Last Rites
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dragonyphoenixTitle: Last Rites
Fandom: AtS
Characters/Pairing: Lindsey/Spike, Angel
Rating: Mature. So not work safe.
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks:
Notes: Alternate sequel to Runic Salvation: in this version, Spike does turn Lindsey.
Spike pulled his fangs out of Lindsey's neck. “I've escaped Angel,” Lindsey said with what he thought were his final words.
His heart was almost still by the time Spike cut a line across his own chest and forced Lindsey's lips to it. His mind screamed out its denial – he didn't want to be drawn back, to become vulnerable to Angel again – even as the change took over, forcing him to drink.
As he came back to himself, Lindsey kept his eyes closed, overwhelmed by the scents that tripped across his palate. The strongest was blood. His own. Even without opening his eyes, he could tell it was old enough to have dried and that it was about thirty feet away. The scent of blood awoke his hunger and he bolted up, scanning the room for food.
“Ready to eat, pet?” Spike asked as if it were just a casual question. Too hungry to form a coherent thought, Lindsey growled in response. Spike reached out the door, dragged a gagged and bound woman into the room, and tossed her onto the bed. She cringed away but that just made her more appetizing. Lindsey drained her in a flash and then tossed her off the bed, jumping when she crashed against the wall before falling to a heap on the floor. “Careful, pet,” Spike warned. “Don't know your own strength.”
A smile played across Lindsey's lips as he stretched seductively on the bed.
“Pretty,” Spike said. As Lindsey's lips twisted into a confident smirk, Spike added, “Not you, pet. Well, yes you, but I was referring to them.” Following Spike's gesture, Lindsey looked down, expecting to see the bleeding wounds he'd carved into himself. Silvery runes shimmered in the light, looking almost alive.
“I'm invisible to magical sight?”
“Got plans, do you?” Spike replied, tracing one rune with a feathery touch.
Lindsey shivered. “Got a problem with that?” he asked huskily.
Spike shed his human face. “Should I?”
Lindsey bared his neck to Spike's fangs.
Spike shoved past Harmony's ineffectual shouts and barged into Angel's office.
“What the hell'd you do?”
“Not now, Spike,” Angel growled, not in the mood for whatever game Spike had going.
“He's gone.”
“What? Who?” Angel blinked his confusion. “I don't have time for this, whatever it is.” Ignoring Spike, Angel bent back over his paperwork.
“Lindsey's gone,” Spike shouted, slamming a fist onto Angel's desk. “You were supposed to scare him a bit, not drive him off.”
Angel looked up sharply. “Lindsey's missing?” He thought a moment. “No problem. Have Harmony contact a Seer. A simple locater spell..”
“If it were that simple, would I have come to you for help?”
Angel stood, towering over Spike. “Well, well, Lindsey's up for grabs, is he? Wouldn't mind getting my hands back on him, myself.”
“No way, wanker. He's mine.”
“You lost him,” Angel smirked. “Can I do something for you, Harmony?” he asked his secretary who was watching with undisguised interest from the doorway.
“Thanks boss, but I'm good.”
Angel rolled his eyes and turned back to Spike. “Unless you want to work out another deal,” he said, stepping closer. Spike looked up, eyes defiant but jaw clenched and body deflating.
Brushing a thumb across Spike's cheekbone, Angel said, “Cancel my appointments for the rest of the day, Harm. And close the door behind you.”
Twenty minutes later, Harmony was filing her nails at her desk when she heard a scream from Angel's office. With a frown, she tilted her head to listen.
“No, please.” She'd never heard Spike sound so defeated. After a moment she heard a couple of slaps but then nothing more. With a shrug, she went back to filing her nails.
“I don't see why we had to come back to my place,” Spike said as he jingled the keys into the lock. “Already told you he's not here.”
“This was the last place he was seen,” Angel explained patiently as he waited for Spike to unlock the door. “My Seers can't find him, which should be impossible. If I'm going to figure out why, I need to start looking here.”
Spike pushed the door open and gestured for Angel to lead the way. Angel didn't think twice about it, as head of the line he was alpha after all. Just as he'd stepped into the room, something hit him full in the face, sending him sprawling out into the hallway. Spike kicked him back in. When he was hit again, unbalanced from the previous back and forth, he fell to the floor.
From the doorway, Spike watched Lindsey as he continued to hit Angel with a shovel. Lighting a cigarette, he said, “Thought you were going to use a binding spell.”
Leaning the shovel on the rug, Lindsey watched Angel pass out and replied, “This was more satisfying.”
When Angel came to, he was naked and chained to the wall. Spike, sprawled on the couch, was staring at him. “Release me, Childe,” Angel commanded, cursing the games they'd played earlier, that had left Spike covered in bruises.
