Fanfic: Surpriiise... (1/1)

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Title: Surpriiise...
Author: Avarice
Rating: NC-17 (warning for non-con)
Pairing: Angelus/Spike
Spoilers: Innocence.
Summary: After the events of Surprise, another version of Angelus' arrival in Innocence.
Word Count: 504
Date First Posted: -
Date Revised - 13-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Darkfic is dark. Only non-con I've ever written, I think. Not something that floats my boat.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

Spike hissed in an annoyed fashion and wheeled himself into his room. Dru was with that big blue geezer, The Judge, discussing pros and cons of evisceration, or some related topic. The blond vampire had gotten weary of the conversation early on -- much preferring the snap of bones anyway -- and decided to have a rest. It wasn’t as though he was going out to hunt or anything, anyway.

Grunting with effort, he lifted himself up out of the chair and fell over onto the bed.

And he felt it.

A presence. No, more than that. Almost like... a force. Intense and potent and here radiating power from the dark shadows of his room with him completely helpless.

Someone... some... thing... was in his room. And it was familiar and terrifying all at once.

"Show yourself," he stated, keeping the quiver that would give away his vulnerability from his voice. There was a deep, throaty chuckle. The last thing Spike saw was a blur of darkness coming straight for him.

Before he knew it, the blond's limp form had been flipped onto its stomach, precious duster torn callously aside. "What the fu-" was all he was able to get out before a large hand clamped over the back of his head, holding it down on the lace. Savage hands clawed at the waistband of his jeans and tugged them down.

As cool night air hit his buttocks, Spike tried to identify his attacker as best he could with his face shoved into the musty smelling coverlet. A small sound of appreciation was made before the cheeks of his ass were held apart.

Oh this was going to huuuuurt.

A ragged scream tore from Spike's throat as a cold, hard cock forcefully penetrated his body. His inner lining tore and a whimper escaped his throat. Blood made the invading member slick and made the onslaught easier to bear.

Just slightly.

He desperately tried to think who might do this to him. Not the minions... even with their master so blatantly crippled and confined to a wheelchair, they still weren't strong enough to pull this off. As a matter of fact, there had only ever been one who was able to... who was ever entitled to-

The pungent smell of arousal hit his nostrils, and he realised it was his own. A groan rumbled deep in his throat as the line between pleasure and pain officially smeared.

As he recognised his assailant.

There was a satisfied grunt from above, and cool semen soothed his torn channel, but the realisation of who was attacking him was the catalyst for Spike's own violent orgasm. The blond was flipped over onto his back and pinned to the mattress as the large form straddled his hips. The prone vampire looked up into dark, brown eyes, unclouded by mortality and guilt.

"Angelus?" he whispered.

A smile tugged at the dark-haired vampire's mouth. He leant down and smashed his lips to Spike's.

"Yeah baby," he purred silkily, "I'm back."

~finis