CoF - Laure Alexander - Learning to Submit

Summary: It had to have galled Spike to back down to Riley in the Season 5 premiere, so I wrote the result. It's mostly memories and fantasies.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, S&M, Rape.
PAIRINGS: Spike/Angelus, Spike/Riley
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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Shocked into silence Spike watched Riley exit the crypt, his stride confident, his demeanor cocksure.

Picking up his favorite mug, he flung it violently at the closed door. The loud shattering sound brought him no joy. Furious, he flung himself into his easy chair. He wanted to go out and rip something to pieces, but the sun was rising and he was trapped in the crypt for hours.

Grabbing a full bottle of whisky, he twisted it open and poured a large swallow into his mouth.

Spike sneered and took another swig, but he knew that even if he passed out, he'd never forget.

He'd forced Spike to back down, to drop his eyes, to symbolically bare his throat.

Closing his eyes to try to blot out the humiliating memories, Spike took another drink and another.

William growled furiously, struggling desperately beneath the foot of his sire. Angelus had him pinned to the carpet, his heavy boot on the back of the fledgling's neck.

The soft, deadly voice rang in both males' ears. Turning his head, Angelus acknowledged his sire with a half bow. Darla glared at the struggling fledgling as her fingers nimbly buttoned her bodice. "Teach him never to deny his sire's wishes. And, when he has learned that lesson, bring him to me so that I may impress upon him my dissatisfaction with his performance this night."

She swept regally past the two males, then turned back at the door. "I am disappointed, my Angel. Your first childe, and from all accounts, he should have made a lovely, powerful one. He has been yours for a month and yet he disobeys your simplest request, the most common request, to pleasure his grandsire. I thought much better of you, as well."

As Darla disappeared through the door, closing it behind her, Angelus growled again, his own fury overwhelming him. She had scolded him! Scolded him like a tot for failing to teach his childe to obey. Lifting his foot, Angelus slammed it into William's side, eliciting a loud grunt of pain from the naked fledgling.

William refused, curling into a ball and holding his side, feeling the ribs grind beneath his fingers.

Realizing his childe wasn't going to obey, Angelus reached down and dug his fingers into the boy's hair. William screeched in pain as his sire yanked him to his feet and flung him over the end of the bed. A leather strap cracked across his back and he wailed at the pain.

Blows rained down at a merciless pace, and tears of agony soon streamed from the young one's eyes. Finally as his sire slowed down, William managed to choke out, "All I want is you, sire."

"Your wants mean nothing. You humiliated me by rejecting my sire. My *sire*. As you are to obey my every wish, I must obey hers. She asked for you. You should have felt honored." With each brief sentence, Angelus cracked the strap across William's red and bruised buttocks, making the younger male jerk and whimper.

Dropping the strap, Angelus reached for the buttons at his waist. As he stripped off his breeches revealing his hard, angry looking cock, he barked, "Spread yourself."

Biting deeply into his lower lip, William painfully gained his knees and reached back to grab his buttock cheeks and pull them apart. He hissed at the pain of his sore and abraded flesh, but held the position. He didn't know what might happen if he denied his sire this. He wasn't prepared to find out.

Caressing his hard staff, Angelus positioned himself behind his child and pressed the mushroom head against William's puckered rosette. With a malicious thrust, he slammed his cock into the fledgling's tight, dry passage.

William shuddered and buried his face in the bedding, trying not to cry out and humiliate himself further. Angelus sawed in and out at a hard, rough pace, slapping his pelvis against his childe's trembling, sore buttocks and the hands which continued to hold himself open.

Agony flooded the younger male as his inner lining tore and blood began to seep from him, but he kept his cries to himself, trying to relax and accept.

After endless minutes, Angelus growled and slammed his hips forward hard, spilling himself into William. As he pulled free, he smirked at the sight of bloody semen slipping down his childe's legs.

Pulling his shirt over his head, the older male took a seat in a velvet chair and removed his shoes and stockings, leaving him naked. Casually he stroked his semi-hard cock and watched his childe tremble.

William took several shuddering breaths and rode out the pain, waiting for his sire's orders. Just as his arms began to ache from being stretched behind him, Angelus told him to get up. He rose on shaky legs, his head bowed, his hands clenched at his sides.

