AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as
Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Spike/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
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characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
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"Leaving?"
I growl. "Where would I be going? Angelus sure isn't going to make me
leave. He's thrilled to have me around. Sure, I screw up occasionally, but I'm
getting better at controlling my argumentative side. And Darla... well, I've
obeyed all her rules. I know she hates me, but she can't get rid of me unless I
give her a reason. And I don't plan on doing that.
"So
whoever told you I was going somewhere was wrong." I smile, confidently.
More
confidently than I feel. I'm worried. Close to panicked. Who would've told
him.... Shit. Not Angelus. No. Please, no. He seemed perfectly normal around me
earlier. Still affectionate and--
He's
just trying to make me upset. That's got to be it. I'm not going to let him.
Everything's fine. I just have to keep repeating it to myself, until I believe
it.
"Don't
you get it, Xander?" I ask him in all sincerity. He deserves to know the
kind of power Darla has over him. "Darla doesn't need a reason!
"She
doesn't need permission, either. She'll do whatever she wants to do and when
she gets bored, she tosses you out on your ass. And she's had it with
you." I inhale deeply and I can smell fresh blood heading our way.
"If she wants you gone, you'll be gone, by one means or another.
"And
if you don't believe me, *look* at me."
"I...I
don't understand," I reply. "Look at you?"
"A
week before he ate that gypsy, she'd decided she'd had enough of me. She rode him
for twenty-four hours and didn't let him come. She tortured him for an entire
day and night before he agreed to do what she had ordered him to do.
"She
put a cock ring and a collar on him, and made him crawl to me with a stake in
his teeth. He stood up quickly and came at me with it in his hand. I could see
in his eyes that he didn't want to, but she- she wanted it and ultimately, he's
her childe."
I growl
and turn away. I start walking, because I don't want to hear this. It's not the
same with me. I haven't done anything to upset her. Angelus *told* me that I
just have to be obedient and agreeable around her, and then everything would be
fine. And it has been.
So
fine, I don't know when I'll ever be able to share his bed again.
So
fine, she chained me to her bed and used me to come for hours, until she
finally made herself pass out. And she didn't let me come, the whole time. By
the time she let me go, I couldn't touch my cock, it hurt so much. Even I
wanted to come, needed it.
And if
Angelus hadn't come to me, I might have spent several hours trying to ignore
the need. When he found me... I was taking a bath, trying to will it away. He
didn't ask, and I didn't tell. He just sat down behind me. And then, before I
knew what was happening, he grabbed both my wrists, pinning them behind my back
with one hand, and jerked me off with his other hand. And it did fucking hurt,
when I came. I screamed from the pain, but also from the relief. It was worth
it since he'd made it stop hurting. And he didn't mock me, afterward, when I
cried. He just held me.
But he
didn't apologize, either.
So
yeah, everything's great.
Of
course he'll let her hurt me. He already has. He's even done it, without her
asking him to.
I look
over at Spike, and he's got that look, the look I always thought was his
attempt to read people's minds. "How... how are you not dust?" I ask.
"He
landed on top of me and I was scared out of my mind. I felt the tip of the
stake in my skin, gradually moving forward into me. He leaned down, bit my lips
as he kissed me and whispered, 'Kick me and run, William.' So I did. I kneed
him in the groin and ran. Couple days later, I ran into Dru. Darla had opened
the door at noon and shoved her outside. Luckily, Dru scrambled under the porch
quickly and waited for dark."
I
glance over at him, "Make no assumptions that Darla is your friend. She
wants him for herself and her alone." And I don't even want to tell him
this, but... "And she certainly doesn't like you, otherwise she wouldn't
have hired me."
Fuck.
So that's why he's back? I'm so much more in trouble, than I thought I was,
seconds ago. Because chip or no chip, we're both demons now. And I remember how
good a fighter Spike was. "She... you..." Fear. Mine. Great. Because
I needed to give him that extra edge, damn it!
I step
back, warily. "Are you going to?" I ask.
"Well,
that depends on you," I say as I turn down a deserted street. "And
where are all the bloody people in this city?! And why would a vampire live in
Atlanta, anyway?"
