SERIES : the Chronicles
Continuation
SEQUEL TO : the Buffy
& Angelus Chronicles
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel,
Angel/Spike, Spike/Buffy, Angel/Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from all four seasons of Buffy & Angel season one.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES & WARNINGS : SLASH
(m/m) and a little bloodplay
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She returned from the kitchen to find the living room vacant. She wondered
where the boys were but was unable to find them, as there was a knock at the
door. “Hey.” She said to Willow.
“Hi Buffy.”
“You’re probably one of
the last people I expected to see here.”
“Yeah well, it’s
important. Can I come in?”
“You’re always welcome
Willow, please, come in.”
“Where are Spike and
Angel?”
“I don’t know, they
disappeared so either they are invisible or they are upstairs or out. What’s
up?”
“Buffy, I went to Giles’
tonight.”
“Oh, so you heard huh?”
“Yeah, he told me they found
you and Spike with some dead guy in the ally.”
“First off, he wasn’t
dead, and he was going to rape some girl.”
“I believe you Buffy,
but the Slayer does not.”
“I didn’t exactly help
the situation but I don’t like her.”
“She’s nice Buffy, she’s
not like Faith, that’s for sure. She’s not my absolute best friend, but she’s
nice. Anyway, I was in the bathroom when she came over and got a call from the
Council. They’ve ordered her to kill you Buffy. You have to get out of town
like yesterday.”
“Oh, we were actually
thinking about moving, we just weren’t sure.”
“Well, if you’re on the
Hellmouth, you’re a target.”
“Thanks for that Willow.
I know things...”
“Buffy, things aren’t the
same. I wish I could be the bigger person and say that it is the same, but it
just isn’t and I don’t know how to make it that way again. But it doesn’t mean
I want you to be dust, and I’d like us to keep in touch, but things are
different. Perhaps we’re finally moving on from high school, you into forever
with Angel and me with Tara.”
“You know in some sick
twisted way, it’s like it was destined to be this way with Angel and I. The
only fitting way for us, either him dust or me as his childe. Anyway, what are
you planning now?”
“Actually I’m thinking
about transferring colleges this coming semester. There are really great
computer programs on the east coast and I was thinking about it. Dad freaked
but there are also some great programs up North. I don’t know, but I know Angel
and Cordy have e-mail so I’ll let you know.”
“Okay Willow, please do
that. Perhaps we’ll never be best friends again, but I don’t wanna be enemies.”
“We won’t be Buffy. I
love you.”
“I love you too Wills.”
“Now get out of town.”
“We will soon. Tell
Xander if you see him and if you guys are ever in LA look us up.”
“I’ll do that.” Buffy
hugged her friend and the red head scampered off into the daylight. Buffy
missed that. She missed it a lot. She sat on the couch and drank the crimson
liquid.
**********
He was standing in the
doorway waiting for the virtual stranger. Over the past three nights they’d met
each other and walked all night, talking. More like William had talked and Angelus
had listened to his life story, but William didn’t know anything about Angelus.
Tonight he planned on asking questions.
Angelus let the second
body of the nightfall; he was well fed now, no bloodlust. He planned on
seducing young William tonight. He wanted one perfect night before bringing the
boy into his world. He got to the boy’s house and he was standing in the
doorway waiting. Angelus flashed him a smile and the boy met him at the edge of
the dirt road. “Evenin’ little Will.” He extended his hand and William took it.
He tried to ignore what
was between them. He had never thought of another man the way he thought about
Angelus. Perhaps Audrey was right, perhaps he didn’t touch her cause he was
uninterested. Although that wasn’t true either, he’d shagged Marilee and Anne,
perhaps it was just Audrey. In any event as he held Angelus’ hand he couldn’t
deny the attraction he felt to the man. “Evening. What shall we do tonight
Angelus?”
“I thought we’d take a
walk by the water’s edge.”
“That’d be nice.”
**********
He savored the taste of
his Sire’s blood, given without hesitation, without blood in return. His Sire
had just asserted his dominance over him and he was glad to be back in his
arms. It’d been a long time since he’d had those arms to himself. He’d shared
them with Darla and Dru and most recently Buffy. When he’d been turned Angelus
stayed by him and was there when he woke up. It was two days later that he’d
been introduced to Drusilla. He’d loved her the second he saw her, how you not love
an innocent? She was just a child mentally. She knew not what she did. How
could you not fall for the innocence? He didn’t love her as much as his Sire.
