SERIES : CRUSH
PAIRING : Spike/Dru (for now)
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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“You can’t just shut me ou-” And
she just looks at me as she closes the door. Well, bloody hell. I turn around
after a minute of longing on her porch. I guess it’s cool since it kinda proves
I still scare her, especially with what little sister said to me the other day.
I’d love to say I’m upset by the
fact that Harm won’t be waiting for me at home, but that’d be a lie. I was sick
of her. Not nearly as pretty, and much more annoying than anyone I’d wanna be
with long-term. So it’s lonelyville for Spike. For a while anyway, I got plans
soon. Big plans.
I open the door to the crypt.
I’m whipped and sunrise’ll be in an hour. I strip off my jacket and black
T-shirt, nice to be in *my* clothes again. I head downstairs, where my bed is.
I pass my ‘shrine to the Slayer’ on the way. Bitch took her sweater back. Damn,
I was planning on burning that. Fuck her, and her little Scoobies.
And what’s the big deal anyway?
So I had some pictures, it’s called research! She bloody well does it every
time they have a new demon to fight! I don’t walk into a fight with a slayer
blind. And come the day that I finally do break her fuckin’ little
condescending neck, I’ll know more about her than she does. *That’s* how I’ll
get close enough to do it.
“Sweet, wicked, William.” My
William is home. “Did she fall? Did she splatter messies?”
Drusilla. My Dark Goddess. My
bloody Messiah. “Thought you were goin’ back to LA tonight, Luv.” She’s laying
there on my bed, naked. In her arms, she holds a doll, who has obviously been
naughty.
“Did she play? Will we have fun?”
She coos, as she licks a finger before drawing circles around her nipples. I
unbutton my jeans and kick off my boots.
“She played.”
“And now, so can we.” She says.
“Right you are, my Pet.” I say
as I crawl up the bed. It’s already been far too long since the last time I was
buried inside my Goddess, three hours ago. The taste of human blood is still in
my mouth and I can’t believe I never thought of that before. I could’ve had
Harm killing for me all this time.
“My William… come inside…” I whisper.
His body is on top of mine but he won’t come inside and play with me. I want
him to come inside and make me tingle. My Spike always makes me sing inside.
“It burns, Luv,” I say before grabbing his glorious snake. I wish it were a
cobra, he could slither inside and bite me, fill me with his venom.
“Sss…” she hisses. It’s time.
She grabs my cock and strokes it before trying to push me inside.
“Okay, Luv,” I whisper and she
starts to giggle.
“Slither up inside, Spike.” She
moans as I slowly push inside her. I hear her hissing in my ear, “Spikey…” she
groans as she arches her back and sucks me in deeper.
His mouth is on mine and he
tastes like blood and William. I need him so I grab his hips and pull him
towards me.
My body goes stiff as she digs
her nails into my hips. I slam inside her and she screams in pleasure. That’s
right my love, scream for me, beg for me, and squeeze me tight. Her cunt
encases my cock so well, like we were made to be together. My entire life was
for *this* Black Goddess in front of me. There’s no other reason for me.
“William, please…” She whimpers
and I’d love to spend the entire night making mad, passionate love to her; but
we’ve got things to do before she leaves. I start slamming into her and she
claws at my back. Her nails were always so sharp. My Goddess always liked a
little blood. Hell, she kept the damn things so bloody sharp for that very
reason.
“YES!” I scream at him. I want
him inside. Always inside, he was, even when I was out.
Before I know it, my William is
biting me and I scream. My body tingles again, once more. Grandmum can’t
satisfy me enough, only William, my sweet, wicked William. “Take me to the
stars, William! Make them SING!” I scream out before I bite him.
She is one of the craziest and
most bloody seductive people I’ll ever know. I don’t why she screams what she
does, and I don’t bloody care because I’m spilling myself inside her. She
hisses again, why I’m not sure. She squeezes me, practically rips my bloody
cock right off, she does. I growl savagely as I feel her release around me.
Fuck, it’s been too long since we’ve been with each other like this.
She’s shaking and crying as I
pull out and lay down next to her. I pull her close and she sucks alternately
on my nipples as she plays with my cock. “I thought you were leaving tonight,
Luv.”
“You make me all tingly inside.”
She grabs my hand and uses it to cover her cunt. “I’m such a mess. Feel?” She
pushes my fingers inside her.
“Yes, Luv, I feel.” I kiss her
forehead as I wiggle my fingers inside her. She laughs. “When are you leaving?”
“After the sun jumps over the
moon. Spike?”
“Yes?”
“I’m hungry.”
“I have blood in the fridge.”