Not unexpectedly, Spike relaxed further back into the dark, leather. “Not my call,” he replied as Lindsey walked into the room.
Angel struggled against the chains. “Spike,” he growled, going for the easier target. While it might be difficult to convince Spike to help him, their history did give him something to work with. He knew he'd have no luck at all with Lindsey. “When I get out of here...”
“Don't think you're seeing the bigger picture, Peaches. There is no getting out of here, well, outside of a Hoover anyway.”
“The Senior Partners...” Angel started. Lindsey's eyes flashed towards Spike but he, in his confidence, didn't notice.
“The Senior Partners want a vamp, a Champion, in charge. They're not too picky about whom or they never would have let you take control.” Turning to Lindsey, he asked, “Ready, pet?”
“I am,” Lindsey replied. Catching Angel's stare, he slowly donned a leather glove, carefully adjusting each finger for a perfect fit. He picked up a cross. When Lindsey smiled, Angel saw, for the first time, his own half-smile mirrored back at him. It was creepier than he'd realized.
As Lindsey started walking towards him, twirling the cross in gloved hand, Angel struggled again against the chains. “Lovely rattling sound,” Spike commented. “Almost musical.”
“He'll kill you next,” Angel shouted.
Spike stood, looking Lindsey up and down with a leer. Lindsey paused, put the cross down on the floor at Angel's feet, and walked into Spike's arms. “He might at that,” Spike replied before pulling Lindsey in for a kiss. “Unless I kill him first. Adds a bit of spice to our relationship. Don't you think?”
“No,” Angel shouted, sounding more hopeless than defiant. Lindsey picked the cross back up. Angel's gaze darted around the room, searching for something, anything, that could help him.
“Pet,” Spike said in an almost bored voice.
Lindsey turned. “You said I could torture him,” he stated.
“And I'm sure you'll do a bang up job,” Spike said. “More than enough to satisfy the both of us. Word of warning though. If you brand him with the cross straight on, it'll keep burning just like a real cross. Wouldn't want him to die too soon.”
Lindsey nodded his understanding and dragged just the tip of the cross over Angel's chest, leaving a burnt black line in its wake. After Angel's screams had died down, Spike said, “Don't hold back on our account, Peaches. Scream all you want. Rather like music to our ears.”
When three more lines had been burnt across Angel's chest, Lindsey, with his ungloved hand, started stroking Angel's cock. “Umm, pet. What do you think you're doing?”
“I want them as sensitive as possible before I start burning his cock and balls,” Lindsey replied bringing the cross as close as he could without actually burning them. Except for his cock, which twitched under Lindsey's fingers, Angel was still, his eyes glued to the cross.
“Bloody hell, that's brilliant,” Spike said, getting hard at the very idea. “How about a quick shag first, then?”
Lindsey smiled but kept going. “After.” He didn't stop fondling until Angel couldn't help but gasp out his pleasure. Spike thought he'd never been so still in his entire unlife as he watched Lindsey bring the cross down on Angel's pulsing cock. He almost came in his pants at the sound of Angel's screams.
By the time Lindsey was done, Angel's skin was crisscrossed with burnt lines and his throat, even with vampire healing, was so raw that he couldn't do more than whimper. He fell to the floor when Lindsey removed the chains and tried to raise himself up but fell back down, unable to move. His face an indifferent mask, Lindsey tossed the cross onto Angel's untouched back. The whimpers momentarily took on a more frantic edge, before the cross fell into ashes.
Spike hadn't moved in all that time. Still looking at the ashes, Lindsey shifted one hip out and slipped a hand into a back pocket, striking a seductive pose. Spike's lips slipped upwards into a smirk. Lindsey looked up and caught him staring. “After,” was all he said.
Spike took Lindsey into his arms, bared his neck, and whispered, “Bite me, luv.”
As Lindsey fed, he brushed his hand along Spike's neck, down his back, and onto his ass, which he caressed, pushing Spike into him. He pulled his fangs out and stepped back. Spike's leer shifted to a look of rage as he struggled to move. “What the bloody?” he shouted as understanding broke across his face. “Binding spell?” he asked, almost calmly.
“Seemed a shame not to use it.”
“Why?”
“One pile of dust, the Senior Partners can't let go.” Lindsey walked to the desk and pulled out a stake Spike didn't know he had. “Two piles? They've got a scapegoat.”
As Spike's dust settled onto the carpet, Lindsey traced the pattern of one of his runes, hidden by his shirt but still tactile to his vamp senses. “Besides, I can't be tracked by magical means, but only if I'm alone.”
Fandom: AtS
Characters/Pairing: Lindsey/Spike, Angel
Rating: Mature. So not work safe.
