Fic: 'Grey Angel' - Chapter One
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crossoverficHeading: ‘Grey angel’- Chapter 1/?
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katsa_db_lover
Beta:ash_carpenter
Pairing: Dean/Spike
Fandom: AtS/SPN
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Genre: Romance, angst, SLASH, Human AU,
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Spike or Dean .All credit goes to Joss Whedon and Co. And to Eric Kripke and The CW, Ryan, however is my own character.
Summary: Spike’s a rebellious punk rocker from an wealthy family, and has everything he could ever dream of…except someone to love, and who loves him back. Dean is a poor young man, abused by the one person he should be able to trust, and forced into prostitution...what’s gonna happen when these two meet?
Warnings: angst, SLASH, M/M sex, strong language, Human AU,non-consensual sex,bondage,
Feedback: feed me? O__O
Word count: 1124
A/N: This is going to be a very dark fic...so...if you’re not comfortable with that, do not click the link ;)
Chapter One
His head was hitting the wall with every thrust; he’d tried to soften the blows with his hands, but now they were ruthlessly held behind his back. The other man was slightly shorter than him, but much more heavily built, and there was nothing he could do other than take it all. This was his life now, brutal fucks in some alleyway or blowjobs under the table of some filthy club. At the age of eighteen, he’d done pretty much everything.
It all began when he was sixteen, after his mother passed away. He was living with his stepfather, Ryan, who constantly reminded him how he was living under “his goddamned roof”, and how he had to be thankful and do whatever he was ordered to do. So here he was, doing what he was told, not that he wanted to, but it wasn’t like his opinion mattered much anymore, not after mom’s death. Sometimes when some drunken guy was fucking him raw, or beating him bloody, he drifted away to some far away place, until it was over; that way it felt like someone else was being assaulted – it wasn’t him, this boy who wanted to end his own miserable existence.
~*~
It was another ‘glorious’ morning in Deanville, being ushered awake by his stepfather to do his chores before going to ‘work’, which meant selling his body on the streets. He sighed heavily and got up, strolling into the bathroom to take a quick shower. It would have been better to shower after the housework, but he wouldn’t have the time, because then his stepfather would notice and there would be hell to pay afterwards. Dean let himself enjoy the shower for a moment, trying to forget all the bad things in his life and remember the times when he was a child, unaware of the cruel world he was living in. Suddenly he felt tears stinging his eyes as he remembered his mother who had loved him so much and never did anything to hurt him. Dean missed it all, oh so badly, that sometimes he wondered if it was worth it anymore – living. He could remember how it felt to be loved, to be cared for by someone. In his new life, all he ever felt was pain, self loathing and anger. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the cold water streaming along his back.
“Dammit....geez...fucking shitty boiler!” he cursed under his breath and gave an angry glance towards the offending machine. They had this little boiler which held only about 150 liters of hot water, and it took hours to warm up. ‘Fucking piece if shit...god I hate my life,’ he thought, starting to dress himself quickly before Ryan came to look for him; he had twenty minutes every morning to get ready and eat before Ryan drove him to ‘work’. When he got home from work, he had to get ready for school. Dean had his special arragment with the teachers and had his own schedule; Ryan had explained to his teachers that he had to work and needed a special schedule. The nature of the work was not mentioned.
~~*~~
Spike was sitting in the kitchen, shielding his eyes from the bright sun peeking through the curtains. His mom was making breakfast and singing along with some poofy ass song from the radio. He was in a very bad mood this morning; he’d got himself grounded for two days, as if it was a big deal anyway what he’d done, just having a bit of a fun with the hired help – that’s all, no reason to get their panties in a twist. The family driver was actually rather skilled when it came to blowjobs, not to mention the things he did with his tongue. He was allowed to go to school though; if he missed one more class, he would have to start all over again. It was just that, he didn’t really care. He majored in art and music, dreaming of having his own band some day, but he needed no fuckin’ pansy ass school to learn music.
“William...take your filthy boots off the table and finish your breakfast.” His mom was watching him intently with an annoyed expression on her face.
