-Part Three-
AUTHORS: dru as Darla & Evil Willow as
Angelus (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Around the World
PAIRING : Angelus/Darla
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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I stare
at her in utter disbelief. "But... we.. I thought...?" Damn it. Here
I thought we were going to have some fun bondage games or something like that.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather find a different game to play?" I
ask, pulling her close and thrusting my hips against hers.
"Now,
you can bring back two." I purr softly as I gyrate my hips a little.
"And hurry back, Lover. I do so hate waiting."
Shit! I
open my mouth to protest again and think better of it. This is bad enough as it
is, I don't want to test her further. Well. At least she didn't give me any
orders as to the *type* of men I am to bring home. So this doesn't have to be
completely unenjoyable for me.
I stare
at him for a minute and it seems as though he wanted to protest, but he
doesn't. "Better get going... unless you'd like *me* to choose..."
Oh, no. I don't want her to
choose. She'll tell me to find some nasty, old men. That's just disgusting. She
doesn't have a clue what associations *that* thought brings up. There are some
things even Darla doesn't know about my past before her.
"Are you sure I can't change your mind?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I think I'm just a glutton for punishment. I'd stake myself if there was a sharp wooden object handy because I just gave her the ammunition for doing exactly what I didn't want to give her reason to do.
"You just did." I growl
as I kick him hard enough to knock him out. He *did* say he likes when I chain
him up...
I throw
him onto the bed and get the manacles out, my favorite pair. I've had them
for... a few centuries. I make sure he's secure and go to the closet to get
clothes, but... I wanna leave him a present. I pull on one of my dresses and
walk over to the bed. I cut my wrist and sprinkle some blood over his lips
before leaving. When he wakes up, I'll have his punishment with me.
Oh, in the words of my childe,
bloody hell. I wouldn't know what hit me, if I didn't know Darla so well. Fuck,
my head hurts.
I open my eyes and notice I'm chained to the bed. Well, this might not be so bad after all. I lick my lips clean of her blood, sighing contentedly. Except I don't see her. "Darla? Love?" I call.
God I love tourists, they're so
completely ignorant and ready to do whatever. Vacation is a time of liberation.
Especially for the five young men I have with me.
Well, not young in human terms anyway, but young compared to *my* four centuries. I glance at them as we reach the house. Sixty. Fifty. And forty. And 20 and 21. Three for him and two for me.
I smile at them. "I really
appreciate you all coming here. He's too embarrassed to admit his fetish so I
help him any way I can."
"You must really love him,
Darla." One says.
"Oh yes." I whisper,
"Yes I do."
I walk in and they follow me. "Liam, Darling?" I ask as I motion for them to wait. "Oh good, you're up."
"Of
course," I smile. "It takes more than that to keep me out for very
long. You know that. So did you change your mind? Are we going to play
one-on-one?" I lick my lips as I look her up and down hungrily.
I slip
my dress off and climb up the bed. "More than two hundred years and you
*still* don't know me." I whisper as I rub against him. "I *never*
change my mind. BOYS!" I say loudly and the first two, mine, walk in.
"Meet Tom and Scott. They're from New York."
Fuck. I
look at her, questioningly, but her expression isn't giving away anything. Of
course, I brought this on myself, but... I test the chains, and of course
they're magically reinforced. Well, I'm *not* about to beg. I just stay silent.
"Oh, don't worry,
Love." I say as I run my nail down his chest to the tip of his cock.
"They aren't for you." I say as I slide my way down his body. I
engulf the head of his cock in mouth and swirl my tongue around the head while
my fingers dance on his sac. That's it, my love, get hard.
Once he is, I take the cock ring
off the nightstand and hand it to Tom. "Put this on him while I go get his
presents."
"But..." He starts to
protest.
"PUT IT ON HIM!" I scream and he immediately approaches my beautifully bound boy.
