SERIES : CRUSH
PAIRING THIS PART: Darla/Dru, Spike/Darla,
Spike/Dru, Spike/Dru/Darla
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
3 : Traveling
“Do you hear them, Grandmum?!
They ring and sing and dance!”
“SHUT UP!” God I can’t stand
listening to her ALL the time! I look over and she looks sad now. She’s whining
about something now. “Dru…” I walk over to her and she shies away from my
touch. “Drusilla, I’m sorry.” I cup her face and turn her towards me.
“Drusilla, I’m sorry, Love. I’m just tired of being cooped up here. It’s no
fun.”
“I don’t mean to displease you.”
“I know.” I whisper. I lean down
and touch her lips with mine. I shouldn’t take out my frustrations on her. I
feel partially responsible for her. She should never have been turned, but
Angelus convinced me. So I feel I should take care of her, not only because she
is technically my sire, but also because I allowed him free reign to tear her
apart. She whimpers as I kiss her deeper. I sweep my tongue inside her mouth
and taste the tangy crimson treat she had before coming home.
I push her back on the bed,
slowly.
Grandmum makes me tingle. But
she hasn’t got a snake like Angelus and Spike. She hasn’t got a snake of venom.
But Grandmum has a spider with five legs. She lets me pretend that it crawls up
inside and makes me tingle.
I slowly disrobe her and leave
her open to my eyes. She is beautiful. I miss the way things were. I think we
all do. Even Angel. I *know* we all miss what we once had. We could have that
again. I know we could.
She reaches up and tears my
clothes. They fall to the floor and I dive between her legs.
*~*~*~*~*
I got restless, waiting for
Angel to come out of his shell, waiting for the stars to shut up. So we decided
to take a little vacation. And she’s singing. She has been for the past two
hours. She sang as she walked up and down the isles, picking the best for her
daughter. And I let her believe that, although I’m not really sure whose childe
I am anymore. My Master is dead. Good riddance. I never liked him anyway. I owe
Angelus for getting me away from the Master, if only for a hundred years.
“We’ll be there soon. My Spike
will be pleased.” She claps her hands. I hope so. Cause I really need a good
fuck. And as I recall, that’s all he was ever good for.
*~*~*~*~*
One week. It’s been one week
since I last saw Dru, or heard from her. One week of playing nice to the
slayer. One week of talkin’ to her little sister after school. Not that I mind
that. The kid’s cute and she talks tough; but inside she’s afraid and
fascinated by me. So I talk to her, no problem. I can relieve some of my
favorite past uglies and scare the piss outta the slayer’s sister.
I open the door to the crypt and
I know she’s there. “Drusilla?” I call out.
“Hello, William. Been a long
time.”
Darla steps out of the shadows.
I have to say that hot little red number looks bloody fantastic on her. She
always did have a killer body. Not as good as my Dru, but still… she’s
fuckable. “Darla.” I nod and she approaches me. We circle around, checking each
other out like we’re opponents about to fight.
He’s looking delicious as ever.
Angelus really did have good taste: in women, in clothes and in men. Both Penn
and William were terribly handsome and innocent looking. Although William
always was my favorite of the two, I shouldn’t tell *him* that.
“See, Miss. Edith, Spike and the
baby get along just fine.” Dru coos as she walks around from behind me. She
holds the doll and walks towards him. My body aches for his hard manhood. It’s
been so long. I tried with Angel for so long; but even in the dreams, he pushed
me away, never let me get too close. He was always worried about happiness. I
wonder if he worries now.
“I thought I wouldn’t see you
for a while, Luv.” He says to her. She cuts his cheek with her nail and licks
the blood away. He moans softly and his eyes fill with lust. Patience, My Love,
patience.
“Grandmum got bored.”
“Is there a place we can talk?”
I ask him. He nods. “Drusilla, dear, why don’t you be a love and go kill
someone.”
“NO!” He grabs her arm. “Can’t.
Slayer. She can’t know you’re both here. Safer that way.”
“I can take a slayer.”
“NO. She’s strong, and you’re a
fledgling.” I hate to admit it, but he’s got a point. “Dru, Luv, go downstairs
and wait for us.” He says and she climbs down a ladder or something in the
floor. “So how’d the stint in Hell work out for you?” He asks. He always was an
insolent little brat. He lights a cigarette and leans against a pillar.
“I don’t remember much. I
remember when I came back. I felt him inside me. He was happy. Happy being a
lapdog for any human who would look at him. Happy to work for someone he’s
never met, risking his life fighting fights he’d never win.”
“Good old Peaches. He’s got
issues.”
“Not for long.”
“And how do you plan on getting Angelus
back? And what makes you think you’d want him back? I was around the last time
he lost it, Luv. It wasn’t fun.”
“I know, Drusilla told me. But
things were different then.”
“HOW?”
“He thought he was human before.
