AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Spike/Xander, Angelus/Spike, Angelus/Spike/Xander
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 : dru wrote Spike and Darla, EvilWillow wrote Xander, Angelus (and Spike during the D/S scenes)
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That
definitely got my attention. "Um..." I swallow hard. "Just do it
fast. I really have a low threshold for pain. Not that you should care about
that but if you're giving me a choice then just--"
I sit
up, painfully, I might add.
"What
in the bleedin' hell are you talkin' about, Ducks?"
I think
I'm just tired but that particular pet name causes me to have the mental image
of me *as* a duck, waddling around and quacking. Maybe I'm finally losing my
mind! That would be fitting, I think.
"You.
Kill. Me. Right?" I reply very coherently, given my mental state.
"Oh
bloody hell! Did your friends really ignore you *that* much that you can't
accept the fact that someone might *actually* want you around?"
"Yes!"
Oops. "I mean, no. I mean... You said you changed your mind. So if you're
..." He has really, really blue eyes. Like the sky. GOD! I'm turning into Drusilla!
"I
am *so* confused, just leave me alone so I won't be so obvious an idiot,"
I moan and throw my arm back over my eyes. Because it's safer when I'm not
looking at him, I think.
"Luv,
look at me," I say, but he doesn't move. "*Look* at me," I
repeat and pull his arm away from his eyes.
His
eyes are shut. Whatever. "I know I'm not the clearest thinker. I think
half the stuff I want to say and say most everything that's not important. A
hundred years with Dru, and *that's* what you get- but-"
I
take his hand and place it on my wound. He opens his eyes and looks at me.
"If
you had a choice of this," I press his hand into my chest, "Or
*this*," I move his hand to his cock, "Which one would *you*
pick?"
I let
his hand go and stare at him for a second. "I *did* change my mind. *I*
can't kill her. She's too strong, she's proven that, don't you think? Quite
effectively, in fact. I need your help. If we kill her, then we get him all to
ourselves. He's Master, I'm his second- it's perfect."
"You
want *me* to help you kill her?" I ... um, squeak. "Uh, Spike, are
you forgetting there's a little barrier to the killing her plan? He's really
big, really strong and I've already been on his bad side once. Don't really
want a repeat anytime in the next hundred years."
He
looks all disappointed, and that's really cu-- ARGGH! "Look, it's not like
I *don't* want her a pile of dust, but I just don't see how we can do it
without being dusted by Angelus, afterward. I guess we *could* run away, but
that would kinda defeat the reason that we want to kill her and then what would
be the point of that, seems like it would be all for nothing and--"
He puts
a hand over my mouth to stop me. Wow. I really was babbling. And it doesn't
help when you don't have to stop to take a breath.
"We
just need to think is all, Pet. It's just like those bad TV movies. Ya know,
where the woman plots with some devious sinister, ruggedly handsome bloke to
kill hubby off."
I lay
back down because my little bitch wound still hurts.
"Let
me guess. I'm the woman in this scenario? Just because I was talking a lot, *I*
don't see how that's a valid analogy," I reply with a little smile to let
him know I'm just teasing.
"Well,
you're cute, but you're not *ruggedly* handsome. Doncha think? 'Sides, you've
yet to master the sinister-ness of years of vampirism." I wink and then
set to thinkin'.
"Hey,
Luv, do me a favor?"
Oh now there
he goes again, with the 'luv' and it makes my insides all mushy. Okay, I am
*acting* a little like a girl... and he thinks I'm cute???? Am I blushing? No,
vampires don't do that. Oh, god, now he's looking at me all funny so maybe I
*am* blushing.
"Uh...depends
on what it is," I say when I remember that he asked me a question.
"Well,"
I take his hand and place it gently over my heart, "See, it still hurts,
Ducks.
"And
the thing about vampires, well, one of many things, is that kindred heals the like.
Angelus tell you that yet?"
He
shakes his head. "Thought not. Means, sire's blood can heal a childe. And
kindred-spit - saliva - it has healing power, as well. That's why when say
Angelus bites you, he can close the wounds by licking them."
I
wince a little as I look up at him. "Can you-" I look down to our
hands, "While we think this out?"
And
when he says it like that, it seems all so reasonable. And innocent.
Wait,
Spike? Innocent? Don't think so.
But
even so... he's pouting so sexily, as if he's reading my thoughts. And ...
well... oh, fuck it.
I move
our hands away and lean over him, trailing my tongue up over the jagged
cut.