“Yeah, yeah....bloody ’ell they’re not filthy,” he muttered, but took his feet from the table anyway. It was easier that way – his mother was one persistant lady when she wanted to be.
“Keep your tongue William... or I swear to god I will take some soap to that mouth of yours,” she snapped, glaring at him with her hands on her hips.
“Okay...’m good...ya happy? And stop calling me William...it sounds so poofy...’s Spike, okay?”
“Your name is William...and it’s not ‘poofy’...No child of mine would ever be named Spike...and where did you get that idea anyway?” His mom looked offended, as if he’d pretty much trashed the whole family name.
“Pfff...to hell with this..’m going to school...see ya.” He jumped up before his mother could react and strolled from the room. He had no intention of going to school; he was going to check what was going on at his favorite place in town, the club called ‘Xan’s Haven’. Spike wasn’t really old enough to get in there, but as the owner was one of his best friends it didn’t matter. He had been fourteen when he’d realised that he liked men, and that place was crawling with them: it was a gay club. Spike was rather popular due to his good looks; he had short curly hair, which he dyed blond and gelled down, and pretty blue eyes, his body was lean and muscular, clothes hugging his frame in all the right places. Spike loved dark, tall, and pretty men, preferably subs because he wouldn’t bottom for anyone, or at least there had never been anyone yet he would even considered bottoming for.
As he was turning the corner, he bumped into something solid and when he looked up he saw these green eyes with ridiculously long lashes staring right back at him. Spike was dumbfounded for a second, mesmerised by this beautiful vision in front of him, but finally got his voice back.
“‘m sorry, luv...should’ve watched where I was going,” he said, gaze travelling up and down the other man’s body appreciatively. ‘Fuckin’ell, he’s hot!’ Spike felt his cock starting to take notice as the pretty boy in front of him spoke in low voice, sending shivers all over his body.
“It’s okay...was my fault as well as yours...but I’m sorry...gotta run.” With that, the other boy was gone, leaving Spike as hard as a rock, and wondering what the hell had hit him.
TBC
By:
katsa_db_lover Beta:
ash_carpenter Pairing: Dean/Spike
Fandom: AtS/SPN
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Genre: Romance, angst, SLASH, Human AU,
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Spike or Dean .All credit goes to Joss Whedon and Co. And to Eric Kripke and The CW, Ryan, however is my own character.
Summary: Spike’s a rebellious punk rocker from an wealthy family, and has everything he could ever dream of…except someone to love, and who loves him back. Dean is a poor young man, abused by the one person he should be able to trust, and forced into prostitution...what’s gonna happen when these two meet?
Warnings: angst, SLASH, M/M sex, strong language, Human AU,non-consensual sex,bondage,
Feedback: feed me? O__O
Word count: 1124
A/N: This is going to be a very dark fic...so...if you’re not comfortable with that, do not click the link ;)
Chapter One
His head was hitting the wall with every thrust; he’d tried to soften the blows with his hands, but now they were ruthlessly held behind his back. The other man was slightly shorter than him, but much more heavily built, and there was nothing he could do other than take it all. This was his life now, brutal fucks in some alleyway or blowjobs under the table of some filthy club. At the age of eighteen, he’d done pretty much everything.
It all began when he was sixteen, after his mother passed away. He was living with his stepfather, Ryan, who constantly reminded him how he was living under “his goddamned roof”, and how he had to be thankful and do whatever he was ordered to do. So here he was, doing what he was told, not that he wanted to, but it wasn’t like his opinion mattered much anymore, not after mom’s death. Sometimes when some drunken guy was fucking him raw, or beating him bloody, he drifted away to some far away place, until it was over; that way it felt like someone else was being assaulted – it wasn’t him, this boy who wanted to end his own miserable existence.