Angelus slowly ran his eyes over the younger male, noting with pleasure his submissive stance. "William, who am I?" he asked softly.

Angelus nodded. "And I made you special. You are a childe, not a minion. You are an extension of me, but you are also mine to do with as I please."

"You are above every other vampire I have made, but you will never be above me. Do you accept this?"

As he stood there, trying not to fidget, William realized this was a moment as important as the moment of his rebirth. He briefly wondered what would happen if he said 'no', but he instantly knew that he could not survive without his sire.

William was not naturally a submissive person, and his demon was strong and desirous of power, but human and demon together understood the importance of dominance and submission in vampire relationships.

He quickly walked to where Angelus sat, and dropped to his knees between the older male's splayed thighs. Placing his palms on Angelus' knees, he spoke in a soft, vibrant voice. "You are my sire, my master, my love, my life. It was wrong of me to deny your wishes. I...I cannot promise it will not happen again, but I shall strive to obey in all things. I am yours."

Smiling, Angelus cupped his childe's nape and lowered his fangs to the pale, arched neck.

Growling to himself, Spike slugged back more whisky, disgusted by his unwitting trip down memory lane. Two hundred years later he hated how eagerly he had accepted Angelus' domination. Rationally he knew that it had been the only way. His demon had understand from its birth. It had taken his human side a bit longer to accept.

Spike hated thinking of those days, those first several decades when it had just been the two of them. Penn had been there occasionally, but Spike had reveled in being his sire's favored childe. It hadn't been until his sixth decade of unlife that his feelings for Angelus had begun to change.

When he had found love with Drusilla, a love that didn't diminish his feelings for his sire, but had shown him the differences in the emotion. Spike had begun to change, to grow restless as the submissive, but he never tried to leave Angelus, as Penn had done.

No, Angelus was the one to leave, and his absence had hurt so much that over time the pain and love had turned to anger and hate. Without his sire, Spike had found his own strength reborn. As the leaders of his clan had gone to America, he had stayed behind in Europe.

He become a master vampire. He killed two slayers. He became feared and revered. With the Master trapped on the Hellmouth, Darla and Luke ever at his side, and Angelus missing, Spike had controlled the European branch of Clan Aurelius and made it more powerful than it had been since the reign of Elizabeth the First.

Everything had begun to go wrong from that point, and coming to Sunnydale had been the final straw. The Master, Luke and Darla were dead. Angel was nothing. As next in line, Spike could have taken over the leadership of the Clan, but he had concentrated his entire being on saving Drusilla.

Some pissant weakling upstart great, great, great grandchilde of Darla's had taken over the Clan and if Spike even tried to challenge him, he'd be killed instantly.

With the fucking chip in his head, he was nothing, lower even than Angel. No one respected him. Certainly no vampires, not even his own minions. Now even pussy whipped humans had no respect for him. He was Spike, he was William the Bloody, and he literally couldn't hurt a fly.

He knew why his memories had drifted back to Angel. He was the only being on the planet who had the right to make Spike back down, to dominate him. All those in direct line before him were gone. Angel was the only one left.

Not that Spike had shown his sire any respect in the last few years, but he had rationalized it by the false conviction that Angel wasn't his sire, Angelus was, and Angelus was buried too deeply to do anything about it. It wouldn't stand up in any court, but Angel had never made an issue of it.

And Angel had never tried to dominate Spike. The younger male was very glad about that. He didn't want to see what he would do if faced with that situation. It had been bad enough when he had been helpless and confined to that damn chair. He had waited nightly for Angelus to demand his submission, but the older male had seemed happier letting Spike fight back as best he could.

Well, Angelus was gone again, and, as long as Buffy the twat kept spreading her dimpled knees for the soldier, Angel would remain mopey and happyless.

Spike growled helplessly again and flung the empty bottle against the wall. Glass shattered everywhere and he wished desperately that it was Riley boy's skull.

Slumping down in his chair and stretching his legs out in front of him, Spike let his imagination run away from him...