He was living the life of a mortal who didn’t sunbathe. This time, he’s not.
He’s making himself dark. He’s a vampire. He’s learning to accept that. I think
we can have the old Angelus back.”
She is convincing.
“Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. What if-”
“I’ll do what’s necessary.” She
snaps. “I’ve thought about it. But it’s what we need. Otherwise why exist?” I
can tell how much she misses him. She misses him almost as much as I missed
Drusilla for the past few years. “Drusilla says you agree.”
“Sure. Why not?”
“You’d better be sure.” She
starts advancing on me. “’Cause once we start, I *will* expect full
cooperation.”
“If it helps me with the chip…
you do know about the chip, don’t you?”
“Yes. I know. Ingenious really,
but a little too high-tech for me. We’ve got people working on it.”
“People?”
“Yes. Did Dru tell you about the
lawyers?” She asks as she traps me with my back against a tomb.
“A little.” She licks me, from
my collarbone up to my earlobe.
“You’ll meet them soon enough,
but I’d rather you not meet them until you’ve got your bite back.”
“You really care?” I ask and she
rubs herself against me slowly, gently thrusting her hips into mine.
“All I want is Angelus. You can have everything else. All I want is
him.”
She wipes
imaginary hair from my forehead, and I don’t know why I’m still acting like a
meaningless fledgling. I *am* her superior after all. I grab her waist and pull
her lithe body against mine. “Sure you don’t want this?” I thrust my cock into
her covered cunt. “Us?”
She continues gyrating her hips,
as if we were naked and I were buried inside her. She kisses my neck and I’m as
good as fucked if I get involved with her again, in every sense of the word.
“There is no us, Spike. There never was.” She whispers and squeezes my cock.
“There’s only this.”
“Wrong, Pet.” If I let her one
up me now, I’ll be a rug and she’ll walk all over me. Be a man, Spike. Without
any warning I grab her hips and pull them close to mine. I spin us both around,
effectively trapping *her* against the tomb. “There’s our family. I want our
family back.” I grab the dress and rip it savagely. “You game?”
“Fuck yes.” She moans. “Fuck me,
Spike. Long and hard. Fuck me until I bleed. I haven’t had a man in so very
long.” She pulls my head to hers and her mouth is on mine.
“Downstairs.” I whisper into her
mouth.
“NO. Here.” She gets my jeans
unzipped and pushes them down around my ankles. She grabs my cock and wastes no
time in sheathing it in her tightness.
He feels so good inside me. “SPIKE!”
I scream and he starts pounding into me. Our hips smack together and his pelvis
bone grinds against my clit. I know my back is gonna be sore from leaning back
against the stone but I don’t care. I’m full of cock and that’s how it should
be.
He pounds me harder, faster. The
need for sex, the lust drives us both. Between us, it was never love. I don’t
love him and he doesn’t love me. Nothing has changed that, nothing ever will.
We came to an understanding about that a long time ago, within the first few
years of his life. This was and still is sex. It’s fucking. And that’s fine,
because it’s fun.
But Angelus sure taught him how
to fuck. “DEEPER.” I moan; and he grabs my legs and wraps them around his
waist, pushing himself deeper inside. “NOW!” I yell and his fangs pierce my
skin. He gets off on biting me, I know he does, especially since technically he
doesn’t have to ask for permission anymore.
I squirt my cum inside her and
drink her blood. I can taste Drusilla in her. She’s also warm. They must have
just fed. She jumps off me. “You ripped my dress.” She says.
“Sorry?”
“It was my only dress.”
“Then you’ll just have to walk
around naked.” I pinch her ass and she growls.
“I’m hungry. I won’t be gone
long.”
“CAREFUL!” I say.
“I will be. Got extra clothes?”
“Over there.” Harmony left some.
“You hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
“Then I’ll bring you home
something nice.”
I
can see it in his eyes. He hates charity. But soon enough he won’t have to
worry about it. For now I’ll leave him to Drusilla. And later, we’ll have some
fun before returning to claim my boy.
Grandmummy was
screaming with my William. I don’t know what happened upstairs; but my Spike
comes downstairs and he’s naked. He smells like her. He walks to me and I’m
leaking. He always makes me leak.
She’s laying on the bed naked.
She’s beautiful. She knows what happened upstairs. But it doesn’t matter
because I’m with my family now. The only thing that matters to me is my family.
My entire family, the Poof included. Darla, Dru and the Poof. And just looking
at her and thinking about my family makes me hard again.
I walk towards the bed and she
giggles. I crawl up the bed slowly and rub against her sweet skin. I can smell
her arousal. She probably started getting off by listening to Darla and I. I
know Dru doesn’t understand her body most of the time. I think it’s because she
wasn’t introduced to the pleasures of the flesh until after she was crazy. She
doesn’t understand what happens or why, she just knows what makes her feel
good.
And lucky for me, *I* make her
feel good.
