FIC - Ghost Train (Spike/Wesley)
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verucasalt123Title: Ghost Train
Characters: Dawn, Wesley/Spike
Rating: R
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nekid_spike, for which I was assigned the following: Dawn or Wesley, Cross, Ghost Train, Bondage. I think I managed to incorporate everything :)
Ghost train? Honestly? This wasn’t our type of gig, but then, we weren’t exactly there on official business. I had gotten a call from Red telling me that Bit hadn’t come home the night before. She’d gone out with some girlfriends for some spooky Halloween event and never returned. The girl was no saint, but staying out all night without calling anyone was out of character, and apparently her friends thought she’d gone home without them, so something was definitely wrong.
I called on Wesley’s expertise in research and we figured out (all right, fine, he figured out) within a few hours that there was indeed something amiss outside of Sunnydale. Apparently, a traveling amusement park was being inhabited by a phantom ride, like an indoor rollercoaster that didn’t really exist. While the other girls were getting cotton candy, brave little Dawnie climbed in and didn’t come back out. What bothered me the most was that there’s no way she wouldn’t have recognized something supernatural like that, she had enough experience to know what was real and what wasn’t, so why she’d go in there was a complete mystery.
I called Willow to let her know Wes and I were on our way (by now, everyone saw the two of us as a package deal so no explanation was warranted) and that we’d let her know what we could find.
The trip up the freeway was excruciatingly silent, just the occasional comforting touch from Wesley as he tried to calm me down. There was no way to express my concern for the Bit without losing control, so I stayed quiet in an attempt to keep from losing my mind with worry.
We got lucky, though. By the time we arrived, the carnival had moved on and it was fairly simple to find Dawn, huddled in the corner of a half-broken-down pretzel stand. When she saw me, she got up at launched herself into my arms, and I held her, of course, wiped the tears from her face and tried to console the girl the best I could. But I’d never been one to bail on a job, even after I had been released from responsibility, so I had no other choice. I had to ask her.
“All right, Bit, it’s all right, you’re going home now, you’re safe. Wes and I came to find you. You have to tell me what the bloody hell you were thinking, though. You knew it wasn’t real, didn’t you?”
Her lip poked out and her eyes teared up again, but she knew that would get her nowhere with me. Wesley was already walking away, calling to let the gang in Sunnydale know we’d found Dawn.
“I just wanted to see. No one ever lets me do anything, but I know more than people think I do, I’m not a little kid, Spike!”, she pouted, looking exactly like a little kid. “Then all of a sudden, everything was gone, it was just this dark space and I couldn’t find my way out. Everything sounded so far away and I got so tired from walking, I must have fallen asleep when I sat down. When I woke up, there was no one here, and I couldn’t find my phone, and I couldn’t remember how to get home, and I knew everyone would be angry, and…”
“Of course they would. Do you think I’m not angry? You would have worried me half to death if I wasn’t already dead, Bit. Wesley’s calling now for someone to bring you home. I’m not calling the shots, but if I were you I wouldn’t expect to be allowed out again for a while.”, I replied, hoping she could see my concern for her safety over my clear disappointment in her dangerous choice. Reckless behavior like this must be dealt with, but it wasn’t my place anymore to analyze that. Making sure she was safe, now, that wasn’t something I’d ever let go of.
Wes stood behind me and snaked his arms across my chest as we watched the taillights disappear, taking Dawn home to what was now her family. The sheer terror I’d been feeling for the past 12 hours was evident, clearly, and even knowing that Dawnie was now safe didn’t do much to break the tension that was still curled around every part of me.
We hadn’t been together (you know, together) all that long but Wesley was incredibly insightful. There wasn’t much that could free me from this particular kind of headspace, but he knew what could.
“Darling. She’s safe now, it’s all right.” He kissed along the side of my face, across my jaw, onto my neck, gently moving his hands over my torso in a manner that was designed to calm me down.
Surely he knew it wouldn’t work, but it was nice for him to try.
Scanning the immediate area, there wasn’t much to see except for litter, half-eaten and discarded fair food, and the remnants of little shacks that didn’t make it to the next show. The moment Wesley saw it, though, I knew.
