A/N: Is it a bird, is it a plane, no it's - AN UPDATE! Wow, I know it's shocking after over a month, technically I should be updating my other stories as well, but I've got like writers block or something, which would mean I was an actual writer, not someone who just liked typing up scenes that included naked Spike, so maybe not writers block, but something along those lines.
Anyway sired-by-spike updated an amazing story, like the day after she had posted (putting me to shame) and requested a new chapter (though no story was specified) and after ebing in the good mood at being able to read a new chapter, how could I refuse? Sothere you go, either thank or blame her for this chapter.
Hopefully I'll update sooner next time, though I do have a valid excuse this time, exams, oh the joys I have instore for me in these weeks (starting tommorrow) And it's not as if I'm meant to be revising or anything at the moment...
Oh and on a bright note, I just had to mention this, Collectormania 7 is in Milton Keynes (fairly close to where I live) and Alexis Denisof and James Marsters are going, and so am I, WOOOOH! Yes, just had to say that. Anyway, on with the story, as usual please review!
It could be worse. Possibly. Ok, probably not. Spike took a minute to evaluate his situation. Here he was, chained to a wall in Angelus' basement awaiting his punishment. Though that wasn't what he was dreading, a punishment from Angelus was not a matter to be taken lightly, but they both knew Angelus was just playing and he wouldn't come out of this severley damaged. Although it might help him if he could actually see what Angelus was going to beat him with, or anticipate the blows. But no, the awkward bastard had chained him facing the wall. Typical.
He could hear the master vampire pacing behind him and he almost flinched when all of a sudden the cool fingers were stroking his shoulders, poof could still move quicker than any vamp he knew. The cool fingers changed their direction and started a slow journey downwards. They stopped again at his lower back and he stood frozen to the spot not wanting to move an inch incase it distracted Angelus, and if there was one thing he knew about his sire, it was that he didn't like to be distracted.
He heard a soft chuckle come from behind his left ear and he knew Angelus was enjoying this way too much, his childe standing still as a statue not wanting to disturb his master, the perfect submissive. A war started in Spike's head the moment that thought entered it. He could carry on staying still just as Angelus wanted, or he could start fighting, but going back to Angelus' earlier comment on loving his fire it could quite possibly be exactly what Angelus wanted as well.
He couldn't win. Whatever he bloody well did he couldn't win. Bugger Angelus, bugger the Scoobies and bugger this whole fucking world. Not literally though, just the thought of buggering Xander sent a shiver down his spine.
"FUCK" The first blow caught Spike by surprise, he had once again been too caught up in his own thoughts that he had completely forgotten about the punishment and Angelus had caught him off guard, which was probably exactly what he was waiting for.
He could practically feel Angelus' smirk from behind him at having got his childe to scream on the first blow and Spike fumed silently at Angelus' ability to beat him in every situation going, it was so bloody unfair.
"Never used to be able to get you that easy William. You must be growing soft in all this time you've spent with the Slayer"
"Spent less time with her than you have, I also haven't been in her bed" Spike cringed but kept his mouth firmly closed and didn't let a sound out of it as a rain of hard, painful blows landed in similar spots around his back. At least time he had been prepared for it, as fun as it was, there was always a price for taunting Angelus.
After Angelus had finished taking out his immediate anger on his childe the whip was dropped to the floor and he took a moment to admire his masterpiece. There wasn't an uncovered area on the back of his boy that was left untouched, though blood had yet to be drawn it was so close to the surface he could practically feel it, and it left him with the urge to see the blood running rivers down William's back.
Spike knew what was coming, Angelus always kept to a similar pattern when he was playing, the whip had been a teasing caress of what was to come, what was to come would be a knife or some other sharp implement.
And sure enough... he felt the cool blade trace patterns in his back, but it wasn't drawing blood. Yet. However, Spike's expectations were smashed when the blade reached the top of his leather trousers and the knife pressed in further and slit them. The knife traveled all the way down one leg, cutting the leather as it went, finally cutting enough material for it to fall to the ground, leaving Spike completley open to his sire's gaze.
He felt his Sire's hands roam downwards for a few seconds before they were removed and this time he heard Angelus picking up the knife, though the gently caress of the blade he had been expecting was no where to be seen whenit was shoved brutally through his right shoulder.
As if chaining him to the wall hadn't been enough in the first place, no Angelus had to go one step further and use a knife to practically nail him to the wall, he'd be trying to crucify him on a bloody cross soon enough. It probably wouldn't be the best of ideas to mention that out loud though, it sounded like exactly the kind of sick game Angelus would enjoy.
"So William, I think we've decided that it isn't the best of ideas to confuse me with my alter-ego now haven't we?"
Spike kept his mouth firmly closed, just because he wasn't kicking and screaming and trying to escape, did not mean he was going to follow Angelus' every order.
"You never learn do you Will? Never learn" He heard Angelus turn around and walk away and wondered what this latest game was, surely Angelus wasn't bored with hurting him this soon?
It hit him a moment before Angelus did. He had heard Angelus walk off, there was no way he would have heard Angelus walk off unless Angelus wanted him to hear the footsteps. It was a classic, and he cursed himself for being fooled by it, it's like when you pretend to walk out of the room by closing the door, but you're still actually in the room, and he had fallen for it, idiot that he was.
The knife pierced through the flesh of his left shoulder as he was still working out what exactly Angelus was doing walking away, and this time it hit bone which would have stopped any ordinary atempt at stabbing, but this was Angelus. The knife went straight through the bone, which splintered in half to allow the knife to embed itself into the wall.
Spike slumped unconcious after that. It might take a lot for a vampire to fall unconcious, but with the lack of human blood he had been having for the past few years, and no longer being reguarly tortured by Angelus had softened his body and it no longer had the pain tolerance it used to.
Angelus noticed immediatley when his Childe was 'no longer with them' and he let out a long dissapointed sigh.
"Well, that's no fun"