Service Unit

Chapter Twenty Nine – Demon

Three things happened at the same time.

Liam came. Hard. His body arched into a taut bow and he shot his spunk deep into Spike's bowels with a roaring howl, gripping the back of the couch hard enough that he punched his fingertips through the fabric and into the wooden frame. He freed one hand and reached for Spike's collar, using it to pull Spike up into a nearly vertical position before he pulled out about halfway then slammed forward again, drawing out his orgasm as long as he could.

Spike screamed. He'd been trying not to, trying to keep his pain noises to nothing but whimpers and small cries, but Liam's vampire-powered thrusts had slowly been cracking the wooden frame of the couch. When he'd climaxed, his thrust had pushed Spike into the frame with such violence that it had finally broken and several shards of wood had buried themselves deeply into his already injured abdomen and genitals. Being jerked up by his collar had made the wood shift, driving deeper into him, and even the collar tight against his throat couldn't hold back the scream.

Buffy got free. She lifted her legs, folding herself in half until the spreader bar bumped the nipple clamps, and then she snapped them back down in a modified kip. It was modified because one generally isn't wearing a spreader bar and doesn't have a table strapped to their back when attempting such a maneuver, but it worked. She landed unsteadily on her feet with her knees spread uncomfortably wide, her arms stretched up over her head, and the chain around her middle digging painfully into her flesh because it was fully supporting the entire weight of the table. Between the spreader bar and the short chain connecting the manacles around her ankles, she was barely able to brace herself against the added weight on her back, but she didn't need to stay on her feet for very long. She bent forward, balancing awkwardly, and then threw herself up and back, slamming hard into the floor. The table's sort of spindly legs hit first; breaking with four loud snapping sounds, and the pieces skittered off in four different directions. The table top exploded an instant later into various sized shards of laminated particle board and Buffy crashed through them, her breath whooshing out of her when she hit the floor.

She lay there stunned for a few seconds then took a deep, painful breath and looked over at the two vampires. Both of them were oblivious to anything other than their own pleasure or pain. Angelus was climaxing, his body taught and thrumming as he voiced the distinctive howl Buffy had heard on her 17th birthday when he'd taken her virginity. Spike was screaming as his body was pushed further into the freshly broken back of her couch. She could see jagged bits of wood sticking out of the couch fabric… and into Spike.

Thankfully, the noise they were making had covered most of the noise of the table shattering, but she didn't have a lot of time. She raised her arms as far as the chain clipped to the manacles would allow then focused on the connecting chain, trying to do that centering thing Giles had taught her. She pulled her wrists apart, applying every ounce of fury-fueled Slayer strength she could find, and the chain snapped. The larger chain that had been clipped to it dropped, the heavy clip bouncing off her forehead on its way to the floor, and she sat up, reaching for the straps of the spreader bar. She slid her fingers underneath and pulled, easily tearing the leather. She leaned forward and grabbed the connecting chain on the set of manacles around her ankles and snapped it. She stood up, the chain around her waist sliding to the floor along with chunks of table top, and only remembered the clamps on her nipples when they bobbed painfully.

There was no time to deal with them, though. Angelus was nearly done and would be coming back to reality in a few seconds. She darted forward and buried her hand in the large duffel bag sitting open on the couch next to Spike. She wrapped her fingers around the first thing they touched, hoping it was something heavy. It was. She jerked it out of the bag and gripped it tightly with both hands then bounded up onto the arm of the couch and twisted, swinging her weapon at the back of Angelus' head. It hit with a loud crack and he slumped forward over Spike, ending Spike's scream abruptly when his bulk pushed all the air out of Spike's lungs and smashed his face into the couch cushion.

Buffy jumped back to the floor and dropped the item in her hand, clenching her teeth to stop the scream when the clamps on her nipples bounced like kids on a trampoline. She grasped Angelus' shoulders and lifted his torso then pushed, trying to gently disengage him from Spike. She failed. Spike screamed again, the scream muffled by the couch cushion, as the cock that had been buried balls deep inside him was violently torn out when the heavy vampire attached to it suddenly tumbled to the floor.

Buffy raced around to the back of the couch. Angelus was in a crumpled heap at Spike's feet, partially lying in the puddle of blood on the floor between them. There was so much. It was streaking in rivulets down Spike's legs, and although she'd assumed it to be coming from his torn and ravaged anus, it wasn't. Yeah, he was bleeding from that orifice, but not nearly enough to explain the puddle.

She stood there, looking back and forth between the two vampires as she tried to figure out which one needed her attention the most at the moment. Spike was hurt, yes, but being a vampire meant that unless the couch wood pierced his heart, he wouldn't die from his injuries. Angelus, on the other hand, presented a danger to both of them if he was allowed to remain free while she tended to Spike.

