crossoverfic | Fic: 'Grey Angel' - Chapter Four

Yeah, I know it's been a long time since I updated, but, well,,,,RL's a bitch :/ anyway...here's chapter 4 :)

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Heading: ‘Grey angel’- Chapter 4/? - ‘Broken’
By:

katsa_db_lover
Beta:

ash_carpenter
Pairing: Dean/Spike
Other characters: Dark!Sam, Ryan (OMC), Diane (OFC) , Professor Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Fred
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 & Diane, however, are my own characters.
Summary: Spike’s a rebellious punk rocker from a 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: 1021
Banner by: myself...

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

A/N2: This chapter contains ‘symbolic’ language. And note that the ‘dark eyed’ man has mental issues.....not gonna tell anymore though...

Chapter Four

‘Broken’

When Spike returned from school later that day, Dean was nowhere to be found. It made him feel things he wasn’t ready to admit, even to himself. It made him feel empty, and lost, like his very heart was being ripped from his chest. How could you feel something like that after such a short time? Spike couldn’t sleep the following night, his head was filled with images of startling green eyes and the beautiful bow of pink lips.

He was afraid that something could have happened to the other boy. Dean lived in such a poor conditions, his life was full of dangers, and Spike wanted to do everything in his power to prevent anything bad happening to Dean ever again.

~~(*)~~

The morning came. Spike stalked down quietly, not wanting to wake up his family. He stood there in middle of the kitchen floor for a while, unable to move. Spike didn’t know where Dean lived, just that he hung around on the streets a lot. He didn’t want to know the nature of the activities the other boy was hanging around on the street for though.

Every time he even tried to speculate on the issue, he got so jealous that it threatened to tear him apart. He knew the reason of course; it was obvious enough. Dean was a very beautiful young guy, just the type for old perverts who got off on hurting something so pretty. Spike felt sick when gory images took shape in his mind. He had to find Dean, even if it was just for his own peace of mind.
Spike grabbed a little piece of paper from the kitchen drawer and scribbled down a short note for his mom.

Scanning through the note once more, he left it leaning against the vase on the table and ran out of the house. He knew his mom would probably be furious when he got back, but he didn’t care. Dean was the only thing on his mind at that moment, as the clenching of his heart made his breathing shallow and the fear in his mind grew along with every step he took.

What was this feeling he was experiencing? It was like he was suffocating or something. He didn’t have the time to dwell on it any longer though. He was going to make Dean come back with him, and when he did, he’d never let him go again. Spike didn’t notice the possessive direction which his thoughts were taking.

~~(*)~~

His back hit the cold tiles as he kept his eyes on his client. The guy was tall and broad, with day-old stubble on his chin. He approached Dean with a dark look in his eyes, like a predator stalking its helpless prey. Dean shivered all over when the panic took over his body. He moved forward, about to flee, but his client wouldn’t have any of that. Dean found himself manhandled around and pushed against the hard wall. He felt a hot breath ghosting over his cheek and a knee shoved roughly between his thighs. The guy whispered all kinds of filthy things in his ear, while biting hard on the side of his neck.

Dean cried out in pain and tried to buck the guy off, but only got pinned down harder. The situation was getting threatening and Dean was scared for his life now. He was spun around once again and forced on his knees, his eyes level with the guy’s crotch.

“Suck it baby,” the guy growled in a coarse voice and grabbed the back of Dean’s head, pressing his nose against the rough fabric of his jeans. Dean did what he was told, hoping to get it over with as quickly as possible. He dragged the zipper down, and eased the pants down a bit. The guy was already hard as stone and Dean took him in hand, jerking him for a while before taking him in his mouth as far as he could. He felt the gagging effect threaten to take place, but managed to keep it under control. After a few seconds the guy came hard, spilling all over Dean’s face and lips.

“Mmmm...Such a good little whore....Your damn lips, God!” the guy muttered incoherently. He made Dean lick him clean before tucking himself back into his pants.

“Come’ere, I want to taste those cocksucking lips,” he rumbled, pulling Dean against him in a savage kiss. He bit down on the soft flesh of the lower lip and sucked it in his mouth. Finally, he let go and with a content smirk on his face paid Dean for his efforts.

Once more, Dean picked up the few bills, which were thrown down on the dirty floor. Piece by piece his soul was shattering , a bit more every day. Soon, he would be beyond repair.

~~(*)~~

No-one, except the dark shadow hiding in the alley; noticed a young man, walking alone, his clothes torn, and tears running down the soft skin of his cheeks. The dark eyes followed the boy, until he disappeared around the corner. His ‘Grey angel’ was broken and he wanted to kill the man who was responsible of such a crime. Once, his angel had been as innocent as the angels in heaven, but the world had stained his feathers. No-one saw the beautiful grey wings on the boys back, no-one but the man with dark eyes.

Those wings were ragged and grey, but the feathers still had a faint glow as the light tried to find its way through the dark. Once, those wings had been white and his soul pure. The light in the green eyes had dimmed as well and the color paled into a duller shade of the once so striking color.

But no worries, he would take vengeance against the evil and purify the soul of his ‘Grey angel’, so that he would be whole again. He would start with the one who called himself a ‘father’.

TBC