I growl
but stay otherwise silent as the man puts the cock ring on me. He enjoys
looking a little too much. Well, at least he's relatively good-looking, as is
the other one. But what did she mean, they're not for me?
"Angelus,
Darling, I'd like you to meet Mark, Mike and Dan, three friends from Los
Angeles." I announce as I lead them in, all naked.
I can't fucking *believe* this.
Saying I'm unhappy about it would be an understatement. They've all got to be
at least forty years old… My digust has nothing to do with memories of having
to submit to the Master and everything with other memories, which I would
prefer remain buried.
"So, who goes first?" I ask as I feel Tom's hands around my waist.
She
doesn't know I'd break these chains, and kill all the mortals here, if only I
could. Never mind her orders, there are some things I will *NOT* do. But she
doesn't understand why, because I've never told her. And now I'm thinking that
was a mistake. Even though my reasons for keeping that part of my past private
at first was because I didn't want to give her more ammunition to use against
me. But she's using it anyway, even if she doesn't understand why it will work.
I'm
sorry, but everyone has his limits. I strain against the chains. "I'm not
playing this game," I growl.
"It's
not a game." I growl. "Suck it up." I smile at the pun,
"And be a man, else you'll find yourself eating their wives." Again,
double meanings... I laugh and walk over to Mark. I run my finger up his hard
cock, "So... would you like to give him a go? He protests a lot, but he's
a great cocksucker. I've seen him before... so don't hold back."
Damn it. Well, at least he's not
the oldest one here but STILL. "Get the FUCK away from me!" I yell.
The man stops and looks at Darla hesitantly.
"It's
all part of the fantasy." I say. "Shove it in his mouth, just like I
said." I shoot a warning glance at Angelus.
As he approaches me I consider
many painful ways for him to die. What if I just bit his cock OFF? Then what
would she do? I look over at her and decide I don't want to know. I think I
should count myself lucky that she's only making me suck them. There are worse
things she could order me to let them do, after all.
As he moves onto the bed I close my eyes. I'm going to just pretend it's William. Occasionally, in my better moods, I've been persuaded to suck him off. So that's it. I'll just pretend Will's here with me.
"Ya
know, Darling," I moan as I feel Tom's cock slowly enter me. "I
already told them how tight you are. Dan hasn't fucked someone like that since
his fifty-fifth birthday." I announce.
FUCK! My eyes fly open and there
went the nice mental image I had going. Because someone - not William - is now
straddling my head. And this is beyond disgusting and humiliating. This is
just... *wrong.* No matter what I did to her, I don't deserve this.
"You wouldn't," I say to Darla. I growl as I see her riding the youngest one, as he sits in the chair nearby. I open my mouth to protest further, but the mortal... and don't remember his name but I don't much care, either... thrusts his cock into my mouth.
He's warm. That's about all he
has going for him. Damn. I had such high hopes for him. I scream my release,
even though it wasn't the best orgasm I've had, and snap his neck. I stand and
walk over to watch Angelus take it. "Oh, *I* won't. I don't have the
equipment. But I've already promised Dan and he's very excited. Aren't
you?" I ask him.
"It's been so long... I need it." He replies.
"Well get it elsewhere!"
I yell. Unfortunately, since my mouth is otherwise occupied, my words are lost.
Well fuck it. First things first. And I learned this a *long* time ago. Just
because I haven't done it in a while, that doesn't mean I've forgotten how to
do it right.
I begin sucking the human's cock, hard, and he starts moving in and out of my mouth. After a few moments, I deep throat him and growl around him. To my relief, he doesn't have that much stamina. He screams as he climaxes, shooting his seed into my mouth. I swallow a little, but once he's pulled away I spit the rest on the floor.
"SHIIT." The human
screams as he comes.
I walk over and pull him towards me before I snap his neck. The others are too aroused or busy stroking themselves to notice when I put him in the chair. Mortals are so stupid. "So, ready, Dan? You can take him dry, he likes it." I say insistently.