Blood flowed from dozens of lash marks on the human's back and every crack of the whip caused more blood to splatter. Spike licked his lips, tasting the rich elixir that dotted his face. Riley's blood tasted like fear and pain and adrenaline--all the best things in life.

After the thirtieth blow, the former soldier hung limply in the chains, leaning into the stone wall to support himself. His back was a bloody mess and he was breathing raggedly, but he was still conscious.

He ran his eyes over the human's muscular nudity and felt his cock throb in anticipation. Although he could see what the Slayer saw in the boy, that wasn't why he was aroused.

It had been a bloody age since he had dominated anyone. He was going to start with Riley, then go after the Slayer's other friends, one by one. He'd probably turn Willow--the chit had always made him hard with her pretty green eyes and milky skin. He knew better than to turn a Watcher, so, although he had a hint of respect for Giles, he would probably be the next to die. And, he certainly knew that turning a Slayer was a mistake.

But, he was going to fuck her to death. He had promised her that there would be a reckoning.

And, maybe after everyone here was dead and Willow was his first childe, he'd take a trip to L.A. and take down his sire. After all, Angel had gotten away with killing his own sire, it only made sense for Spike to follow in his footsteps.

But, before Angel's hideous death, Spike would fuck him bloody. He'd never been allowed inside his sire's undoubtedly tight ass hole, but he would do so now or die trying.

Smiling happily, Spike turned back to the task at hand and unzipped his jeans, releasing his hard cock. He stroked himself several times, then stepped up behind the perfectly positioned boy. He rubbed his cock through the blood on Riley's ass, and felt the former soldier stiffen.

"You were in the army," Spike murmured with a huge smirk on his face. "Ever take it up the back door?"

"Good." With a gleeful laugh, Spike forced the thick head of his cock past the tight sphincter muscles and thrust forcefully until he reached full penetration. Riley howled at the first thrust, and by the time Spike was sheathed complete, was gurgling in pain.

Spike gripped his hips and pounded furiously, grinning as the boy tore and fresh blood coated his churning cock. Riley didn't cry out again, didn't even whimper, and that semi- impressed Spike, but only made him fuck harder.

After nearly ten minutes, he sensed the boy was reaching the breaking point--Riley was shaking with pain and perspiration was washing the blood down his back--and Spike pulled out with a loud pop.

Blood oozed down Riley's legs, and glancing down Spike grinned at the sight of the red fluid coating his cock. Reaching up, he unfastened the manacles, noting with appreciation, the deep, raw wounds around Riley's wrists.

The boy fell limply to his knees, and Spike grabbed his head, turning him. He smiled down into Riley's pain glazed eyes and gripped his cheeks, prying his bleeding mouth open.

He'd taken care earlier to knock out most of the former soldier's teeth. Though Spike liked being bitten as much as the next vampire, it was so much easier this way.

With a twist of his hips, he thrust his blood smeared cock into the boy's mouth and down his throat until he gagged and choked, his eyes widening in pain and horror, his hands pushing feebly at Spike's thighs.

The boy turned red, then purple as he fought for breath, but he was too weak to try to get away. With a howl of pleasure, Spike pulled his cock free, and spewed his sticky semen over his captive's face, as Riley dragged in needy breaths. Shaking with pleasure, Spike leaned against the wall and grinned down at the former soldier. What a pretty picture he made-- on his knees, slumped in defeat, bleeding from numerous wounds, cum drying on his face.

Knowing the boy couldn't stand, Spike dropped gracefully to his knees and cupped Riley's chin, lifting his head. There were tears in the human's eyes.

"Not in time," Spike replied with a smile. "So...we can continue to play until your body simply gives out, or...I can give you an honorable death, a death befitting a soldier."

There was a long silence, and all emotion drained from Riley's eyes. Finally, he lowered them and whispered, "What do you want from me?"

"Just what you have given me, boy," Spike crowed as the human submitted. "Bare your neck."

Tears streaming from his eyes, Riley turned his head, presenting his neck to the vampire.

Spike came out of his fantasy to find his pants around his knees and his cock jerking in his hand, semen spilling over his stomach. Dazed, he slumped further in the chair and let his mind drift back over the images his fertile imagination had created.

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