My Turn

The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy

Content: Slash, rape, torture, language, violence.

Description: Short fic. What really happened when Spike had Angel chained up.

Disclaimer: I make no money `cause I do not own characters. Only havin' a bit of fun. *g*

Marcus had left us alone. Spike wanted to rub it in my face. Don't blame him, I would too.

“You think you can torture me into talking?” I ask, amused. Spike couldn't possibly think that.

“Oh I know you think you're fucking perfect, but like I said, Marcus is an expert.” Spike replied, cockily.

“Not by an expert.” Spike pointed out. “Besides, I'm gonna lend a hand. I was taught by an expert if you remember?”

“Go ahead, Spike. I won't tell you anything.” I reply, stubbornly.

Spike hates waiting. He won't wait for anything or anybody. I'm gonna enjoy dragging this out. That'll torture him.

“You'll tell me everything.” Spike replies, sure of himself as usual. “I'm gonna make sure of that.”

He has a look in his eyes. I begin to worry. He knows what he's doing, I made sure of that. He knows which buttons to press.

His hand reaches over and pulls out the remaining pokers in me. It takes all kind of will not to scream. I won't give him that much.

Then he does something that fills me with more dread than it should. His hand moves inside my open shirt and rubs at my side. He has that look in his eyes. The one I put there.

The other hand defies my thoughts and pulls at my pants. I glare at him, warning him I won't tolerate this.

He smirks as my pants fall to the floor. He moves round behind me slowly. Taking his time. Making my anticipation last.

“Shut up, Angel. It's your turn to get royally fucked.” Spike moves behind me and I hear him unzip his pants.

“I'll fucking kill you, I swear to God.” I promise him, but he just laughs.

“You'll be dead soon, mate. Not gonna get a chance, I'm afraid. But if it makes you feel better; I'm really scared.” He laughs.

I close my eyes. Being fucked by your own childe is not only humiliating, it's degrading, it's embarrassing and it's crushing…

Angelus would be so fucking pissed right now. I'm just scared. I'm actually scared, because he knows what this does to me. I can't vent my humiliation out through murder and pain…I'll have to live with it.

And all I have to do is tell him where the ring is…

“I'll tell you.” I say. The demeaning I feel is nothing compared to what I'd feel if he did it.

“Knew you would.” Spike smirks. “Shame, `cause I'm doing it anyway.”

I feel his cock push at my ass and I try and kick at him. He grabs my hips and holds me still, laughing at my efforts. His cock slams into me and I feel as if I'm being torn in two. He's dry fucking me like Angelus did to him a thousand times before.