SERIES : CRUSH
PAIRING THIS PART: Angel/Spike
kissage, Spike/Darla, Angel/Dru
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : Buffy season 5
episode “Crush” and Angel/Buffy season 2/5.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters. Nor do I own “Physical” (Nine Inch Nails).
NOTES & WARNINGS : bloodplay
and craziness
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Chapter 11 : Revelations
We’ve all got the
burn and I’m tired of ignoring it. I walk to the edge of the building and jump
off. It’s a lot quicker to jump than to go down five flights of stairs. I open
the door and walk in on Drusilla clutching Darla desperately, crying. They all
turn to me; Spike moves to stand between myself and the girls.
He wastes no time in
flashing me fang. I walk over to him and he growls softly, getting ready to
fight. But instead of fighting, he finds my lips on his because my hands have
cupped his face and pulled his lips to mine. I haven’t kissed my boy in so
long, it takes us a second to learn each other again. Once we do, there’s
nipping and sucking, blood and tongues.
FUCK! My fucking
sire is *kissing* me. And he’s kissing me good too. It’s been so long since
I’ve felt his body next to mine like this. I grab the lapels of his jacket and
pull his body closer. I wanna crawl inside him and never let go because it
feels *so* good.
“Drusilla, look.”
Grandmum whispers in my ear. I laugh because her breath tickles my ear.
I turn around and look
where she’s pointing. Angel is kissing my William.
Her grin spreads a
mile wide as she sees them. I have to agree, it looks as though fun will be
had. Angel pulls away, leaving Spike dazed, not to mention very horny, if the
smell of the room is any indication. I watch and he winks at me before taking
Drusilla’s face in his hands.
I close my eyes as
Daddy pulls me close to him. “I’m sorry, Drusilla.” He whispers before I feel
his lips on mine. I feel his tongue open my mouth and I let him come inside. He
hasn’t been inside in so long.
I watch as he kisses
my Goddess. She’s very happy that she’s being kissed. Dru always liked being
kissed. I walk towards Darla and kiss her on the forehead before wrapping my
arm around her waist. She leans against me as Angel and Dru get reacquainted. I
still can’t get over having his taste in my mouth again. It’s incredible.
I pull away from
Drusilla and lick the burn marks left on her face. They’ve healed rather well,
but still have a way to go. Dru grabs me and pulls me to her. I hold her
tightly against my body for a few minutes and lock eyes with Darla who is
standing behind Dru.
“Daddy?” Dru asks,
as she pulls away and looks into my eyes. “It’s not the Angel beast.” She says
and puts her hand over my non-beating heart. “But it’s not Daddy either.”
She walks over to
Spike and kisses him deeply. “See? Daddy taste!” She bites his lip until he
bleeds and I walk over to Darla who is still on edge. I can feel it in the
room. Unease. Lust. And hunger. Theirs. And mine.
He slides his arms
around me and lifts me up onto the counter. Then I feel my Darling Boy’s lips
and teeth teasing my breasts through my dress. “Angelussss…” I hiss and put my
hands on the back of his head. He sucks on my breasts through the fabric and I
feel his hand slip in between my thighs to my pooling desire.
His touch, his lips,
even something as simple as a look from him could always make me wet. And that
hasn’t changed. He slowly moves his mouth up to my neck. His hands slide under
my bare bottom and pull me closer to him. He holds me tight as he latches onto
my neck and I rub my knee against his groin.
Without warning I
feel his fangs scrape across my neck before sliding into my jugular. He takes a
few mouthfuls before licking the wound closed. Then he steps back, takes my
hand, and pulls me off the counter. He leads me to the couch where he sits in
the center and looks at me.
I look up at her and
see understanding. I don’t wanna be the leader. I don’t wanna be the sire, or
the alpha. I just want to be. I watch as Spike walks up behind her and slowly
unzips her dress. It cascades down her body and falls to the floor. Then, he
presses her back against him and kisses her neck gently. His hands wrap around
her and take her breasts. He squeezes her nipples a little before backing away.
