crossoverfic | Fic: 'Grey angel'

Finally...chapter 2....been busy lately with the new job and stuff...*sigh* hopefully I get more time to write in the future :)

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Heading: ‘Grey angel’- Chapter 2/?
By:

katsa_db_lover
Beta:

ash_carpenter (thanks so much sweetie!!!! Luv ya!)
Pairing: Dean/Spike
Other characters: Dark!Sam, Ryan (OMC), Professor Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Fred (In upcoming chapters)
Fandom(s): 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-con sex,bondage,
Feedback: feed me? O__O
Word count: 1031

A/N: This is going to be a very dark fic...so...if you’r not comfortable with that, do not click the link

Previous chapter

“Can't find a reason you should respect in me
you're happy when you get me on my knees
hate me, hurt me, kill me
do whatever you want
why should I care?
I'm not the one who'll lose
I'm not the one who surrenders
I am what I am
is it so hard to understand?
I'm the king on my land
hate me, hurt me, kill me
think about me what you want
you cannot trample me under your feet.
Hurt me once hurt me twice
I'm not the one who cries
Later it's you who feels pain
Kill me once kill me twice
I'm not the one who dies
My life is full of little deaths
I will be born again.”

©‘Little Deaths’ by To Die For

Chapter Two

He stared at the kid’s retreating back for a long moment - that one was definitely a pretty one, with his plump lips and long spread of lashes. Spike couldn’t get the bright green of the his eyes out of his head, and it wasn’t like he’d even stared into them longer than a second; there was something in that look, something dark and vulnerable – he could see this young guy had been through a lot, and he intended to find out what. He wanted to help him? That really sounded odd; he didn’t know if something was even wrong, but he just had the feeling, and damn if he wasn’t going to follow it! This might be his chance to get to know him, and maybe make someone’s life better while he was at it. Spike waited for the kid to cross the street and headed after him, keeping his distance so that he wouldn’t look too obvious.

The guy stopped at one of the streets which had a dangerous reputation, from drug dealing to prostitution, and was suddenly talking with someone. It was another guy, who Spike hadn’t spotted first because he was standing out of sight, in the shadows. They seemed to be arguing about something, and the other guy yanked the younger one up by his shirt, spitting words into his face. The poor lad looked terrified, and no wonder – the other one was even taller than the kid, and the kid was definitely a tall one: about 6’1. The bigger man was up to 6’4 and very muscular, in a lean way. Spike could hear the kid squeak out the name ‘Sam’, before the taller man’s fist connected with his jaw. The young man lost his balance and fell down, hitting his head on the concrete wall.

‘Bloody’ell! That’s it! ‘m gonna hurt that guy, badly,’ Spike mumbled under his breath, and stepped out of the shadows so that the guy could see him. ‘Sam’ stared at him for a moment and fled, leaving the kid lying on the ground, unconscious. Spike knelt down beside the young man; he was a beautiful boy with his long, dark lashes resting on his cheeks, and dark blonde hair with golden tips, and what about that mouth? Bleedin’ell! Spike had to be careful or he’d end up molesting the lad. After checking his injuries, Spike hauled him up and started to drag him towards his house. Mum wouldn’t be overjoyed, but that couldn’t be helped; he wanted to ‘save’ the kid, honestly, with no hidden agenda…although IF something were to happen, it would definitely be a plus.

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“What....what happened? Who is that boy? William!” his mum shouted after him when he stumbled inside, dragging the guy along with him up the stairs and into his room. He was still unconsious, and the wound on his head had started bleeding. Spike stared at him for a moment; he definitely looked good enough on his bed, surrounded with black silk. Finally he snapped out of it and ran downstairs in search of bandages and something to clean the wound with. His mum was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a questioning look.

“What? He’s a friend...some guys beat him up and.....he couldn’t go home you see...so I brought him here,” Spike explained, hoping that his mum would buy it.

“Why? I mean...why he couldn’t go home?” she asked; she looked suspicious and kept glancing upstairs.

“Well....bloody ’ell, he’s unconsious, that’s why...and stop that...he ain’t gonna steal anything!” Spike said angrily and glared at his mother.

“You could have called someone...his parents maybe?” his mum started.

“No! I couldn’t.....and that’s it...it ain’t ya business anyway....fuckin’ ’ell!” Spike was shouting now; he was beyond annoyed with his mum and strolled off towrads the kitchen, ignoring her angry voice calling him back.

He found the bandages and the peroxide for cleaning the wound. When he got back to his room, the bed was empty. Spike stood there for a moment with his mouth open. There were no sign of the other guy anywhere in the room. Spike was about to go looking for him, when he heard a noise from the bathroom connected with his bedroom. It was a sound of something breaking, followed with a rather loud yelp. Spike snickered and knocked on the door.

“Are you okay in there?” he asked, leaning towards the door and pressing his ear against it.

“I...yes...where am I?” a small voice answered.

“You’re at my house...you were hurt...so I brought you here…’m Spike...what’s your name, pet?”

There was no answer.

“Pet?”

“De....it’s Dean....” the answer came finally, and the door opened suddenly, leaving Spike nose to nose with the most beautiful person he’d seen in his life. ‘Bugger... ‘m so going to be in trouble,’ he thought, backing up a bit so that Dean could get past him. He moved gracefully, like a cat, and he had the most delicious backside. ‘Stop it you pervert...he’s hurt’ Spike slapped himself mentally and followed Dean, who was sitting on his bed, head bowed down and twisting his fingers nervously. He looked cute and Spike felt his heart swelling in his chest. Something in his pants was taking notice too, and he had to will it away before it would get him in trouble.

“So....are you hungry, pet?” Spike asked, clearing his throat.

“No...thank you...for everything...but, I really must be going now,” Dean mumbled, standing up.

“Why? No...please...you’re hurt...just rest here for a while, okay? Please?” Spike pleaded.

Dean looked tired and could hardly stand on his own; Spike shouldn’t let him leave, not yet.

“Okay...thank you,” Dean sighed. He was as stiff as a board and looked frightened. Spike didn’t know what to do. ‘He looks so scared...as if he thinks ‘m going to hurt him if he doesn’t do what I say.’

“It’s okay...you don’t have to...but I think it would be better...you can hardly stand,” Spike tried to reason with him.

“Yeah...okay...thank you,” Dean whispered and glanced at Spike behind his long lashes.

‘Bloody ’ell...he’s going to kill me,’ Spike whined internally when he felt his cock stirring in interest.

TBC