I blink
a few times. It's hard thinking about hunting when I was just contemplating my
imminent dead-ness. "They're around..." I say. "Oh! There's a
concert tonight. It's just a few miles or so away; we could catch a taxi or go
back home for one of the cars? And what do you mean, it depends on me?" I
wonder.
I
walk out to one of the main streets. A cab should be coming along any second
now.
I
look over at him and smile quick, "Depends on if I like you the next
couple days." And then I put my arm out for the cab.
Either
make him like me, or accept I'm soon to be dust. What a wonderful predicament.
And again I'm wondering why I thought things would be easier now that I was a
vampire?
A taxi
finally stops and we get in. I give the driver directions and then sit back.
This sucks. I keep thinking of snide comments to make to Spike, but then I
remind myself that it wouldn't be a good idea, considering he'll just add that
to his list of reasons to kill me.
"So..."
I look over at him again. And there's that look. "What?" I wonder.
"You want to ask me something?"
"Was
just thinking what the Slayer would think if she could see you now. She gave
her life so you, *we*, could have one. And look at us now! She's lucky she's
dead."
I
look around before turning to him, "Do you know where Dru is?"
"Not
a clue," I reply. "Neither Angelus or Darla have mentioned her.
Sorry. And as for Buffy, don't expect me to regret that. If anything, I regret
she *won't* see what I am now." I grin. "I think it would've been
fun, to see her face when she finds out both what I am, and who I'm with."
I
shrug, "Chances are psycho-Daddy woulda finally turned her."
Oh now
*there's* a possibility I never considered. "I take it back. I'm glad
she's dead," I say. I already have to share Angelus with Darla... and now
Spike. Wouldn't want Buffy getting in the way, too.
Speaking
of Spike... It's not fair. I thought I was free of him, when I left Sunnydale.
Definitely never occurred to me that he'd come live with Angelus again. Or that
he'd try to kill - no, wait. I *always* thought Spike would kill me, if he got
the chance. So at least he's consistent in that one fact.
"Hey,
stop here," I say to the taxi driver. I toss some money over at him and
then get out of the car. I can't help smiling as I see the crowd heading into
the arena. Fresh blood. Young, too. I turn to Spike. "So, Spike. What's
your preference?"
"It's
been so long since I've been hunting," I tell him. "*Too* long in
fact, but I've always had a yen for a little gore." I start walking and he
follows me. Wonder how many times this first week he's had to hunt alone or
with *minions*?
I'm
really curious to ask him about his comments earlier and what he's leaving out.
I'm
heading to the bathroom. Whether he knows it or not, I don't know. But I know
I'm leading him into the dungeon and he should at *least* get a warning. So...
I
stop and turn towards him. "Ya know, as you probably guessed from back in
Sunnydale, I like the fight. I like the violence, and guts and blood across the
wall. But, Darla does *not*. And when she finds out about what I'm going to do,
she'll probably have me in the stocks for a week.
"Which
is the huge problem I had with her, before. And I'd wager that she doesn't like
you that much either, since she wants me to kill you. And after this, she'll
probably beat you senseless and then offer your ass to every minion in the
house. So if you wanna leave, *leave* *now*."
"Leave?
Why would I leave?" I wonder with a frown. "I like hunting. I've
never paid too much attention to how much mess I make. Okay, so usually that's
what the minions are fo--" I shut my mouth, but not fast enough.
Not.
So now
he knows. Angelus has been making me hunt with the minions. Supposedly they're
for my protection. But whatever. I haven't gone hunting with him since two
nights ago, when I went out with him and Darla. And boy, *that* was fun.
"Anyway,
you're chipped. So unless you're planning on a fight with another
demon..." Oh. I guess that might be me? I take a step back.
So he
*has* been hunting with the minions.
I've
been there myself. They wouldn't even let Dru come with me because I
"wasn't strong enough to protect her."
I guess
they were right there though, because I couldn't protect her from *them*.
But
then he takes a step back. Oh he thinks...
"Relax,"
I tell him as I take a step toward him. And then another. And another. And
another until I'm flush against him.
"Things
don't always stay the way you left them." And then, I kiss him.
It
wasn't something I expected or intended on doing. But there it is. My lips and
his. Mushed. Together.
Huh?
What? Why? What?
Oh,
wow, he's a good-
NO, he
is NOT a good ANYTHING!
