-Part Two-
AUTHORS: dru as Darla & Evil Willow as
Spike (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Around the World
PAIRING : Darla /Spike
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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Okay,
so this is different... But I still don't know what the hell she wants from me.
I mean, who knows *what* her game is. For all I know, if I come on strong,
that's not what she wants. Cuz then she tells Angelus that I wasn't
"respecting her authority" or some other shit like that.
Uh-uh. I'm just going to sit here until she starts ordering me around. She likes that better, anyway, and it's safer for me in the long run.
He does
nothing.
Absolutely
nothing, except for sit there looking at me like an oaf.
And I
can understand that. This is certainly different. But there are a number of
ways to dominate someone without chains and luckily, I know quite a few of
them. Hell, the way Angelus tells it, I *invented* some of them.
But for now, I just sit here, head on the back of the couch, staring at him. I slowly move my hands to my chest and start rubbing my nipples through my dress.
Okay,
so if this was a normal situation, and this weren't Darla, I'd do something
other than stare at her. Something like....
Something
like what my hands are currently doing. I didn't tell them to do that, but
they've taken on a life of their own, running up her legs, under her dress
slowly. Up to her knees (because I don't have a death wish) then back down
again to massage her calves.
And I might as well just follow through and sign my death warrant. "Sure you don't want me to do anything for ya?"
Mmm.
That felt... almost good. Of course, I won't tell *him* that. I'm excellent at
holding my emotions in check. Angelus is always begging me to scream his name
or let him know that I like what he does to me.
"What'd you have in mind?" I ask quietly.
Hmm.... Now if... Oh, to hell with it. I slide my hands up
her legs again, this time to her thighs. She's got a great poker face,
pretending that I'm not getting to her. But I've been well trained, by both
Angelus and Drusilla, so I know better. I'm at least more skilled than the
stupid humans Darla fucks occasionally.
"I dunno, Darla," I shrug, with a little grin.
"I could show you why I can make Dru scream so loud. You remember hearing
her, don'tcha? You always used to yell at me about it."
I cock
my eyebrow as I feel his hands slip up a little more. I can tell he's nervous.
Not much, but just enough. I can feel his hands trembling just the slightest
bit. I don't even know if he's aware of it. I mean, he has perfect reason too.
I don't let just anyone between my thig- Okay, so I pretty much let anyone. But
*I* choose who and when. And he certainly doesn't have permission, other than
my suggestiveness.
"I think you overestimate your sexual prowess, *Boy*," I say challengely, because that's exactly what he's going to have to do tonight. And I will certainly *not* be making it easy on him.
I really can't help myself. She's just asking for it.
"Now how would you know that, since *you've* never *really* had me?"
I grin. I don't remove my hands from her legs, but slip them up further, my
thumbs rubbing little circles on her inner thighs.
I slip down a little so my feet are resting in his lap. I
push down onto his semi-hard cock. "Had one pauper," I say grinning
at his lap, "Had 'em all, *Will*."
Bitch.
Of
course that's not said out loud, though. Because I don't have a death
wish. My only flaw, as far as I can
tell, is that I'm a pushover enough to agree with just about anything my sire
asks of me.
And I
don't want her to make a habit out of calling me Will. That's Angelus' nickname
for me. And she *knows*... that's the key. She knows it. So I won't react,
because then she'll just keep doing it since she knows it bothers me.
"You're the one who told Angelus you wanted me to prove myself," I say with a shrug. "If you've changed your mind, just say so. Not like you'll hurt my feelings any," I smile sweetly at her and pull my hands away.
"You'd give up *so* easily?" I ask. That *does*
surprise me. "I guess I was right all along," I shrug and stand up
and walk to the bar. "Be out of my house by dawn."
Okay,
what the hell was - "What the hell is up with you?" I growl. I don't
care anymore, if she whines to Angelus about me later. This time, I'm doing
absolutely everything I've been trained to do, and she's still not happy. This
*proves* my theory that you can't make her happy. It's physically impossible.
And
it's getting on my fucking NERVES!
"I thought you wanted me to be all 'submissive childe' tonight. You wanted me to let you use me for your pleasure, right? Well, here I am and I'm pretty much saying do whatever you want to me, so what the hell MORE do you want?!"
I growl
loudly as I whip around and break the glass on his face.
"Do *NOT* treat me with such disrespect, *Boy* or I'll dust you before Angelus even knows the difference."
Now
*there's* the Darla I know and hate. "That's better," I say with a
grin as I wipe the blood off my cheek with the hem of my T-shirt. "I was
beginning to think some demon took over your body or somethin'.
"So how d'you want me, Darla?" I ask. "On my knees, eating you out? On my back, as you ride me? In chains, or all of the above?"
I turn
back to the bar and pick another glass to fill. I can feel his grinning eyes on
my back, but he will *not* best me. Certainly not this way. Not this time. And
I'm bored.
"Get out of my house by dawn," I repeat. "And don't expect Angelus or Drusilla to follow," I say as I turn to face him. "They won't."
That's
what she thinks. But this was all a really bad idea, obviously. Because she's
still treating me like shit, even though I'm doing everything she told Angelus
she wanted from me.
So I'm
not putting up with it. He's just gonna have to understand my point of view.
