There may or may not be more to this. It was something that was distracting me from my Nanowrimo Novel so I had to write it to get it out of my head.

"It's not about you," He said sounding like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. The tightly gripped knife steadily tearing jagged lines into the other man's back. "Never was really. It's always been about her. You're everything she wants." He smiled then said off handed "last time we did this you had something I wanted. I got impatient, think that will happen this time? How long do you think it'll take to break you? A week? A month? How long did it take in hell before you snapped?" No answer was forth coming though it wasn't clear if that was because he didn't know the answer or couldn't say it around the gag in his mouth. "You will though, you'll want me like Dru wants you." He smirked "more I'll wager." He put the knife down for a minute and surveyed the cuts he'd made. "What will she say when she sees you begging for me? Who do ya think she'll want to kill more?" He moved to rest his forehead on the other man's wide chest. A low growl earned the captive a slap. "No, no peaches. Mustn't bite the hand that feeds you." He laughed at his own joke. His pink tongue darted out to lick one of the cuts he'd made across that perfect chest. It almost seemed a shame to mar it. Almost. The chains rattled but they held he knew they would. Top of the line this time. Too many people had gotten out of his chains for him to get anything less.

"I love her, you know. More than I ever loved anyone in my un-life. More than Dru, More than..Dru. But no, all she ever wanted was you. Well I'll make sure she get's you. Not saying you'll be worth having once she does." His captive made a strangled noise that almost sounded like speech. "Oh, now you have something to say peaches, well let's here it. Dazzle me with your brilliance oh ye 'f the forehead." He pulled the gag out of his mouth.

"Spike, have you completely lost your mind?"

"Well, yeah, where've you been all night? Oh that's right, chained to a wall." He moved around him surveying the damage he'd already done, contemplating the damage he was still going to do. "Unlike some, I don't like hearing people screaming." He shoved the gag back in his mouth. "Let's get this show on the road." He put another cut onto his masterpiece. Blood dripped onto the floor. Bare feet soaked in the dark red fluid. One more sweep of the knife, a pained moan from Angel, a thin trail of smoke rose off his back, and Spike's name was emblazoned on the other mans back. He put down the knife and took off the leather glove he'd been holding it with. "Hopefully it'll scar the first time. I don't really feel like having to redo this every day." He reached into his duster for a pack of cigarettes and came up empty. "Damn it. I'll be back later." He patted his cheek "Stay here, think about me while I'm gone." Spike walked out slamming the door behind him. The sound of the door locking was the last thing Angel heard before letting the dark take over he slipped into the blissful silence of unconsciousness.