SERIES : CRUSH
PAIRING THIS PART: Spike/Dru,
Darla/Angel
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, MURDER
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Chapter 13 : the Hunt
“You don’t have to be alone anymore,
Angel.” Darla says to him. As if that can make it all better for him. I don’t
know what will happen, but I know the look on Dru’s face right now. She’s
happy. And I wanna keep my Princess happy, even if it means keeping him around.
“I know.” He replies
before kissing Dru’s forehead.
My body is singing
such sweet songs. I’m messy and sticky and singing. “Can you hear it?” I ask.
“Hear what, Dru?”
I look up at my
Angel and say, “My body! It’s singing, such sweet songs.”
He smiles at me and
I can still feel him on my insides. Only his snake is less angry right now. I
hope he’s not dead.
I watch as Angel
gently moves Drusilla off of him and starts getting dressed. We all follow suit
because we don’t know what else to do. I grab my red dress and pull it back on
for the second time tonight.
I turn around and
everyone is all dressed. “Good. Let’s go. I’m hungry.” For some reason, that
statement makes them all look at me. I watch the fear and unease turn into lust.
I think they all wanna jump my bones. I have to admit the feeling is mutual,
but not as strong as the burn. I pull Darla towards the door and Dru pulls
Spike in turn.
It’s time to do
something we haven’t done together in over a century.
We’re going hunting.
We all follow him
through the streets and alleys. I’m not sure what exactly he’s looking for, or
why. Spike, Dru and I hang back because this is his show. I once told him that
he was filthy and that I didn’t want him because of the soul. I know he didn’t
lose it, or at least I’m fairly certain of that, though the reason why escapes
me.
We turn down one
alley and hear screaming. He heads in that direction and as we get closer, the
scent of fear grows stronger. Angel walks a little faster and when we reach the
end of the alley, we find two men who are obviously raping some young thing.
It’s intoxicating: the smell of fear, cum and virgin’s blood. Angel glances
back at us and shifts. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my boy. He’s as
beautiful as he ever was. And then he just freezes, as the girl’s screams echo
in the background.
Evil. It’s evil. I
kill evil. I must kill evil. If I get rid of all the evil, then I’ll be free.
I look at my darling
and he’s just looking back at me. I know what he’s thinking: he needs to know
we’re here for him. I know how much he cares, or cared. I’m not sure which. I
shift as well and walk towards him. I press my body against his and can feel
the effects of the heavy air. He doesn’t want to react to the smell of fresh
blood. It’s been so long since he’s *let* himself react this way.
I caress his cheek
and whisper, “Don’t be afraid, My Love.” I kiss his lips tenderly before
walking by him.
Darla approaches the first man, who is
watching his friend. She grabs him and snaps his neck. Drusilla is right behind
her suddenly and catches him. “William, My Sweet.” She whispers. “Come drink
red wine with me.”
Her fingers beckon me and I walk over,
with my fangs elongated. Dru holds the man in front of her and I stand in front
of them both. She sinks her teeth into his neck and I rip into his jugular.
FUCK! I growl, and I hear her growling also. I wrap my arms around my Goddess
and our meal as we feast. It’s been so incredibly long since I’ve been hunting,
truly hunting with my family. This is just so incredible that my cock is rock
hard in less time than it takes to kill the bloke.
I grab Dru’s hips and pull them towards
me, effectively pinning the guy between as we drain him dry. Oh bloody hell!
The available blood lessens and we drop him. “Come here, Luv.” I grab her and
she steps right on top of him as I pull her towards me. Our lips meet in a
passionate, bloody frenzy. Fangs cut lips and I can feel her hands under my
shirt. She scrapes the skin on my back with her nails and pulls me closer
still.
“Spike!” She whimpers. Good thing she’s
into wearing shorter skirts these days. I slide my hand under it, and between
her legs. She’s drenched and still covered with his come from earlier. I thrust
my fingers inside her and she growls and clutches me, as she cannot stand. I
start fingering her and she rocks on my hand. “Please… Spikey, make the spider
crawl inside.”
