spiceblueeyes | Valentine Tradition

Okay, so this is a lot darker than I usually go. A lot darker. Incorporates the prompt Delectable for

tamingthemuse .

Title: Valentine Tradition
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Torture
Summary: Angelus has a Valentine's Day tradition.
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me.
Word count: 940

Valentine Tradition

Angelus strode into Spike’s room like it was his own, and really it was, since the mansion was his. Spike was sitting in his wheelchair, as usual, staring at the wall. His head jerked up at Angelus’ entrance and his eyes went wide. “What do you want Angelus?” He tried to hide his fear, but Angelus could smell it. His childe was helpless, at his mercy, weak, just as he should be.

“It’s Valentine’s Day Spike, you know what that means.” Angelus walked over to stand by Spike and put his hand on his head, feeling the stiff slicked back hair under his fingers. “It means I give each of my childer what they want.” He stroked Spike’s hair, back and forth, feeling the minute shudders even as Spike affected indifference. “I give Drusilla blood, gore, and a good seeing to from ‘Daddy.’ And you Spike, I give you what you always crave. My attention.” Spike didn’t say anything, but the trembling increased.

It only took a moment for Angelus to strip Spike and set him on the middle of the bed, shackling his wrists to the bedposts on either side of the bed. “Do you remember our last Valentine’s together Spike? I do. You screamed so sweetly for me.” Spike just stared at him, his jaw clenched shut. He wasn’t talking, wasn’t begging, he knew it wouldn’t do any good, not today. Today was special, a holiday, and he’d taught his childer that holidays were to be respected, traditions needed to be upheld. This was their tradition. Angelus sat next to Spike on the bed and placed his hand on his Spike’s thigh. “Can you feel anything Spike, or are your legs completely numb?” Spike didn’t answer. No matter, Angelus would find out. His hands went to Spike’s right foot, enclosing it, giving it a small massage. Then he reached up and casually bent the pinkie toe all the way back, listening to the audible crack as the bone snapped. He glanced at Spike, a small grimace at the sound was visible on his face, but no pain showed. So his feet, at least, were completely numb. He methodically broke the other four toes on the foot the same way. “How does it feel Spike, to watch something that you know hurts, but not be able to feel it?” Angelus was honestly curious, but Spike still wasn’t talking. He moved on to the left foot, breaking those toes as well. “How does it feel to know that every wound you get prolongs your recovery, making it that much longer before you’ll be able to walk again?” Done with the feet, Angelus left the room for a moment and came back with a knife.

He sat back on the bed and placed the flat of the blade on Spike’s leg, stroking it up and down. “I’m afraid it’s not very sharp, but it’s all I could find.” Spike let out a snort, and Angelus flashed him a smile. He began to trace designs into Spike’s flesh with the tip of the knife. There were long wavy lines, little crosses that would sizzle and smoke, and a flourished capital A. About an hour later he sat back from his work and surveyed it. Spike’s legs were coved with cuts, all of them bleeding except for the crosses which were still burning deeper into his skin. Spike had always hated the smell of burning flesh; Angelus loved it.

He took a deep breath through his nose, savoring the delectable smell. “Well, I think it’s almost time we wrap this up Spikey. I left Dru tied up and if I leave her alone too long the minions might start getting ideas.” He hadn’t thought it was possible for Spike’s glare to become even more hateful, but it did. Angelus just chuckled. “One last question before I go.” He reached for Spike’s limp cock, “are you numb here as well? Can you get it up at all?” He stroked it gently, then harder as he got no reaction. “I want you hard for me Spikey.” Still nothing, “tsk tsk, I’m disappointed in you. Do you remember the punishment for not getting hard when I tell you too?” Spike closed his eyes and turned his head, obviously he did. “Uh uh, no closing your eyes or I’ll just remove your eyelids. I want you to watch Spike.” Angelus reached for the knife again, bringing it behind Spike’s balls. He slowly sawed through skin until one of them was completely detached. “Maybe I should just take one on account of the fact that you are injured, it’s not really your fault.” Angelus paused, “then again, leniency is not a precedent I want to set.” He carefully removed the other ball sac, making sure the sound or the knife cutting through flesh was audible. He took the amputated pieces of flesh and put them in a bag, “these will be the next part of Dru’s Valentine’s gift.” Angelus smirked down at Spike, lying restrained on the blood soaked bed. “I hope you enjoyed your gift Spike, I know I did.” With that he left the room, leaving Spike with no way to get free. He’d send a minion in to release him tomorrow.

Spike looked down at the mangled remains of his already broken body. He’d felt no pain the whole time he’d watched Angelus torture him, which was better than previous Valentine’s Days. However Spike knew that Angelus hadn’t been after physical pain this time. He’d gone for emotional and psychological pain, and in that he’d succeeded. Finally alone, Spike let the tears fall.