And
that would probably be why I just *whimpered.* Gods, what the fuck is wrong
with me????
I push
at his chest and he breaks the kiss. But he stays pressed against me, and his
face is still inches from mine. And Angelus' words to him, yes I heard them, from
earlier are ringing in my head. 'You can take him, but only if he says okay.'
And at the time, I was thinking: Not a chance in Hell. Now...I'm-
STILL
thinking not a chance in Hell.
I
should say something. Anything. Something coherent would be good. "I
thought you wanted to kill me."
Oh
good. Remind him of THAT, why don't you?!
He's
a goo-
NO
STOPPING!
He
pushes me away, "I thought you wanted to kill me," he says.
I
lean forward and lick his lips before reply, "No, *Darla* wants me to kill
you." But then I add, "*I* wanted to kill you years ago, but Angelus
beat me to the punch."
"Ha,
ha," I say dryly. "But... you don't?" I ask. "Want to kill
me, that is. Anymore?" I don't think I sounded *too* hopeful. It's just
that it would be nice to have someone on my side, other than Angelus. Even if
it is Spike.
Spike's
got his good points. Not that I ever would admit that to him... but he does.
Such as
being loyal. He put his ass on the line for Buffy, Dawn... all of us, really,
when we were up against Glory. He didn't have to do that. It's not like he has
a soul. He did it because... well, probably because he loved Buffy.
And
there's the problem. He did it because of Buffy. He never liked me. He just
admitted it now, he always wanted to kill me. So it's probably pointless for me
to think he'd be on my side now.
I
consider his face for a few minutes. Yes, I'm evil. I leave things hanging.
Although not my cock at the moment, because *damn* he's a good kisser. I can
see why demon girl kept him around.
"You're
already dead, Luv. Can't kill you anymore," I say before turning toward
the bathroom. I'm really fuckin' hungry.
"I'm
undead," I reply. "You could dust me... or worse. And I just want to
know if I need to be prepared to defend myself or not." Not that I think I
could really win a fight against him. He's older and stronger. If he wants me
dusted, it'll happen. I have no doubts about that.
And why
am I even asking him this question? There's no way he'll answer me. Part of the
fun of the kill is the element of surprise, duh!
I
stop and turn to him. "Would you *stop* yammering? It was bad enough when
you were *alive*!"
He
starts to protest, but I attack his mouth once again. I plunder his mouth with
my tongue and pull his hips toward me, but he resists.
So I
pull away, "*I* don't want to kill you, Xander. Like I said, *Darla* wants
me to. But I don't plan on it tonight, so just relax and have a good time. Look
around, no minions! Okay?" And then I grab his hand and yank him with me.
"Now let's kill somethin'."
"However,"
I add, "if it comes down to you or me, I won't think twice. But for now,
let's party."
Now
there's the Spike I remember. Every vampire for himself. But I guess I
understand. It's not like I ever tried to be his friend, back in Sunnydale. He
*was* evil, though.
Not a
valid excuse anymore. I keep forgetting that.
He
pulls me into the men's restroom. It's crowded. How the hell are we going to
get a decent kill in *this* situation?
He's
confused, I know. But once we're inside, I lock the door and wink at him.
I
vamp out and grab the first ass I see, young, maybe 16. I snap his neck and the
screaming starts. Gods, I love being a vampire!
I
grab another and snap its neck too. "Just kill, Pet. Be a demon."
Okay,
he's unchipped. But I'll contemplate that later. Right now, I'm hungry. And the
fear in the air is intoxicating.
A guy,
mid-twenties, takes a swing at me. I duck the blow easily and then kick him in
the gut. He goes flying. This is fun!
Oh, there's
another. I vamp out, just for the hell of it, and he screams like a girl. I
chuckle and grab him, tearing into his jugular. I drop him after a few
swallows, and he lies there, trying to stop the bleeding with his hands. Idiot.
I step
over him and notice the bodies are piling up. Some are missing their heads.
Wow. Spike's strong. And pissed about something, obviously. I'm just glad he's
taking it out on the humans and not me.
I
grab another and rip his arm off. "THERE! BLOODY BASTARD!" I growl.
TAKE
THAT! I growl again as I break his other wrist before ripping his throat out.