I can’t help but laugh. I’d forgotten that
she doesn’t really know what’s happening to her most of the time. She doesn’t
know what I’m doing or why I’m doing it, she just knows that it feels good. I
love the simplicity of that. I love the simplicity of Drusilla. She’s so
beautiful, yet she doesn’t know it. She sees things for what they are and she
doesn’t try to hide anything. If she’s sad, she cries; if she’s happy, she
laughs; if she’s horny, she’ll take you down in the middle of the street. She
did to me, at least.
She bites my neck and I hold her up with
one arm wrapped around her. I rub her clit with my thumb and within seconds of
scraping my nail over it, she’s screaming and coming all over my hand. And it’s
bloody wonderful.
I watch Angel as he
watches Spike and Drusilla drain the bastard. And I grow wet watching him get
her off, and smelling her in the air. And as Spike and Dru lick his fingers
clean, I turn back to the man that I’m holding by the neck. The girl has long
since run, though I’m not sure when. I know I pulled him off of her, and after
that, I was too busy watching Angel.
The rapist is trying
to get away, trying to claw my fingers away from his neck. He has no idea of
the power that’s in them though. I can smell Angel’s arousal as well, though
he’s trying to hard to fight it. He’s trying to hold onto something inside him
that’s telling him how wrong this is. He’s trying to punish himself for what
he’s feeling and for wanting us the way he does.
I snap the man’s
neck and he lands on the ground. I’ll be back for him in a minute. I walk
behind Angel and slide my hands around his waist to cup his erection. “Don’t
fight it, Love.” I whisper. He turns around and looks at me, eyes golden. I
bite his lip and draw blood. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.” I tell him.
“I don’t wanna be.
It’s so cold.”
“You don’t have to
be. We’re with you now.” He nods and pulls me close. Our lip meet and his
earlier, tender kiss has turned possessive. I remember he used to kiss me like
this.
I pull away and grab
the man’s limp body. Angel gnashes his teeth and growls. He follows me over
buries his fangs in the man’s neck. He drinks mouthfuls of the blood and growls
all the while. I just watch him growing ever more aroused at the sight of my
boy feeding, doing what he was meant to do, what I *created* him to do.
Warmth. The warmth that
comes with knowing that there is one less evil thing in the world. I’ve done
what I was meant to do. I’ve stopped evil.
I let the body go and it falls. I turn
back to Darla and offer her my hand. She takes it, squeezes it lightly and I
smile. It feels good. It’s been so long since I’ve had anything to smile about.
Chapter 14 : Questions
It’s bloody amazing
is what it is, all right. We walked around killing rapists and murderers all
night long. By the end of the night, I had a belly full of warm human blood and
one horny, dark-haired vampiress feelin’ me up. I can’t help but think that
perhaps tomorrow he’ll wake up and realize that he’s done with us. He’s bound
to realize that he’s wrong and that this whole night violated his poofy-code.
I saw that same fear
in Darla’s eyes, and I can feel it in Dru’s hands as she unzips my jeans. Darla
and Angel went into his room and Dru and I went up a couple of floors and
picked this one. “Daddy’s all gone.” She whispers.
“Yes.” I lift her
chin with my index finger and say, “But he’s not gonna hurt you like before. I
won’t let him this time. I promise, not this time.” She nods in understanding.
My Spike. My pale
white knight. Mummy used to tell me about a knight that saves princesses from
bad witches. But I don’t think Angelus does magic; neither does Spike own a
horse. I don’t think Angelus does magic. Spike doesn’t own a horse, either; I
don’t even think he can ride one. But I can ride him like one. That’s what he
says some times when his snake is up inside. He shouts, ‘ride me, Baby.’ But
I’ve never seen such a pale horse. Maybe he’s just as confused as I am
sometimes.
She crawls up my
body, after unzipping my jeans, and pushes me back onto the bed. I kick off my
boots and wrap my arms around my precious. I’ll give my life to protect her.
I’m not gonna let him push me around, but I believe it will be different this
time. Darla makes the difference. She really does. She keeps him sane. Although
I’m not quite sure how sane he really is right now. And he didn’t seem
interested in being the alpha, which works out because I really am *not*
interested in kowtowing to him.
