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Xangel Rocks
Angsty ;-)
The Master's Court
"We have assimilated more recruits for opening the Mouth, Master." Luke his childe said with a bow that reached the floor.
"Very good, childe. Is it the clan I told you?" he asks shifting his ugly, marred, demonic face down to him.
"Yes, Sire." Luke replied.
"Very good. We will go through with our plans in four weeks time. We, right now, have to spend this short era finding out exactly what-…"
"Still prattling along about yer grand evil plan, dear Grand Sire?" Spike mocked from the corner he was in, lighting a cigarette.
"William, how very nice of you to join our discussion." The Master said with a faked easiness.
Spike rolled his eyes at the insult of using his human name. "'m sure." He mumbled stepping away from the stoned wall, and approaching the still bowed vampire and extremely pissed off Leader. "Tell me, again, oh great one," he said with a smirk. "How does sucking the world all into our fiery deaths, serve us well. Hmm? 'M still not quite grasping it."
"Of course you wouldn't. You're a cretin with an ego too big for the entire Order." Luke snarled.
"I'm the cretin, Lukey-Boy? Obviously 'aven't looked in the mirror lately." He said with a chuckle.
Luke growled. "Never forget, boy, I am two hundred and fifty years your senior."
Spike feigned shock. "You mean that's why yer such a pathetic, old bat; that can't even block punches coming from his from minions? Gee, 'splains a lot." He chuckled.
Luke jumped up from his crouched position and nailed Spike to the stone wall.
"Well whatdya know? The old prick does still 'ave tricks. And next time ease up on the grab'n'throw. Someone might mistake your likeness of me." He smirked with lusty eyes.
"You are a disgrace to the Aurelian descendants." He growled with his gameface bared.
"Pfft. Been told that since the day big ugly, over there's favorite" he smirked again at Luke's angry face. "brought me home. Think it scares or even fazes me? Ye definitely need a reality check."
"YOU WILL NOT INSULT MY SIRE!" Luke roared.
"You forget, dumb fuck, he's technically my Sire as well. And let go of me, already. If ye wanted this sort of play, all ye had to do was ask." Spike leered.
Luke immediately let go and backed up with a look of disgust. "You are sickening."
"So 've been told, mate." He says while stepping back forward to the Master.
"What is it that you need, Spike?" The Master asks impatiently.
"Came down here for one reason." He looks to Luke. "And it isn't to fight'n'fuck with the Pavlov Project." He grins evilly and turns back to the Master. "My childe, Angelus…or Angel" He adds with a light snarl, "is being touched by minions. I will not allow it. And as is my right by Sire, I am asking for you, dear grandpa, to put a stop to it."
"Why do you care, Spike? You hate the boy, and treat him as if he is lower than the minions you say are breaking code. What would be the point of fixing it?" The Master points out.
"Because he is mine, and I will do what I want with him. Anyone else who touches him without me saying so first shall die." He paused and gave a deadly serious look. "And 'm sure you don't want half the Order to disappear before your Grand Opening to Hell."
The Masters sighs. "Fine. It is done."
Spike smirked. "Many thanks, my Sire." He gave a mocking bow and wink toward Luke before turning around. "Best be going now, kiddies. People to kill, certain someone's to fuck. You know…the usual." And with that he was gone leaving an irate Luke and annoyed Master in his wake.
"Why can I not get rid of him, Sire? He does nothing but insult us! Darla was colored a fool for bringing him home!" Luke roared.
"Hush, now." The Master replied. "Don't speak of her that way. While I will agree that Spike is a disgrace and a pain in my ass, he has done nothing yet to jeopardize our plans. So let us count ourselves lucky, and turn a blind eye to his sarcastic behavior towards us, hmm?"
Luke sighed and lowered his head. "Yes, Sire."
The Master smiled as best he could around his ugly, game faced, fangs. "Good, my childe. Now come with me to bed?"
Luke grinned evilly, "Of course."
X&A X&A X&A
Angel was almost fully asleep again, when the door swung open causing his head to jerk up then cast submissively down.
"Hello, Angelus." Spike said plopping on the end of the bed directly in front of his childe.
Angel didn't know if he should speak or wait for permission, so he remained silent.
"Enjoy your afternoon?" Spike asked with a grin only the Devil himself could compete with. "I know I did." he continued.
Angel chanced a look upwards and saw his Sire waiting for words. "No, Sire. I did not." he says and flinches, waiting for a slap that never came.
"Hmm, m'sure. Did they get you finally? That why yer tied up, pet?" he added the pet with a fake soft smile.
Angel saw the smile and heard word and sighed in relief. He wasn't being his master now, he was being a Sire. He was goin to savor it for as long as it lasted. "Yes, they did. I'm sorry, I tried to make them stop; but I couldn't."
Spike snarled and stood up, and Angel cowered down. "You belong to me, Angel. And no one else. Understand? The pleasures yer body can give're mine. Mine and mine alone. When I want to fuck you, you spread yer legs and let me have ye. When I want to beat you, you bow yer head and accept the torture. But when someone else has the audacity to touch ye, you fight them off. If they still manage to get you to a point of their control, know that Master will smell it and they will die a slow and painful death." Spike finished on another snarl.
"yes, Master." Angel said lowering his head again.
"Good. Now it's time for you to clean up."
With that Spike roughly released Angel of his confines, and left without picking him and helping him.
Angel gasped as his arms hit the floor. It josteled the broken wrist he had recieved from so much struggling. he whimpered, crawling over to bed and slowly pulling himself up. "Oh god, it hurts." he muttered with tears. He continued trying to stand, but fell to the floor again, breathing out and forcing himself not scream.
He coninues trying to breathe against the pain, and stop the freely flowing tears. "It's okay. It's okay." he reminds himself. Finally after ten minutes of trying he just lays there. Hopeless and feeling lower than pond scum.
"I just want someone to love me. Is that so wrong?" he asks the air around him, blacking out yet again.
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