"THE
HELL I DO!" I scream. Doesn't she get that this won't even be *remotely*
enjoyable for me? In the past, she's
made me suffer, but she's never been THIS cruel. "Darla, I will do
*anything* you want, but not this. And if you make me... " I pause for a
moment. If I make this threat, I'll have to follow through with it. But I'm not
so sure I want to do that.
I just
stare at him with my eyebrow raised, daring him.
She called my bluff, of course.
And I don't finish the threat, because I couldn't ever leave her. No matter
what she did to me. And I'm too proud to tell her, in front of them especially,
why I can't deal with this turn of events. So I just shut my mouth and stay
silent.
Until the man approaches. And I
thought I could handle this... after all I'm not that same, worthless, weak
human who learned his only use, so many years ago. I'm a master vampire, damn
it! But apparently, I'm a master vampire who's not very good at reliving old
horrors.
I turn back to Darla. "Are you sure you really want to break me, Darla?" I ask quietly.
I'm
about to question him when I feel Scott's arms around me and it's not the time.
I turn quickly and snap his neck as well. "Break you?" I ask as I
turn to him. "It's just sex, Angelus. And you said you'd do anything. Am I
to assume that you don't submit to me? Cause if you really did, you'd suck it
up and stop being a baby. Obviously *I* can't make you listen, so I've resorted
to other methods." And then I turn to Dan, "Fuck him already." I
say as I unhook one of his wrists so he can flip over.
I pull my hand out of her grasp. "'Stop being a baby.' Funny. I heard that one the *first* time--" I shut my mouth quickly. I didn't mean to open that can of worms. Not that I think she noticed. And if she did, it would only be more ammunition, I'm sure. I roll over without another word.
The mortal approaches and I ignore
him. I can put up with this... just like I put up with the Master. The
difference being that *unlike* the Master, this man will be dead once I get my
hands on him. Just like that other someone, who he has an uncanny resemblance
to.
What was his name again? So many
years ago... Oh, yes. Jeremiah Jones. A nice church-going headmaster of the
boy's school where my parents sent me for two years. Unfortunately, the name
was where the image of morality stopped. He had a preference for boys... and I
caught his attention. Also unfortunately for me, he only had an interest in his
*own* pleasure.
The humans hands on me brings me
back to the present. That disgusting, wrinkled skin. I shudder at the feeling.
I only let the Master fuck me once and there was a reason for that. I never
intended to go back to feeling like that frightened boy again and I still
don't. It took me over a year to get up the courage to kill the headmaster, but
I *was* only thirteen. I'm a Master vampire now and I won't waste a moment's
thought on whether to kill *this* human.
I can't do this. Not even for Darla. I growl loudly and use my free arm to knock the mortal off me and onto the floor. "I'll rip your fucking throat out, if you come near me again," I threaten. I plan on doing it anyway, but he doesn't know that.
"ANGELUS!" I scream as
I slap his ass hard with my hand.
I rush over to the human, though
I don't know why... now that I think about it, this isn't as much fun as I
thought it'd be. Certainly it'd be better if it were just Angelus and I. But
now, it's a matter of principle.
Punishment and follow through.
And I *will* not waiver.
"I'm sorry." I say. "He's just ill-tempered." He stands up and I turn to Angelus. "I'll make sure he's unable to move. He really does like it, once you get in there." I squeeze Angelus' cock hard and I watch as he winces as I do. "Don't you, Darling?" I ask with yellow eyes and gritted teeth.
"Are you really that oblivious as to what I enjoy?" I retort. "Or do you just not care?" I don't fucking understand her attitude about this. She *knows* I hate to be fucked. She doesn't know why but she knows that simple fact. Perhaps my second theory about her was right. She really doesn't give a shit what *I* want. Come to think of it, most of the time it's about what she wants. Now, granted, more than 75% of the time, I get what I want out of it later. But it doesn't do anything for my need to be in control of things. And she wonders why I spend time with my childer.
