-Part Four-
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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"So,
what other hidden talents do you have, William? What else have you learned
since the last time you've been here?"
I
unbutton the top button of his jeans and unzip them and he seems interested.
*Very* interested from the looks of things. Yes, I can also see how Angelus may
have been right about him. The key to controlling William lies in his intense
need for a connection, for contact.
Speaking
of, I push him off so I can sit up and lift my dress off before straddling him
and grinding myself into his hips. He moans as I capture his lips with my own.
I want him to kiss me again, like before. I *need* him to kiss me again.
Wonder
what Angelus would say if he knew Darla likes the way I kiss. No, bad Spike.
There's no need to taunt him. Cuz then he'll get all broody and that means less
fun for me.
I
thrust my tongue into her mouth, as I run my hands up to her breasts, kneading
them. Shit. Can we just fuck, already?
"Mmm,"
I moan as I feel him kneading my breasts roughly. His hands are soft, a poet's
hands. I smile a bit as I feel him thrust upwards towards me. I reach down
between us and start to rub him through his pants.
I'm not
quite ready to give in to him yet, if he wants to fuck me, he'll have to ask.
After all, I still am the head of the family. However at this point, I'm really
hoping that he makes his move fast because I feel empty and I'd really love it
if he filled me.
I wonder
what a hundred years of being fucked by Angelus has taught him.
I break
the kiss and growl as she strokes me harder through my jeans. Shit. Not fair. I
really need to come. "Wanna go upstairs?" I ask hopefully.
I smile,
"Sounds like a plan."
About
bloody time. I stand and follow her upstairs. We reach her room and I ask with
a grin, "So... What d'you wanna do now?" I say it partially because I
like being irritating and partially... Oh, hell, why don't I just admit it I
say it for the sole reason of being irritating.
God, if
irritating is a word, it's because HE invented it!
But I
had the concept down long ago, before the written word!
I shrug
my shoulders, "Thought I'd do a crossword."
"I've
got a better idea, one that would keep us both amused," I say. I strip my
t-shirt off and walk over to where she's sitting on the bed. "I figured I
could make you come a few more times... and then once you're happy, hopefully,
you'll let me come a couple times too."
"Well,
that's certainly more appealing than trying to figure out the name of some dumb
fish," I say as I grab the flaps of his unzipped jeans and pull him onto
the bed. "And I *do* like to come."
I flip
him over so I'm on top, rubbing my nipples against his chest, purring like a
cat because let's face it, I'm pretty damn happy. About 3 tenths of that is
him, and 7 is the fact that I think I've found a way to keep Angelus *mine* and
to sort this Master business out. All of it is right underneath me at the currently
moment, trying to thrust into me through his jeans.
I slam
my hips down onto his jean-clad groin and nip at his throat.
I growl
and buck up against her. I need to come, and at times like this I really don't
care what it takes. "Please..."
"Please,
what?" I ask, as if I didn't know, before undulating my pelvis again,
making sure to his my clit as I do.
Bitch.
Hey, I said I'd get along but there are limits to my nice feelings about her.
But I get it. She's still making sure I know who's in charge. And I do know.
"I want to fuck you," I reply. "Please."
"I
suppose that could be arranged," I say before shimmying down his legs and
dragging his jeans with me. I pull them down to his knees and slide my hands up
his thighs to grab his erection as I cup his sac with my other hand.
"Yeah?"
I ask. "So what are we waiting for?"
"This,"
I shrug before impaling myself on him violently and completely.
"FUCK!"
I scream as I feel her muscles squeeze me. She almost makes me come, but not
quite. I'm not a fledgling, after all.
She
begins to ride me, and I groan. Yeah, she's an expert at this. I move my hands
to her breasts, pinching and tugging at the nipples. I thrust up into her as
she comes down, pushing myself further inside her.
I think
the tip of my cock just hit her g-spot, because she just squealed. Of course,
she'll never admit it later. That she squealed, I mean. But she starts riding
me faster and I move one of my hands to her clit, twisting and rubbing it.
SHIT! I
think I just squealed, I guess I just wasn't expecting that. And he *is* good.
Delicious in all the right places. I guess Angelus does have pretty good taste,
in both men *and* women. He ceases to amaze me.
I watch
Spike's face as he arches up into me as I come down on him. Silly boy thinks he
can actually *make* me come. He doesn't realize that I come when I wanna come
and not a single seco- "Shit!" A single second before.
I rake
my nails down his chest leaving bloody trails in their wake. I scrape them all
the way down his lower abdomen and then dig into his balls with them while
clamping down like a vice on his cock.
