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Author: Jasonsnene
Rating: NC17
Characters: Spike, Angel, Riley, Graham
Warnings: M/M, Tort, BDSM, N/C, probably others.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters associated with this story and don't make any money from it.
Summary: Angel decides to get revenge against the Initiative for their treatment of Spike
Feedback: Keeps me encouraged to add more
This fic has not been betad.
Part 1:
Spike was in pain, the kind of pain that he hadn’t known existed before the Initiative mucked about in his brain, turning him from the Big Bad, to the weak, pathetic creature he was now. He left the watcher’s apartment, as if chains could really hold him back, even in his weakened state, and headed for the one place he knew he could find help. His Sire. Angel may be a ponce with a soul these days, but he wouldn’t turn down Spike in his condition.
He knew that Angel still looked out for him, kept him from getting into too much trouble and watched as he paid the consequences when his plans blew up in his face. Sire might enjoy watching him be punished, hell, he liked punishing Spike himself, but he wouldn’t make Spike deal with this on his own. He wouldn’t let him suffer at the hands of humans.
But the rage wasn’t directed towards him and Spike knew that now. His Sire pressed their lips together briefly and promised to make this right. Spike knew that his Sire kept his promises and relaxed through the pain, focused his energies on healing.
Angel would make it all better.
When the demon doctors showed up to poke and prod, his Sire stood by his side, holding him down when the pain overwhelmed him and feeding him blood when it was over. He felt fingers running through his hair and wanted to make a smart ass comment that would annoy and amuse but wanted those fingers to continue so much more that for once he kept his mouth shut.
Angel knew that his childe was hurting when he didn’t comment on his soft touches. He knew the pain would get worse before it got better and Angel would be there, doing whatever it took to get his childe back.
Finally, it was over and they put Spike into a healing sleep. The demon doctors removed the chip but no one was sure how much damage would be left behind. Angel was there through it all, guarding his childe’s weakened body, watching as his body healed and twitched in pain.
When Spike finally woke up, his Sire was still there by his side. He left for a while, telling Spike to stay put and returned with a struggling human, blindfolded and gagged. Spike could tell that this wasn’t the type of human Angel would protect. Probably a killer or some such that he wouldn’t mind ridding the earth of.
Angel held the struggling man out and pushed his straining neck towards Spike’s mouth. Spike’s demon emerged and he struck. There wasn’t a flash of pain, he wasn’t writhing in agony. He was healed. He was back.
When the man’s struggles started to slow, Angel pulled him away. He was still alive. Again telling Spike to stay put, he threw the barely conscious body over his shoulder and left the room. Spike didn’t ask where he was taking him. Knowing his Sire, he was dropping him off at the hospital for a nice transfusion.
Angel returned a while later and again offered his wrist to Spike. He petted his childe while he fed. He pressed their foreheads together when Spike finally pulled away. Told Spike to stay put, that he would be back within a week and he wanted him to be here when he returned.
Spike didn’t have to wonder where his Sire was going. He knew he would have his revenge.
