-Part Three-
AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Angelus (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Around the World
PAIRING : Angelus /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
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That was
fun, actually. As I get to my feet, I grin at the incredibly confused look on
his face as he tries to figure out who I am and what the hell happened to his
sire. I kiss him, deeply, and then step into the not-so-hot-anymore spray to
wash my hair quickly.
Once finished, I move out of the way and watch Spike as he washes his hair. He finally turns off the shower and we step out and towel off. He keeps glancing at me occasionally, that suspicious look still lingering. I don't say a word though; he'll get up the nerve to ask me eventually.
That
was blackmail is what it was.
Oh
yeah, well, not blackmail in the most strictest sense. But blackmail
nonetheless.
Or
bribery? Or incentive? Give Spike a little and get him to kiss your feet and
sing your praises. Well, ain't gonna happen, *Angelus*. I look over at him as
he grabs a towel. Cor, he's gor- NO!
I.
Will. Not. Cave.
And I
sure as hell won't tell him I was planning on coming with him *before* that
little sub-position of his.
Definitely
won't *ever* tell him that!
"Wanna beer?"
I shrug. "Sure," I reply. I follow him out to the
bedroom. You know, I'm sure this makes me a really bad sire for not noticing
before but... "Where's Drusilla?"
He
follows me into my room and I throw him a beer from my mini-fridge. Damn, I
love this century. The best by far I think. Of course it's only the second I've
known intimately.
He just
noticed that Dru is missing?
I shrug. "Sung about the stars one too many times." And I point to a pile of dust on the floor in the corner.
He almost gets me with that, but then I see the twinkle in
his eyes. "Cute," I roll my eyes. And I think I said that with enough
sarcasm... I hope. "Seriously, Spike. Where is she?"
I open my beer and flop onto the bed. "She had a
vision about a dark witch. We found her a week ago and Dru's been giddy all
week long, trying out teleportation spells and the like. They were gonna go
kill some fledges tonight and try out a couple spells. Figure she'll be back
soon enough. Why?"
Okay, at
least she's not alone. That's all right then. Hopefully.
She'll
be fine. She's strong; even if she is mentally unstable. Besides, the Master
wouldn't try anything yet. And even if he did, she's probably safer out of the
house, where he'd attack first. So I'm not going to worry about Dru or give
Spike reason to worry about her either.
"Just
wondering," I shrug. He raises an eyebrow at me and I don't think he's
convinced. Of course my acting a little less than dominating earlier might have
already got him wondering.
Of
course I told Spike about my concerns that the Master might try to come after
them. But I *didn't* tell Spike that I'm sure that will happen. He'll go after
my childer because that's the way to hurt me, without affecting Darla. He knows
I'll have no choice but to retaliate if he does. And I'm not stupid enough to
think I can take on the whole clan and survive it.
So if he
does succeed in taking out Spike and Dru he'll get the added bonus of forcing
me into a fight. And he'll get Darla back in the end, which is what he always
wanted.
So I have every intention of taking my family and getting them as far away from the Master as is possible.
"Why?" I insist.
I notice my bags just inside the door. Oh, good; the minions
brought my things in. I open one of them and locate a pair of boxers.
"Why, what?" I ask him as I pull them on. Truthfully, I was so lost
in my thoughts I've forgotten what we were talking about.
I
stand up and pull on some jeans and a tee shirt. Black, of course. And I grab
my Docs and throw them on. "Fine." Bastard wants to suck me and treat
me like an equal and then slams me this way? I don't think so.
"Whatever," I snap. "I'm goin' huntin'," I say as I head
for the door.
There's
no fuckin' *way* he's pullin' this shit on me! I don't care. He don't wanna
tell me, that's fine. But I'm sure as hell not gonna stand around waitin' for
him to *actually* treat me like I matter.
If I wanted to be invisible, I woulda gone with Dru!
Well,
fuck. It takes me a minute to figure out what I did to piss him off. And then it
hits me. He knows I'm keeping something from him and he assumes ... well I'm
not sure, but he obviously doesn't understand why I haven't told him.
Normally I'd leave him alone and let him cool off before I tried to talk to him. But now's not a good time for him to be out on his own. It's not safe. "Spike!" I call after him. I get another pair of pants on and run down the stairs. I catch up with him at the front door and grab his arm. "Wait," I turn him to face me. "Give me a minute to finish getting dressed and I'll come with you."
"I'm over a hundred years old, Angelus. Don't need an
effin' babysitter." I yank my arm away from him and grab my duster to take
with me.
Damn it!
I stand in the doorway, blocking him from leaving. "If I didn't think you could
take care of yourself, not to mention Drusilla, I never would've let Darla send
you away.
"But this isn't about just defending yourselves from humans and the occasional rival demon, not anymore. And I won't stand by and let anything happen to you or Drusilla."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask as I
stop and look at him. "Does this have anything to do with Darla and the
clan?" He *did* mumble something about it before, but... "What could
happen?"
"I'd rather not think about what could happen," I
admit. "But I should have told you earlier that it's not just possible the
Master will send other vampires after you two. It's very likely
because..." I sigh. "It just is."
"Oh."
I
think I understand what 'could happen' and he's right, let's not dwell on, or
think about what 'could happen'.
The
Master is a fuckin' old, ugly psychotic with power, a thirst for blood, and a
huge dick (from what I'm told.) And *I* certainly don't want it up me. Angelus
is one thing. He doesn't have talons! I've thus far been able to keep out of
the Court and I intend to keep it that way.