"OHshit!"
I hold his hair as I feel his tongue... "Yessss... get your tongue right
in there, Luv."
Don't talk,
Spike. Because I'm already so hard and I have a really dirty mind, anyway....
Shit.
The
wound is still bleeding a little, and his blood... God. Was that me who
whimpered, or him? Somehow I think it was me.
I
didn't even realize I moved, but I'm lying on top of him now. One of my legs is
between his and I can't help thrusting my cock against his thigh a little as I
continue to swirl my tongue over the cut. He groans and tightens his hand in my
hair.
And I
can feel how hard his cock is, through his jeans. He bucks up against my hip
and I'm so glad I'm not the only one getting turned on by this. I run one of my
hands over his nipple, scratching it lightly.
"FuckXander!"
Okay. Trying to think.
"Slowly,"
I growl as I clutch his hair and hold him against me.
I can
feel him, thrusting, rubbing, *grinding* against my thigh.
"Lave
it," I say against my will. "Else it'll neve-FUCK! DOTHAT
AGAIN!"
Oh....
So he liked it when I pinched his nipple between my fingernails, digging them
into it? I guess I better do it again, to make sure *that* was what he liked so
much.
"FUCKXANDER!"
I arch off the bed a little.
And I
*don't* arch.
I
mean, seriously, Spike does *not* 'arch'.
"FUCK!"
I did it again!
"Okay,
enough fun and games, Pet," I announce as I tear his boxers off.
"Hey,"
I mumble as I continue to lave his wound with my tongue. And it *is* healing.
That's a handy trick to know. "I liked those," I pout up at him.
"You'll
like what I had planned *more*... Ever experiment with pain, Pet?"
"Uh..."
Willingly? No. But I'm not going to think about *that* right now. Not going to
think about that alley and Angelus and screaming and pain and-- Hey! I said I
*wasn't* going to think about it, damn it!
"Luv?"
I ask, noticing how much paler his face got. I really didn't think it was
possible for a vamp to pale, but- he just proved me wrong.
"Um..."
And I know... or I think I do, that Spike's not talking about *that* because
... because... because Angelus said only if I agreed. Yeah, okay. Feeling a
little better. However, Angelus isn't handy at the moment, not that he's a
great protector, anyway.
Yes
thank you brain for that nice memory of how *not* a great protector he can be.
"Hey,"
I say, interrupting his brain babble. "Xander," I say, "Look at
me."
He
does and- I really didn't mean it like- "How bad was it?" I ask him.
Don't
want to think about it. SURE as hell don't want to talk about it. "There's
no 'it' to talk about," I say. "Just fuck me, already. I'm dying
here." I unbutton his jeans and slip my hand inside. I take his cock in my
hand, and yeah. That's the look of Spike distracted. A good thing.
NO!
I bat
his hand away.
"We
*will* talk because you *need* to talk about it." He looks away from me as
I sit up. My chest is feeling *much* better. "Where was it?"
"Oh...
Oh! Yes! Yes, right THERE!"
Oh
that's great. They're awake. And at it some more. Usually I just find my
Discman and turn it up so loud I can't hear them. But Spike wants to *talk.*
Well, I don't want to. And he can't make me.
Somehow
I don't think that retort would work on him, though. Besides, when I look over
at him, he's got that look that makes it clear he can be *much* more stubborn
than me. And you know what? I don't care. Let him try it.
Fine.
I can see it's going to take a little work while the whore-queen and Angelus go
at it.
I
prop myself up against the pillows and as much as I *really* don't wanna
re*un*live-
"While
you and your cartoon pals were toasting the defeat of the Judge, I was being
fucked everyway from Sunday with whatever he could find in the factory. Well,
*fucked* isn't the best word for it but- He was pissed, more than furious. When
he doesn't get his way- his favorite toys are knives. You can imagine..."
I
stop and swallow. I can't- I know how hard it is to talk about this stuff. But-
it's what bonds us, besides blood, besides a hatred for blonde slayers- but I
can't- I look down at my fingers.
Ouch.
And okay, so I got off easier than him. I know this. Because I remember how bad
Angelus was after he lost his soul in Sunnydale. And in comparison, what he did
to me...or the things he let Darla do to me probably can't compare to the
things he did to Spike and Dru in Sunnydale.
"It's
not *that* big of a deal..." I say, turning away again. "He just...
well, it was the night I woke after he turned me. And everything was going so
great, up 'til then. He'd taken me to a hotel, so we could have some time
together, before he had to take me to Darla..."
