Title: The More Things Change
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Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss and a bunch of lawyers. I'm just playing with them. No disrespect intended. No reflection on real persons or places intended. I'm not making any profit from this. This is strictly for entertainment.
Warnings/Squicks: Graphic descriptions of abuse and torture. This chapter may squick even the unsquickiest. Non con, Character Death, Extreme Torture.
Summary: Xander goes to LA on a fact finding trip and finds Angelus instead. Scariness happens.
Previous chapters: Here
Notes: This chapter is a little longer than the others. I just couldn't seem to find a good place to cut it off . I nearly squicked myself writing this chapter. I felt soooo sorry for Xander. But I promise he'll get comforted and loved later.
This doesn't strictly follow canon. Sooo if you don't like that sort of thing you might want to skip this. This is my first story so feedback is very welcome. Please send concrit by email.
Beta(s):The wonderful and gracious mwrgana Thank you and XOXOXOXO. All mistakes and looniness left are mine and mine alone.
Graphics: (size, and artist) Icon by moscow_watcher
He began to tremble uncontrollably from the cold and the fresh waves of agony that were rolling through his battered body. He panted through his dry mouth and the air whistled in his throat. He was long past coherent thought. All he knew was pain.
A hand lifted his chin and he was looking Angelus in the face. Those cold eyes took in every nuance of the pain he had caused, drinking it in and reveling in it. He made sure Xander saw the pleasure he got from it. He leaned forward and snuffled at Xander's neck. He lifted a hand to Xander face stroking across his lips with a thumb in an obscene parody of a lover's caress. He moved his mouth to Xander's ear and whispered. "You smell so good Boy. All that pain and fear and hate. You're like Grade-A prime steak to me right now."
Xander tried really hard to spit in his smug face, but his mouth was too dry so he just sputtered. "Fuck you." he ground out, and it sounded more like "uk u" with his stiff jaw and enlarged tongue. He could only try to glare his defiance with his half open eye.
Angelus stepped back and let Xander's head flop down again, laughing as he strutted around him speaking in that hateful cheery voice.
"Now, there's no need to be churlish. We'll get to that. I wish I had more time to play with you, but alas I have responsibilities, I'm sure you understand. We're going out tonight and I have to get you ready. I'm going to show you off as the newest member of the family. Then once you're settled I have an appointment with The Beast. You ought to be flattered. None of my other childer got to be brought into the family publicly, Xander. I just have a couple of things to do to get you ready for your special night and we'll go. I wonder if the Slayer will send me a thank you note for upgrading her little lap dog to a wolf?"
Xander swayed in the chains as Angelus pushed on his raw back. The movement caused fresh waves of agony to crash over him and he let out a deep agonized groan.
Angelus, in turn, let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he walked away. " I just love it when you sing for me. You're such a romantic boy. I'm going to enjoy training you boy, we'll be together for a very long time. I'll teach allll my favorite songs. You sing so well for me. From now on you'll sing just for me."
Xander could make out only the blur of shoes turning and walking out of sight as Angelus left him. Then he heard a metallic clinking sound and then he smelt a fire burning. The the shoes came back. He croaked out a raw sound as he was lifted and positioned over a narrow waist high bench with his legs dangling. The relief to his shoulder joints was outweighed by the jostling of every other painful point in his body. Angelus kicked his legs apart and tied them to the legs of the bench. A restraint was pulled around his waist and tightened almost unbearably. pain Pain induced nausea washed over him, as he whined and panted and gratefully slid into darkness again.
A sharp slap to his broken leg brought him back to a wavering awareness again some indeterminate time later. "Wake up boy. It's time to get you ready. I have something extra special I 'm doing just for you. You can show me how grateful you are later. In fact I'll insist on it. You'll always remember this night. But then special times like this shouldn't be forgotten. I know I'm going to savor the memories for a long time to come. I've been hard for days, but I wanted to save it for our wedding night, seeing as you're a virgin and all."
