Around the World

London

-Part Three-

 

AUTHORS: dru as Darla & Evil Willow as Spike (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Around the World

PAIRING : Darla /Spike

RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of salty goodness!)

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!

NOTE: We wrote this as role-play on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored  before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!

 

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He walks over to the bar and sits. I pour him a drink. "Now, with regards to *us* and this move, there's nothing I'd like more than to boast that our second in command is the killer of four slayers. But I will *not* be made a fool of, especially after what happened in the Court-" Although I'm not too sure how much he knows... Or how much I'm willing to tell him for that matter.

 

"Regardless of the past, if we're to have our own clan, we can't be bickering amongst ourselves and we can't be undermining each other either. So we'll have to get along," I finish and we both take a long sip of brandy.

 

 

I shrug. "Sounds reasonable to me," I admit. Do I really think this new-and-improved relationship is gonna work? Um... probably not. But I'll sure as hell give it a shot.

 

I did notice she's being vague about the whole 'being banished from the clan' thing. But I'm not going to let her know that *I* know about it. I don't care if we are "getting along", I'd bet that was one of those things I wasn't supposed to know about. And I don't want to get my sire in trouble. From the sound of things, he just dug himself out of a mess between them, a week ago.

 

 

Well, this is going way better than expected, although I thought I'd be naked at this point.

 

Angelus *does* say William is quite the lover when you let him do his own thing. In the past, I've taken my fill of him and left him wanting. Of course that was after having beaten him senseless and tortured him. I was hoping for something a little different.

 

"Good." I walk around the bar and he regards me cautiously. I walk in front of him and run a finger from his chin in a straight line down his chest and stomach to rest on his cock. "I will not only expect respect from you, Spike, I will *demand* it," I state seriously. "That is non-negotiable and will result in you being banished from my home for*ever*."

 

 

"How could I *not* respect you?" I ask. She rolls her eyes and I add, "I'm serious. You've had Angelus by your side for two centuries, you've always managed to make the right decisions for our family and keep us out of harm's way.

 

"I just have a tendency to treat people the way they treat me," I explain. "I know it's not 'proper' or whatever, but it's who I am. I can't promise I'll just sit back and take it if you ever decide to go off on me again. But it doesn't mean I don't respect you and it doesn't mean you and Angelus don't have my loyalty."

 

 

"You're right," I say as I look right in his eyes. "You're right, William. I haven't given you a fair chance and perhaps I never did. That's what tonight is about," I announce.

 

 

"Yeah?" I say, putting my hands on her waist and pulling her closer, until she's standing between my legs. "So... I guess I'll go back to my question from earlier tonight. What d'you want, Darla?"

 

 

I lean forward against him and make sure our lips are almost touching. "Before we do anything," I start, "Anything said between us tonight along with anything we do, stays between *us* and *us* alone. For all Angelus and the minions know, I beat you into submission. I can't have them challenging me. If that's understood and agreed, then what do you suggest?" And he didn't really used to turn me on, but he's starting to now.

 

 

I grin. "Understood and agreed."

 

And let's see... She's actually gonna let me decide how we play tonight? I pull back a little, looking her up and down. She's wearing a long black dress, low in front, strapless. I slide one of my hands around and up to her chest, squeezing one of her breasts. "I dunno, Darla. I'm a guy, after all. As long as I get off, I don't care what the hell we do." Yeah, I know, I'm *such* a romantic kinda guy.

 

 

He certainly has a way with words...

 

But it doesn't matter. I smile and press my lips against his tentatively. It's our first kiss.

 

 

This really *is* different. But not in a bad way. Because, like I said, I'm a guy. And I'll never pass up an opportunity for sex.

 

And it's not like she doesn't have the skill gained in over four centuries, to turn just about anyone on. The kiss stays hesitant for about half a second. And then I pull her closer, with the hand that's still on her back, as I let her tongue inside my mouth. I knew I'd see her dominant streak eventually, and I do when I try to gain control over the kiss. Our tongues battle and entwine for several minutes. I really love not having to breathe.

 

But I don't play fair, and she'd know that if she ever asked Angelus. I've been kneading her breast, gently, but I decide to change tactics. I twist her nipple roughly, making her moan. And yes, I do a mental happy dance that I made her moan, as I thrust my tongue inside her mouth.

 

 

Okay, I'm actually *ashamed* that I moaned. I shouldn't *moan*, not this early anyway.

