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
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
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"Sounds
like a plan." I say. "I'll pack my things. I've got some suitcases
under the bed." I point and he walks over and gets them. "Angelus...
I... I really enjoyed myself tonight... in the shower."
I smile.
"So did I, Love. I always do."
"No,
I mean, I *really* enjoyed myself, more so than I ever have before
with..."
I put the suitcases on the bed and
walk over to her. "I'm glad to hear it," I reply as I take her in my
arms. "Especially when - and I know you probably won't believe this, but
it's true ... I prefer to be with you, over anyone else.
"Darla..." I might piss her off by bringing this up, but oh, well. "I don't go to visit my childer because I'm tired of you. Far from it. I'd like for us to all be in the same house... or at least the same city. I just go to visit them because I feel like ... they *need* me. And I need to feel that occasionally."
"*I*
need you."
I stifle
my skeptical response because I can see in her eyes that she's being truthful.
And it just makes it even clearer how clueless I am when it comes to her. I
can't think of anything brilliant to say, though, so I kiss her instead.
He
kisses me deeply and I think if I had to breathe, I wouldn't be. He does that
sometimes. He knocks me off my feet every now and then. I push him away and
wipe my mouth with a smile. "Packing." I say. "We'll save the
rest for your hotel room."
"All
right, Love," I agree as I help her get her things together. I have no
problem with her suggestion. I didn't really like smelling those males all over
that bed. At least I can't smell them on her anymore and that's a plus.
"So,"
I go the closet and grab all my dresses. "Where are they?"
"Who?"
"William
and Drusilla."
Oh. And
here I thought she wasn't really serious about letting them back in our home.
"Well, unless things have changed in the last couple weeks, still in
Prague," I reply.
"We
can send them a telegram or letter or something. Have them meet us in London
and then I think perhaps we'll settle somewhere in the Americas. How does that
sound?"
"That's
fine with me," I say. "Are you sure?"
"Sure?"
I ask as I empty out the drawers. "No." I say as I hand him some
books from the dresser.
That's
what I thought. "We'll make it work this time," I say. She doesn't
look convinced, though. "We will," I repeat. "I will. I won't
let William aggravate you anymore."
"Well,"
I start. I'm not *sure* I want to tell him this, but I would like to make him
more my mate than my childe. "I suppose I was not always fair to him and
he *has* killed four slayers... The Master didn't approve of you either and
you've been here more than *he* ever was, so perhaps William must have some
redeeming qualities..." And that's all I'm going to say about that.
"But I *will* have him in my bed and he *will* prove himself."
Oh, he has his redeeming
qualities, all right. Usually having to do with when his mouth is occupied with
something other than being a smart-ass. But I guess she can find that out,
herself.
"Can
I watch?" I ask with a grin, and that mental image just made me speed up
on my part of the packing. I *really* need to get Darla back to my hotel room.
I smile
at him and squeeze his cock while I whisper, "In your dreams."
I groan
and pull her against me, leaning in to nip at her neck as I say, "No. In
my, dreams I'd be *participating*."
"Oh
really." I say as I expose my neck to him a little more. "And what
*exactly* would you be doing?"
"Whatever
you wanted," I purr as I thrust my hips against hers. I lick my way up to
her earlobe and nibble on it, making her moan and arch against me.
"I'll
have to remember that for when I'm fucking him." I say crudely and pull
out of his grasp completely. "Let's get out of here. I'm hungry." And
I turn with a wink towards the door. I actually feel pretty good about this...
this being free thing.
I grab
the bags and follow her, trying to shake off those delicious mental images that
I was conjuring. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll get to make them real. But for now,
my priority is getting Darla back to my room and into bed. And staying there
for... well, I'm thinking a few days would be good.
We get
to the street and walk towards his hotel, winding through the little
sidewalk-roads. "I'd forgotten how much you like to watch, my
Darling." I say as I slide my hand down my body toward my sex as we walk.
"I
suppose I learned the enjoyment of that from you," I reply as I watch her
intently. And now that I think about it, perhaps I should have just invited her
to watch while I was with Dru or Spike... maybe then she'd have seen that it
was just one more way of keeping my rank as sire intact.
"I
suppose. Perhaps we'll have to test your theory." I muse as he points
towards the hotel. "Staying in the Alfonso are you? Who'd you kill to get
a room there?"
One of the 'cheap whores' she
smelled on me, who just happened to be a ... I don't remember. Someone
important, and very very rich. But Darla doesn't really need to know that. I'm
not interested in more jealousy games at the moment.
So I just
shrug in reply. We walk inside and to the elevator. Unfortunately, with a hotel
this fancy, there's an elevator operator. I guess the rich and famous don't
wish to be bothered with such lowly tasks as pushing a floor button. Damn it. I
should have remembered that. So much for my hopes of a quickie in the elevator.