“Silly Boy.” She scolds me and
stands up. Her body is like a dream and I never wanna wake up. She’s just… she’s
physical. The way she moves, her body language, the way she wags her fingers at
me, the way she stands there looking at me, she’s just too physical. “Not a
puppy anymore.” She says. “You’re a bad dog.”
My Spike doesn’t understand. He
drinks from bags. That’s not the way it should be. “I’ll throw you a bone.” I
whisper. Now where is that ringer?
What the hell is she looking
for? She’s tossing her clothes about the room. “What do you need, Luv?” I ask.
“The ringer. Where did I put the
ringer?”
“The ringer?” What the hell is a
ringer?
Suddenly she screams like a
child in a candy store and sits back down on the bed. I sit up and push her
hair aside so I can kiss her neck and shoulders. She’s so sweet on the tongue.
One of her arms wraps around my neck and holds my head close to her. I kneel
behind her and slide my arms around her waist. She leans against me and rocks
softly, effectively rubbing my cock against her back.
A CELLPHONE! She pushes a button
and I listen. “I need a pizza.” She says and waits. “Yes, I want a pizza.
Grovedale Cemetery.” And I listen as she gives them directions to my crypt.
Only Drusilla would order a pizza and ask for it be delivered to a crypt.
She sets the phone down and rubs
back against me harder. “Twenty minutes.” She whispers.
“What’ll we do until then?”
She turns around and looks at me
innocently, “Can I have milk?” She asks.
I smile. “Yes.”
YEA! I clap my hands. I love
when Spike lets me have milk. I push him back onto the bed and grab his snake.
It’s limpy. Spike never plays when he’s limpy.
She looks up at me
disappointedly and starts to cry. “It’s okay, Luv.”
“No, he’s dead.” She snaps.
“He’s not dead, Luv. Ya just
have to play with him.”
She nods and grabs my semi-hard
cock and gives it a tug. “Wake up.” She orders. She starts stroking me; and
within no time, she’s happy as a clam because I’m completely hard. She wastes
no time in sucking it down her throat. She sucks violently and her nails
scratch up my thighs and the sides of my cock as her mouth slides up.
Suddenly, she slides a finger
into my arse and cuts me a little. That does it. I scream and explode into her
mouth.
I *love* Spike’s milk. He says
it’s not milk, but it’s white like milk.
She drinks me down and licks her
lips after my cock falls from her mouth. “Mooo…” she says.
Suddenly, we
hear the door upstairs open. “Hello?” Someone says. “Pizza delivery.” She
giggles and climbs up to the hole in the floor.
She stands in the hole
completely nude. “Come in.” She says and the pizza guy probably just sees a
beautiful, naked woman. She leads him down into our bedroom. He has no idea how
deadly and vicious my princess really is. But I do. She grabs the pizza and
throws it to the floor.
“HEY!” He says, but she puts her
finger to his mouth.
“Shh… naughty boy. No screaming.
Don’t want to disturb our guests. They’re all sleeping quite nicely.” She grabs
the guy’s jacket and leads him towards our bed.
“What is this?” He asks.
I look at him. “ Probably your
last few minutes.” I shrug. As soon as the words leave my mouth the room fills
with fear. He’s drenched in it. It’s been so bloody long. He’s shaking as she
turns to me.
“Shh, Bad Dog.” She scolds me.
She turns back to the guy. “Tin soldiers put knick knacks in my William’s
brain. Now he’s hungry. Will you feed my William?” She asks.
“I brought the pizza.” He
explains. She shakes her head and winks at me. I watch, entranced as she waves
her two fingers in front of his eyes, bloody magic that little trick is. He’s hushed
as she presses herself against him and pulls his shirt away from his neck. The
guy groans as her fangs rip into his jugular. Blood spurts all over her.
His heart slows quite a bit and
she throws him towards me. “Drink.” She says.
“Dru, I can’t.” He’s still
alive.
“Try.”
“I’ve tried, Dru.” I snap. She
starts to whimper. “Baby,” I stand up and try to console her.
“I’m trying to help.” She says.
“I know. I’m sorry, Baby. It’s
just… I’ve tried everything, Luv.” I pull her close and start to lick the blood
off her breasts. “I’m sorry I can’t be what you want, Luv.”
She grabs my face and looks at
me. “You’re *all* I want, William.” She says.
I grab the man and snap him like
a twig. “Drink.” I tell my Spike and he does this time.
*****
“So, I’ll see you soon, then?” I
ask her.
“Yes.” She pulls me closer and
kisses me. “And stay away from that nasty Slayer, else I shall be very cross
with you.”
“I will.” I tell her. She smiles
and kisses me once more before boarding the train. I sit on the bench and watch
all the passengers board. Funny, they won’t ever actually make it to LA, my
dark Goddess will kill them all before they’re halfway there.