Blood
splatters across the walls and I look over at Xander. He looks happy enough.
Yes,
we need a better a plan. I wasn't sure at first, but... we definitely need a
better plan.
I
grab another and kick him, sending him flying.
I
growl as I jump after him and land on top of him. He screams and I rip into his
throat and take a mouthful. Then, as he's screaming, I spit it into his mouth
and he starts coughing and choking so I snap his neck.
I
stand up and look around. Three left.
"Having
fun?" I ask Xander.
We're
both a little bloody. Okay, more than a little. And it's not our blood; this is
way too easy for us to have gotten hurt. It should be interesting getting out
of here, but I'll worry about that later. I look over at Spike when he asks,
"Having fun?"
I grin.
"Oh, yeah. Lots." I turn and push open the door of one of the stalls.
There's a guy, maybe twenty, huddled there. "Did you really think I
wouldn't find you?" I ask him.
"Please
don't," he begs. And once upon a time, I was protecting these pathetic
humans. *That* was such a waste of time and energy. And besides, they're all so
ungrateful. Did I ever get a thanks? Did Buffy? No. They just ran off and
promptly forgot again not to go out after dark. Stupid, every single one of
them.
Gullible
too. I grin and walk closer. "What are you going to offer me, so that I
won't kill you?"
He goes
even paler, if that's possible, and says, "Uh... wh-what do you want? I've
got mon--"
"Not
money, moron. If I wanted money, there's easily a couple thousand dollars in
the pockets of all the corpses here. No. I was thinking something else.
Something that would make me think you were worth sparing... something more
immediately enjoyable for me..." I stroke my very hard cock through my
leather pants and he gets the hint. He gasps and gets that lovely wild-eyed
look of pure panic. Yeah, damn right I'm evil. I'm learning from the master.
I
can't believe... course he *is* Angelus', but... even *I* typically don't...
but...
Wow.
I
heard pounding on the other side of the door. They're sure to have security
here soon, but... I don't wanna stop him. I want to watch.
Damn
it. Stupid nosy humans. But it'll be a few minutes before they get in.
"What's it gonna be?" I ask the guy. "You wanna live?" He
nods. "Okay then. Suck me off," I say. I unfasten my pants and my
cock is finally free.
"No
fucking way!" He retorts.
"Fine
then. Say your prayers or whatever it is you want to do in your last
moments," I shrug as I reach for him.
"Wait!"
That's what I thought. "I ..." he takes a minute to get up his nerve
and then - Oh gods, he's definitely not inexperienced at this. And the warmth
of his mouth... this is definitely of the good. I growl and thrust into his
mouth, bracing my hands on the walls.
Of
course I'll still kill him after he's gotten me off. Can't have any witnesses
who might identify Spike or myself. Shit! "Don't even think about it. Bite
me and I'll rip every tooth out of your mouth!" I snarl, grabbing his hair
and pulling painfully.
He
whimpers and nods, then goes back to what he was doing earlier. And oh, fuck.
I'm so close.... I hold his head still and thrust down his throat, growling as
I come. I lean against the wall of the stall, and that was good. I *did* need
to come.
I snap
the guy's neck before turning to Spike as I tuck myself back into my pants,
zipping them again. "I suppose we should get out of here, now." I
walk over to the door and hear the people approaching. "Oh, we attracted
some attention," I say. "Ideas?"
"We
just walk out," I shrug. "How else would we go?"
Then
I look around the room and grab a corpse. "Grab one," I say.
"And run." I head for the door and turn back, "Unless you'd rather
play the victims... *or* get out through the window..."
"Well,
no..." I reply as I grab a body. "After you." I don't know what
these are for... but I guess I'll follow his lead.
Good.
I wanna get out of here and I'm not one to hide. But Darla's gonna be pissed.
And
as we move to the door, I realize how fuckin' hard I am from his little show.
Well, from everything. So much blood. I coulda gorged myself on it for hours!
I
kick open the door and there's a row of guys lined up, four security guards and
a few other people. Good, not as bad as I thought.
"HEY!"
Someone screams. "WHAT IS THAT?" They point to us and I immediately
shift again, hoping Xander does the same.
I
scream, "Look what they did!!" I hold the body up and then throw it
into the crowd. Girls scream and start running everywhere.