Her eyes fixed on Spike again and she winced as more blood pattered to the floor at his feet. He was taking deep breaths, emitting agonized moans on each exhale, and she took a step toward him. She needed to get him off the couch and get some blood into him, do something to alleviate the pain he was in because of her stupidity. She looked back down at Angelus. But if he woke up while she was doing that… She looked back at Spike. She'd already gotten him hurt by letting Angelus loose once and she wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

Decision made, she bent to the vampire on the floor and rolled him to his stomach then fisted her hands in the pants that were tangled around his lower legs. She pulled him across the floor, making sure to drag him across every rug she owned between the back of the couch and the sex-chair in the opposite corner of the room. She rolled him to his back, smiling to herself at the rug-burn all over the fronts of his thighs, his genitals, his stomach, and his cheek. It was a small thing, probably a petty and childish thing, but it made her feel a little better.

She sat him up then moved around behind him, sliding her arms under his and then around his chest so she could heft him into the chair. The clamps on her nipples pressed agonizingly into her flesh when she started to lift and she bit down on another scream then dropped Angelus and backed up a step. She looked down at herself and winced. Blood was dripping from her nipples, streaking down the undersides of her breasts and across her stomach. She started to pinch open the clamp on her right nipple, trying to open it gently, but the teeth were buried deep, so, clenching her jaw, she pinched it open quickly and pulled it away. "Ow! Freaking ow ow ow!"

She held the clamp tight in her fist and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths until the pain had subsided somewhat. She opened her eyes and looked down at the remaining clamp, then clenched her jaw again and removed it. "Ow! Double fucking ow!" She did the eyes closed deep breathing thing again until the agonized throbbing in her nipples was reduced to slightly less agonized throbbing.

She opened her eyes and looked down at Angelus. "Let's see how you like it, you son of a bitch." She bent down; wincing at the movement of her breasts, then tore open his shirt and fastened the clamps to his nipples, pressing down hard on the teeth. Then she sat him up again, gritting her teeth as his back pressed against her breasts, and hefted him roughly into the chair. She fetched the long chain from the closet and wrapped it tightly around him, securing his torso to the back and his legs to the seat. She also made sure to wrap the chain right over his clamped nipples, pressing the clamps tightly to his chest.

With that done, she turned back to the couch. Spike was still folded over the back of it and hadn't moved at all that Buffy could see. He wasn't moaning any more, either. He wasn't doing anything… even breathing. He was as motionless as a corpse. Buffy knelt on the floor in front of the couch and reached out, lightly stroking her hand over the fuzz on his head. "Spike?" His face was still pressed into the cushion, so she used both hands to gently turn his head then gasped and jerked them back when his face came into view. He was fully vamped out, the very tips of his shortened fangs peeking out from under his top lip.

"Spike?" His eyes snapped open, the golden orbs rolling around in panic for a few seconds before they settled on her. His top lip lifted slightly, exposing more of his fangs. "Um… your demon's back... but uh… you probably noticed that." Spike didn't acknowledge that she'd spoken. He didn't even blink, which was kind of creepy. "Um… are… are you still in there with it? Or am I dealing with a feral vampire like when Angel came back from that hell dimension?"

Spike growled, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest, then he snapped his fangs. Buffy backed up just a little. "Oh… uh… okay. Kind of getting a feral vibe here. Or are you just growling and snapping because I said Angel's name?" The growl that rumbled up was louder this time. "Right… Got it. No more saying that name."

She started to reach out toward him then pulled her hand back. "Are you going to bite me if I touch you?" No response. And still no blinking. That was getting really, really freaky. "Well… guess I'll find out. Uh… here I go." She reached toward him, laying her hand lightly on his head. When he made no move to bite her and didn't snap or growl, she started rubbing gently at the fuzz again.

After a few seconds of that, his eyes closed and his chest rumbled, but it wasn't a growl. He was purring. Because she was petting him. Comforting him. "Okaaaay. Uh... I'm thinking that Spike has gone away for a little while, so… um… do you know what's been happening?" He sniffed and his eyes opened again, cutting straight to the chained up vampire in the chair. He lunged forward with his arms outstretched and his fingers bent into claws, a fierce growl rending the air as the loud pop-crack sound of breaking wood came from the couch. The lunge was cut short before Buffy could even react to the demon's sudden movement. He yelped like a kicked puppy and went limp, his head and arms bouncing slightly as they hit the cushion. He started growling again, trying to rise as he did, but the growls were interspersed with the whines and whimpers of a creature in pain.

Buffy reached out and pressed down on his upper back, trying to hold him still as she said, "Stop. God, please stop. You're hurting yourself." He went limp again, his fingers relaxing and his growling tapering off so that nothing was left but quiet whimpers. Buffy lifted her hands and leaned down, resting her cheek on his head. She whispered, "You'll get your chance, I promise. But not right now. Just stay still, okay? Please?"

She sat up and rested her hand on his head, resuming the petting when he whined quietly. "Okay… I guess you know what's been happening. So… um… I need to get you off the couch… and um… it's gonna hurt… probably a lot, and I don't want you to attack me or anything. I'm not doing it to hurt you; I'm doing it to help you. Do you understand that?"

The demon pushed his head into her petting hand, giving a quiet whimper as he did. Buffy felt her eyes well up and she leaned down, brushing a light kiss across his brow ridges. "Okay. I guess you do. It's nice to see you again, by the way, and I'm glad you're back, but um... are you going to let Spike come back?"