Darla and Spike walk
over to Drusilla and take her by the hands. Darla sits naked beside me and she
starts slowly unbuttoning my shirt as I watch Spike undress Drusilla. Her bare
skin is radiant, even though still has burns. I wish I could take them away. I
wish I had the power to erase the pain I caused my family. When she is naked,
she steps towards me and I shouldn’t touch her.
I shouldn’t reach
out to graze my fingers over her abdomen and up her rib cage. I shouldn’t dare
touch her breasts, or make her gasp. I shouldn’t slide one hand down to caress
the lips of her sex. I shouldn’t even be allowed to look at her infinite
beauty. I’m not worthy. I betrayed them all. I shouldn’t be able to kiss them
like I did earlier and I shouldn’t be allowed to even think about touching
them. But I do.
I take her hand and
pull her towards me. I sit up and gently lave her navel. She giggles and runs
her nails through my hair. And I shouldn’t be allowed to feel any of this.
Daddy’s mouth
tickles me. He looks so sad. His eyes look so sad. I never saw my Angel looking
so sad. I know what will make him happy. I know if he tingles, he’ll be happy.
And my William, Grandmum, and I can make him all tingly.
I watch as my
Goddess sits down on his other side. She helps Darla get his shirt off. It’s
been over a year since I last saw his massive gorgeous chest. That last time, I
watched it get run through with pokers. This time, I can touch it and kiss it.
And that’s exactly what I plan on doing.
I kick my boots off
and let my duster slide to the ground. I grab a pillow and put it on the floor.
He’s too busy with the girls to pay attention to me. They’re rubbing him and
sucking on his nipples and neck, so I take the opportunity to unzip his jeans.
I slowly pull them down and he tries to question, but Darla covers his mouth
with hers and he’s silent, save the moans of pleasure.
I shouldn’t be able
to feel *this*. I shouldn’t have Darla and Dru kissing me and licking me. I
shouldn’t feel their bare skin rubbing against my chest and arms and I
shouldn’t feel them take my hands. I shouldn’t let them cover their sexes with
my hands and I shouldn’t be sliding my fingers inside them. But I do. And it’s
heaven. It takes me back to long days of sex and blood. But it’s different this
time.
Because this time, I can love.
Chapter 12 : Tired
They’re so wet
inside, like liquid velvet, clenching my fingers tight. And “OH GOD!” I look
down and realize that Spike must have pulled my pants off, since my cock is in
his mouth. When did that happen? Quite frankly, I have no idea. I don’t care,
though, because it feels damn good.
I start fingering
both Darla and Dru. They rock against my hands and their mouths are everywhere
all at once. Gods, it’s been so long since I’ve been so wrapped up in the
moment that I can forget who I am, or what I am.
“Snakes in the
woodshed.” Drusilla whispers against my neck. “Snakes in the woodshed.”
I look down at Spike
just as he looks up. My cock slips from his mouth and suddenly both Dru and I
noctice that he still has on way too many clothes. I pull my fingers out of her
and she sits in my lap in order to undress him as he stands up.
“Dru,” I say and she
looks back at me. “Lift up a little.” I whisper and she does. I use my one hand
to guide my cock into her, while my other hand is busy inside Darla. She
impales herself on me and squeezes me tight. Turning a virgin was the best
thing I ever did.
She moves slowly, as
she can’t really concentrate on both my cock and Spike’s clothes. And that’s
fine because I’m able to give Darla little more attention. I plunge a third
finger inside her and she whimpers. I use my thumb to stimulate her clit and
her mouth attacks mine as she slams herself down onto my hand harder.
I buck my hips which
pushes me further into Dru.
I have my Daddy
inside. I have my Daddy inside. And he feels *so* good.
My fingers won’t
cooperate with all these buttons on my Spike’s shirt. “Spike!” I whine. He
helps me by pulling it off. He unzips his jeans and starts taking them off. “I
want some milk. Please, my Spike?”