I push
him on his back and straddle him. I rub my wet cleft against the head of his
cock and slowly slide up his body so I can tell him something. "I *don't*
care right now. *This* isn't about *you*, Angelus. It's about *you* trying to
please your sire and showing me that *I'm* your priority. It's about pledging
your loyalty to your creator." Then I kiss him quickly and pull away,
"Unless *you* just don't care..."
"After
over two centuries, if you don't know all those answers, then it's a little too
late to try to convince you now," I reply. "But you *are* my sire so
I'll do this if you ask. However, things will never be the same between
us... It's up to you Darla. Whether you
just want me to be your childe, or you want me to be your mate."
"*You're*
giving *me* an ultimatum?" I growl at his audacity. I grab the mortals
cock and pull him towards the bed. "How about this... you give me one good
reason why I shouldn't let him rip you apart, *Boy*."
"Better
yet, give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you now for your insolence!"
Pride has always been an issue,
between the two of us. And maybe, if it weren't for this human, I'd explain why
I'd do anything *but* this, willingly, for her. But he's here, and I never show
weakness in front of humans. I roll back onto my stomach, without another word.
I haven't decided yet, whether I'll leave when this is over. I suspect I won't
be able to. However, as I said, things will never be the same between us. I'll
never trust her again, that much is certain.
The mortal crawls up onto the bed behind me. I try my damndest to remember how I would escape when I was a boy. I'd pretend I was somewhere else. Unfortunately, it's easier to tolerate the Master fucking me, than it is to tolerate a human, who's about the same age and looks like... feels like... smells like... No. Angelus the Scourge of Europe does NOT get afraid of a simple, weak human. I'm not Liam anymore, damn it!
Angelus was always a fighter.
Always. It's how we came to be on our own in the first place. He fought the
Master and the Master let us go. And yes, I understand how ridiculous it is for
me to tell Angelus to be faithful to his sire when I'm far from respectful of
mine. And yes, I'm a slut for mortal men yet I demand him to be true to me
only. And Angelus has spent our entire existence together calling me on these
very ideas. He's a fighter.
So for him to roll over and offer
his ass... and now he's scared? He's actually fearful... And one thing he's
never done is threaten me, perhaps in a playful game, but not for real. He wouldn't
dare. Something's wrong.
"Dan, give us a
minute." I look around and notice that my party of five is limited now to
Dan. I'm not sure where the other two, that aren't dead, went. "Perhaps
you can find Mike." I suggest. He seems about to protest, but then thinks
better of it for whatever reason. I sometimes think that humans can at least
*guess* when there might be danger.
He leaves and I stand there. Waiting for him to turn over and explain or something, or look relieved... I'm not sure.
I didn't even notice he left, for
a moment. I wasn't altogether here, I was somewhere in Dublin. Remembering all
the things Headmaster Jones taught me. Things I never cared to learn, not that
he cared about that.
When it occurs to me the mortal is
gone, I look around the room. I'm hoping to see his dead body but I'm not that
lucky. Wonderful. That means this *isn't* over yet.
So why did she stop this? I look at her, questioningly. "What?" I ask.
"You
tell me." I say. "Tell me what would my make my vicious childe fear a
human."
Oh shit.
How did she... I didn't think I gave anything away... but I *wasn't* all here,
either. Maybe she's just bluffing. "I don't know what you're talking
about," I reply.
"Okay."
I say as I head towards the door. "Then I'll just tell Dan and the other
to come in and they can all have a go at you."
"Wait,"
I say. She has no way of knowing this, but I've been there and done that, also.
And I don't want a repeat. Jeremiah got drunk one night and I was the
entertainment of choice for him and his friends. That was the breaking point
for me, though. A week later, I killed him - stabbed him in the stomach with a
letter opener and watched him bleed to death. Nobody ever found out who killed
the "poor man."