Angelus grabbed his hips in a grip that would leave bruises and ground his cloth covered hardness into the exposed cleft of his ass for a moment. He ran a hand down to his balls and gathered them in his hand squeezing hard enough to force a grunt from Xander's throat. "And I know how nervous virgins can be. See, I can be romantic too? I guess that means we're just made for each other." Angelus chuckled.
Xander faded out again.
A sharp tap on his sore jaw and a hand beneath his chin raising his head brought him around again. He could smell something hot and could barely make out a blurry glowing object held up in front of his face.
Angelus let his head flop again. Xander felt him walking round again to his back sliding a hard hand along his damaged side.
"I'm sooo excited and you're just so irresistible, I might just come before the main event, Boy. Well let's get this show on the road. Are you ready?" Angelus cooed in a syrupy sweet caring voice. "Here we go."
Xander felt a hand on his buttocks pulling his ass cheeks farther apart. He felt something touch his anus, he heard a hiss and smelt burning flesh. Then he felt the the hard object touch his balls and rest there. Another hiss. Then it touched the head of his dangling cock. He didn't feel anything at first, then it was icy cold, then he felt the searing heat. The agony ran up his spine and ignited every nerve in his body and exploded in his brain. He convulsed in the restraints, the fresh torment overriding every other pain for the moment. He let out an inhumanly raw sound. His mouth open wide unable to scream and tears poured from his eyes.
He gagged as the pain made his body try to vomit, but he produced only dry jerking painful heaves only, there was nothing to come up. He heard a whimpering from far away and realized that it came from him.
Angelus quickly put down the hot metal rod and circled round to the stand in front of Xander. He ripped open his pants panting with excitement and jerked his cock free. He lifted the boy's face with one hand and with the other his fed his cock into the boy's gaping mouth. He grabbed the boy's hair with both hands and rammed in up to the balls. He slammed his cock head savagely into the boy's throat again and again, bruising damaged tissues further. And he came, sooner than he wanted to, with a snarl. He pulled back enough to watch some of his come fill the boy's mouth before pulling out and spurting the rest onto the boy's agonized face.
"There, now you're ready. I have to make sure there's enough of you left for your special performance." But Xander was fading into darkness and the voice he heard was far away.
Subsequent happenings flickered by like faded images on ancient movie film. Flick on: being rolled up in something soft, the burns and broken bones flaring into new agony; mewling and panting. Flick off.
Flick on: being carried somewhere a keening in his throat. Flick off.
Flick on; the noise of a crowd. Flick off.
Flick on: a liquid being forced into his mouth and scorching down his raw throat; the excessand running out the sides of his mouth; a cheerful voice in his ear. " You can't miss the best part, Boy. I want you to sing for me. This'll help."
Flick on: thrown face down on a hard surface; hands forcing his legs apart; hard hands spreading his ass cheeks and a hard cock slamming into his burnt raw anus sending insane amounts of fresh agony through his body.
The images started to sharpen. He could feel a slickness running down from his anus and pooling under his belly as his damaged flesh tore and bled. The burned head of his cock was ground into the hard surface beneath him and a hand squeezed his raw burnt balls. And there were those inhuman animal sounds coming from his throat again. Like the caw of a crow, dying down to a whimper and rising again at each thrust into his abused body.
"That's.. right.. Boy... sing... for.... me..let ..them ..hear...you." Angelus panted between each hard thrust rocking his inert body. "It's almost time Boy. Get ready. You're gonna be mine forever."
With those words the agony that had become Xander's world lifted for just a moment. " Never. I'll never be yours," he tried to say. But Angelus was coming. He grabbed a handful of hair, jerked Xander's head back and over. He struck like a snake, biting savagely, pulling Xander's blood out hard and fast. Xander knew he was slipping away and he kept up the mantra of denial in his head. "Never be yours. Never be yours. Never be yours." And his awareness started to fade. Finally. He could quit hurting. He could escape Angelus. He could rest.
He was barely aware of being flipped onto his back, he couldn't feel his body anymore; his jaw was forced open and a liquid was dripped into his mouth. All he was conscious of was blessed liquid that soothed his parched mouth and damaged tissues. Blackness started to close in and he heard his heartbeat in his ears as it slowed and stuttered. And he knew no more.