-Part One-
AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Angelus (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Around the World
PAIRING : Angelus /Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of 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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"Did
all the suitcases get loaded, William?" She asks me.
"Yeah,
Darla. All got on perfectly fine, labeled and all, except for Dru's magic bag.
She's got that."
"Good.
Thanks," she replies before handing me my ticket.
"Ready
to say goodbye to Europe, Pet?" I ask Dru as I slide my arms around her
waist.
"The
birds circle the sky waiting for the sharks to fly," she says as she nips
my neck.
"Okay,
Pet," I tell her and I notice Angelus whispering into Darla's ear. She
slaps him playfully and they both start watching me and Dru kissing.
"I'm
hungry, Spike, my belly's past due."
"I
know, Luv," I answer before turning to Angelus. "We gonna feed before
we leave?"
"I
suppose we should," I reply. "We won't be killing on the boat. No
need to make the humans suspicious in an enclosed space like that."
"Uh,
not to point out the blatantly obvious, but I ain't plannin' on starvin' for a
week!" I say and then look to Darla to make sure I haven't made her mad.
It's
amazing once the decision is made that we can be packed and ready to leave
within a week. Of course we had to kill a few people to ensure our suites on
the boat, but...
She
doesn't seem upset with my tone. I know we called a truce and everything but in
the past week since we did, I've just been on edge with her, waiting for her to
pounce.
Although
she *did* pounce last night.
Actually,
her *and* Angelus pounced.
Dru
watched.
And
sung.
After a
hundred years, you get used to hearing 'run and catch, run and catch, the lamb
is caught in the blackberry patch' while you're fucking.
"How
in the bleedin' hell are we gonna feed, Angelus?"
He's not
going to like this, which is why Darla and I hadn't told him yet. And I think
I'll have to spend a lot of time with him, trying to keep him
"distracted" so that he doesn't go off on a mad killing spree just to
spite me. Because he would and he'd know I wouldn't do anything to him for it,
either. Damn boy has me wrapped around his little finger.
Not that
I've ever complained about it, though. Because that seems to work both ways,
luckily enough.
"Darla,
would you mind taking Drusilla hunting?" I ask her, pleading with my eyes
for her to understand. I think it'll work better if Spike and I discuss this
alone.
She sighs
and grudgingly agrees. "Fine. Come, Dru." She turns back to me.
"We'll meet you both back here in an hour." I nod and she and
Drusilla walk off.
"We're
not feeding off humans on the boat, Will. Darla and I have already discussed
this. It would be too dangerous, to arouse suspicion like that. I had a minion
break into a blood bank and we have enough blood supplies to last all of us for
a week. That's how we'll feed."
He gives
me this disgusted look and I know what he's thinking. It's not fresh. It's
probably going to taste terrible. It's not the way we're supposed to feed. But
for all I know, there could be a slayer on this boat. Or at least someone who
would recognize the clues pointing to the presence of a vampire. It's only a
week. He can put up with it.
"IT'S
BLOODY UNNATURAL IS WHAT IT IS!" I scream.
"Do
you *really* wanna eat clotted blood, Angelus? I for one will NOT live like
some animal in a cage! No fuckin' way! You can just sod off!" And with
that, I turn to go find a fresh kill, maybe a family I can live off of for the
week.
I grab
him by the arm and drag him into a nearby alley. I pin him to the wall and
growl. "You don't have a say in the matter, Spike. I'm your sire and
you'll do as I say." Oh, fuck. This is why I should always remember to
count to ten before dealing with an angry Spike. Because otherwise I make
things much worse by letting my anger speak for me.
I put my
hand over his mouth when he goes to reply. "Don't," I say, calmer
now. "Let's just both take a deep breath and discuss this rationally.
Please." I never, ever thought I'd get to the point where I would say
'please' to my childer. That was before I figured out how to best control
Spike, though.
"You
know I respect your opinions, but you also have to understand my thinking on
this. *Darla's* thinking. It really is best if we keep a low profile for the
next week. And that won't happen if we're feeding off live humans every night.