"For
what? Another ultimatum? Or are you actually going to tell me what the fuck is
wrong with you?! Because I'm not stupid. This isn't just about your
pride."
What a choice. I can either tell
her something that I haven't told *anyone*; or relive those memories again in a
more painful way. Of course, I could always tell her and then find out I've
given her more ideas for punishing me.
Silence. "Fine." I say. "How about this ultimatum?" I say as I walk to the bed and unchain him completely. "You either leave and don't ever come back, or tell me what the hell is going on."
Or that's always another option, I
suppose.
But then why would I have chased
her for two weeks, if moving on was that simple a choice?
Fuck. I roll onto my back and sit
against the headboard. I don't look at her, as I say, "I didn't learn how
to suck cock from the Master. He wasn't the first man to fuck me, either."
I get up and walk to the window, looking out. It's still quiet; I guess the
bullfights are still going.
"I was thirteen. He... wasn't." I wait for the mocking, the laughter, the sneering, but it doesn't come. "He was about Dan's age, as a matter of fact."
"Oh."
I always told him that what we
were informs all that we become. And that's true. Most vampires and demons
don't believe it, but it does. I should know... I leave the room and go into
the kitchen where I find the missing men having fun of their own. I make quick
work of their, snapping each of their necks. We'll clean them up in the
morning.
"Oh." That's all she says and then she's gone. And now I'm worried, because I have no clue what happens now. Does she bring them back so she can play on one of my .... only... weaknesses? Or does she ... what? I have no fucking idea.
I walk back in and feel his
slight fear. I hold my hand on my abdomen. I've always been able to feel my
family, particularly my childer.
"After my parents died, and I'd whored twice, one of the clients chained me to the bed. I was fourteen and barely understood sex. I certainly hadn't gained any pleasure from it, except for the food I got at the end... He took a knife to me to open me up for him..." He turns and looks at me. "That's why I do not allow knife play in our games."
I don't have to ask, the absence
of the sound of heartbeats tells me she killed them. But why? I look over at
her as she tells me one of *her* stories. And it's strange that this is the
first time she's ever told me anything about her life before she was turned.
But I still don't understand her sudden change of heart. If she wanted to punish me, she was doing wonderfully. I'm also not sure this is really over. Call me cynical but I have trust issues... as does she.
Yes, I
know this is the first thing he knows about before I was saved, before the
Master, before eternity. But perhaps what is lacking between us is not
discipline or promises, but basic connection? Depth? Sharing? I'm not sure, but
perhaps the best method of keeping him by my side is something completely out
of our range of activities... I suppose it's worth a try. "Angelus?"
I ask, as he's been really quiet.
"Yes,
Love?" I ask, even as I steel myself for the next blow.
"Do you want to leave?" I ask seriously. "Because I need to know if-"
"Did
I say I was going anywhere?" I reply. "It wouldn't make much sense,
after I tracked you all over the continent for two weeks. The real question, I
think, is don't you want me to go?" I wasn't exactly the obedient childe
tonight and I wouldn't blame her if she's had enough of me.
I look
to the floor for a second. My hair falls over my shoulders and in my eyes. I
push it behind my ears and look up at him standing there and I smile. "I
wouldn't have chosen you for a mate had I wanted you gone."
Why
doesn't she want me gone? Okay, when have I questioned something that turned
out to my benefit? Never. She wants me to stay, so we'll leave it at that.
"Good point." I walk over to her and add, "I am sorry I didn't
give you what you wanted... and that I caused so much trouble with the
Master."
"We'll
figure that out later. And as for not giving me what I wanted," I smile
and close the distance between our bodies. I press myself against him,
"That has yet to be seen."
I smirk
as I look down at her face. "Oh? Did you have anything in mind,
Love?"
"Well,"
I brush my lips across his nipples, "I want this human slime off me."
I feel his hands wrap around my waist and his cock starts to harden against my
body, "Perhaps you'd like to join me in the shower?"
TBC
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