So
it's obvious I'm gonna have to figure this one out on my own. Master gave Darla
the boot for... Angelus, of course. They're going to the States to start their own
brood. And she's agreed out of the goodness of her little black, twisted heart
to 'let' us come along. AKA she wants to ensure Angelus' place with her so we
must be on the same continent, and if we cause trouble she'll beat my ass
before whipping Dru and making us both *wish* we were with the Master.
Sounds like a party!
He's not
trying to push his way past me, so that's a start. But I don't know if he
really understands yet. "I realize that it's not fair that you two are
caught in the middle of this mess between us and the Master. But you are and I
can't do anything about it other than to try to --" I catch myself before
I say 'protect you' because I know my childe and he'd get irritated by that. He
can protect himself, or so he thinks.
"Look, I don't think Dru's in any danger tonight. If they tried anything they'd come here, first." The real reason she's not in danger is because the Master knows that Spike is my favored childe. And I'm not sure why I chose not to tell Spike this. I suppose it has something to do with the fact I've never said anything about him being my favored, even though it's probably obvious to everyone involved.
"All you had to do was say that," I say and throw
my duster back on the hook.
I blink
a couple times before I realize he's responding to my half-truth about why
Drusilla's safe for the moment. You know, it's very complicated trying to keep
straight what I've said out loud and what I've only thought. But I relax and
walk back into the living room. I need a drink.
I pour myself a glass of whiskey and look up at him. "Want one?"
"Nah."
I can
see it in his eyes; he's still trying to figure out what I haven't said. But
he's not leaving, at least. I down the whiskey then pour myself another and
gulp it too. Now I feel much calmer.
I really want to ask him if he's planning on coming with me but I'm not sure if I'll like the answer. So I ask him something else because I'm not sure I've explained that issue well enough. "Will... do you understand why I think he might go after you two?"
"Sure," I reply. "We're your childer and
we're in danger."
That's
what I thought. He doesn't get it. "Not just because you're my childer.
But because..." And of course I don't like admitting things like this but I
have always tried to treat him like an equal. But I can see how it would tick
him off when I keep him in the dark about important things.
"Because hurting you is the best way to hurt me." There, I said it. And now I need another drink.
"Oh."
I say
that a lot with him just because he's not very forthcoming with the details.
But
this... this means he really goes care. About *me*. And Dru, but especially
about *me*. And if he does *care* then perhaps going to America with him and
the blonde bint wouldn't be that bad. As long as Dru and I have our own lair,
'cause last time we were sharing living space, I ended up getting beaten and
almost staked. And I prefer *not* to have a repeat performance of *that*.
"Oh," I repeat. That's really all I can get out right now.
I've
actually rendered Spike speechless? That's gotta be a first. I do hope I don't
end up paying for basically admitting that he -they - matter to me.
"Spike, if you'll agree to come to New York with us, you and Dru won't have to live in the same house. I think it's probably better if you don't. You and Darla don't get along and I don't expect that to change. I just ask that you be civil to her, okay? And, um..." He's not going to be happy about Darla's terms for letting them come with us. I thought she was kidding at first, but she wasn't. And there was no talking her out of it. I'm just not sure how to get William to agree to it.
"Bloody hell, WHAT?" I growl. I hate this
cryptic-ass shit that he pulls. You'd think he had a freakin' soul the way he
prances around things! A ensouled vampire? *There's* a scary thought.
"Darla won't agree to let you and Dru return to us
unless you can ... 'prove your worth' is how she put it." I look up at him
but he just looks puzzled. "In bed."
By the look on his face now, I doubt he's going to
agree. She's not his favorite person
and I think that's one of the reasons she came up with this idea. What she
really wants is to put him in his place. Something she thinks I haven't done.
But if he does agree to this, I'm going to have to figure out a way to make it
up to him later.
I stand and look at him in shock for a few minutes. I take
offense to that! "You say that like I am *not* the *best* damn fuck you've
ever had! I'm wounded!" I clutch my chest, "Might as well stake me in
the heart!" I say jokingly. But he doesn't look too amused. "What?
You're afraid that after spending a night with me *now*, she'll promote me and
kick you out on your ass. But no worries, Angelus. I've got my own crazy bint,
don't need yours."
He is,
actually. The best fuck I've ever had, I mean. But it's not like I'd ever admit
that to him. That would definitely not help his inflated ego.
"No
offense, Will, but I'm not worried about that. You might be able to please her
sexually, but she would never put up with your 'playing' like I do. She's a
little more old-fashioned about the sire/childe issues, don't forget that.
"But you agree, then?" I ask. "You and
Drusilla will come with us?"
I grab his jacket and yank him towards me before kissing him violently for a minute. I actually have to *tear* my lips away and I start to laugh as I walk out the door. "Sure," I shrug. "What have I got to lose?" And then I'm off the porch. Damn I'm hungry.
"Will,
wait for me!" I yell after him. I look outside to see that he is and then
I run upstairs to get dressed. It gives me time to get that stupid grin off my
face. Because I am happy he's agreed. I didn't think it would be that easy, but
I guess he actually wanted to come.
And
after Darla's done with him, I'll just have to remind him why he wanted to stay
with us all over again. And that's *such* a terrible thing to contemplate, it
puts that stupid grin back on my face. I pull on a shirt, slacks and boots and
head back downstairs to meet him again.
I think
I could definitely get used to having my boy nearby again. And I notice the
smile on his face when he sees me; so I think the feeling's mutual.
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