I hiss
as she draws blood and slip into game face. And if she thinks I'm gonna just
lie here and take this... well... she's right. At least until she squeezes me
again and digs her nails into my balls. "FUCK!" I howl as I come. And
she can punish me if she wants, I don't bloody well care. I really needed that.
He
just... he... I can't- okay, so I can believe it because that's what I was
aiming for in the first place. I just evened the score.
I flip
us over so I'm on top and start to thrust into her again. "Sorry about
that," I shrug. "I really needed to come." I grin and add,
"But I did say I planned to make you come a few times before the night was
over." I speed up my thrusts inside her, searching for that spot again, as
I slip a hand between us to play with her clit.
She
bites her lip and goes tense and I grin. I guess she doesn't want to squeal
again. And that's fine, but I still found it. I let go and start pounding into
her, hitting her g-spot every time. My fingers pinch and tug at her clit,
making her moan and arch up against me. That's just impossible to ignore, so I
duck my head and take one of her breasts into my mouth, suckling it.
He
obviously doesn't know what this means.
I
haven't let a man take me like this since I was human. With the exception of
the Master and Angelus, no man, demon or vampire has *ever* been on top since I
was turned. I spent too much of my life under them.
"Shit,"
I growl under my breath. I... his mouth- "Fuck."
I grab
his hair and yank his head up to me before sinking my fangs into his neck as I
squeeze him and come.
I
didn't just whimper. I don't whimper. I never... Oh, all right. I whimpered.
But she's fucking drinking from me! I'd like to see *any* vampire not come from
that. I thrust into her a few more times before I come again, shooting my seed
inside her.
And
yeah, I'm starting to understand why Angelus is so obsessed with her. The
physical side, anyway. She really, really knows what she's doing. I roll off
her onto my back, trying to catch my breath.
I sink
back into the bed as my breathing slowly ceases, the hum of my orgasm flows
through me and the blood of kindred fills me.
I glance
over at him and he's staring back at me
"You
certainly are full of surprises, Spike," I say, "However I am well
aware that you came without permission. Perhaps I'll let Angelus punish you for
your defiance," and it's an almost laughable threat, I know, but that was
kind of its purpose.
I
chuckle. "Oh, please not that. I really hate it when Angelus punishes
me." I wink over at her.
"Just
as much as he hates when *I* punish *him* I'm sure," I say, "Although
this last time-"
"Last
time, what?" I ask. She gives me a look and I say, "Oh come on,
Darla. That's just mean," I pout. "Don't start a story unless you're
willing to end it."
"Well,"
I know I shouldn't but- "He didn't call and he was late so I left. Made
him chase me around France and Spain for a couple weeks. Let him presents
though. Let him find my humans covered in me," I laugh at the memory and
he seems interested.
"See,
Angelus doesn't like to admit it, but he's also got a jealous and protective
streak, which is in a way, how I kept him away from you and Drusilla so much.
He just didn't like this last bout of anger."
And then
I really can't help but start laughing, "God, I really am a bitch," I
say and we both start laughing.
And I
know, this is just bizarre. We're lying here.... talking? Huh? Us? If Angelus
walked in, he'd think someone put a spell on us or something.
It's
not a bad thing though. I know Angelus will be relieved. Sure, he'll be
confused at first. But when he gets over the initial shock, I think he'll be
happier that we're getting along. Which actually *is* what he's been trying to
tell me for decades. And yeah, I know, shame on me for refusing to try, but
what can I say? I'm just stubborn. I wasn't about to reach out to her to get my
hand bitten off in response.
But now
that I know she's willing to try, I think it might actually work. Not that
we'll get along perfectly but it (hopefully) won't be as bad as it was in the
past. And also, hopefully, I'll get to see a lot more of my sire, as a result.
All in all, not a bad result to a deal I was sure, just hours ago, was destined
to make me miserable.
When
we've finally stopped I roll on top of him and straddle him. "You do
remember that everything we said and did stays *between* us. Not to Dru and
especially not to Angelus. Understood?"
"Whatever,"
I shrug. I don't really care if she wants to keep Angelus in the dark about our
new 'understanding'. It doesn't affect me any. It's not like he won't figure
out we called a truce, eventually.
"Good."
I can't really have this stuff coming out. Angelus doesn't really know about
some of it and I don't want him to at this point.
I glance
at the clock, "We've still got a few hours until they come back.
Shower?" I ask with a shrug as I stand up and go into the bathroom.
"Sure," I agree as I
follow her. I wonder if Drusilla and Angelus had as much fun tonight as we did?
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