We'll just have to wait until we get to my - I mean, Juanita's - room.
But
unlike my first entrance into Darla's house, Juanita is not in her room
anymore. The body has already been disposed of. And the maid's been present, so
hopefully her scent is not as noticeable now.
I look
around the room and it's as I expected. Gorgeous. Classy. Smells like...
"Not a cheap whore, huh? I must say, I'm rather disappointed, Angelus.
What was she? A politician's wife? The president's daughter?"
"No,"
I shrug. "Old money. Granddaughter of a ... duke or something. I can't
remember. She was incredibly boring but an easy target, since her husband was
in Monte Carlo with his mistress."
"Seems
a bit trite for you, my Dear. Care to test your luck with someone else? Your
choice?" I ask as he places the bags on the bed.
"Not
really interested in anyone else, now that I've found you finally," I
reply as I walk over to her. "I seem to recall you said something about a
bath?"
"I
*am* hungry." I say before rubbing myself against him. "Though I
suppose I could always eat you."
"Well...."
I pull her close, "why go out, when we can order room service?" I ask
with a grin.
I slide
my hand down and stroke his aching cock, "My oh my, why indeed!" I
whisper before attacking his mouth.
I growl
into her mouth as she squeezes my cock, painfully. When she pulls away, I reach
for the telephone and dial the number. "Room service? Bring us....
whatever your special is. Two orders. Quickly." I hang up the phone and
turn back to Darla. "Now, whatever shall we do while we're waiting for
dinner to arrive?" I wonder as I look her up and down hungrily.
"Chess?"
I say as I walk seductively towards him, my hips swaying.
I chuckle as I grab her hips,
pulling her back to me. "I'm sure we can think of something more ...
enjoyable than that," I purr. I kiss her and squeeze one of her breasts
through the flimsy material of her dress.
"Bath?"
I suggest. I lick my way down to her throat, and my fingers pinch and tug at
her nipple, making her gasp and arch against me.
I push
him roughly back onto the bed and jump on top of him. "Oh, surely the king
and queen did the nasty before every game, don't you think, Angelus?" I
grind into him, "And I'm willing to bet vital parts of your anatomy that
she gave those knights a ride too."
I know she's talking, but surely
she can't expect coherent conversation at the moment. All my brain is saying
is: "Fuck now." And my body's in complete agreement with that
proposition.
"Hmm," I reply
non-committally as I slip my hands up her thighs, under her skirt. Of course
she still didn't bother with underwear. I figure we have at least an hour
before our meal arrives, and I'm dying to be inside her again. And I can tell
by how wet she is, that she's quite ready for that, too.
She
continues to grind her hips against mine and I slip a finger inside her. She
purrs and squeezes it with her muscles. I smile and thrust two more fingers
inside her. She shouts my name and bucks forward, pushing my fingers deeper. I
scratch my nails over her G-spot and she whimpers, leaning back to give me
better access. I groan as she rubs her ass against my cock, straining to get
free of the confines of my pants.
Okay, enough with the small talk,
I assume. Ordinarily, he gets hot when I talk to him, but apparently there
comes a point, when you haven't been together in more than a month, when you've
just gotta do it.
And that's fine because I never
mind having him ram his cock into me.
Which is
what I want now because his fingers are good, but... I rip his pants off and he
growls before I slam myself down on his rampant cock.
"FUCK!"
I yell as I thrust up into her, even deeper. I reach up and pull her dress off,
over her head. And that's just much better. I reach up to knead her breasts,
just hard enough to add a little pain to the equation... just the way she likes
it. And she begins to ride me, fast, just the way both of us like it.
"Mmm..."
I moan as I set a fast pace. I can feel his hips meeting mine as I slam onto
him. He just feels too fucking good inside me. He's so huge, it just feels like
he's gonna rip me apart every time we're together.
She squeezes me with her muscles
and I'm too close already. It's just been too long since we've been together.
But I still plan on holding out for as long as possible. I *do* have a
reputation to protect and I'll try to keep it intact.
I let her
control the pace, thrusting deeper into her as she slams herself down on me.
One hand continues to tease and knead her breasts, and the other wanders down
her body. I find her clit and scratch it with my thumbnail.
"Angelus!" I gasp. He's so predictable in the sense that he really needs to come but doesn't want to hurt his precious pride by coming before me. "Poor Angelus," I whisper, "You try so hard to make Mummy lose control. But you know," I bite his ear, "That it takes more to make *me* come before I want to."
I growl and flip us over. I don't
give a fuck if she'll be upset later, I need to come now. And she'll come
too... so 'it's all good'... as my childe likes to say. I begin to pound into
her, as I pin her hands above her head. We both know she could overpower me, if
she wanted to. So the fact that she doesn't do that tells me she's not too
pissed. Yet.