“Spike.” I moan and arch up into
his body. I like his body. He’s my Spike body. Sharp like bunnies, only
quicker.
I lean down and slowly kiss her.
I brush her lips with mine and dance my tongue over them. I gently rock my hips
against her, causing my cock to rub against the lips of her cunt. She giggles.
Her hands slide over my back and
caress me. They tangle in what little hair I have as she pulls me closer to her.
“Oh Spike, it’s been forever.”
“It was just a week ago, Luv.”
“Every day is a forever.”
“I know what you mean, Ducks.”
She kisses me back. “Quack
quack.” She whispers in my ear. I kiss her back, gently, as my hand glides over
her curves.
“You’re so perfect in every way,
my sweet.”
“Like honey.” She takes my hand
and places it over her aching labia. “I’m all sticky. Why am I all sticky,
Spike? I didn’t bathe in honey.” I look into her eyes and kiss her nose. “Cute
as a button, Spike?”
“Cute as a bloody button.” I
repeat.
My Spike knows. He sings to me.
His fingers make me make music. “Make me sing.” I whisper into his ear before
biting it. He knows. He’s always known.
I kiss her deeply as I slide
achingly, slowly, into her moist, delicious cunt. She grasps me tight and sucks
me in. I love to ride her desire. She can lead me anywhere and I’ll follow. I
once was blind, but now I see. My Goddess below me, her fingers above, this was
how it was meant to be.
*~*~*~*~*
I get back to the crypt and throw
the girl downstairs. Luckily I knocked her out because screaming really would
have spoiled the moment. I walk in on Spike slowly making love to my new sire.
I watch for a few minutes as he eases inside her and then back out. She’s
moaning and singing and scratching. Dru is a scratcher. Always has been, from
the very first time I knew her intimately.
I wish Angel would take me like
that. He never did. It was about hunger and need. “Mind if I watch?” I ask.
“Grandmum!” Dru calls out. Her
hands reach out from underneath Spike. I walk over and strip off my clothes.
“Come Grandmum. My William is sweet tonight.”
“He’s always sweet with you.” I
say.
Spike looks over at me and I can
see in his eyes that he understands why I’m so empty, and why I need him so
much. “Join us.” He whispers. He flips over and Dru squeals. She likes being on
top sometimes. She continues riding him slowly, pulling him in deep. I’ve never
felt him like that, but that’s as it should be. He wasn’t my mate.
I look over at Grandmum and she
is sad. She misses the Angel beast. She loves the Angel beast. I slide off my
Spike and he moans. “Shh…” I crawl to the edge of the bed and put my hand out
for Grandmum. She takes it and I pull her to the bed. “Grandmum, come feel my
William.”
She crawls up on the bed and I
guide her towards William’s angry snake. “Ssss…” I hiss. “Bad dog.” I hit it
lightly, but it bounces back. It always bounces back.
Drusilla guides Darla towards
me, but Darla is hesitant. We’ve never been emotional, but I can tell she needs
this. I reach out for her hips and pull her towards me. “It’s okay, Luv. Don’t
be scared.”
She tries to laugh it off, but I
know better. “I’m not scared.”
“Neither am I.” I tell her and
she nods as she sinks down on my cock.
I’ve never felt him like this,
inside me, peaceful. It’s actually a little disconcerting, but it feels too
good to stop. He’s stretching me slowly; and I begin to move, up and down, very
slowly. I can feel his hands on my hips, helping me to keep a steady pace.
Drusilla always told me what an exceptional lover he was. But it wasn’t until
this moment that I truly believed her.
Grandmum feels better. But I
still tingle. Spike knows because he pulls my hips towards him and guides my
leg over his face. “Goody!” I whisper as Grandmum takes my face and kisses me.
I can feel hands all over, tiny hands, tiny fingers, searching, burning,
wanting.
Dru spreads her legs, leaving
herself completely open to me. I lick and bite, suck and fuck, while Darla
slowly rides herself to orgasm. I’ve never felt this used before. It feels
pretty damn good.
I kiss my sire deeply while I
ride Spike. I can’t take it anymore, though, I’m too close.
Grandmum has such large, pretty
eyes. She growls at me and licks her teeth. I do likewise and lunge at her
neck.
They’re drinking from each other
as they come on me and around me. I explode inside Darla’s welcoming body and
she continues to impale herself on me until she comes again.
We collapse together on the bed,
Dru on one side of him, and me on the other. He holds us both and we tease his
nipples with tongues and nails. “I brought back dinner for you.” I tell him.
“Thanks.” He hates it.
“I must feed Miss Edith.” Dru says
and takes off upstairs.
I lean up and kiss him. “I want
our family back as well, Willi-Spike. If we could… I know we didn’t always see
eye to eye, but things could be different this time.”
“Yes they could.” He agrees and
I kiss him. It’s still sex, but now, it’s also respect.
~El Fin~
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