Owning Him Utterly by Criss Moody

 
Date: March 22, 2000
Spoilers: BtVS season one ep, "Never Kill a Boy on the First Date."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Angelus/Owen
Content Warning: Violent, bloody m/m sex. Depiction of rape. Not for really gentle stomachs, consider yourself warned.
Summary: Angelus plays with a toy.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and his corporate goons own the characters and the concept. This would never ever happen on the show; this is entirely my own mental issue <eg>.
Notes and Dedication: This is for Rebecca's birthday challenge for the wonderful, multi-talented, awesome listdaddy of AngelSlash, Charles Cook. Happy Birthday dearheart. Title comes from a story, The Seduction of the Desert Prince, a Highlander slash story. Very hot and erotic and dark, if you want to read it, I'll send you the url.

Ownership had its privileges.

Amongst those privileges was an all-access pass to silken skin stretched over taunt muscles, delightfully sensitive nipples, a hole so tight it could make you scream, and the hot flow of blood giving the flesh its warmth.

And it was all his to play with. Angelus had found this little treat three days ago, wondering around the morgue, his eyes glittering with the twilight gleam of someone already half on their way to another existence.

Angelus was more than happy to help this boy on his way.

Oddly enough, the boy didn't seem afraid, but rather morbidly curious about what would happen to him. He hadn't spoken for three days, not since he had introduced himself as Owen, told Angelus he looked familiar, and asked the vampire if he was a friend of Buffy's. Naturally, Angelus hadn't been too pleased to hear his bitch's name on another's lips. So, he'd taken him back to the mansion partially because he looked entertaining, partly because he liked to rid the world of men who might have touched his bitch, and of course because this boy just begged to be taken.

His sweetly muscled back tapered into a tight, bubble-shaped ass, and he had a talent for using those inner muscles. He had screamed the first time that Angel had plunged his engorged cock deep into the boy's flesh with absolutely no preparation. One does not prepare toys. As he had ripped into the boy, he could almost hear the flesh tear, the blood flow, and his nose had twitched at the scent of the rich steamy blood which had begun to fill the boy's passage. Once his balls had slapped up against that cute little swell of flesh, Angelus had thrown his head back and howled at the intensely erotic violence of this act, of this taking. His howl had echoed in the room, joining the high-pitched scream of the sandy-haired creature that Angelus had so viciously introduced to anal sex.

Sometimes pleasure had to be taught through pain. Lots of pain.

Now, three days later, Angelus had yet to get around to killing him, because the boy had proved such a conundrum. He had a dark part to his soul, a deliciously perverse craving for pain that was charmingly reminiscent of his dear Drusilla. The tan silk covering his body had slowly whitened as Angelus had repeatedly raped the boy, becoming increasingly fond of first tearing into the bloody, torn anal passage, then sinking into the mortally warm flesh of his mouth. This little pet had a fascinatingly wonderful ability to deep throat. Angelus wondered who had taught him.

But the beauty of marking every bit of this flesh with his bite, his mark, his touch, his blood and semen streaked cock did not represent the major allure that this boy held for Angelus. No, the perverse love he had developed for this child came from the creature's love of pain.

No matter what a mortal will tell you, few of them could truly understand or withstand the violently erotic pain and pleasure that vampires and many demons engage in. Mortals with their black vinyl and black leather clothing, whips, floggers, paddles, clamps and more, always thought that they understood pain, that they were talented in giving and receiving it.

Ha, ha, very funny.

When Angelus had first used the boy's ass, nearly tearing the flesh off the mortal's hips as he gripped the area, his fingers had crept around to the boy's cock, intending to perhaps tease him about its softness. Angelus found the boy's cock hard, painfully so, for when he touched it, the boy named Owen hissed and arched his neck, and for the first time, Angelus had felt an urge to do something other than take him and toss him.

He wanted to own him.

Perhaps only for an hour, or maybe a day, but own him he would and did. Angelus had known that the moment he felt that hard cock jump and pulse in his hand. The surest sign of ownership over another body, vampire or human, was when you could cause their arousal merely by your presence. You touched them and they would nearly come just from the slightest pressure of you fingertips on their shoulder, or their thigh.

Angelus had spent hours on the boy's nipples, first clamping them with the alligator clamps Spike was so fond of, then hanging various bells and weights from them. Early the previous evening, his pet had given him an enthusiastic blowjob, which had quickly become Angelus fucking the mortal's face, while the tiny bells on his nipples rang out clear and sweet. To bad there wouldn't be time to train the boy how to play a tune on his nipples while giving a blowjob or receiving a good hard fucking.

Ah, well, one did have learn how to live with disappointment.

Angelus stepped over the pale, hard body below him. After carefully studying him, the gently movements of the chest, the angry purple cock and balls, encased in a ball splitter which not only separated the balls from each other but also from the cock, also weighing all that sensitive flesh down, and finally resting on the twitching motions of his pet's feet, Angelus sat down on the boy's legs. Just a split second before the vampire's ass reached the hairy legs, the boy's eyes flew open and hungrily drank in the sight of the elegantly nude man about to sit on him. Silently, Angelus removed the ball splitter, paying little attention to the excruciating pain spreading over his pet's face. Then, he slapped his creature's hip, signaling that Angelus wanted him on his hands and knees, and fast.

Entering the tender, bruised hole brutally as always, Angelus leaned over the long back under him, resting his lips just behind his pet's ear. One pale hand gripped the agonizingly hard cock in a tight grip around the base, thus preventing any accidents.

"Do you want to come?" The sibilant, cold whisper filled the boy's ear. The frantic nod brought a happy smirk to Angelus' now vamped out face, a smirk filled with genuine glee and joy.

"Good."

Angelus simultaneously pumped the dark purple cock and sank his fangs deep into the crook of his pet's neck.

And Owen died with a smile on his face.

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