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snoggedTitle: Hell Can Be Anywhere (5/6)
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snogged and idioticonion
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angelus/Ted with a Willow/Marshall friendship
Word Count: 1526
Rating/Warnings: Overall: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, adult language (sexual slurs), violence, abduction, mind-fuckery, dub-con/non-con. This chapter: the baddest of the bunch.
Summary: This is the story that Ted will never tell his kids...
Setting: Post-S7 of Buffy. Post-S5 of Angel. I consider it AU though, since Angel's lost his soul again.
Beta:rockstarpeach. Please be aware, however, that this was co-written by an American and a Brit. We chose to utilise the British spellings of things, and it’s our sincerest apology if there are any inconsistencies or grammatical errors that did not get caught.
Previous Chapters
It's still pitch dark, but Ted's eyes have slowly acclimatised a little bit. His chest heaves, each breath broken and ragged with fear. His clothes are partially shredded, his skin has goosebumps all over, but he's almost too afraid to shiver.
Maybe if he stays still, absolutely still, Angelus will leave him alone?
Then there's a pain, like a sudden bright flare from a match, and he closes his eyes tight, gritting his teeth as he struggles against his bonds. "Please..." He says, through clenched jaws, but there's another stabbing, slicing pain across his chest. "Please..." He begs, the word becoming meaningless by repetition.
When his eyelids flutter open, Angelus is hovering above him, lips set in a cruel smirk.
"Please, oh please sir, make it stop. I'll do anything to make it stop," Angelus mocks, feigning the high-pitched squeal of a woman screaming as his nails run down the broad expanse of Ted's chest. The jagged points draw tiny bubbles of blood from Ted's skin, crimson red such a sharp contrast to ashen white.
Angelus's voice drops, hardening to cold steel.
"I could make it stop for you, Ted. If you tell me that you want me. That you're aching for me to fill you, aching for me to fuck you. Wouldn't that be nicer, Ted? Instead of your flesh ripped to shreds bit by agonizing bit?"
Ted doesn't want it - oh God, he doesn't want it. But the pain! He's never been in this much pain, his whole life. He'll pretty much agree with anything Angelus says if the pain stops.
"I want... you... to fuck me?"
It comes out like a question, because he suddenly realises that being fucked might hurt a whole lot more than having his skin ripped off. He sobs, audibly.
Angelus's eyes flare at Ted's admission, fire and ice, sadistic and chilling. He’s finally going to get his way, have his way. He did love it ever so much when he could rape the willing...and it didn't even take Ted's word to show him just how willing his broken victim could be.
"I know you do, baby. Can almost taste the blood pumping through your veins as it moves southward to get you all hard and ready for me. How 'bout you show me just how much you want to be fucked."
In an instant, Ted finds himself free from his bonds and Angelus watches with cautious eyes for Ted's next move.
Ted tries to move, but his body is cold and heavy, his limbs tingling with pins and needles. He shifts his weight, trying desperately to rub some life into his arms, but they feel rubbery and useless.
"How?" He bleats. "Show you how?"
Angelus's jaw ticks as his foot taps out an impatient rhythm. His interest in Ted's whines and protests is waning and his cock twitches painfully, clearly sick of waiting for Ted to make his move.
"Do I need to spell it out for you, boy? Strip naked and get on your knees," Angelus growled, teeth snapping as his hand dropped down to fist his erection. "I'm in a mood to take you dry if you don't follow orders."
Ted struggles to his knees, pulling off his shredding t-shirt. His fingers fumble at the buttons of his jeans but he cries out with pain, knowing he's going too slowly. His mind is shutting down - this is too much! The terror, the horror, it's too much. He looks up desperately at Angelus, finally managing to pull off his jeans, wincing from the bruises and cuts to his butt and thighs, trembling violently. Angelus's eyes are wide and golden and hypnotic; and he takes a deep breath of night air into his lungs, feeling his shakes subside, unable to blink or even look away. His cold limbs are suffused with a warm glow that travels slowly through his arms, wrist, hands, all his extremities. He isn't even embarrassed by his sudden boner because it doesn’t matter. Not with the way Angelus is looking at him.
