Part 18

Spike looked away in disgust, he was pissed. Angelus couldn’t care less. The ungrateful crip should be thankful for fucksake. He, Angelus, generous sire that he was, had procured this wonderful mansion for them. This was an ideal place for Spike to recover undetected by the Slayer. It was perfect for Dru, too; it seemed to fire her…whatever…the altered reality she lived in. She acted like the garden was the greatest place she had ever encountered in her life. Conveniently located here on Crawford Street, it was exactly what those two needed. Well, he had done his part in seeing to their needs, that’s all that mattered. They had been here a few days, long enough to get settled in, and he had dropped by to check on them and relieve some of the pressure that was building up.

Since his relationship with Willow had started showing signs of moving into a… kinkier direction, he’d been increasingly feeling the need to express that side of himself. Things needed to move at a natural pace with her, he didn’t want to ruin the progress that he had made by pushing too fast, too soon. Hence, he was here, fucking Drusilla into oblivion, exercising his baser needs. In turn, this was antagonizing the hell out of Spike, which was always a pleasure. It was all good.

Drusilla was presently naked with her wrists manacled to chains hanging from a rafter, his cum running down her leg. She was bleeding in multiple places from a crop he had used on her and bites he had inflicted during the course of his fun. Her toes barely reached the floor, causing stress on her shoulders and she was happy as a clam. They were in the master bedroom and Spike was sitting in his wheelchair, glowering for all he was worth. Just for shits and grins, Angelus had decided to make him watch.

Standing behind her, Angelus wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his lips to her ear, “Drusilla honey, would you like it in the ass now?”

She moaned in response and pressed back into him and his erection, “Oh yes, Daddy! Please, please, please!”

Angelus took his cock in his hand, rubbing it along her crack. “Such a good girl,” he said silkily. Spike was growling and it was getting too loud to ignore. “Listen Spike, if you can’t just sit there and enjoy the show, I’m going to take you downstairs, throw you over the back of the couch, strip you of your pants and order the minions to fuck you in the ass until dawn. What do you think *that* will do for your standing around here? Oops, 'standing', no pun intended,” he said with a malignant grin.

Spike scowled, but stopped growling, “All right. I get it. I bloody fucking get it, Angelus.”

“Good.” Angelus lifted Drusilla’s thighs slightly and entered her hard, without a lubricant, and grunted. He established a harsh tempo and said, “Keep up the good behavior Roller-boy and I’ll let you suck me off when I’m finished.”

Drusilla was moaning rapturously, shoving her ass into Angelus as much as her precarious position would allow. “Harder, Daddy! Punish me!”

Angelus held Drusilla’s hips in a bruising grip and pounded into her glorious tightness as hard as he could. Through gritted teeth he asked, “Like that, Baby?”

“Yes! Yes, my Angel!”

“Tell me why you need to be punished, have you been bad?” Angelus loved the feeling of not having to hold back and relished the smell of blood and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He was only slightly taken aback at his insane childe’s response to his question.

“Mummy is fragile for now. So make Princess’ bottom bleed instead. Ohhhhhh, yesss. Make me hurt.”

Angelus threw his head back with an animalistic howl, lifting Drusilla higher and thrust at a brutal pace until he came. Grunting and jerking until his orgasm spent itself, he reached around and harshly twisted her distended clitoris. Screaming and bucking, Drusilla found her release. Her satisfaction wasn’t his objective, but Spike’s agitation always increased as a result. Dru reveled in any attention from her Daddy and it made Spike crazy. Angelus never tired of the ‘mind fuck’, it was, after all, one of his specialties.

Wrapping Drusilla in his arms, Angelus buried his face in her hair, giving himself a moment to recover. She was cooing like a dove. Amazing, he thought, even a vampire should be in a great deal of pain after so much abuse.

Releasing her wrists, he massaged her hands and arms up to what must be pretty achy shoulders while she mumbled about Daddy, Mummy, Spikey and what a lovely family she had.

Ignoring her ramblings, fairly certain she’d regained feeling in her arms, he patted her ass fondly and said, “Off with you now, Dru, go clean up, then join Spike and me in bed.

Drusilla glided off obediently to do as she was told, humming cheerfully. Angelus turned to Spike with a smirk, “She’s a lunatic all right, but she’s *our* lunatic. Come here, boy.”

Spike looked suspicious, but had no alternative but to obey.

Angelus felt a wave of affection as he gazed down at his ornery favorite. Stroking the side of Spike’s face, he said, “What am I going to do with you, lad? You’re such a trial.”

Spike just eyed him belligerently, but Angelus knew him well enough to know the attention was softening him up. Hoisting him out of the wheelchair, Angelus tossed him over his shoulder and carried him to the bed where he unceremoniously dumped him.

Angelus laughed at Spike’s continuing glare.  With his hands on his hips, he said, “Spikey, I’m no fool. I know you’re holding out on me.”

With a haughty look, Spike replied, “I have no idea what you’re going on about, mate. While we’re talking about ‘holding out’, why don’t you enlighten me about all this ‘Mummy’ talk Dru’s been spouting lately.”