Just a couple of beams, no thicker than three or four inches, standing bare and nailed together with one perpendicular to the other, like a cross. Not like the one we had at his place, with built-in restraint hooks and smooth leather covering. Just bare wood. Silently, he took my hand and guided me to the spot.
“Spike. You need it?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer at first, but I figured I might as well just tell the truth instead of waiting until he pulled it out of me.
“Yeah”, I responded quietly, not looking at him.
“All right, love. Give me your shirt.”
Without hesitation, I pulled my t-shirt off and watched as he tore it into strips. Holding the pieces in one hand, he used the other to remove his leather belt. I stood and stared at what he was doing, in awe of how he knew instinctively what kind of activity would drain the tension and stress from my body and mind.
He handed me the strips of cloth, and the belt, then removed his own shirt, discarding it on the ground without a thought as he turned around and placed his hands near the edges of the horizontal wooden beam.
I was right behind him immediately, using the cloth to bind his wrists to the wood, and then to wrap what was left around his ankles, attaching them to the vertical beam. He never moved, never hesitated. Hell, I didn’t even sense any apprehension or fear coming from him.
“You sure?” I asked.
“Of course I am”, he replied, and smiled at me affectionately. Smiled, like he was happy for this, and maybe he was. Maybe, I thought, he loved me that much, enough to welcome something like this.
I heard the sharp intake of his breath as I landed the first stripe across his back, but he didn’t cry out. There were at least a dozen angry red marks across his skin before he even started to struggle against the bindings at his wrists. But with each blow, I could feel everything draining out of me – the fear, the guilt, the anger – all of it. By the time Wesley could no longer contain himself and let the first genuine cry escape his lips, my emotional state had settled back to something resembling normalcy. I let the leather drop to the ground and moved to kiss all along the welts I’d left on my lover’s back, licking away at the tiny places where the skin had split and there were a few drops of his sweet precious blood.
Before I removed the bindings, I moved to the other side of makeshift cross and looked into his eyes, so beautiful and glassy with unshed tears. “I don’t know how to thank you, love. You’re everything, you know that?”
“You’ll think of a way to thank me, Spike, but you know you don’t have to. Giving each other what we need…that’s just what we do. You know that. Let’s go home, all right?”
Characters: Dawn, Wesley/Spike
Rating: R
A/N: For this month's Nekid Numbers in
nekid_spike, for which I was assigned the following: Dawn or Wesley, Cross, Ghost Train, Bondage. I think I managed to incorporate everything :) Ghost train? Honestly? This wasn’t our type of gig, but then, we weren’t exactly there on official business. I had gotten a call from Red telling me that Bit hadn’t come home the night before. She’d gone out with some girlfriends for some spooky Halloween event and never returned. The girl was no saint, but staying out all night without calling anyone was out of character, and apparently her friends thought she’d gone home without them, so something was definitely wrong.
I called on Wesley’s expertise in research and we figured out (all right, fine, he figured out) within a few hours that there was indeed something amiss outside of Sunnydale. Apparently, a traveling amusement park was being inhabited by a phantom ride, like an indoor rollercoaster that didn’t really exist. While the other girls were getting cotton candy, brave little Dawnie climbed in and didn’t come back out. What bothered me the most was that there’s no way she wouldn’t have recognized something supernatural like that, she had enough experience to know what was real and what wasn’t, so why she’d go in there was a complete mystery.
I called Willow to let her know Wes and I were on our way (by now, everyone saw the two of us as a package deal so no explanation was warranted) and that we’d let her know what we could find.
The trip up the freeway was excruciatingly silent, just the occasional comforting touch from Wesley as he tried to calm me down. There was no way to express my concern for the Bit without losing control, so I stayed quiet in an attempt to keep from losing my mind with worry.
We got lucky, though. By the time we arrived, the carnival had moved on and it was fairly simple to find Dawn, huddled in the corner of a half-broken-down pretzel stand. When she saw me, she got up at launched herself into my arms, and I held her, of course, wiped the tears from her face and tried to console the girl the best I could. But I’d never been one to bail on a job, even after I had been released from responsibility, so I had no other choice. I had to ask her.
“All right, Bit, it’s all right, you’re going home now, you’re safe. Wes and I came to find you. You have to tell me what the bloody hell you were thinking, though. You knew it wasn’t real, didn’t you?”