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks:
- Sacrilege with a cross. Really. Not being a Christian, especially in the context of a vampire story, I only thought of the cross as something to burn vampires with and, afterwards, it was too good to not use.
- Torture and death of a major character.
Notes: Alternate sequel to Runic Salvation: in this version, Spike does turn Lindsey.
Spike pulled his fangs out of Lindsey's neck. “I've escaped Angel,” Lindsey said with what he thought were his final words.
His heart was almost still by the time Spike cut a line across his own chest and forced Lindsey's lips to it. His mind screamed out its denial – he didn't want to be drawn back, to become vulnerable to Angel again – even as the change took over, forcing him to drink.
As he came back to himself, Lindsey kept his eyes closed, overwhelmed by the scents that tripped across his palate. The strongest was blood. His own. Even without opening his eyes, he could tell it was old enough to have dried and that it was about thirty feet away. The scent of blood awoke his hunger and he bolted up, scanning the room for food.
“Ready to eat, pet?” Spike asked as if it were just a casual question. Too hungry to form a coherent thought, Lindsey growled in response. Spike reached out the door, dragged a gagged and bound woman into the room, and tossed her onto the bed. She cringed away but that just made her more appetizing. Lindsey drained her in a flash and then tossed her off the bed, jumping when she crashed against the wall before falling to a heap on the floor. “Careful, pet,” Spike warned. “Don't know your own strength.”
A smile played across Lindsey's lips as he stretched seductively on the bed.
“Pretty,” Spike said. As Lindsey's lips twisted into a confident smirk, Spike added, “Not you, pet. Well, yes you, but I was referring to them.” Following Spike's gesture, Lindsey looked down, expecting to see the bleeding wounds he'd carved into himself. Silvery runes shimmered in the light, looking almost alive.
“I'm invisible to magical sight?”
“Got plans, do you?” Spike replied, tracing one rune with a feathery touch.
Lindsey shivered. “Got a problem with that?” he asked huskily.
Spike shed his human face. “Should I?”
Lindsey bared his neck to Spike's fangs.
* * *
Spike shoved past Harmony's ineffectual shouts and barged into Angel's office.
“What the hell'd you do?”
“Not now, Spike,” Angel growled, not in the mood for whatever game Spike had going.
“He's gone.”
“What? Who?” Angel blinked his confusion. “I don't have time for this, whatever it is.” Ignoring Spike, Angel bent back over his paperwork.
“Lindsey's gone,” Spike shouted, slamming a fist onto Angel's desk. “You were supposed to scare him a bit, not drive him off.”
Angel looked up sharply. “Lindsey's missing?” He thought a moment. “No problem. Have Harmony contact a Seer. A simple locater spell..”
“If it were that simple, would I have come to you for help?”
Angel stood, towering over Spike. “Well, well, Lindsey's up for grabs, is he? Wouldn't mind getting my hands back on him, myself.”
“No way, wanker. He's mine.”
“You lost him,” Angel smirked. “Can I do something for you, Harmony?” he asked his secretary who was watching with undisguised interest from the doorway.
“Thanks boss, but I'm good.”
Angel rolled his eyes and turned back to Spike. “Unless you want to work out another deal,” he said, stepping closer. Spike looked up, eyes defiant but jaw clenched and body deflating.
Brushing a thumb across Spike's cheekbone, Angel said, “Cancel my appointments for the rest of the day, Harm. And close the door behind you.”
Twenty minutes later, Harmony was filing her nails at her desk when she heard a scream from Angel's office. With a frown, she tilted her head to listen.
“No, please.” She'd never heard Spike sound so defeated. After a moment she heard a couple of slaps but then nothing more. With a shrug, she went back to filing her nails.
* * *
“I don't see why we had to come back to my place,” Spike said as he jingled the keys into the lock. “Already told you he's not here.”
“This was the last place he was seen,” Angel explained patiently as he waited for Spike to unlock the door. “My Seers can't find him, which should be impossible. If I'm going to figure out why, I need to start looking here.”
Spike pushed the door open and gestured for Angel to lead the way. Angel didn't think twice about it, as head of the line he was alpha after all. Just as he'd stepped into the room, something hit him full in the face, sending him sprawling out into the hallway. Spike kicked him back in. When he was hit again, unbalanced from the previous back and forth, he fell to the floor.
From the doorway, Spike watched Lindsey as he continued to hit Angel with a shovel. Lighting a cigarette, he said, “Thought you were going to use a binding spell.”
Leaning the shovel on the rug, Lindsey watched Angel pass out and replied, “This was more satisfying.”