“All in good time, boyo,” Angelus said as he began to remove Spike’s boots. “Right now we’re going to talk about how you’re pretending to be in worse shape than you are.” Having removed Spike’s socks and boots, Angelus leaned over and slowly began to unbutton his Levis while maintaining eye contact. “*I* know your recovery is more advanced than you‘re letting on,” he said while unhurriedly removing the boys cock from his pants and teasingly running his hand up and down it as it hardened, “and *you* certainly know it, so let’s dispense with the bullshit, shall we?”

Spike closed his eyes and moaned. Angelus smirked and abruptly stopped stroking Spike’s cock and threw himself down on the bed, arranging pillows so he could lounge comfortably. “Take off your shirts, Spike, make yourself comfortable.”

Doing as he was told, Spike looked up at Angelus with distrust; he didn’t like all the mixed signals he was getting. “What’s it to you, anyway? You don’t give a rats ass what goes on around here.”

Raising an eyebrow, deciding not to rise to the bait, he replied, “I care a great deal; we’re family.” With a stern, but warm look, he continued, “Don’t ever forget that.” He continued to look at Spike, letting his words sink in.

Spike carefully studied Angelus’ expression, looking for the truth in his eyes. Evidently he found it, because he nodded, conveying truce.

Angelus smiled, “Good then,” and patted the spot next to him. “Now come over here and take some of my blood. Whatever your recovery status is, you’re still not one hundred percent.”

Eagerly, Spike slid to Angelus’ side and let out a sensual growl as he sunk his fangs in for the peerless taste of his elder’s blood.

Angelus closed his eyes and purred; nothing felt like this, it was as erotic and sensuous as it was animalistic. While Spike drank, he began to stroke Angelus’ erection as he ground his own into his sire’s thigh.

As Angelus began to thrust into Spike’s hand, he considered how long it had been since they’d been together like this. Too long. For a century it had been the soul’s fault. Since his return it had been his own, mostly as a result of his relationship with Willow. The bond he had with Spike had always been strong. Technically, Drusilla had made him, but in all the ways that counted, Spike was his. Angelus groaned as Spike stopped feeding and licked at the residual blood.

Spike lifted his head and they looked into each other’s eyes, sharing a moment of silent communication. Angelus pulled Spike’s head down and kissed him with brutal passion. Pushing Spike onto his back, Angelus licked and sucked a trail down his jaw and neck, taking a moment to savor the taste he’d missed for so long. He fondled Spike’s balls as he continued a path down his torso. This was out of character, but he intended to show Spike he meant everything he had said and conveyed wordlessly.

“Oh, god,” Spike cried out as Angelus’ lips took in the tip of his cock and sucked hard all the way down, until he had taken in his entire length. Angelus hadn’t given head for a long time, but he knew nobody could do it better…well, actually, Spike was the one exception, but since he couldn’t give it to himself…. As Spike mindlessly writhed and moaned his pleasure, Angelus relentlessly worked his tongue and lips from base to tip, continuing to fondle his sac. No way could Spike last much longer. As if on cue, he came in a rush and Angelus swallowed every drop, working him until the orgasm had run its course.

“Oh, bloody fucking hell, Angelus,” Spike said huskily as his entire body relaxed bonelessly into the mattress.

Angelus chuckled and crawled back up the bed, gathering a languid Spike in is arms. They were both lost in their own thoughts, enjoying each other’s company in an intimate silence they hadn’t shared since before the Gypsy curse.

Drusilla returned from her bath clean and fairly well healed from her sire’s earlier attentions. Clasping her hands under her chin she swung back and forth gleefully, “Oh, goody, everybody is getting along! Miss Edith told me it would be soon. The stars are singing with happiness because their plans are coming together!”

As she danced around the room to music only she could hear, Angelus smiled at her antics and beckoned her to him. “Dru, honey, come here, I have things to discuss with you two.”

Spinning her way to the bed, Drusilla threw herself across their legs, smiling beatifically, “Yes, please. Do tell. Princess wants to hear how we’ll all play and be happy like before. Mummy will be ever so pleased.” A faraway look of consternation came over her face and she said, “In time.”

Spike pulled himself into a sitting position and scrubbed his face with his hands in frustration. “Angelus,” he said turning to face his sire, “I know you get off on being a secretive bastard, but what gives?”

Vampires really are pack animals, Angelus reckoned. These two were a part of him and he was renewed by spending time with them like this. Even his relationship with Willow would benefit from him taking the time to feed his true nature. Spike and Drusilla were his progeny and it was time to take a step in combining what had become his two worlds.

Angelus looked at Spike and smiled, “Very well. I’ve got a story to tell you.”

Spike raised his eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“This hard-on isn’t going away by itself, though.” Glancing down at Drusilla, Angelus said, “Dru, be a good girl and suck my dick. Spike went and got me all excited.”

Drusilla giggled and did her sire’s bidding.

Angelus groaned as she greedily went about her task. Not an iota of irritation from Spike this time. He’d done a good job of restoring balance in his family, he congratulated himself smugly.

“I’ve abducted the Slayer’s friend, Willow. She now belongs to me,” Angelus said with a grunt as Drusilla applied delicious suction to his cock.