 

However I *did* say this was going to be different, so I suppose I don't really *mind* letting him know that I find his kiss enjoyable. That's not bad, right?

 

But still... when he thrusts his tongue in my mouth again, I bite it roughly.

 

 

Okay, so she can make me moan, too. And this is all very fascinating, but I've never been too much for foreplay. I have a short attention span, plus I'm just impatient.

 

So I contemplate the possibilities for a half-second. Like I said, I'm impatient. I slide off the barstool, still not breaking the kiss. I grab her by the waist and turn us, setting her on the stool. Much better.

 

I lick my way down to her throat, as I slip a hand up her leg, under her dress. I chuckle when I discover she's not wearing any underwear. I think that trait must run in the family. She's already wet, and that answers the question of whether or not I can turn her on, quite well. I grin, but she doesn't see, since I'm nibbling at her throat. I run my fingers between her outer lips to her entrance, and then thrust two of them inside her.

 

And I did say I didn't like foreplay, right? Well, I don't. But I'm not dumb, either. I know Darla would throw a fit if I just tried to fuck her. So I'm giving her what she wants, while also getting what I need, which is to come. As I distract her with my fingers, my other hand unbuttons my jeans and slips inside to stroke my cock.

 

 

I growl and grab his hand from his pants.

 

 

"BLOODY HELL!" I yell. Bitch. Yes, I kept that last part of my just between me and me. I pull my other hand away from her and yank my hand out of her grip. "What did you do that for? It wasn't like I wasn't gonna get you off too."

 

 

"How old are you now?" I ask while I slip my hand into his jeans. Yes, my memory was correct. He *is* rather large. He'll feel wonderful. Not as wonderful as Angelus, but we can't all be gods, can we?

 

"I'd think you know a little bit more about what'll please a five hundred year old," I say before squeezing him and then walking away. "Perhaps I was wrong." Let's see what he does with that.

 

 

"So why don't you just tell me what you want, since you obviously think I'm not capable of pleasing you otherwise?"

 

 

"You think finger-fucking me on a bar stool is gonna cut it with me?" I did that a million times when I was alive! It's sure as hell not gonna impress me. Has he even ever *had* sex with Angelus?

 

 

I growl. "No, I *don't* know what the hell gets you off, because I don't *know* you! I've been banished from your presence for the past seventy-odd years, remember?

 

"And I don't pretend to know what you want from me. That's why I've asked you, about a hundred times tonight, to tell me. And when you wouldn't tell me, instead throwing me this line about how 'things can be different' with us, I actually believed you. Stupid me, huh? Since when  I was *trying* to figure out what you like, you started in on me about how I don't know what I'm doing."

 

 

I scream my frustration. "FINE! You're right! You want me to PROVE to you that I MEANT it? FINE!"

 

Okay. Fine. I meant it and I want him to know it. So, "I was a human whore and I don't fancy reliving my days on barstools with guys acting like the only guy that'd ever been there. Okay?" There. Vulnerability. Pretty fucking different.

 

 

"Well then you could've given me a clue you wanted us to move elsewhere, rather than mocking my technique," I grumble.

 

 

"I'm trying," I tell him, because honestly, I am. I just have control issues. "But I didn't say it was *terrible*..." I hint.

 

 

I frown as I try to remember what she *did* say. All I can remember though is she said something snide, I reacted the way I always do, and then instead of chaining me up and beating me, she backed down and told me what was really bothering her.

 

Oh, yeah. I guess that is different than our usual routine.

 

"Okay then," I shrug as I walk toward her. "No barstools. You have any issues with couches I should know about?" I ask.

 

 

I 'think' for a second then smile. "Nope," I shrug. "Couches are fun. But-" Shut up, Darla. He's not Angelus and he can do things the way *he* wants. Drusilla doesn't have any complaints.

 

 

"But?" I ask as I stop inches away from her. "Go ahead, finish your thought. I never have a problem with the ladies telling me what *they* want."

 

 

"But nothing," I say. "Not important." I stand up and walk up beside him. "I *do* like a little preshow though," I tell him before taking his face and kissing him. Oh god, he's a *good* kisser. I can't believe I didn't remember that!

 

 

I put my hands at her waist and pull her against me, grinding my hips against hers. She gasps and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She doesn't seem to mind letting me control the kiss for the moment. She slides her hands into my hair and refuses to let go, so I'm guessing she likes the way I kiss. And that doesn't surprise me any, I've never had any complaints on how I kiss or... well, much of anything when it comes to pleasing others sexually. What can I say? I guess, between Drusilla and Angelus I've been well trained.