The demon's hands moved, reaching out to the hand Buffy had laid on the couch cushion next to his head. He grasped her fingers in his own and squeezed, then brought her hand to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the back. Buffy smiled. "I'm gonna take that as a yes. Okay then. Let's get you off the couch and get you cleaned up."

She searched through the mess on the floor until she'd located the keys to the manacles Dawn had brought, but they didn't work on the ones Spike was wearing. She threw them down in frustration then stomped over to the open bag on the couch. She absently bent down to pick it up the item she'd hit Angelus with, intending to return it to the bag, only to drop it again when she realized what it was. It was an anatomically correct dildo, with balls and everything… if the anatomy in question belonged to a freaking giant. The thing was huge, easily a foot and a half long, and about the girth of a large coffee mug. It was made of a dark reddish-brown material, and, on closer examination, Buffy realized it had been carved from mahogany. There was a smear of blood and a small tuft of gelled hair stuck to one of the balls and Buffy giggled. She couldn't help it. She'd brained the big dick with a big dick.

She picked it up again and dropped it into the bag then stuck her hand inside and started searching along the bottom for keys. She found them stuck in one of the corners under some kind of weird plastic tube thing. It had sharp points lining the inside, like the little spikes that keep a plastic floor runner from sliding around, and there was a thick ring at one end attached with a hinge. The ring was held closed with a padlock. Buffy jerked her hand out of the bag when she realized what the thing was and what it was for. She threw a glare at Angelus as she transferred the keys to her other hand then wiped her searching hand on the arm of the couch. "Yuck. You are one sick puppy, Angelus. One freakishly sick puppy."

She knelt on the floor in front of Spike and was about to release the manacles around his wrists when Angelus spoke, scaring the crap out of her. "I wouldn't do that."

She jerked sharply, wincing as her breasts bounced. Spike's demon started growling and Buffy laid her hand on his head and started stroking his hair. When he'd quieted, she looked over at Angelus and said, "Shut up."

He shrugged… well… he tried to shrug. The chains wrapped around him made that kind of difficult, and he winced when they pulled at the clamps on his nipples. He looked down at them then back up at Buffy with a knowing smile. "Nice. Didn't know you liked to play." He nodded at the bag. "I have a lot of other toys, if you're interested. I don't mind a little pain with my pleasure."

"I am so not interested. You're disgusting. And I told you to shut up."

He did his shrug-wince routine again. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Buffy sighed. "Warn me about what?"

He smirked then indicated Spike with a nod of his head. "That's not Spike. It's just his demon… nothing but instinct and base desires… no humanity at all. And because it's injured, all it cares about right now is blood." He nodded at Buffy's still exposed torso. "You're covered in it."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I didn't just fall off the Slayer truck, you idiot. I figured that out already."

"Okay, but did you figure out that if you let it loose, it'll kill you as soon as it gets the chance? It won't be able to help itself."

Buffy looked down at the vampire she was petting and smiled softly. "He won't kill me. I trust him." She looked back over at Angelus. "He'll kill you, though, and I'll let him. Hell, I'll help him. And then I'll get out the vacuum cleaner and we'll be rid of you for good."

Angelus snorted derisively. "I'm its sire. It wouldn't dare."

"You killed your sire."

"Yeah, but I have a demon that's actually worth a damn, not some little pussy like he's got. His demon doesn't have the balls to raise a hand against me. Even Drusilla's demon is stronger than his."

The vampire under her hand started snarling and Buffy continued to pet him as she said quietly, "I think you'd be surprised at what his demon is capable of." She leaned down and whispered, "You'll get your chance. I promise." She pressed her lips to his ear then whispered, "Please don't move."

She got up and went over to the closet, emerging with the glittery pink ball gag. She held it up and waggled it as she walked across the living room. "Look at what Dawn bought, especially for you. It's a mute button for annoying asshole vampires. Isn't she thoughtful?" Angelus started snarling and shaking his head as Buffy neared him. She stopped in front of him and sighed. "I'm going to get this on you one way or another, so you might as well just let me."

He looked up at her and growled, "As soon as I get free, I'm gonna ram my cock so far up your ass it'll split you in two, little girl. And that'll just be the start of what I'll do to you."

Buffy glanced down at Angelus' exposed genitals and smiled. Then she punched him in the nuts. All the air wheezed out of his lungs as he tried to double over, but the chains held him upright. His eyes crossed then closed and he tried to draw his legs closer to his body, but nope… chains. She slid the straps of the ball-gag over his head then crammed the rubber ball into his mouth, making sure it was seated properly before she tightened the straps.

He opened his eyes and glared up at her, still trying to curl his body around his balls as he wheezed through his nose. She stood back and looked him over, tilting her head. "You don't seem to be getting much pleasure from that pain. Hmmm… maybe I did it wrong. Let me try again."

She punched Angelus in the nuts again then turned and headed back over to Spike. "Yep. I must be doing it wrong. Oh well. Live and learn."