When Angel came to, he was naked and chained to the wall. Spike, sprawled on the couch, was staring at him. “Release me, Childe,” Angel commanded, cursing the games they'd played earlier, that had left Spike covered in bruises.
Not unexpectedly, Spike relaxed further back into the dark, leather. “Not my call,” he replied as Lindsey walked into the room.
Angel struggled against the chains. “Spike,” he growled, going for the easier target. While it might be difficult to convince Spike to help him, their history did give him something to work with. He knew he'd have no luck at all with Lindsey. “When I get out of here...”
“Don't think you're seeing the bigger picture, Peaches. There is no getting out of here, well, outside of a Hoover anyway.”
“The Senior Partners...” Angel started. Lindsey's eyes flashed towards Spike but he, in his confidence, didn't notice.
“The Senior Partners want a vamp, a Champion, in charge. They're not too picky about whom or they never would have let you take control.” Turning to Lindsey, he asked, “Ready, pet?”
“I am,” Lindsey replied. Catching Angel's stare, he slowly donned a leather glove, carefully adjusting each finger for a perfect fit. He picked up a cross. When Lindsey smiled, Angel saw, for the first time, his own half-smile mirrored back at him. It was creepier than he'd realized.
As Lindsey started walking towards him, twirling the cross in gloved hand, Angel struggled again against the chains. “Lovely rattling sound,” Spike commented. “Almost musical.”
“He'll kill you next,” Angel shouted.
Spike stood, looking Lindsey up and down with a leer. Lindsey paused, put the cross down on the floor at Angel's feet, and walked into Spike's arms. “He might at that,” Spike replied before pulling Lindsey in for a kiss. “Unless I kill him first. Adds a bit of spice to our relationship. Don't you think?”
“No,” Angel shouted, sounding more hopeless than defiant. Lindsey picked the cross back up. Angel's gaze darted around the room, searching for something, anything, that could help him.
“Pet,” Spike said in an almost bored voice.
Lindsey turned. “You said I could torture him,” he stated.
“And I'm sure you'll do a bang up job,” Spike said. “More than enough to satisfy the both of us. Word of warning though. If you brand him with the cross straight on, it'll keep burning just like a real cross. Wouldn't want him to die too soon.”
Lindsey nodded his understanding and dragged just the tip of the cross over Angel's chest, leaving a burnt black line in its wake. After Angel's screams had died down, Spike said, “Don't hold back on our account, Peaches. Scream all you want. Rather like music to our ears.”
When three more lines had been burnt across Angel's chest, Lindsey, with his ungloved hand, started stroking Angel's cock. “Umm, pet. What do you think you're doing?”
“I want them as sensitive as possible before I start burning his cock and balls,” Lindsey replied bringing the cross as close as he could without actually burning them. Except for his cock, which twitched under Lindsey's fingers, Angel was still, his eyes glued to the cross.
“Bloody hell, that's brilliant,” Spike said, getting hard at the very idea. “How about a quick shag first, then?”
Lindsey smiled but kept going. “After.” He didn't stop fondling until Angel couldn't help but gasp out his pleasure. Spike thought he'd never been so still in his entire unlife as he watched Lindsey bring the cross down on Angel's pulsing cock. He almost came in his pants at the sound of Angel's screams.
By the time Lindsey was done, Angel's skin was crisscrossed with burnt lines and his throat, even with vampire healing, was so raw that he couldn't do more than whimper. He fell to the floor when Lindsey removed the chains and tried to raise himself up but fell back down, unable to move. His face an indifferent mask, Lindsey tossed the cross onto Angel's untouched back. The whimpers momentarily took on a more frantic edge, before the cross fell into ashes.
Spike hadn't moved in all that time. Still looking at the ashes, Lindsey shifted one hip out and slipped a hand into a back pocket, striking a seductive pose. Spike's lips slipped upwards into a smirk. Lindsey looked up and caught him staring. “After,” was all he said.
Spike took Lindsey into his arms, bared his neck, and whispered, “Bite me, luv.”
As Lindsey fed, he brushed his hand along Spike's neck, down his back, and onto his ass, which he caressed, pushing Spike into him. He pulled his fangs out and stepped back. Spike's leer shifted to a look of rage as he struggled to move. “What the bloody?” he shouted as understanding broke across his face. “Binding spell?” he asked, almost calmly.
“Seemed a shame not to use it.”
“Why?”
“One pile of dust, the Senior Partners can't let go.” Lindsey walked to the desk and pulled out a stake Spike didn't know he had. “Two piles? They've got a scapegoat.”
As Spike's dust settled onto the carpet, Lindsey traced the pattern of one of his runes, hidden by his shirt but still tactile to his vamp senses. “Besides, I can't be tracked by magical means, but only if I'm alone.”
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