And he took
me hunting. It was... good. I guess there were a few warning signs that I
should've been paying more attention to obeying him. And when I did something
stupid, he'd... " How'd Spike put it? "...we experimented with
pain... and I didn't... hate it. I didn't want to run away, at least."
I'm
glad that he's opening up a little. I mean, if we're killing Darla and fucking
Angelus for the rest of eternity, we might as well get along. Right?
I turn
and look up at him. He's just sitting there looking at me like he...
understands. I guess he does. At least he's not laughing at me. Yet.
"And
then... he wanted me to fuck this human, while he drained him. And then
I..." I walk over to the door. I know it's locked, but I have to be sure.
And because I have to get a grip on this ridiculous fear. It's not like Angelus
will ever do that again. Because I won't be stupid enough to give him a reason
to.
"He
didn't give me permission," I say, still staring at the door. "But he
had to have known I wouldn't be able not to... not when he touched me and I...
and then... he was so mad. He threw me down and ...
"And
I don't even know if I *can* call it rape because I...he..." And I
remember now why I didn't want to talk or think about this. I still have
nightmares enough. And when I close my eyes I can smell the stench of the alley
and feel the burning pain of him inside me, feel his hand on my cock, making me
like it just enough so I wouldn't be able to find the strength to hate him.
I
stand up and walk over to him after he stops. "I know this is difficult,
Luv. But believe me, it's worse if you *don't* talk."
I
slowly step behind him and wrap my arms around his waist cautiously. I don't
wanna scare him.
I
rest my chin on his shoulder and say, "Is that door all that interesting?
I mean, it's not as ruggedly handsome as yours truly, but-"
I
kiss his cheek, take his hands in mine and wrap them around him as well. He
leans back against me and I start kissing his neck, right over the scars.
"Ya
know, Xander, there's a fine line between love and hate, normally. But when you
add a demon into the mix, things get jumbled up right good. Then, if you add
the sire/childe stuff in too? It's a nightmare.
"You
have to make distinctions. Make separations between what you choose to let go
and what you carry.
"Like
me. I've had nights where I wished Angelus woulda let me die way back. I've had
nights of such pain, that I wished I could be submersed in a holy water pool
with crosses tied to my body.
"But-
I've *also* had nights of unspeakable pleasure. Nights that I screamed in
ecstasy so much, that I lost my voice. Nights where cum is all I can
remember...
"You
gotta take the bad *with* the good. We want him, we crave him, and we love him
because he's our maker. And sometimes, we hate him more than we ever thought
possible, but when push comes to shove, I believe Angelus is always on our
side."
"Not
when it comes to Darla," I say. And I'm more than a little bitter about
how... "He just offered me up to her. A test, she said. Bitch chained me
up and fucked me for hours. Of course I wasn't allowed to come. And she ...
Angelus isn't the only one who likes knives. She cut me up, always being so
careful to keep the cuts shallow so they'd heal.
"He
had to have known, though. All the blood on the bed sure as hell wasn't hers.
But he never said a word about it.
"And
I know that you've got horror stories to beat mine, but that makes it that much
harder for me to understand how you think he'd ever pick us over her. You
*know* better. He's probably let her do stuff like that - " I turn to face
him and gesture at his chest - "too many times to count."
"Angelus-
his mind gets all fucked sometimes. Seems to happen when he's chasin'
blondes."
I
continue talking between kissing his neck. "But, I *know* him. You think
I'd even *be* here if I thought it was pointless? If I thought it'd be
Sunnydale all over again?
"Forget
*that*. When Darla summoned me, I'd just- never mind.
"I
came mainly out of curiosity, since I thought she was dead. I'd heard she'd
been killed again. So I came and she said I could have my sire back. But- you
have to realize, Xander. It's all *her*.
"Everything
he's ever done that's cruel, has been because of *her*. I actually feel sorry
that you've never really experienced him *without* her... those nights I was
talking about? I had him to myself for a whole year, while Darla and Dru
visited the Master. One whole year, just he and I.
"It's
amazing. Without her clouding his judgment, it's- perfect."
"Yeah,
but we can't just get her to go awaa....Wait." Ooh. I'm having a thought.
And I think it's a pretty good one, too. But only he can tell me for sure.
"Spike...
um..." Okay, it's hard to think when he's nibbling at my chest like that.