The crew will start to ask questions and who knows whether any of them will
have knowledge about vampires. This decision is the best one, to get us to New
York with the minimum amount of trouble."
If he thinks he can just push me around... FUCK HIM! And he
isn't the boss of me! Okay, well, technical- NO! He doesn't tell me what to do!
I'm a fuckin' vampire! I do what I want and I *kill* who I want. "Let. Me.
Go," I growl.
"No."
He struggles but he should know by now I'm just a little bit stronger than him.
"William, I need you to promise me that you'll do this our way. If you'll
cooperate, it'll make it easier to get Drusilla to obey.
"You
think I like the idea of drinking from a bag?" I ask. "You know
better than that. You know what I like even less, though? The idea of spending
a week avoiding the wrath of a group of humans who've figured out how to kill
us."
"So
don't leave the body layin' there. Toss it overboard," I tell him through
gritted teeth I try to push him away from me, but he's got me pinned. Damn it.
"No body, no crime. Now let. Me. Go."
"Oh,
like they won't notice dozens of missing bodies?" I say, ignoring his
demand. I'm not planning on letting him go until he's agreed to my decision. He
has to agree or Darla won't be happy. And things have been going so well for
the past week, I'd rather not return to being trapped in the middle of World
War III between them again.
"Bloody
hell, LET ME GO!" I yell. I'm sick of this! I'm sick of playin' the
obedient little rat. One week is long enough.
He
tightens his grip on my arms, "Lemme go! *I'm* going to be *normal*
vampire and go *eat* someone."
"Will."
I try to get him to look in my eyes but he's stubbornly avoiding them. "I
have let you do your own thing in the past, more than eighty percent of the
time. Please do as I say this time."
"Fine,"
I growl. "Now let me go."
I can't
help it. I'm so thrilled that he agreed. I lean in and kiss him, running my
tongue along his teeth to try to get him to let me in. I know, not exactly
letting him go, but did he really think I'd do that?
"No,"
I growl and knee him in the groin. Now *that* got me loose.
I walk
around him and head for the streets. I'm so pissed.
And WHY
am I pissed? Because, save for last night, I haven't even gotten in arms length
of him! Bitch kept him in *her* fucking bed all week and any time I tried to
get him, she'd come up with an excuse or something. And of COURSE he just went
along with it, so it's HIS bloody fault!
Fuck
this! As soon as we land in the states, I'm gone. I don't care if Dru's with me
or not. I sure as hell am *not* gonna wait around for my bloody *turn* and I
sure as hell am not gonna spend the next ten years or twenty years waiting for
Darla to come up with anot-
I stop
as I see Dru and Darla leading some young girl off into the alley. Cor, they're
both gorgeous.
And I
guess that's what kills me the most.
Something's
clearly bothering him. Something other than the planned feeding arrangements.
And yes, the knee to the groin was my first clue. I'm not always that good at
reading Spike.
And I
have two choices on how to deal with this. One, I could try to get him to talk
to me and tell me what's wrong. But he doesn't seem to be in a talking kind of
mood. Or a fucking kind of mood, either. And that's just irritating, because I
haven't had him in six days and sixteen hours. Last night doesn't count,
because even though the threesome with Darla was fun, I like to have my boy all
to myself.
So
talking and fucking are apparently out. For now. So my other option is to let
him work out his anger on a human victim and *then* try to get him to talk to
me. So that's what I'll do. Except I'd better catch up with him now.
Damn
I'm hungry. But what do I wan- oh beautiful!
A
gorgeous brunette. He's sitting on a bench with his ticket in hand. And he's
alone, clutching a photo.
I walk
towards him. I've got a plan. I've got a great plan.
I catch
up with Spike and walk beside him. He seems to be set on ignoring me, but for
the moment I let him try. I know him well enough to know he's not completely
oblivious to my presence. I can feel it; he's trying a little too hard to avoid
looking at me.