He simply couldn’t. His Sire was everything to him. Angelus was his Sire, his
Yoda, the bloody embodiment of God. Spike was a born again worshipper of God
himself.
Spike had immediately
picked up on the relationship between Drusilla and Angelus. Angelus was tiring
of taking care of her. Drusilla had never been a threat to his relationship
with his Sire. Angelus spent time with her, but always spent more with him.
Angelus had shared Drusilla with him as well. Not at first, at first he’d slept
with the fledglings. Angelus had turned him and loved him for two days. They’d
gotten back to his house, he’d met Drusilla and then Angelus had banished him
to the fledgling’s room.
He’d been hurt but the
night he’d been called to their Sire’s bedroom Angelus had explained. He said
that the fledglings had to see him as a normal minion. That their relationship
had to appear like that of a normal sire and minion, else Spike would be in
danger. So in public, he’d been ignored or hit and embarrassed, but Angelus
always made up for it behind closed doors. Such was their relationship until
the night Angelus had declared in front of the Master and Darla and the court
that William the Bloody was the favored childe of the Scourge of Europe
himself. Spike had seen the glint of hatred and rage in Darla’s eye when the
announcement had been made and from that moment on she’d tried everything she
could to keep them separated. She succeeded ultimately; she’d ripped Angelus
away from him, but from herself as well, which gave Spike immense pleasure,
despite the horrible loneliness.
Darla had threatened his
life, but never his Sire’s love and devotion. Drusilla had taken his time, but
was never a threat. Angelus had long tired of her before William had ever shown
up. But now? Buffy WAS most certainly a threat to his Sire’s time and devotion.
She’d already proved as much. His obsession over her had damn near cost Spike
his life numerous times. Angel loved Buffy, he was in love with her, the kind
of love he’d thought he had with his Sire. Perhaps it had just been adoration
long ago, but he’d thought it love, and now it was for sure. And Buffy
threatened that. He loved sharing Buffy with Angel, but ultimately she was
Angel’s, and his soul was hers. He could’ve live with sharing Angel with Buffy,
but not after what had just happened. Angel couldn’t make love to him and call
him Will and then go back to the way things had been. It couldn’t happen, if it
did, it would crush Spike. He couldn’t be pushed away by his Sire one more
time.
He rested his chin on
Spike’s shoulder. Spike and William, William and Spike. Two entirely different
entities in the same body, like Angel and Angelus. Was there really that much
of a difference? For him, inside him, there was. There was in Spike too. Spike
was the result of a favored childe abandoned by his adoring Sire, left to care for
the crazed childe and said Sire. Angel did not doubt that Spike loved Dru, the
way a father loves his daughter, granted their relationship had been slightly
incestuous by human standards, not of course by vampire standards. However
Angel very much doubted if he was ever IN love with her, not like he had been
with Angelus. And perhaps that was the worst thing he ever did.
In the years before the
curse, after announcing William as his favorite childe, they’d been together.
They’d killed, fucked, maimed, raped, made love and drank together. They’d
shared Drusilla and made homes together, and wrecked homes together. He’d never
said it, the Scourge of Europe did not use such words, but he’d loved his
William very much. William had adored him and worshipped him. Then came the
curse and the breaking of the curse and the new Angelus had sought to destroy
anything and everything. He was obsessed with Buffy and to hell with the rest
of the world. He’d seen the sparkle in Spike’s eyes at the prospect of having
his Sire back. He took that returning affection and twisted it and used it to
hurt Spike. He’d fucked him raw and let the minions at him and took away the
one other thing that gave him comfort, Drusilla. He’d exploited William and
Angelus’ relations the worst way he could.
When he’d returned with
the pills, he’d gone after Spike for things he’d done to his souled self. He’d
hurt Spike once more, but had forgiven him, but it was empty forgiveness and he
knew it. Buffy’s breakdown had shown that he was no longer the passionate man
he’d once been. The demon gave up control and Angel had forgiven Spike
everything, after all, he’d created Spike. He could never regret Spike, that
much was true. If he could do it all over again, he’d do exactly the same thing
with William. Sometimes he wished he’d never left to meet Darla. He often
wondered what would have happened. What would he have been like now? Such
things were useless to think about, but it still got the better of his thoughts
occasionally.