A smirk tugs at the corners of the vampire's lips as he leans down to cup Ted's chin, a mocking gesture of kindness. "I knew you'd make a good little slut, Ted. You just needed to be trained properly."
His fingers fall from Ted's jaw and he moves around behind Ted, eyes drinking in the sight of lean, muscular thighs and nearly flawless skin, save for a birthmark right on top of his coccyx. A homing beacon beckoning him closer to his prize. His hand settles onto the curve of Ted's ass, feeling the flesh twitch beneath his touch.
"I'm definitely going to enjoy this."
He can hear his own breathing, but nothing from the vampire. Ted's breathing deep and hard, almost gasping, like he's been running. Somewhere deep inside there's an insistent monologue, a part of him that's standing outside of all this, horrified, watching while Angelus caresses his ass. That little part of him feels cold fingers and pain and knows that this is wrong. But most of Ted's still caught up in that golden hypnotic glow, like a really good joint times five million, and he just can't seem to fight the feeling.
Angelus reaches his hand between Ted's legs, grabbing hold of his erection, feeling the pump of blood beneath his fingers, the pump of adrenaline, the twitch of pleasure. He can see Ted's body go rigid from the contact, spinal cord bunching, ass clenching.
With his free hand, he slides a finger down the crack of Ted's ass, brushing over the pucker, and feeling Ted shake convulsively, the smell of fear radiating off of him. It's the perfect moment to force the finger inside, pushing past the tightening ring of muscles trying desperately to keep him out.
An experimental wiggle makes Ted shudder again and Angelus smirks. "That feel good, slut?"
Ted lets out a whine of protest. It hurts a little and it feels unnatural but pretty soon his dick is twitching, jumping and leaping between his legs almost uncontrollably. He feels locked inside himself, an instrument being played, not a human being any more.
"Answer me, boy.”
He hears the words, but they come from far away. He still sees spots, the inverted image of golden fire imprinted on his retina. He tries to wriggle his hips to pull away from the invasion but is rewarded by a slap on the rump and a low chuckle from the vampire.
"You're so tight, baby," Angelus muses, pushing another finger inside Ted, feeling the tight ring muscles waffle between resistance and acceptance. "Like a pretty, virgin whore." The fingers scissor back and forth, stretching the skin, preparing Ted for the dirty invasion that's coming his way.
"I bet your screams are gonna be extra pretty."
Ted's thoughts seem to slip and slide - bright angles and arches and long, long planes. Doorways and windows and balustrades and mezzanines. Hundreds and thousands of elements of images swirling around, jagged and unfocussed while his body reacts, while his torso undulates from coccyx to neck, while his thighs part and his ass is invaded. Ted feels a low tug in his groin, a pain and a pulse of pure, unbridled pleasure and he moans, desperate and needy, his skin flushing warm, his balls drawing up.
As Ted responds, so willing and obedient to his ministrations, Angelus can't help but feel justified in using humans as slaves and sex toys. They bend easier than vampires, break easier. It just takes the right mind to push them to that point and he's spent centuries perfecting the technique.
However...that does not mean that his pretty little bitches get to come right out of the gate...
His free hand reaches between Ted's thighs, gripping his balls and yanking them downwards, stealing the man's climax and eliciting an agonising groan.
"Tsk, tsk. Ted. Don't get to come until I tell you."
A smirk tugs at the vampire's lips as he removes his fingers and lines his throbbing cock against Ted's slightly gaping hole. One quick, brutal thrust and he's inside, pumping furiously and gleefully avoiding Ted's sweet spot. Spike always hated it when he did that....
The pain shoots through him and he curls his body instinctively, managing to get free of Angelus for just a second as he twists up on himself, hissing as Angelus's dick slides out of him. He feels sick, over-full, from the pain and the denial of release and he groans. It's like waking from a dream, he's disorientated, suddenly aware he's naked, it's cold and his balls are on fire.
Each thrust is brutal and jarring as Angelus chases his release. Ted's so tight, so constricting, so pliant. An incredibly convenient hole...
His cock twitches furiously as his balls draw upwards and it only takes one more upstroke before his spunk explodes inside Ted's ass, thick and invasive as it seeks to cover every inch of skin.
As he pulls out, he catches the vibrant, intense glow of a white light followed by a what he assumes is some kinda of warrior cry, only way more stupid.