She wraps her legs around my hips
and meets my thrusts eagerly. "Angelus," she moans, arching up
against me and rubbing her nipples against me. I lick my way down her throat
and then move my head further down to suckle one of her breasts.
With the change in angle, my cock
must be hitting her G-spot quite regularly, the way she's whimpering and
squeezing me with her muscles. I bite her nipple, making her moan my name. I really want to sink my fangs into
that soft, tender skin and drink her down. But I control myself, even though
the thought makes me even harder. The power in
her blood is intoxicating. Not to mention that when we're sharing blood, I feel
less her childe and more her mate.
But I understand why she doesn't allow it often. She *is* my sire, and the line is blurred enough, as it is. At least, that's an argument the Master has used in his many tirades against her choosing me as her mate. And in a way, I understand the arguments. But I still wish she'd trust me enough to know I would never lose respect for her. She made me and has given me everything I've ever wanted. I'm not going anywhere.
Good. He's actually starting to
take some control over the situation without permission. Like a mate should.
He's holding my hands above my
head, squeezing my wrists just a little, enough to hurt, but not enough to
challenge. And it surprises me when I actually think that I might enjoy being
his bound toy one day. And that thought just plows right through me and I
squeeze him harder than I think I have before.
I know I've shifted, but he's still hanging on to that little bit of control. I can hear his blood calling to mine. I know he does too, but he's fighting it. A mate should take without permission, thought. Why shouldn't we act like mates since that's why I changed him to begin with?
I bare
my neck to his eyes and pull him towards me.
Oh fuck.
"Darla," I moan, wondering why she's torturing me like this.
My dear boy always was a little
dense. But he *must* do it on his own. He *did* come before without my
permission, though I don't think it was a conscious effort, but it's time to be
mates. Especially if I'm to be respected by his childer. I think they would see
me more as *their* sire, rather than an obstacle.
So I do nothing except throw my head back more and bare my throat as I pull him closer.
I'm not
sure if she's testing me, or trying to tell me something. But I can't resist
the urge, anyway, as I slip into gameface again. Fuck, she can just punish me
later, I don't care anymore. I growl and sink my fangs into her neck, drinking
deeply.
"ANGELUS!"
I screech as he takes a deep pull of blood from my throat and I sink my fangs
into his neck as well.
Blood
has always been part of our sex. Not because we're vampires, but because we
want to devour each other.
I
withdraw my fangs and whimper, feeling my orgasm approaching. I slip a hand
between us, and pinch her clit roughly, sending her screaming into her climax.
Her muscles squeeze me painfully and I shout her name as my climax overtakes me
as well.
"FUCKANGELUSHARDER!"
I scream as he continues to pound into me as we come together in a sea of fury.
I slow down, finally until I collapse on top of her. Still
remaining inside her, I roll us over on our
sides as we both pant for breath, recovering from our orgasms. Shit. "That
was incredible," I murmur as I kiss her deeply.
I can't believe she's not ranting
at me for drinking from her without permission, though. She would have, by now,
if she was mad. So I guess.... no, I don't know what's going on. Hopefully
she'll give me a hint or two, soon.
She curls up against me, tucking her head under my chin. And even if I don't know what's changed, I like it. I feel closer to her than I ever have before.
"Incredible
doesn't even begin to cover it." I say as I snuggle against him. I listen
to my blood singing in his veins and kiss him lightly. "So, I figure we'll
meet them in Paris and go. Perhaps to Los Angeles? I've heard fun things about
the place and I've never been."
"Sounds
good to me, Love," I agree with a smile. "America sounds like a good
place for us to start ... I mean for *you* to start a clan of your own."
"You're
not planning on coming with me?"
"Of
course I am," I say with a puzzled look. "I just meant that you'd be
the head of the clan. Of course."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
I ask. "Of all of us, you're the highest ranking vampire... so who else
would be the ruler of the clan?"
"Well,
I assumed that as my mate, you'd rule with me."
I'm
speechless. I never thought that she'd ... I mean, I always figured her rank as
sire was more important than us being mates. I guess I was mistaken.
"Oh."
I
suppose that part of us being mates includes me *not* being purposely
patronizing. So I suppose that I should just explain it instead of ignoring his
confusion. "After all, you're two and half centuries old and have childer
of your own. *And* the Master always refused to recognize us as mates. If we're
free of him, why *shouldn't* we act like what we are?"
Wow. I can't believe it, but
again, I'm not one to argue with things that work to my benefit. "I'm not
going to argue with that," I reply with a smile as I lean in for another
kiss. I guess being free of the Master, finally, has its advantages, *beyond*
just being 'free of the Master.' One of those advantages being that we don't
have to play by his rules anymore, instead able to make up our own rules.
That's exactly what I have wanted to do, ever since we left the court almost
two centuries ago.
So now
we'll both get what we want. A new home, a new clan of our own, and a city to
rule. And I think it's about time.
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