I look down at her
and she’s all doe-eyed. I nod and she grabs my hips and pulls me closer. She
locks her lips around my cock and takes it deep. “Fuck, Dru!” I growl and she
just smiles and starts sucking as she rides our sire’s cock. I hold her head
and thrust into her beautiful, welcoming mouth. It’s been so long since we’ve
all been completely naked with each other. More than a hundred years and I
think we all feel the change.
Before I know it,
Darla has grabbed me and thrown me onto the couch. I guess his fingers just
weren’t cutting it. She pushes me back and straddles me. She sinks down and
takes all of my cock into her cunt. Her mouth attacks mine and cuts my lip. Our
fangs mash together and blood pours between our mouths.
“Dru, turn around.”
I do. “Now down.” I do that too. Daddy always said I was a good girl. Except
when I was bad.
“Like a horsie?” I
ask him. “Like a horsie at the circus?”
“Yes, Dru.” I nod
and start galloping. I like how Daddy’s snake feels when I gallop. I can feel
it inside me, poking me, biting and hissing.
The scent of blood
hits Dru and I at the same time and I pull her hips down harder as she rides me.
Our mouths meet with tongue and fang. I’m so close to coming. I feel her
quivering and squeezing around me and I sink my fangs into her neck. “ANGEL!”
She hisses as I drink deep of her. Blood drips down her body because I’m not
worried about being neat.
She’s letting me be
inside her and she’s drinking from me too. I lick and suck at the wounds as if
they could give me something I seek. I don’t know, maybe they can. I just don’t
know what I’m looking for.
I spill myself inside her and she continues to move until she’s realized
her ‘tingles’ have subsided. I look over at Darla and Spike; she’s resting in his arms as he rubs her
back.
I hold Dru to my
chest and she lightly kisses me.
I look over to see Drusilla
in his arms. She’s kissing him and looking at Darla and I. She’s truly happy. I
can see it. She has her family back. We all do. But we’re all wondering for how
long. Too much has happened. Can we still all be together? Is that even
possible? I know Darla is worried about the same thing.
“Angel?” I ask. I
have to know how long this will last. I need to know if he’s trying to figure
the best route to his stake collection. I will not let him kill me again. And I
won’t let him kill his childer either. I won’t let him ruin what we have in
this room. With or without him, Drusilla and Spike and I are a family.
He looks over at me
and as if on cue, he and Spike both move closer to each other. Dru reaches out
and rests her hand on my back and I put my hand on Angel’s thigh. We’re
connected. We’re family.
“Angel, what’s going
on here?” I ask. I’ll be brave. I *have* to be. He doesn’t respond. He just
turns away from all of us, and we don’t know what to do so we stay like statues
exactly where we are. I don’t think any of us are ready to walk away from this.
From him. I know *I’m* not.
So many questions
that I can’t answer. How can I tell her, when I can’t tell myself? How can I
tell her that I don’t deserve them? How can I apologize for a hundred years of
pain? Or for abadoning them? Or for sending her to Hell? Or for setting her and
Dru on fire?
How can I make up
for the things I’ve done to them? Maybe that’s what I’m seeking. Forgiveness. I
*need* their forgiveness. I need to know they forgive me all the terrible
things I did to them. I need them to know that I’m sorry.
“I guess I just got
tired of being alone.” That’s the only answer I can give. I’m tired of doing
what’s right. I’m tired of fighting battles I can’t win. I’m tired of hurting
my family. My blood screams at me when I think about how much I hurt them. My
own blood betrays me. And I’m tired of the internal screaming match. “I’m just
tired.” Of all the lies. Of the betrayal. Of the hatred that I found in my own
childe’s eyes. I wanna see something else in Spike’s eyes besides contempt.
I miss the light in
Dru’s eyes when I would walk into a room. I miss the giggles and her visions. I
miss the way Darla says my name when she comes. I miss the long days of feeling
Spike around me. I miss the feeling of belonging. I miss the clarity.
I turn and look at
them and I just know.
They forgive me.
~El Fin~
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