Chapter Six
Author:
snogged and idioticonionDisclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angelus/Ted with a Willow/Marshall friendship
Word Count: 1526
Rating/Warnings: Overall: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, adult language (sexual slurs), violence, abduction, mind-fuckery, dub-con/non-con. This chapter: the baddest of the bunch.
Summary: This is the story that Ted will never tell his kids...
Setting: Post-S7 of Buffy. Post-S5 of Angel. I consider it AU though, since Angel's lost his soul again.
Beta:
rockstarpeach. Please be aware, however, that this was co-written by an American and a Brit. We chose to utilise the British spellings of things, and it’s our sincerest apology if there are any inconsistencies or grammatical errors that did not get caught.Previous Chapters
It's still pitch dark, but Ted's eyes have slowly acclimatised a little bit. His chest heaves, each breath broken and ragged with fear. His clothes are partially shredded, his skin has goosebumps all over, but he's almost too afraid to shiver.
Maybe if he stays still, absolutely still, Angelus will leave him alone?
Then there's a pain, like a sudden bright flare from a match, and he closes his eyes tight, gritting his teeth as he struggles against his bonds. "Please..." He says, through clenched jaws, but there's another stabbing, slicing pain across his chest. "Please..." He begs, the word becoming meaningless by repetition.
When his eyelids flutter open, Angelus is hovering above him, lips set in a cruel smirk.
"Please, oh please sir, make it stop. I'll do anything to make it stop," Angelus mocks, feigning the high-pitched squeal of a woman screaming as his nails run down the broad expanse of Ted's chest. The jagged points draw tiny bubbles of blood from Ted's skin, crimson red such a sharp contrast to ashen white.
Angelus's voice drops, hardening to cold steel.
"I could make it stop for you, Ted. If you tell me that you want me. That you're aching for me to fill you, aching for me to fuck you. Wouldn't that be nicer, Ted? Instead of your flesh ripped to shreds bit by agonizing bit?"
Ted doesn't want it - oh God, he doesn't want it. But the pain! He's never been in this much pain, his whole life. He'll pretty much agree with anything Angelus says if the pain stops.
"I want... you... to fuck me?"
It comes out like a question, because he suddenly realises that being fucked might hurt a whole lot more than having his skin ripped off. He sobs, audibly.
Angelus's eyes flare at Ted's admission, fire and ice, sadistic and chilling. He’s finally going to get his way, have his way. He did love it ever so much when he could rape the willing...and it didn't even take Ted's word to show him just how willing his broken victim could be.
"I know you do, baby. Can almost taste the blood pumping through your veins as it moves southward to get you all hard and ready for me. How 'bout you show me just how much you want to be fucked."
In an instant, Ted finds himself free from his bonds and Angelus watches with cautious eyes for Ted's next move.
Ted tries to move, but his body is cold and heavy, his limbs tingling with pins and needles. He shifts his weight, trying desperately to rub some life into his arms, but they feel rubbery and useless.
"How?" He bleats. "Show you how?"
Angelus's jaw ticks as his foot taps out an impatient rhythm. His interest in Ted's whines and protests is waning and his cock twitches painfully, clearly sick of waiting for Ted to make his move.
"Do I need to spell it out for you, boy? Strip naked and get on your knees," Angelus growled, teeth snapping as his hand dropped down to fist his erection. "I'm in a mood to take you dry if you don't follow orders."
Ted struggles to his knees, pulling off his shredding t-shirt. His fingers fumble at the buttons of his jeans but he cries out with pain, knowing he's going too slowly. His mind is shutting down - this is too much! The terror, the horror, it's too much. He looks up desperately at Angelus, finally managing to pull off his jeans, wincing from the bruises and cuts to his butt and thighs, trembling violently. Angelus's eyes are wide and golden and hypnotic; and he takes a deep breath of night air into his lungs, feeling his shakes subside, unable to blink or even look away. His cold limbs are suffused with a warm glow that travels slowly through his arms, wrist, hands, all his extremities. He isn't even embarrassed by his sudden boner because it doesn’t matter. Not with the way Angelus is looking at him.
A smirk tugs at the corners of the vampire's lips as he leans down to cup Ted's chin, a mocking gesture of kindness. "I knew you'd make a good little slut, Ted. You just needed to be trained properly."