That's
my cue!
I
take off for the fence. I can jump it. We'll be gone before they know what hit
them!
Oh.
Duh. I throw the body that was in my arms out into the crowd, too. The corpse knocks
one of the guards on his ass. Damn that was funny, but I can't stop to enjoy
the chaos. I take off running.
I catch
up with Spike, in no time. We get outside and jump the fence. When I land on
the other side, I look back. The humans are a good fifty feet behind us. I look
back to see that Spike seems to have a plan for where to go. So I follow.
We
bolt ahead and the humans get stuck with the fence. We're so gone.
We
run a good five blocks. There's a club I found on my way in yesterday.
A young
men's club.
"C'mon,"
I tell him. We walk in and I brush against him, "Find your twin," I
say.
"My
twin?" I ask, ignoring the fact that he just brushed his hand over my ass.
And it wasn't the reason I shivered. It was... God I do NOT have to make excuses
to my subconscious. It just WASN'T.
"Yeah,
to switch clothes. See, if the police aren't after us, Darla can't be *too*
upset. So find someone who looks enough like you. 'Kay? Find him and meet me
out back."
He
wanders away and I look around. As I'm walking across the room, I see someone
who's about my build. And he's got decent taste in clothes. Tight black jeans.
Red silk shirt. Okay, so obviously I'm trying to look and act like Angelus. But
as far as vampires go, he's not a bad role model.
I can't
believe my luck, when the guy goes back into the bathroom. I follow him and
this one isn't crowded. I grab him and pull him into a stall. I'm still
starved, so I drain him first. Then I take his clothes.
Five
minutes later, I go out into the alley.
"Put
them on!" I growl at the blond. Seen one punk rock homo, you've seen them
all I suppose.
He
does as I say, because I killed his lover and he doesn't wanna be next.
It's
a good thing vampires don't really have fingerprints. It kind of disappears when
you die because it doesn't matter. The demon takes over your body, and your
DNA, blood type, fingerprints... once you wake up, they're nonexistent.
He
puts on my blood-splattered jeans and blood soaked shirt, and I pull his jeans
on. Okay, so they're not black, but when it comes to avoiding a Darla-beating,
I'm not picky.
Good
then. I look up just as Xander walks out. "Nice clothes. Where is
he?"
He? Oh.
Oops. Stupid blond vampire and his vague directions. I sigh, though. I'm sure this
is going to end up being *my* fault. "Um... bathroom?"
"Is
he coming out?"
"Uh...
not exactly..." I say. "He kind of... died. And I kind of helped him.
But I didn't know you wanted him alive!" Okay, don't whine. That is so
fucking annoying. "I'm sorry. I didn't understand the plan. I should have
asked."
I
shake my head, and I can tell that he's tense. "It's okay," I say,
thinking quickly. "Okay, they murdered all those people and blondie turned
on his pal. Didn't you?" I ask the man. "You got upset so you ripped
his throat out, just like the ones in the bathroom. Right?"
He
just stares at me and I kick his foot with my boot gently. "HEY! I'm
talkin'!" He looks up at me. "You killed your friend and all those
people. You killed him after he killed your lover. Right?"
He
shakes his head and I grab him by the ear and haul him up. "YES YOU
DID!" I growl and I take his wrist and sink my fangs into it.
Now,
if memory serves, this should be pretty simple. After all, I *am* a Master
Vampire.
I
drink about a fifth of his blood before tearing *my* wrist and forcing him to
swallow the blood.
He
falls weakly to the ground. "Now, your partner killed your lover so *you*
killed him in the bathroom after killing all those people at the stadium.
Right?"
He
nods his head, "Yes, Master."
Too
bad I never thanked the witch for that book about Dracula and his tricks.
"Good,
now run along." And he does.
I
turn back to Xander. "I do like the shirt," I say as I reach down and
adjust myself. Damn, I'm hard.
Oh my
god. That thing he did with the guy was ... impressive. "How'd you do
that?" I ask, curiously. Anything to distract myself from his obvious
erection.
Of
course I'm hard, too. Always happens after I feed. Damn it.
"The Witch gave me a book
on Dracula while ago. Pretty detailed account of the thrall. I've been
practicing."
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