*~*~*~*~*
“You should go to
him.” He tells me.
“Why?” I ask. We
just made love again, real *love*. These past few days have been the first times
he ever made human love to me. The soul is there, I can feel it, smell it on
his skin, but it doesn’t burn my nose like it used to. And I realize that we
only killed evildoers tonight, but that’s okay for now. Dru and I can go
hunting tomorrow on our own.
Making love with
Angel was amazing. I never knew he could. We always made demon love, affection
yes, but blood and lust was more prevalent. I always knew he had affection for
me. He adored me as his sire. He is all I ever wanted, in Sunnydale, in LA, it
doesn’t matter. After he left, there was always this emptiness inside me. I
*needed* him. I *wanted* him. And I finally have him.
Tonight was different. We connected
completely, in a way we never had before.
This is why I don’t
understand why he is telling me to leave.
“Because you have
to.”
“No I don’t. Why do
you think I do?” She lifts her head from my chest and looks at me. She’s hurt
as she sits up on my stomach. “Have you decided you’re too good for me now? You
can’t lower yourself to be with me? Because I know what I felt, Angel. I felt
you here with me tonight. I felt *love* in your hands, and your lips. Don’t
tell me I made that up.”
And I can hear all
the times I hurt her. I know where she’s getting this from. I told her she didn’t
make me happy. I told her she was nothing but a whore who I’d fucked. I told
her I could never love her because demons don’t love. She said there was a time
when I would have said she was the ‘definition of bliss.’ And she was right. I
had to make myself believe she wasn’t. But she was. And now I can see all those
moments running through her head.
“I *didn’t* make
tonight up in my head, Angelus.” The name stings. I’m not him, but I’m not
Angel either. I do know that I want to be here for her thought, so I suppose
I’ll be whoever she wants me to be. “You made love to me.” She grabs my hand
and places it over her sex. “Feel this?” She’s sticky and moist. “This is *us*.
You and me. There’s no blood, it’s not what we had. It’s love. It’s caring.
It’s you making me come until I can’t see straight. I didn’t make this up. You
care about me s-”
I grab her face and
pull her down to my lips. I flip us over and slide into her again because
touching her like that made me want her again. I pull away from the kiss and
look into her eyes. “I don’t care about you.”
His words sting. “I
love you, Darla.” I can feel the tears well up in my eyes. “I always did, I
just couldn’t admit it.”
“Then wh-” he
silences me with another kiss, as he starts stroking my insides once again.
*~*~*~*~*
“Spike?” She asks as
her nails walk up my chest.
“Yes, Ducks?”
“Tell me why you
make me tingle.”
“What?” She’s never
asked anything like that before. Most of the time she’s like a child. I’ve
grown accustom to pulling what she says apart. But she has been overly childish
lately. She used to swing between her little spells of insane mumbling and
reality, but I’ve been with her now for a few days and she’s been nothing but
insane. I wonder why that is.
“Why do you make me
tingle?”
“Cause I love you,
Baby. You know that.”
“NO.” She whines
like a four year old. “How?”
I slide my hands up
her body and cup her full breasts. “Like this, Luv.” I sit up and take a nipple
into my mouth.
“No.” She says
again. She pushes me down this time and stands up. “HOW? How do you make my
body sing?”
“Chemicals, Dru.
Things in your body that turn on when someone touches you a certain way.”
“I don’t
understand.” She says.
“Don’t worry about
it. Come back over here.” I pat my stomach, begging her to come back. My cock
has been hard since our encounter with the twin rapists in the alley.
“No.” She says and
sinks to the floor crying.
“What is it, Luv?” I
rush to her side and cradle her in my arms.
“I can’t understand.
Mouths move but little lips don’t speak.”
“What?” Now *I*
don’t understand.
She’s crying and
looks up at me. Her eyes are sad. “Why don’t I understand, Spike? How come the
world is so cloudy all the time?” I kiss her forehead and pull her into my lap.
~El Fin~
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