Pity.
It’s only been five hours since
I touched her and I’m already going mad with desire for her. I don’t know how
I’m going to stay here without her now. To know that I have her, but I can’t
have her is driving me crazier than she is. How am I going to keep this up? I
miss her eyes, her hands, her mouth, her words, her thighs, her cunt… I could
go on for hours. But it wouldn’t do any good. Without my Drusilla beside me,
I’m empty. A shell of a vampire.
But she had to go back to LA
because her daughter needs her. They want Angelus back. I don’t know how I feel
about that. I know it doesn’t sound like the best plan in the world, but they
think they’re already way too close to back out now. I know the last time
Angelus basically ruined my life. He’s the reason Drusilla and I broke up to
begin with. She didn’t like that I’d gone behind her back. But he was
destroying everything we’d built over a hundred years. I couldn’t let that go
down the drain, could I? I don’t think so.
Things, however, have the
potential to be different this time around. One word makes the difference. One
word makes me believe that things can be good this time. One word makes me
wanna be in LA with Dru.
Darla.
That’s the only reason why I’m
even considering a move. Things were perfect before the curse. Angelus and
Darla, Dru and I. Yes, we’d mingle. Yes he fucked Dru on a pretty regular
basis, but he also fucked me, and Darla. It was basically a twelve-hour
foursome when the sun was up. He didn’t use Dru as a way of punishing me. He
didn’t turn her against me. It was harmonious. Darla wouldn’t let her childe spend
too much attention on Dru and I. She was a selfish bitch and I loved her for
it. That curse didn’t *just* ruin his life, it ruined mine.
I know Darla is now Dru’s
childe, and I’m not sure if she still qualifies as Angel’s sire or not, but I know
Angelus still cares for her. That’s probably why Angel hates her so much. I’m
fairly certain that if they do get Angelus back, it could be what it was. The
Magnificent Four. Blood by night. Sex by day. Traveling around, wreaking havoc
and chaos, death to whatever we touch. It could be like that again.
It could be like that again.
*****
I’m sitting in the hotel room,
exhausted after a night of silent hunting. I can’t take any chances with Angel
right now. After his immolation-o-gram, it’s too dangerous. We struck too hard,
too fast. I knew that lawyer-thing was too much for him at the time. We should
have waited a couple weeks.
Drusilla should have been back
last night, but she didn’t show. I know if she were dust, I’d feel it. She is
my sire after all. The bond between us is stronger in fact, because she already
had my blood in her when she made me. It’s a unique bond we share. And because
of that bond, I know she is well. Or, as well as an insane vampiress can really
be. She probably got hung up with William. Her William. A gift to her from
Angelus.
I remember that night. She said
she wanted a friend. Angelus had been angry with her when she started drinking
from the boy. She’d paid for it dearly. But William had potential. She woke up
a few nights ago screaming. She kept saying, “Knick knacks in his brain! Knick
knacks in his brain!” When we woke up that evening, she’d announced that she
was going to Slayer-town for her William.
I don’t know if she plans on
bringing him back, or if she just wanted to hurt him, or fuck the hell out of
him. Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind having a cock around.
*****
I sit alone in the dark.
Cordelia looked so mad. No, she hated me. Good. That’s the only way she’ll
survive this war. They can’t have anything to do with me. I can’t show
weakness, and caring for them is a weakness. Caring for anyone is a weakness.
Caring for myself is a weakness. Luckily I don’t have any weaknesses right now.
I don’t care.
*****
“Grandmum?” She opens the door
and steps inside. She looks well.
“Yes, Drusilla. How was your
trip?”
“Like flowers and honey.” I
never was able to uncode all of what she said. I have been getting better;
though I’ll be relieved when I have Angelus back, and she has William back.
“And Spike?”
“My Spike gave me milk.” She
sings as she takes her jacket off. “Honey and milk from my sweet William. The
nasty Slayer tried to spoil my fun.”
“You saw the Slayer?” I ask.
She nods her head. “She was
*very* cross with my Spike.”
“So where is he?”
She puts her arms out, like
Jesus on the cross, and falls backwards onto the bed.
“Where is he?” I ask again. I
was really looking forward to a man. Any man.
“Back in his home.”
“WHY?” I growl.
“Because we can’t let the cat out,
he’s not old enough.” She hisses before standing up. She walks over to her
dolls. “How was Miss. Edith?”
“Good.” I *really* miss Spike.
“Will he be joining us?” I ask.
She nods. “Soon. He’ll come to
visit us, and we’ll have a party.”
A party sounds good. A party
sounds *very* good.
~El Fin~
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