He stops
and I follow his gaze to one of the piers. There's a human sitting on a bench,
a young man. Apparently he's Spike's victim of choice. And I can't wait to see
what his plan is. I love watching my boy hunt, almost as much as I love
watching him kill.
I know
he's back there but I don't much care about him. He knows enough to hang back a
little as I walk up to the man. "Hello," I say.
"Uh,
hello, do I know you?"
"I
don't think so. Just saw you sittin' 'lone is all, thought perhaps we had that
in common. I sit?" I ask as I point next to him.
"Sure,"
he says as he moves some of this things over.
"Thanks.
Who's that?" I ask, pointing to the picture.
"Oh,
her? She's my-" I notice a tear fall down his cheek. "*Was* my
wife."
"Was?
She left you?"
"She
died."
"Oh?
How? Accident?"
"I
don't know. We're honeymooning and we were at a restaurant. She said she'd be
right back and she never returned from the bathroom. The police..." He
just starts crying and I move in close to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"The police said there were severe neck injuries."
Oh?
'Severe neck injury' is twentieth century for death by vampire.
"Sorry,
Mate," I console him, while inching closer yet.
I place
my other hand on his thigh and he jumps, "HEY! Who do you think you are?" He asks.
"Your
savior," I tell him and then, I stand up and walk away. Ooo... a blond! I
follow her tight little skirt down the street. I've got ten minutes to kill.
What the
hell was that? A perfectly good victim and Spike just lets him go? But then I
see the girl and decide to chalk it up to his seriously non-existent attention
span.
I follow
him. Again. And this ignoring me is getting more than a little annoying, but I
did decide to let him be until after he's fed.
However,
I'm hungry. And since he doesn't seem to have any interest in letting me play,
too... I spot a redhead nearby and approach her. She's clearly a prostitute but
I've never been too picky on choice of food. Pretty and human, those are my
basic criteria.
"Hello,
Honey," she smiles at me. "Want to have a little fun?"
Oh, yeah.
Just not the kind you're thinking of. "Sure," I smile. Before she can
say another word, she's pinned to the wall of an alleyway, my fangs in her
throat and one of my hands on her mouth to muffle her screams. Normally, I'd
play a little more, but this feeding has to be quick. I *do* have to track down
Spike, so we can talk.
I growl
as her body drops to the pavement below with a thud. Good to the last drop!
Okay, I
notice that passengers are starting to line up to be let on. Great. Just in
time.
I look
to the bench and catch his eye. I don't even know his name. I should find out.
He
turns to start walking to the gate so I rush up and slide my arms around his
waist and pull him back against me. "What's yer name?" I coo into his
ear.
"Huh?"
He squeaks.
"What's
your name, Luv?"
I hear
him swallow before he answers, "Adam."
"Well,
Adam," I lick the back of his neck, "I guess I'll see you
around."
I walk
away from him in time to see Dru and Darla gathering the last couple suitcases.
"Ducks," I say as Dru rushes to me.
"My
nasty wicked Boy!" She runs her hands through my hair, "Little games.
All in your head. But you are very cross and it burns us all. It will burn us
all, Spike."
"We're
fine, Luv," I inform her.
"Where's
Angelus?" Darla asks. I'm sure that's all she cares about. I'm about to
tell her I don't really care when I hear him. Or rather *feel* his presence.
Spike was
flirting with that boy and I'm not sure but I think he wanted me to see it. And
it doesn't matter. All I can think is: What the fuck was that???? But no. I'm
not going to let him make me give him more reasons to be angry with me. And
that made absolutely *no* damn sense, but that's Spike's effect on me.
I'm going
to remain calm. I'm going to remain calm. Ah, there are the girls. Darla will
make me remain calm. Even though I still plan on having that talk with Spike,
before too long.
I walk
over to them and pull Darla close. "Hello, Love. Did you have fun?" I
ask. My eyes are still on Spike but he's ignoring me.
"It
was fine. I'm just ready to be away from this place," Darla replies.
