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Warning: Slash aka guyxguy, you know like, you know read, mmkay?
AN: This was originally posted over at my livejournal as well as a community on the site, but I want to cross post all my fics here so, yeah.
It's set in Season two when Spike's in the wheelchair.
Hugs and Kisses
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I Own You
Spike was fucking pissed off.
Not only was he in a wheelchair because of the god damn stupid slayer but his pansy boy of a sire Angelus was back, and like he did all those centuries ago, was set on annoying him.
He was not amused.
If he wasn't flirting with Drusilla he was making degrading comments about his injuries.
Spike knew he could never successfully win against Angelus but that didn't stop him from envisioning ways to rip that smirk of the bastards face.
It wasn't, until one particular evening however, that Angelus decided to add a new field of torture into his little game.
Spike was in his room, growling over Angelus's latest 'annoy Spike' success. He knew that grumbling over it was only further amusing Angelus but he figured, since he was in his room, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
He was halfway through envisioning a particular bloody way he was going to kill Angelus when his door flew open, the demon in question gliding inside, usual smirk curving his features.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" Spike practically hissed.
Angelus made a tsking sound as he walked further into the room, not stopping until he was right in front of the blonde vampire. "Is that anyway to treat your elders?"
Levelling Angelus with a glare that would have made mortals run for the hills and a lesser vampire flinch, he growled out, "Fuck off Angelus; I ain't interested in your shit."
A flash of annoyance passed through Angelus's eyes before disappearing as he kicked Spike wheelchair making it fly backwards, hitting the wall.
Using his vampire speed Angelus was in front of Spike in seconds, his fingers gripping Spike's blonde hair painfully.
Leaning down he growled into Spike's ear. "It's not nice to be impolite."
Not waiting for a response he bit Spike's neck hard, just enough to break the skin, a few drops of blood forming only to be wiped away by Angelus's tongue.
Bringing his face directly in front of Spike's, he whispered maliciously, "Never forget boy, I own you."
Crashing their lips together, he pushed his tongue into Spike's mouth.
The kiss was pure anger and lust as Angelus expressed his dominance over the younger male.
Not wanting to give in to the other, Spike fought back against Angelus's tongue but when Angelus roughly squeezed Spike's growing erection between his pants, Spike moaned, his body falling weak under the elder's ministrants.
Moments later Angelus pulled back, leaving Spike with bruised lips, a slightly bleeding bite on his neck and a straining erection.
"You belong to me William, and only me."
Giving that same smirk he first entered the room with, he turned and left Spike alone once again.
Growling Spike let the back of his head connected with the wall a few times.
God damn stupid fucking Angelus and his stupid fucking mouth.
AN: I hope you enjoyed that and who knows, I might write more Angelus/Spike or even just BTVS slash in general… so yeah, reviews are love.
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