 

I walk her backward toward the couch and she gets the hint when the backs of her legs hit the couch. She wraps her legs around my hips and I lower us both onto the couch. I thrust my hips against hers and she tightens her hands in my hair. All right, I'll take that as a clue she liked that. So I continue to grind my hips against hers, as I slip a hand between us to squeeze one of her breasts.

 

And I'm so fucking hard it hurts. Time to move this along a little. I break the kiss and move slightly to the side of her. I pull the skirt of her dress up as I begin to nibble at her neck.

 

I slide down further, suckling at one of her breasts, through the fabric of her dress. She moans and tries to grab my head, but I shake free of her grasp. I continue to move downward, pressing kisses to her stomach, now bare since I've slid the dress up that far. I dip my tongue into her navel and she gasps, arching up against me. I grin and slide down further. She didn't like my fingers in her, but I'm thinking she won't complain about my tongue.

 

Only one way to find out, though. I breathe in the scent of her arousal, which is really pretty much the most amazing turn-on. Not to mention an ego-boost, knowing I can get Darla aroused. I mean, I knew I was good, but...

 

She growls and I grin up at her. "Patience, Luv," I tease, but I've already decided not to make her wait any longer. I put my hands at her thighs, pushing them further apart, and lean in to lick between her outer lips. She lets out a sound that's a half-whimper half-moan. Oh, this is fun. I push my tongue into her slick passage and begin to fuck her with it.

 

 

"OH FUCK!" I whimper, completely against my will. Well, against Angelus' Will-

 

And I thought he'd be good, he *was* good from what I remember and to keep Angelus' attention- Angelus is more a whore than I *ever* was- I knew he had to be good. But-

 

Spike is like a fine wine. It only gets better with age (and practice- because he's had a lot).

 

I dig my nails into his scalp as I ride his tongue. I don't wanna seem *too* eager, but I already know I'm going to have to eat my words later. "Oh shit!" I moan as he starts rubbing my clit, just a little more boy and you'll have me.

 

Angelus always knows when I'm there. He always knows when to hit me ju- "Shit!" just right inside. He fucked more girls than I did guys when he was alive. He knew exactly how to- "Spike!" I moan and curse myself under my breath. He's just a kid! How in the hell do- duh! He *is* Angelus' childe.

 

But still, he hasn't found-

 

 

Ooh, she just yelled my name. If she thinks I'm not gonna gloat about that to Angelus, well, she doesn't know me too well. But there'll be plenty of time for that later.

 

I withdraw my tongue from her and she isn't happy about that, the way she's trying to push my head back. Well I'm sorry, Darla, but I'm a lot better at finding that spot with my fingers. I push three fingers inside her as I suck her clit into my mouth. And I know I've found her G-spot when she squeaks. So I dig a fingernail into it at the same time I bite down on her clit.

 

 

"OH FUUUUCK!" I scream, bucking wildly off the couch as I come. Oh fuck! I am *so* going to have to punish Angelus for not telling me this years ago! When did he get so good?

 

Of course, Angelus can make me come with just his mouth. Hell, Angelus doesn't even have to *touch* me to make me come. But Spike is only 126. I'm sure that will come in time.

 

I relax a bit and look down to the huge grin on his face. Yes, Spike, we both know you made me come and scream your name. Yes, we both know you found my G-spot and make me scream. But it wasn't *your* name I screamed when I came and, "Angelus can do with it with his tongue," I inform him, although I'm sure my eyes are certainly telling him how incredibly humiliated I am.

 

 

I don't doubt it. Angelus can do a *lot* of fun things with his tongue. Okay, no, that's just going to be kept to myself. Because I've got her in a rather good mood and I think it's best to keep her there.

 

So I just shrug. "Yeah? Well you know what they say about 'If at first you don't succeed....'"

 

 

"Perhaps when Angelus gets back, he'll show you." I sit up a bit feel the pleasant sticky between my thighs. "Although he has yet to tell me exactly where he learned, perhaps that's something he'll tell you because I'm fairly certain I did not teach him."

I then run a finger up his fly and feel his hardened cock beneath the fabric.

 

 

I just sit there and wait for her to make the next move. I've been the dominant one for a while; I figure it's her turn.

 

TBC

 

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