And he will. I'll tell him I tried and... I walk to the door and my hand's on
the doorknob when I can't help thinking: Even if he does understand, she can
still keep him from seeing me ever again. And she can definitely assert enough
authority over Dru that she'd stay away.
But I will not apologize, especially when I can't think of a fucking *thing* I did wrong tonight! "So long, Darla," I mutter as I walk out the door.
Well,
that takes care of that problem.
I lift
the glass to the door and say, "Cheers," before swallowing the
brandy.
Of
course, I'll have to deal with Angelus, but after Seville, I'm quite certain
that in a choice between his disobedient runt and myself, he'd choose me. And
if it comes down to it, I really don't have any problem dusting William, never
did.
And
Drusilla was never really entirely enamored with him, not as deeply 'in love'
with Angelus she is.
The
long and the short of it is, William would have been useful, but he's also
expendable.
Although from what Angelus says, he's a wonderful fuck... too bad I never had a chance to find out.
Really is too bad. I really thought that perhaps if I treated him more like a lover, rather than an obstacle, that we could have moved beyond our petty differences and perhaps have been... friends of sorts.
And I
make it to the porch, before I stop. Where do I go, now? What do I do? And am I
really ready to walk away from Angelus and Drusilla?
The
answer to that is no. I wasn't made to be alone, I was made to be a part of
this family. As fucked up as it is, it's mine. And the fact of the matter is
that if I walk away, I'm letting Darla win. And I'm also letting her hurt
Angelus and Dru, because I don't give a damn what *she* thinks, they would miss
me.
And I
have no intention of letting anyone hurt them, especially not Darla. I take a
deep breath and walk back inside. I'm glad I changed my mind. It was worth it
just to see the disappointment on her face, if nothing else.
"I'm sorry," I say and that was pretty damn painful. But it just gets worse as I add, "I obviously didn't read you right but I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just trying to... I'm used to you telling me what to do, so I really don't know what you want from me."
Well, I
can't say that I'm not surprised. And I can't say that I'm not just a little
disappointed. Not so much that he came back, but that he's just not easy to
conquer. In a century plus, I've learned that much. I suppose I should have
paid attention to that about fifty years ago when I was still mysterious to him
and not 'the bitch'. I should have seen that Angelus tried to break him and
control and couldn't, not through traditional methods.
I sigh
and nod. "I can accept that," I reply and he seems visibly calmer, as
if he'd been expecting a stake through the heart.
I walk around to the other side of the bar to get another bottle. "In the past," I begin, "We've clashed quite a bit. However we'll soon be heading to America. A new place. New rules. I thought perhaps the same should apply to us."
"What kinda new rules?" I ask hesitantly. I think
I prefer her when she's ordering me around. At least then I know what to
expect.
"Well,
first and foremost will be that you and Drusilla will *not* be living with
Angelus and I. You can find your own place close by.
"Furthermore,
we'll need to establish some ground rules for your behavior, which thus far has
*not* been equal to that of a respectable clan member.
"And there's also the issue of Angelus," I add.
These
are new rules? This sounds pretty familiar to me. She's telling me how it is
and I have no choice but to smile and nod... Yeah, I'm not seeing a difference
here.
"First, I have no problem with me and Dru living somewhere on our own. Secondly, what's wrong with my behavior?" I hold up my hands in a defensive gesture when she turns on me with a glares at me. "Hold on now, you said we're playing by different rules. But if you're telling me how I can and can't act, what's different?"
Good
question.
"Fair
enough," I say. "We'll start with questioning authority. There are
appropriate times to do so and there an inappropriate times. For example,
arguing with Angelus in the middle of your presentation to the Court was a
*bad* time."
I
remember that night well. The Master took his frustrations out on me. Come to
think of it, that was the night I started hating William.
"And holding tonight and every other night when you've submitted to me over Angelus' head is also not the appropriate thing to do. As his sire, I have the right to any of his childer. You are one of said childer, therefore I have the right to whatever I please."
"And you said earlier, there's also an issue
concerning Angelus," I remember. "What issue is that?"
"It's
pretty apparent that we're both bitterly jealous of each other with regards to
Angelus." I mean, I can admit it. Right? We're adults. "So, I thought
perhaps we could work out some sort of agreement or arrangement that wouldn't
make him choose between either one of us." And although I'm 99% certain
he'd choose me, I really don't want to risk that 1%.
"*I*
also can admit that I really should not have control over how he chooses to
deal with you, or what he does with you in his spare time. Whether he wants to
treat you like a fledgling or childe is his business as your sire. I *was*
wrong on that.
"But
you should have respect for him *as* your sire and not blackmail him into
giving you whatever it is that you want. But again, that's not my business. So,
I suppose, what I'm saying is perhaps we could work out something where we
*both* get our time with him and I stay out of his business with you, unless he
wants my opinion.
"How does that sound?" I ask as I take a sip of brandy. "Care for something?" I ask pointing at the bar.
"Sounds
good to me," I shrug. "It's not like I ever wanted to fight with you
twenty-four/seven, Darla. It's just that ..." Well, it's just that I
always thought she was a nosy bitch. But I don't think our level of sharing has
gotten to the point where I can say that safely. "Nevermind. I'm more than
happy to agree that we don't need to be jealous of each other, since he
obviously wants both of us around."
TBC
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