Her

By Michelle (mwkpdp@prodigy.net)
rating: NC-17
summary: VampWillow and VampXander play with Puppy


Pain.

Fear.

They begin to taste the same after a while. Smell the same. They've mingled together, in his mind, in his senses, a mix of bitterness, acidic and sour, that he's grown accustomed to. Something to add to his regret. And this is fine with him. He knows this is what he deserves. Nothing but this. Only, sometimes, his mind gets away from him; breaks free from the pain and her, and sometimes it just runs free, and he remembers things. And then his blood, the little he has, begins to rush through his body and he starts to feel again. And then this all becomes so wrong and he wants to fight against it. He wants to live. And it's not something he can help.

And he hates it so. Hates wanting to live. Wanting to go on.

It's then he feels the claws, the bites, the whip. When he feels her. Sees her. Her smile, so bright and evil. It's then that he remembers a time when she was someone else. A girl with love and kindness in her heart and a smile that could lighten his soul, not make his very being cringe with fear.

"Talk to me, puppy."

Angel flinches and turns away, laying face down against the cold stone floor of his cage. It takes only her voice to make him flinch, now.

She straddles his hips and rakes her nails down his naked back, drawing blood. "You know I hate it when you're quiet." She licks a bloody welt and goes to his ear to whisper into it. "Makes me feel all lonely." She bites his earlobe, tearing the already scared tissue open. "Makes me want to hurt you more, puppy." Willow grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his head up. She licks his cheek and speaks into his ear. "I'm bored, little dog, and I don't want to be. Do you really want me to hurt you, puppy?"

Angel says nothing. my penance my penance

Willow slams his head against the stone floor. "Fine! You don't want to play nice with Willow." She sits across his ass and grins. "That's just fine, puppy." She sucks the blood and flesh from beneath her long fingernails. She scrapes them across his cheek and then sucks that away. She leans down and bites into the top of his ear. She licks at the wound, purring. "My Xander will be home soon. And he'll come to check on his Willow. He'll find me bored and angry." Willow pouts quite prettily atop her vampire dog. She grins. "And then he'll put on a show for me." She giggles and Angel can't help but flinch beneath her.

my penance my penance

Her smile is wide as she rises on her legs enough to roll Angel over to face her. She sits on his stomach; grins down at him. "Penis envy? It's so true, puppy." Offers her pretty pout. "I do so wish I had one to fuck you with." Leans down and smiles, kisses him, licks at his bloodied nose and lips. "I wish I could fuck you so hard you'd taste me." Pouts again. "But I'll have to wait for my Xander to fuck you, won't I?" She reaches back and grabs hold of his cock. Pulls it. She grins down at him as she squeezes him painfully tight. "You certainly don't know what to do with one, do you, my puppy?" Willow lets got of his soft member and ravages his mouth with hers. And he knows not to bite, not to offer his tongue, he knows to open his mouth and do nothing.

Nothing.

my penance my penance

And he's gone again. Nothing. It's only her that brings his mind into play these days. And he's gotten so good that he can even leave her after awhile. Hot pokers rammed inside him and it took the third one for him to come back once. He's proud of that.

And guilty.

my penance my penance.

But she's got that purr again. The one she only has for him. And, jesuschrist, penance be damned, he hates him.

"My Xander. He's not playing with me!"

And Angel freezes but in real time. Not the going away time. Not the thinking of something else time. But. Real. Time.


my PENANCE my PENANCE

And Angel swears, swears he's not killed enough, tortured enough, maimed enough, damned enough, to warrant the attentions of Xander.

No one has.

Nothing has.

And it all happens In Real Time.

"What? Puppy not playing with you, my sweet?" The voice is like silk, the tone like razor blades flaying Angel's skin. Angel hears the cage door swing open and then close. Clang. Trapped once again. Foot steps. Heavy booted feet coming his way. "My poor sweet little love. Shall I kill him, now?"

Willow giggles and Angel hopes.

"No! Never He'll be our puppy for ever and ever!"

my penance my penance

Xander laughs. "Look at us, puppy. You're not looking. You know I hate that."

And he's not. His eyes are open and he's facing up but he's not looking. Not seeing. Willow can't tell. The Master can't tell. But Xander knows.

Angel blinks and looks into the deep dark brown eyes of hatred. Loathing. Hate from a different lifetime. Perhaps thousands of lifetimes. It doesn't matter. What's now is what looks down at him. Smirking. Hating.

Willow giggles, high pitched and so girlish that he can almost remember another lifetime. "Fuck him, Xander."

"Turn him over, my sweet girl. You know I can't stand to look into his watery eyes."

Willow rises, raking her nails over him once more, and rolls him face down once again. She moves to sit in front of him, sitting cross-legged and eager like a girl in front of a television screen, ready for her favorite show. Xander unzips and positions himself behind Angel. He rakes a nail across Angel's back, drawing blood to lube his cock, and pulls Angel's head up by his hair as he thrusts brutally into him. "Look at her." Xander snarls into Angel's ear as he fucks him. And Angel does. Puppy does. His eyes stay locked on a grinning Willow as Xander rapes him. And it's her face he focuses on. It's her.

Always her.


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