He’d left Spike to pick
up the pieces of Buffy’s broken heart and he had. He’d fallen in love. He could
see it so clearly in Spike’s eyes, the adoration and worship that had once been
for him. He couldn’t help but be jealous of that. He wondered if Buffy returned
the feelings, was that possible? Spike knew what Buffy had been thinking when
she’d tried to kill herself. She shared so much more with him than she did with
Angel. Not just thoughts, but personality and it hurt.
He should check on Buffy
anyway. He withdrew his arm from around Spike’s waist. “So you’re just
leaving?”
“We just kinda left
Buffy downstairs Spike.”
Always had to run to the
Slayer, that was his Sire. He was completely pussy-whipped, by a Slayer no
less. What bothered Spike more was the fact that he completely understood.
“So?” He asked turning around to see Angel sitting on the edge of the bed.
“So she was going to
make us breakfast and we just disappeared. She just announced this whole big
manifesto on how she’s okay and she might not be. She may need me.”
Spike jumped up mad.
“Did it ever occur to you, ANGELUS, that *I* may need you?”
He spun around to face
his childe; the hurt in his eyes was unbearable. “Spike...”
“No never mind I see how
it is. You’re so damned guilty about taking the chit’s life that none of your
other responsibilities matter. That’s just fine, not the only time I’ve taken a
back seat to her. If you want her to yourself why didn’t you just say that
instead of pretending?”
“Spike what are you
talking about?”
“So now it’s Spike huh?
I get it. Even with that pesky soul you’re a bastard, ANGEL. That’s just fine
with me.”
Spike quickly threw his
clothes on, knowing he had two more hours before the sun broke the black sky.
Angel stood, naked, and dumb-founded. He did nothing to stop him. That was it
then. “WHAT are you talking about?” Angel asked again.
“If you don’t know then
it’s even more hopeless than I ever thought it was. Don’t worry about me,
*Sire* I’ll be just fine.”
“Where are you going?”
“The fuck away from here
I can tell you that.”
“You can’t take care of
yourself.” Spike grabbed his duster.
“Like hell I can’t. I
certainly don’t need your pity, especially from someone more pathetic than me.”
He brushed past Angel on his way to the door. Angel grabbed his arm. “Let go of
me.”
“No.”
“Let. Go. Of. Me.”
“Where the hell is this
coming from Spike? Why are you doing this to us?”
“To US? What us? There’s
you and the Slayer. I’ve just been a distraction and I don’t need to be that to
you again.” He was going to leave before he was left. “Now let go of me.” Angel
didn’t. Spike growled loudly and struck his Sire. Angel’s grip lessened and he
pulled away and was down the stairs and out the door before Angel even caught
up.
He sat on the edge of the
bed for what seemed like hours after Spike left. He heard a knock on the door.
“Angel? Are you okay? Spike ran out a while ago, what happened?”
She approached him and
Angel was crying. “Angel? Talk to me, what happened?”
“We had a fight and he
left.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know. We’ve
never fought like that before, he was so hurt, he was shaking.”
“What happened before
the fight? And remind me to tell you about our visitor.”
“Visitor?”
“Later, what happened
before the fight?”
“We made love.” The
words struck her like a freight train. He made love with Spike, without her
present, without her knowing. She had no idea, which infuriated her more, that
her Angel had made love to Spike, or that her Spike had made love to Angel. Or
the fact that they shared this and countless other experiences that she would
never have. They’d most likely had sex in blood baths they’d created, they’d
tortured people together and hunted together and Spike had one thing she could
never have, the true love of Angel’s demon.
“Oh.” She couldn’t say
anything else.
“Buffy?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“Fine. Where’s he go?”
“I don’t know but we
have to go looking for him.”
“Angel it’s practically
dawn, it’s dangerous and there are other pressing matters.”
“What else is as pressing
as the possible burning of my favorite childe?” His favorite childe? Angel
still thought of Spike as that? She shouldn’t be surprised, he had after all
just made love to Spike.