His fingers fall from Ted's jaw and he moves around behind Ted, eyes drinking in the sight of lean, muscular thighs and nearly flawless skin, save for a birthmark right on top of his coccyx. A homing beacon beckoning him closer to his prize. His hand settles onto the curve of Ted's ass, feeling the flesh twitch beneath his touch.
"I'm definitely going to enjoy this."
He can hear his own breathing, but nothing from the vampire. Ted's breathing deep and hard, almost gasping, like he's been running. Somewhere deep inside there's an insistent monologue, a part of him that's standing outside of all this, horrified, watching while Angelus caresses his ass. That little part of him feels cold fingers and pain and knows that this is wrong. But most of Ted's still caught up in that golden hypnotic glow, like a really good joint times five million, and he just can't seem to fight the feeling.
Angelus reaches his hand between Ted's legs, grabbing hold of his erection, feeling the pump of blood beneath his fingers, the pump of adrenaline, the twitch of pleasure. He can see Ted's body go rigid from the contact, spinal cord bunching, ass clenching.
With his free hand, he slides a finger down the crack of Ted's ass, brushing over the pucker, and feeling Ted shake convulsively, the smell of fear radiating off of him. It's the perfect moment to force the finger inside, pushing past the tightening ring of muscles trying desperately to keep him out.
An experimental wiggle makes Ted shudder again and Angelus smirks. "That feel good, slut?"
Ted lets out a whine of protest. It hurts a little and it feels unnatural but pretty soon his dick is twitching, jumping and leaping between his legs almost uncontrollably. He feels locked inside himself, an instrument being played, not a human being any more.
"Answer me, boy.”
He hears the words, but they come from far away. He still sees spots, the inverted image of golden fire imprinted on his retina. He tries to wriggle his hips to pull away from the invasion but is rewarded by a slap on the rump and a low chuckle from the vampire.
"You're so tight, baby," Angelus muses, pushing another finger inside Ted, feeling the tight ring muscles waffle between resistance and acceptance. "Like a pretty, virgin whore." The fingers scissor back and forth, stretching the skin, preparing Ted for the dirty invasion that's coming his way.
"I bet your screams are gonna be extra pretty."
Ted's thoughts seem to slip and slide - bright angles and arches and long, long planes. Doorways and windows and balustrades and mezzanines. Hundreds and thousands of elements of images swirling around, jagged and unfocussed while his body reacts, while his torso undulates from coccyx to neck, while his thighs part and his ass is invaded. Ted feels a low tug in his groin, a pain and a pulse of pure, unbridled pleasure and he moans, desperate and needy, his skin flushing warm, his balls drawing up.
As Ted responds, so willing and obedient to his ministrations, Angelus can't help but feel justified in using humans as slaves and sex toys. They bend easier than vampires, break easier. It just takes the right mind to push them to that point and he's spent centuries perfecting the technique.
However...that does not mean that his pretty little bitches get to come right out of the gate...
His free hand reaches between Ted's thighs, gripping his balls and yanking them downwards, stealing the man's climax and eliciting an agonising groan.
"Tsk, tsk. Ted. Don't get to come until I tell you."
A smirk tugs at the vampire's lips as he removes his fingers and lines his throbbing cock against Ted's slightly gaping hole. One quick, brutal thrust and he's inside, pumping furiously and gleefully avoiding Ted's sweet spot. Spike always hated it when he did that....
The pain shoots through him and he curls his body instinctively, managing to get free of Angelus for just a second as he twists up on himself, hissing as Angelus's dick slides out of him. He feels sick, over-full, from the pain and the denial of release and he groans. It's like waking from a dream, he's disorientated, suddenly aware he's naked, it's cold and his balls are on fire.
Each thrust is brutal and jarring as Angelus chases his release. Ted's so tight, so constricting, so pliant. An incredibly convenient hole...
His cock twitches furiously as his balls draw upwards and it only takes one more upstroke before his spunk explodes inside Ted's ass, thick and invasive as it seeks to cover every inch of skin.
As he pulls out, he catches the vibrant, intense glow of a white light followed by a what he assumes is some kinda of warrior cry, only way more stupid.
Chapter Six
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