Headful of Ghosts, pt 15
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Note - in case anyone is unaware, this is dark fic with the potential for all that word entails.
"Go!" Spike shouts at Xander, digging in his heels as Angel drags him inexorably across the carpet.
But Xander doesn't move -- Spike thinks from the look on his face that he's frozen in disbelief.
"Angel!" Spike growls it, kicking at the back of Angel's knee but missing the key spot. "Snap out of it!"
Angel slows, turns, and backhands Spike across the face hard enough to knock him down. Feels like maybe his nose is broken, but Spike can't waste time thinking about that, because Angel's on Xander, has a hand fisted in the front of Xander's t-shirt.
Struggling to his feet, Spike lurches toward Angel and grabs onto him, crawling half up Angel's back and hanging off him.
"Get out!" Spike gets an arm around Angel's throat and tightens it -- won't knock him out, of course, but anything that might distract him is worth a shot -- and says it again. "Go!"
"What about you?" Xander asks, struggling to get free.
"Don't worry about me, I can handle him! I know what I--"
He can't finish that part because somehow Angel's crushing his voice box with a meaty fist, glaring at Spike, but at least he's let go of Xander, who finally does what Spike told him to and runs. Spike can hear Xander's footsteps echoing and fading in the empty building, then the further away thump and click of the front door.
Spike's relieved enough that he doesn't put as much of a fight as he could at first. Angel gets in a couple of lucky blows once he's realized that Xander's gone; there's a spark of anger in Angel's eyes and no one to direct that anger toward but Spike.
By the time Spike collapses to the floor, unable to groan because of the damage to his throat, any fight left in him is gone. Angel tears off his jeans and fucks him, fast and careless.
Spike lets it happen.
"Go!" Spike shouts at Xander, digging in his heels as Angel drags him inexorably across the carpet.
But Xander doesn't move -- Spike thinks from the look on his face that he's frozen in disbelief.
"Angel!" Spike growls it, kicking at the back of Angel's knee but missing the key spot. "Snap out of it!"
Angel slows, turns, and backhands Spike across the face hard enough to knock him down. Feels like maybe his nose is broken, but Spike can't waste time thinking about that, because Angel's on Xander, has a hand fisted in the front of Xander's t-shirt.
Struggling to his feet, Spike lurches toward Angel and grabs onto him, crawling half up Angel's back and hanging off him.
"Get out!" Spike gets an arm around Angel's throat and tightens it -- won't knock him out, of course, but anything that might distract him is worth a shot -- and says it again. "Go!"
"What about you?" Xander asks, struggling to get free.
"Don't worry about me, I can handle him! I know what I--"
He can't finish that part because somehow Angel's crushing his voice box with a meaty fist, glaring at Spike, but at least he's let go of Xander, who finally does what Spike told him to and runs. Spike can hear Xander's footsteps echoing and fading in the empty building, then the further away thump and click of the front door.
Spike's relieved enough that he doesn't put as much of a fight as he could at first. Angel gets in a couple of lucky blows once he's realized that Xander's gone; there's a spark of anger in Angel's eyes and no one to direct that anger toward but Spike.
By the time Spike collapses to the floor, unable to groan because of the damage to his throat, any fight left in him is gone. Angel tears off his jeans and fucks him, fast and careless.
Spike lets it happen.
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Date: 2005-09-01 05:56 pm (UTC)I want to keep saying 'lovely' but that's getting redundant. This is just amazing, though.
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Date: 2005-09-01 05:57 pm (UTC)People have missed the fact this is dark?
Well, this chapter should get that point across. Graphically, and with great force.
Julia, shiversob
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Date: 2005-09-01 06:34 pm (UTC)I wonder if X will return ….
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Date: 2005-09-01 08:28 pm (UTC)And damn.
*pets Spike*
I'm really very surprised his 'guilt' is letting him put up with this. Ack!
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Date: 2005-09-01 11:20 pm (UTC)*hugs* The story is dark and scary and I love it.
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