Spike looked thoughtful. “The little redhead with the brains?”

Angelus chuckled, “Yep, that’s my girl.” Glancing down, he said, “Oh, yeah, Dru, suck me hard, that’s so good.”

Spike was trying to assimilate the situation, “You mean she’s your pet? Why all the distance, then? She should be here.”

Angelus grabbed a handful of Drusilla’s hair and began to fuck her mouth hard. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it, Daddy’s close,” and with a fierce growl he spilled his seed in her cool, welcoming mouth. Angelus sighed and regrouped while Drusilla licked him clean.

Angelus smiled at Drusilla, “You did good, Dru. I’m all better now.”

Drusilla simpered with delight.

“Yeah, yeah,” Spike said with impatience, “You’re all sucked off of your man juice, now get on with story time.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Drusilla said with a bounce, “Do tell us the story. I love stories.”

“Spike, my boy, some things never change. You’re so impatient.”

Spike raised his hand, palm up and grinned, “I know, I know, don’t tell me,” and he did his best imitation of Angelus’ brogue of old, “An Irishman likes to tell his tales well and in his own good time.”

“Aye, laddie,” Angelus said with a bark of laughter, “exactly.” God, he thought, it was good to be back. “And to answer your question, Willow’s not a pet.” Angelus thought for a moment. “Remember Nicholai and Genevieve?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy, “ Drusilla said with a clap. “Lovely Genevieve told wonderful stories too!”

Angelus chuckled, “Yes, Genevieve could spin a yarn with the best of ‘em.”

Spike nodded slowly, “I remember them. She was a witch and he was a vampire, a Russian bloke. They were mated. Bonded somehow,” he said as he searched his memory. “They had been together five hundred years and some change when that bastard Holtz did away with Nicholai.”

“Right,” Angelus replied with a growl. God, he’d hated the vampire hunter and killer Holtz with a deep and abiding passion. “Tried to do away with us a time or two as well as you’ll recall.”

“Yeah, mate,” Spike said with a snort, “right arsehole that one was.”

“Indeed,” Angelus agreed with a sneer.

Drusilla drew her knees up to her chin and whimpered at the memory. “Bad, bad man.”

Spike patted her head and ran his fingers lovingly through her hair, “Don’t worry luv, this is a different story.” Looking back at Angelus with intense interest, Spike asked, “So their bond, or whatever it was, made her immortal as well, that’s how they were able to be together so long, right?”

Angelus nodded.

“This is a lot to take in Angelus. First of all, I’m thinking a deal like that was a combination of a spell and vampire blood bond. Besides, doesn’t it require a vampire and pretty potent witch? And I’m thinking something magical…or pre-ordained or the like?”

Angelus nodded slowly as the seriousness of his relationship sunk in with Spike.

“That’s just as the stars said as they sang their beautiful song about Mummy,” Drusilla said in a dreamy sing song voice.

Angelus and Spike both glanced at Drusilla with contemplative expressions.

“The stars are right, Dru honey,” Angelus said fondly.

Spike scratched his head, still a little taken aback by this information. “Angelus, are you sure? This little girl is…. This is a forever kind of thing? That’s a big commitment.”

Angelus sank back comfortably into a bank of pillows and stretched. “I know it, Spike, but it just is. There is no doubt, Willow and I are destined to be mated.”

“Well, okay then. When do you bring the ball and chain home?”

Angelus was glad that Spike accepted the situation fairly easily, it simplified matters. “I don’t. Willow is human. It will be some time before she’s ready to accept the big picture. Hell, for all I know it will be years before she’s ready to cohabitate with a houseful of vampires…maybe never.”

Spike nodded, he could see how that might be the case.

“She doesn’t even know a bond like the one Nick and Genevieve shared exists. I’m taking it slow, making sure she has time to adjust to things as we go. So far that philosophy is working out. Besides,” Angelus continued with a sigh, “I have to locate Genevieve. I have to find out the elements necessary to make this happen…”

Drusilla interrupted, “Don’t worry my Angel, fate and the stars make sure everything comes together as it should.”

Angelus quirked an eyebrow at her, “Thank you, Dru, that’s good to know.”

She just smiled softly and hummed, raising her arms as if to hug the sky.

“In the meantime, I’m scouring the world in search of that elusive little witch and keep just missing her. She travels a lot.” Angelus sighed, “I’ve got to be close, though, and I’m not sure if Willow is ready yet or not anyway. Not rushing her is important. I absolutely don’t want to frighten her.”

“Right,” Spike agreed. “Not everyone is real hot on immortality.”

Angelus rose from the bed and began to gather his clothes. “So that’s the story for now kiddies. I’m going to continue living separately with Willow. We’ll just have to wait and see what the future holds and how things unfold.” With that, he headed towards the bathroom. “I’m going to go take a shower and head home to her right now and fuck her into the mattress…maybe twice,” he said with a smirk.

Spike called out from his place from the bed, “Hey, Angelus!”

Angelus paused and turned to look at him.

“Welcome back,” Spike said with a grin. “And don’t be a stranger.”

Angelus returned his grin and replied, “Count on it, boy.”

end part 18