“I don’t know, perhaps
the hunting down of your least favorite I suppose, but who cares if the Council
wants me dead, right?” She got up and stormed out of the house, she had a good
thirty minutes until dawn.
“Okay, what the hell
just happened?” Angel asked himself. He’d done nothing and managed to get both
of them so mad they had to leave. How did he do that and why didn’t he know how
to fix it? How could he fix something he didn’t cause? He had to find Spike and
now he had to find Buffy, soon. He quickly got dressed.
He knew exactly where to
go, he needed some of those little marshmallows. He tapped on the kitchen door
lightly and was happy when it opened. “Spike!”
“Hi Joyce, I was hoping
you’d be up.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Letting me in before
the sun burns me up would be a start.”
“Oh, sorry, come in. Can
I get you anything?”
“Some of those little
marshmallows if you got ‘em.”
“Sure. If you don’t mind
my asking, why are you here Spike?”
“Cause that pillock of a
Sire of mine finally put me in my place and I’m not gonna let him rip me apart over
another one of his obsessions.”
“Buffy?”
“Yeah.”
“How is Buffy?”
“Missing her family and
friends is what she is, being hunted by the new slayer in her spare time,
dealing with her death and... I really don’t wanna talk about Buffy.”
She knew where she
wanted to go. She wanted to curl up in her bed and pretend nothing ever
happened. She threw a quarter in the slot and dialed her phone number. “Hello?”
“Mom?”
“Buffy!”
“Mom, can I come home?”
She asked scared of the answer. There was just silence for a minute. “Mom?”
“Yes Buffy, come on
over, come in, come home.” Buffy hung up the phone and ran to Revello Drive.
She climbed the tree to her room, it was exactly the same as she’d left it. She
crawled into bed and fell asleep.
He had only one idea on
where to start. He got to the door and rang the bell. Joyce opened the door.
“Angel.”
“Joyce, I’d love to go a
few rounds with you, but I’m looking for Spike and Buffy and I’m kinda pressed
for time, since the sun is up in less than twenty minutes.”
“Come in.” He entered
the home that was once Buffy’s. “I seem to be the party location for vampires
today.”
“What?” He asked.
“Joyce, do you have any
more wheatiebix?” Spike walked out of the kitchen and froze when he met Angel’s
eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you mainly,
but also Buffy.”
“Buffy called here a
while ago, wondering if she could come home.” Joyce said. “I told her to come
over.”
“So you finally decided
to talk to your daughter, how refreshing.”
“Watch your mouth mate,
this is Buffy’s mum and you shouldn’t talk to her like that.”
“Is Buffy here?”
“I haven’t seen her.”
Joyce went upstairs.
“Spike come home with
me.”
“No.”
“Spike, let’s go.”
“You heard me mate,
we’re through.”
“Where is this coming from?
I don’t know why you’re mad at me.” Spike was silent. “Will...”
“NO! You’re not gonna do
that Angelus. You can’t do what you did to me and expect things to be the same
between the three of us. It doesn’t work that way Sire o’ mine.”
“Is that what you think?
How could you? You’re my childe, my favored childe in fact. I just got you back
I’m not going to lose you again.” Again, more silence. “We both have two names.
You’re Spike but sometimes I can see William in there, like last night. Just
cause I call you Spike doesn’t mean I don’t want you.” Spike sat down on the
couch.
“How can I compare to
her?” Spike was staring absently at the floor.
“What?” Angel sat beside
him.
“You in love with her.
She took you away from me. I can’t compare to her.”
“It’s not a contest.”
Silence. “I may be in love with, my soul may be in love with her, but we have
so much more than Buffy and I ever could.”
“Huh?”
“Look at me.” Spike did.
“Buffy will never know how I was back then. The only memories she has of my
unsouled self are horrible ones, you know that’s not the case. Every part of me
that’s human is in love with her, but every part of me that’s not is in love
with you. I didn’t pick you on a whim. I didn’t seduce you because I wanted a
toy, I had one of those. I picked you because I loved you and I still do. The
soul only let’s me see how much, and gives me the strength to tell you.” Spike just started crying and fell
against Angel. He wrapped his arms around his childe. “I don’t want you to feel
you’re second. I don’t know how we’ll work it, but we’ll figure it out. I
promise.”