~*~
It was another ‘glorious’ morning in Deanville, being ushered awake by his stepfather to do his chores before going to ‘work’, which meant selling his body on the streets. He sighed heavily and got up, strolling into the bathroom to take a quick shower. It would have been better to shower after the housework, but he wouldn’t have the time, because then his stepfather would notice and there would be hell to pay afterwards. Dean let himself enjoy the shower for a moment, trying to forget all the bad things in his life and remember the times when he was a child, unaware of the cruel world he was living in. Suddenly he felt tears stinging his eyes as he remembered his mother who had loved him so much and never did anything to hurt him. Dean missed it all, oh so badly, that sometimes he wondered if it was worth it anymore – living. He could remember how it felt to be loved, to be cared for by someone. In his new life, all he ever felt was pain, self loathing and anger. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the cold water streaming along his back.
“Dammit....geez...fucking shitty boiler!” he cursed under his breath and gave an angry glance towards the offending machine. They had this little boiler which held only about 150 liters of hot water, and it took hours to warm up. ‘Fucking piece if shit...god I hate my life,’ he thought, starting to dress himself quickly before Ryan came to look for him; he had twenty minutes every morning to get ready and eat before Ryan drove him to ‘work’. When he got home from work, he had to get ready for school. Dean had his special arragment with the teachers and had his own schedule; Ryan had explained to his teachers that he had to work and needed a special schedule. The nature of the work was not mentioned.
~~*~~
Spike was sitting in the kitchen, shielding his eyes from the bright sun peeking through the curtains. His mom was making breakfast and singing along with some poofy ass song from the radio. He was in a very bad mood this morning; he’d got himself grounded for two days, as if it was a big deal anyway what he’d done, just having a bit of a fun with the hired help – that’s all, no reason to get their panties in a twist. The family driver was actually rather skilled when it came to blowjobs, not to mention the things he did with his tongue. He was allowed to go to school though; if he missed one more class, he would have to start all over again. It was just that, he didn’t really care. He majored in art and music, dreaming of having his own band some day, but he needed no fuckin’ pansy ass school to learn music.
“William...take your filthy boots off the table and finish your breakfast.” His mom was watching him intently with an annoyed expression on her face.
“Yeah, yeah....bloody ’ell they’re not filthy,” he muttered, but took his feet from the table anyway. It was easier that way – his mother was one persistant lady when she wanted to be.
“Keep your tongue William... or I swear to god I will take some soap to that mouth of yours,” she snapped, glaring at him with her hands on her hips.
“Okay...’m good...ya happy? And stop calling me William...it sounds so poofy...’s Spike, okay?”
“Your name is William...and it’s not ‘poofy’...No child of mine would ever be named Spike...and where did you get that idea anyway?” His mom looked offended, as if he’d pretty much trashed the whole family name.
“Pfff...to hell with this..’m going to school...see ya.” He jumped up before his mother could react and strolled from the room. He had no intention of going to school; he was going to check what was going on at his favorite place in town, the club called ‘Xan’s Haven’. Spike wasn’t really old enough to get in there, but as the owner was one of his best friends it didn’t matter. He had been fourteen when he’d realised that he liked men, and that place was crawling with them: it was a gay club. Spike was rather popular due to his good looks; he had short curly hair, which he dyed blond and gelled down, and pretty blue eyes, his body was lean and muscular, clothes hugging his frame in all the right places. Spike loved dark, tall, and pretty men, preferably subs because he wouldn’t bottom for anyone, or at least there had never been anyone yet he would even considered bottoming for.
As he was turning the corner, he bumped into something solid and when he looked up he saw these green eyes with ridiculously long lashes staring right back at him. Spike was dumbfounded for a second, mesmerised by this beautiful vision in front of him, but finally got his voice back.
“‘m sorry, luv...should’ve watched where I was going,” he said, gaze travelling up and down the other man’s body appreciatively. ‘Fuckin’ell, he’s hot!’ Spike felt his cock starting to take notice as the pretty boy in front of him spoke in low voice, sending shivers all over his body.
“It’s okay...was my fault as well as yours...but I’m sorry...gotta run.” With that, the other boy was gone, leaving Spike as hard as a rock, and wondering what the hell had hit him.
TBC
