocked in and out of that tight little ass.
For a few minutes Angel just stood there, leaning heavily on the bathroom door, trying to take stock of what had just happened. This wasn't who he was, or what he did. He wasn't a john, and he wasn't one of those pimps who took advantage their whores. Except now it seemed like he was.
There was a part of him who didn't want to have anything further to do with Spike because of the seediness of the situation. But there was a bigger part that was incredibly lonely. That was tired of waiting for Darla to forgive him for the unforgivable. And with Spike he couldn't make the sort of excuses he made with Cordelia. Spike wasn't a nice kid, and didn't have a bright future ahead of him. He was already part of the same dirty underworld as Angel.
And so what if it couldn't be more than just meaningless tawdry sex? He didn't think he was capable of anything deeper these days, too much had died inside of him, but having another body to hold was incredibly seductive.
By the time he had cleaned himself up and gotten up the courage to return to the bedroom, Spike was sound asleep on the bed, a look of peace on his sleeping features.
It was enough to make Angel want to hit the kid, because nothing he felt was remotely peaceful. But he held back. Instead he stripped off his clothes, put on his silk pajama bottoms, lay down on the bed, and prayed for the oblivion of sleep to take him quickly.
no subject
It was hot and dirty and I looooved it! I can just see that the next morning's reactions will be incredibly funny. Hehe. Angel's trying to teach Spike a lesson but it seems that Spike is teaching him a lesson instead - no one can resist the prettiness that is Spike (well I could be biased)!
*hugs*
no subject