She woke slowly to a
heartbeat. Buffy opened her eyes, “Mom. Oh Mom, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay Buffy, I’m
sorry too.” Her mother held her as she cried.
“What did I do? I can’t
do it anymore.”
“Buffy, you don’t have a
choice.” Her mother was right, she hated that. “Angel and Spike are downstairs.
I think you should go talk to them.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes you can. You have
to.”
“Things are different
now Mom. There’s this new Slayer and she hates me of course, and Giles is her
Watcher and hates me. Xander and Willow seem okay, but scared to be with me. Up
until today, Angel and Spike were the only people I could be with that didn’t
hate me or want to kill me.”
“What changed?”
“I’m not sure anything
did. I think it was already there, I just couldn’t see it because once again
Buffy didn’t think about anyone but herself. And I royally screwed myself this
time didn’t I?”
“Buffy I won’t allow you
to hide here. You go down and figure out what happened, or I’ll send them up.”
“I’m not going down
there.”
“Fine.”
“SPIKE! ANGEL! BUFFY’S
UP HERE!” Angel stood up at the sound of Joyce’s voice. They both bolted up the
stairs.
“Buffy! I was worried
about you.” Joyce slinked out and closed the door.
“Were you Angel?”
“Why would you think
that Buffy?”
“You love him more than
me. It’s okay, maybe I was stupid not to see things changing. It wouldn’t be
that last time that...” he grabbed her and kissed her deeply.
“Why do you both think that?”
He looked at both of his childer. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you that they
love their children equally but differently?”
“I’m an only child
Angel. I don’t have any siblings.” Buffy said.
“And I only had one
sister that died when I was three.” Spike added.
“Oh. Consider it said.
Now I’ve already hashed this out with Spike, but why do you think that Buffy?”
“Cause he’s your
favorite and he knows you so much better than I do. You shared so much
together, I can’t even begin to compare to the history you have. Plus he didn’t
betray you, I did.”
“We’re SO over that
Buffy.” He said quickly.
“Well maybe I’m not
Angel. He said you were so different back then, but all I knew was anger and
emptiness and it’s not fair. You loved him before the stupid soul, you didn’t
even know me.”
“Oh Buffy, there’s
nothing we can do about that...”
“Unless you’ve got a
flux capacitor mate.” Spike quipped. Buffy giggled. “But then we’d change
history and just my luck *I’d* get the bloody soul and that wouldn’t be fun.
Course then I’d be the one to ‘deflower’ the gorgeous chit and I’d be your Sire
love. Course then we wouldn’t have my gorgeous Sire. See that?”
“You came full circle,
I’m impressed. It doesn’t happen very often.”
“Sod off.”
“Are you always this
cranky? How come I never noticed before? Was he always this way Angel?
Honestly?”
“I think so, usually
right when he wakes up. The only way to guarantee a happy temperament with him
is to fuck him into oblivion before he falls asleep from exhaustion.”
“Can you really do
that?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve done it
before. Haven’t I Spikey?”
“SOD OFF.” There was a
knock on the door.
“Yes?”
“Buffy? I just have to
get to work, will you be staying here today?”
“If it’s okay, I really
don’t feel like burning up going back home.” Her mother smiled.
“Okay, will you be
hungry? I mean... are you... will you... um...”
“Mom, don’t worry, we’re
fine. We’re just gonna sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll see you
later.” Her mom left and she sat on the bed.
“Wow, she left me in my
room with two boys. I’m such a slut and in my mother’s house too.”
“Don’t say stuff like
that Buffy.”
“Why not Angel?” She
stood up and walked about her room. “She hasn’t touched a damn thing in here.
Her little shrine to her daughter I guess.” She picked up her stuffed pig. “Mr.
Gordo saw so much stuff didn’t he? Things no pig should see. Angel, remember
when you...”
“Buffy don’t.”
“No I wasn’t even
thinking that.”
“What? Fill me in.”
Spike asked.
“It was just after he killed
the teacher and he came over and pretended to be Angel, he said Jenny had given
him back his soul. Then he left. It was unpleasant and we’re not gonna talk
about it. What I was thinking about was actually right before you kidnapped him
and tried to kill him to save Dru.” She walked over to Spike and decked him.