Her lip poked out and her eyes teared up again, but she knew that would get her nowhere with me. Wesley was already walking away, calling to let the gang in Sunnydale know we’d found Dawn.
“I just wanted to see. No one ever lets me do anything, but I know more than people think I do, I’m not a little kid, Spike!”, she pouted, looking exactly like a little kid. “Then all of a sudden, everything was gone, it was just this dark space and I couldn’t find my way out. Everything sounded so far away and I got so tired from walking, I must have fallen asleep when I sat down. When I woke up, there was no one here, and I couldn’t find my phone, and I couldn’t remember how to get home, and I knew everyone would be angry, and…”
“Of course they would. Do you think I’m not angry? You would have worried me half to death if I wasn’t already dead, Bit. Wesley’s calling now for someone to bring you home. I’m not calling the shots, but if I were you I wouldn’t expect to be allowed out again for a while.”, I replied, hoping she could see my concern for her safety over my clear disappointment in her dangerous choice. Reckless behavior like this must be dealt with, but it wasn’t my place anymore to analyze that. Making sure she was safe, now, that wasn’t something I’d ever let go of.
Wes stood behind me and snaked his arms across my chest as we watched the taillights disappear, taking Dawn home to what was now her family. The sheer terror I’d been feeling for the past 12 hours was evident, clearly, and even knowing that Dawnie was now safe didn’t do much to break the tension that was still curled around every part of me.
We hadn’t been together (you know, together) all that long but Wesley was incredibly insightful. There wasn’t much that could free me from this particular kind of headspace, but he knew what could.
“Darling. She’s safe now, it’s all right.” He kissed along the side of my face, across my jaw, onto my neck, gently moving his hands over my torso in a manner that was designed to calm me down.
Surely he knew it wouldn’t work, but it was nice for him to try.
Scanning the immediate area, there wasn’t much to see except for litter, half-eaten and discarded fair food, and the remnants of little shacks that didn’t make it to the next show. The moment Wesley saw it, though, I knew.
Just a couple of beams, no thicker than three or four inches, standing bare and nailed together with one perpendicular to the other, like a cross. Not like the one we had at his place, with built-in restraint hooks and smooth leather covering. Just bare wood. Silently, he took my hand and guided me to the spot.
“Spike. You need it?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer at first, but I figured I might as well just tell the truth instead of waiting until he pulled it out of me.
“Yeah”, I responded quietly, not looking at him.
“All right, love. Give me your shirt.”
Without hesitation, I pulled my t-shirt off and watched as he tore it into strips. Holding the pieces in one hand, he used the other to remove his leather belt. I stood and stared at what he was doing, in awe of how he knew instinctively what kind of activity would drain the tension and stress from my body and mind.
He handed me the strips of cloth, and the belt, then removed his own shirt, discarding it on the ground without a thought as he turned around and placed his hands near the edges of the horizontal wooden beam.
I was right behind him immediately, using the cloth to bind his wrists to the wood, and then to wrap what was left around his ankles, attaching them to the vertical beam. He never moved, never hesitated. Hell, I didn’t even sense any apprehension or fear coming from him.
“You sure?” I asked.
“Of course I am”, he replied, and smiled at me affectionately. Smiled, like he was happy for this, and maybe he was. Maybe, I thought, he loved me that much, enough to welcome something like this.
I heard the sharp intake of his breath as I landed the first stripe across his back, but he didn’t cry out. There were at least a dozen angry red marks across his skin before he even started to struggle against the bindings at his wrists. But with each blow, I could feel everything draining out of me – the fear, the guilt, the anger – all of it. By the time Wesley could no longer contain himself and let the first genuine cry escape his lips, my emotional state had settled back to something resembling normalcy. I let the leather drop to the ground and moved to kiss all along the welts I’d left on my lover’s back, licking away at the tiny places where the skin had split and there were a few drops of his sweet precious blood.
Before I removed the bindings, I moved to the other side of makeshift cross and looked into his eyes, so beautiful and glassy with unshed tears. “I don’t know how to thank you, love. You’re everything, you know that?”
“You’ll think of a way to thank me, Spike, but you know you don’t have to. Giving each other what we need…that’s just what we do. You know that. Let’s go home, all right?”
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