Changes

Author: Lilithangel

Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint

Fandom: BtVS

Genre: horror/slash

Warnings: contains sexual relations between two males.

Characters: Spike/Ripper

Disclaimer: they followed me home so I'm keeping them.

Summary: young Ripper was requested, here is my version.



1980 London

They believe they own the night these reckless ones. Armoured in denim and leather tempting the strongest to feast on their foolishness.

They smell of stolen power and broken promises and the blond watching them can almost taste the tainted innocence. The cold eyed one in the middle of the group drew him the most. Cupid bow lips twisted with that middle class roughing it sneer Spike recognised so well.

Here was a boy playing at being bad to show the folks he was different to them being seduced by the very power he played with. His treatment of the smaller boy hanging on his coat showed a ruthlessness that gave Spike shivers.

Spike tracked them by the darkness that warped their shadows and the sweet scent of corruption. The one they called Ripper dragged the smaller Ethan into an alley as soon as the others had wandered off to their own games.

When Spike reached the opening he found the smaller boy worshipping at the altar of Ripper's cock. Sucking it down in desperation hoping to please the handsome young godling that thrust into his mouth only caring about his own release.

Spike waited until Ripper had sent Ethan on his way with a pat on the head and a lazy smile. Then he lit up a cigarette the lighter glow revealing his presence to the oblivious human.

"Get a good look did you?" Ripper said trying to restore his composure.

"Good enough. His submission smelt wonderful didn't it?" Spike moved casually over to Ripper.

"Don't know what you are on about mate," Ripper said with a sneer.

"So you didn't get off on him willingly getting on his knees in this tatty alleyway to take your cock like a ten pound whore?" Spike smiled at the scent of arousal. "Tell me," Spike was right up close to the human now, "did you teach him everything he knows?"

Even though Ripper was taller than the blond he couldn't do any more than freeze like a rabbit under the gaze of a hawk.

"What did you promise him to get him on his knees or did he offer himself to you willingly?" Spike pulled Ripper's head down and blew a cloud of smoke into the softly parted lips. "You both stink of magic but his is wild while yours," Spike inhaled deeply at Ripper's neck as the boy coughed out the smoke, "yours is twisted up tight as your mother's knickers."

Ripper tensed at the insult but found he was locked tight in place by a cool strong grip. He let loose a small tendril of magic but the grip on his neck slipped around to squeeze around his throat breaking his concentration and the magic curled back inside.

"None of that," Spike scolded the rapidly panicking boy, "if you're going to play with the big boys you really should be better prepared."

Ripper's hands scratched ineffectually at the merciless grip around his throat. Little spots of light were beginning to dance in his vision. Death was a blue-eyed demon with a wolfish grin and some part of him was grateful that death was at least handsome.

Spike released his grip and the human fell to his knees gulping for air in desperation. "Time to show me if you did teach him everything he knows," Spike pulled the terrified Ripper's face into his groin, "if you're good I'll make your death quick otherwise I'll leave you suffering for days before I let you go."

Shaking hands undid Spike's jeans and pulled his already hard cock out into the cool night air. The tongue that had so recently been murmuring obscenities to Ethan now ran around the head of his cock. The cupid bow lips stretched over the head as he pushed into the warm wetness.

Hot tears were forming in the corners of the no longer cold eyes but Spike could smell how interested in events Ripper's cock was even if the man wasn't. He took hold of the tousled hair not letting the kneeling human control his thrusts. He drove in deep enjoying the gagging tremors and the slight scrape of teeth along his shaft.

Ripper had placed his hands on Spike's thighs for balance and Spike knew he had given up when his grip relaxed and he started to encourage Spike deeper.

Spike growled and let his demon face out as he flooded the warm mouth with his seed. He could smell the arid tang of urine and knew the human had seen his face and knew what it meant. Spike pulled his cock free and milked the last of his release over the terrified face.

Pulling Ripper up like fish out of a stream Spike grinned with fangs gleaming. "You were a good boy so I'll make this quick." Spike bit down deep into a pounding vein. Ripper struggled against the death that claimed him nails drawing blood on the face of the vampire.

Spike pulled back from his feeding in surprise and the strength of the fight still in the boy. He had never felt the urge to create a childe of his own, taking care of Dru seemed like enough responsibility, but this one tasted so good and maybe it would be nice to have someone else around to help.

Spike ripped open the side of his own neck and waited for the human to become aware of what he was offering, "do you want to die Ripper?"

Vaguely Ripper heard the question and his brain struggled to comprehend the offer. His family, his history had filled him with all that was wrong with the creature that held him so gently now. At that moment it didn't matter, he had turned from his family fled the demands on his freedom and he could die from that choice.

One hand reached up and pulled Spike's head closer kissing the site of his wound accepting the dark offering before oblivion claimed him.

END