disclaimer: Officially disclaimed.
author's note: Pretty dark. Written in response to the "Well, there was that one time -- " in series 5 of AtS. Please review!
summary: Spike remembers that time, and how he didn't have an excuse for enjoying it. Spike/Angelus.
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once
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It was always about power. Whatever Angelus wanted, Angelus took, no matter Spike's complaints. Drusilla had explosive need, so Angelus had Drusilla. And what did Spike have?
(the half-crescent-moon-drops trickling blood where Angelus dug his nails into Spike's flesh)
Hatred.
(the feverish gleam of desire when Angelus looked at him, as if for that one single moment Spike was enough)
Deception.
(unfortunate and ever-present snarling-curling-twisting-thrusting-deepsweetburn)
Pain.
And for just that once, Angelus laughed in a low, guttural taunt, turned over onto his stomach, and let Spike have the illusion of control.
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