"Do you think... Spike!" I tug on his hair and pull his talented
mouth away from my skin for a moment. "If Angelus *knew* that Darla wanted
me dead... say if he heard her threaten me... or even better, both of us... how
would he react?"
"Contrary
to what you might think, Angelus is very protective of what's his. And we're
*his*. "
I
push him back onto the bed and crawl over him, between his legs. Since we're
getting all -for lack of a better term- brotherly, I might as well- I leave a
wet trail down his chest as I head south.
Between
kisses, I relay my story. "One time, well, more than one time, she told
him to stake me. She *ordered* him to do it."
I
take his heavy sac in my hand and play a little. Nice set of- "Anyway, she
commanded him to do it. And he came over to me and stood in front of me,
because I was chained at the time, strung up, and refused. He said she'd have
to stake *him* before she could have her way with *me*."
I
take the tip of his cock into my mouth for a few seconds, before continuing the
story. "It was *very* heroic. Of course, she was furious after that and
*he* got strung up." I smile before lapping at the tip of his cock, where
his pre-cum is oozing out. Mmm, liquid Xander.
"We
were there for a week and a half. Strung up together, like twins."
Okay-
off-topic. I sit up and look at him. "So in answer to your question, I
think if he truly thought we were in danger, he would save us. I *have* to
believe that he would. Even when he was psycho, when I was in the wheelchair,
he saved me from death. Might have made me *wish* for it, but he saved me
*from* it."
Okay...
two things. One: I REALLY need to come. But two: I'm formulating a plan. So my
orgasm can wait. I can't believe I just thought there was something more
important than coming!
"Protect
us how?" I ask, and two can play at this game. I pull him down on top of
me, and slip my hands down his back and inside his jeans, down to his ass. I
squeeze it a little and he groans and thrusts against me. Shit. The denim
against my cock... Oh, fuck.
CONCENTRATE,
Xander. "I... uh, I mean, would he be angry at her? Or would he just do
like that time with you, and deflect her anger onto him? Would he...
guuuuh..." Come on, THINK. Years with the slayer have to have helped in
the really good plans department.
Alright.
Gotta clear up what I said earlier.
I
kiss him quickly before saying, "And what I meant earlier by pain. Pain
doesn't have to be *hurting* pain. I was talking about pleasure-pain, which is
different."
I nip
at his neck and add, "Different how, you might ask?" I lick his lips
before explaining (while thrusting against his bare cock). "Well, for
starters, a little friction, a different feel can be slightly painful, but
really good."
I bite
his bottom lip a little and say, "Here, let me show you."
I
reach down to his cock and put it between my denim-covered thighs. "See? A
little pressure, little painful friction. Now move, like you're taking a
woman."
I
thrust up and "OHSHIT!" Oh fuck, and I'm panting now. And part of my
brain is sure we were in the middle of a conversation. There was something
about Angelus or Darla. But I don't care anymore. All I can think is me come
now.
"Hurts,
doesn't it?" I growl and squeeze my thighs tighter around him. I reach
down into my jeans and make sure my cock is down there, getting the action too.
When he thrusts again, he also moves the fabric against me as well.
"ShitXander!"
I
whimper and continue to thrust, even though it hurts. But it feels so fucking
good. And not in a bad, confusing way. Because he's not forcing me to do
anything. Or doing anything *to* me without my consent.
"Fuck...
Spike..." I moan and I'm so close. "G-g-gonna ... come..."
"What'reyawaitin'feranengravedinvitatiFUCK!"
I
growl as he moves and I squeeze him a bit more, while squeezing my cock from
inside my jeans.
Yeah,
I'm gonna come too. Ruin a pair of my jeans too, but at this point? I'm beyond
caring.
Oh
gods. This is... "Shit. Spiiike," I whimper. I pull his head forward
for a kiss, and I shift into gameface. I slice my own tongue and then thrust it
inside his mouth.
He
groans and squeezes my cock even harder. AND FUCK! I tear my mouth away and
scream, "OHFUCKSPIIIIIIKE!" as I climax.
And the
blood and his screams and *my* screams and I'm coming in my bloody trousers
like a randy thirteen-year-old during his first sexual experience.
"XXXAAANNNNDDDEEERRR!!!!!!"
I scream, loud enough the shake the bed.
I
fall onto the bed next to him and push my trousers completely off. I really
don't need dried cum-trousers stickin' to my cock hairs, do I? Nah, damn
painful that is!
"Think we beat 'em?"
I ask him.
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