“I’m still mad about that.”
“What? That was ages
ago.”
“Fine, let’s talk about
the Gem of Amara.”
“No, let’s talk about
kidnapping...” he said quickly but his Sire caught his eye, Buffy saw it.
“Yeah Spike, let’s talk
about this Gem and this asshole vampire who staked his would-be girlfriend.
Then he went after the Slayer and made fun of her pain.”
“I’m sorry about that,
it was the demon.”
“You can’t get away with
that Spike, Angel can, but you can’t. You were mean. I can understand being
mean to me, but to poor Harmony?”
“Harmony? Didn’t you go
to school with...”
“Yes Angel, poor thing
got it at Graduation with all the chaos of the big snake demon. But you’re
ruining my rage.”
“Oh, forgive me, carry
on with your rage.”
“Thanks.”
Fuck this was not good
to bring up the gem, why did she have to bring it up? He wondered if Angel was
still mad about it. “But I have some rage of my own Buffy.”
“Oh, then please, join
in.” She said. Angel stood up and looked down at him.
“I think it’s time for
Spike to get the lesson he’s got coming.”
“HEY!” He tried to stand
up but Angel pushed him back onto the bed. “Fuck Angel... I thought we were
over this.”
“You hired someone to
torture me.”
“Cause I couldn’t do it
myself, I couldn’t hurt you like that Angel.”
“But you’d let me die by
hot pokers?”
“You poked me too.” Weak
argument.
“It’s my right to do
what I want with you boy. Take your clothes off.”
She wondered what was
going on. It seemed she was always behind in their banter. “Angel? What’s going
on?”
“Just sit down and
relax. My boy Will has a very important lesson to learn. Don’t you? You seem to
have forgotten who you belong to, but I’m here to remind you.”
“I know who I belong to
Angel, I know, I remember.”
“NO. You don’t. But you
will, now strip.” Spike was shaking as he took his duster off and began to shed
the rest of his clothing. Angel took off his silk shirt, leaving his delicious
chest bare. She sat down in a chair to watch.
He wondered if her
weapon’s chest was still full. He stalked over as Spike shed the rest of his
clothes and he found it. He winked at Buffy and opened it up. Perfect. Good old
predictable Slayer with chains in the chest.
“Fuck Angelus, this
isn’t necessary.”
“You’re not getting out
of this. You’ve had this coming for over a century, certainly since you showed
up in Sunnydale.”
“And remember what I put
up with at the mansion? What you did? I know who I belong to.” His childe stood
up again, but Angel grabbed his shoulders and threw him on top of the bed and
pounced on him. He took the chains and secured his arms above his head by
stringing the chains through the headboard.
He resisted. Of course
he did. It was nature. He’d been on his own for a century, of course he’d
resist. Of course he always did resist, that was half the fun. Angelus would
never have wanted him if he just laid down like the other fledglings. That’s
why they had remained fledglings and he had become a childe. Perhaps that was
the main reason he’d been called to his Sire’s room. Angelus loved to dominate
and William, for some sick reason, got off on being dominated. However the
domination of the past two returns of his Sire’s evil-self had not been the
same. He looked at Angel wide-eyed, waiting for more, but fighting it. Angel
thrived on the fight. So did Spike, but in the end, he knew what would happen.
He was a sick bastard who loved being dominated and he’d submit, of course he
would, how could you not?
The very presence of his
Sire was demanding and sensual. The man exuded sex wherever he was, whatever he
was doing. He was a seductive creature. William had always said Angelus could
seduce the knickers off a priest and have him begging for a come within an
hour. They’d put it to the test once and it had taken thirty-two minutes.
So sure, he’d submit, he
didn’t have a choice. He could see it vividly. Angel would tease him, suck him
and fuck him without ever giving him release. Angel would stop him from coming
and ask who he belonged to and he’d refuse to answer. Angel would pump him some
more, suck him perhaps, stop him from coming and ask again. This would go on
for hours or for seconds, depending on his need to be claimed. One thing he
didn’t have was patience or will power where his Sire was concerned.
He glanced over at Buffy
as Angel chained him to her former bed. She was intent on watching. He’d keep
an eye on her. She was about to have a show, which was just fine with him since
he was very much an exhibitionist.
~El Fin~
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