"I know they're watching--"
"They're
not," I say insistently, tipping her chin up to look at me. Her paranoia
is getting old and I've tried to be understanding but she's driving me crazy!
"The minions would have noticed and reported to me, Darla. They haven't,
which means everything is fine. *He* either doesn't know where we are, or he
just doesn't care."
She
flinches at that; she doesn't like to believe she could be so easily replaced
by her sire. And I didn't mean to be cruel... I sigh. "Come on. Let's get
to our rooms." I lead my family up the ramp onto the ship.
Great
bloody idea! To our rooms. I keep my arm around Dru's waist as she whispers,
"Gonna burn. The flame's too hot and the chocolate boils."
What I
wouldn't give to be in her mind for a day! I pull her against me and kiss her
softly. She just giggles and I grab her breast. After all, it's the twentieth
century, right?
"What
floor?" I ask openly, but I know that Angelus is the only one who knows.
He has the tickets. I just don't wanna ask him directly.
"The
first floor below deck," I reply. "We've got adjoining rooms."
I'm relieved that he's at least speaking to me, even if he won't address me
directly. I hand over the tickets to the crewmember and he waves us through.
After ten
more minutes, we're in our rooms, unpacking. Spike shut the door between our
rooms the moment we got in. And I'm tired of patience. I turn to Darla.
"I'm going to talk to Spike."
She looks
at me, her displeasure clear. "Angelus--"
"No."
I growl, surprising her. Surprising myself, too. But another thing that's
getting on my nerves is how clingy she's been of me lately. She's "talked
me out of" every attempt the past week to be with Spike. And I know that's
got to be part of the reason he's irritated with me...
Oh.
"Darla,
I'm going to talk to Spike." I wait for her to argue but she shrugs and
turns her back on me. I go to the door to my childer's room, not surprised to
find it locked. But I have the keys to both rooms, so I unlock it and enter.
"Drusilla, I need to speak with Spike," I say. "Go in there and
help Darla unpack." She pouts but obeys.
Dammit!
She
sings as she goes into the other room, "The wormies! The wormies! All
their brains are gone! We ate them up and fried them up and now they are all
done!"
I can't
help but laugh. I don't think there will ever come a time when I *don't* love
Drusilla.
I love
hearing that sound. And a few others of course... Okay, focus.
"I
can tell something's bothering you, Spike. Tell me what it is so I can fix
it?" I ask, walking closer to him. He tenses, but doesn't look up at me,
continuing to put his clothes away.
I think I
do know what's wrong, but I need to hear it from him. He needs to tell me, too.
It doesn't work when he keeps his anger bottled up inside like that. It only
pushes him farther away from whoever he's mad at. I don't plan on letting that
happen. Not when I just got him back in my life on a more permanent basis.
"Why
does somethin' always have to be the matter?" I ask him. "Nothin' the
matter," I say as I grab Dru's bag of dresses. She likes them in the
closet and gets very upset when she opens an empty closet. I guess she just
assumes that closets have her dresses in them.
And
this entire situation is *not* what I expected. I mean, Darla *said* she wanted
to try. She *said* we could share him and live together but she's been nothing
but a bitch ever since. I mean, why bother? Does our agreement only work one
way? Does it start when we set foot in New York? Or was it just her way of
amusing herself? Of getting me to really fuck her?
I don't
give a fuck. To Darla, a cock is just a cock, don't matter who it's attached
to.
He hangs
up Drusilla's dresses and I walk over to him. I grab him, turning him to face
me. Well, face my chest, since he's still doing the 'not meeting my eyes'
thing. "Something's wrong, Will. I know you and I can tell." I stroke
his cheek. "And I've missed you. So I'd rather get this straightened out
sooner, rather than later."
"Oh,
you mean you have permission from her royal highness to spend time with
me?" I snap. "Well, golly gee," I say in my best southern belle
drawl, "I'm just besides myself you big muscular man."
And
there's my answer. He *is* angry that Darla's kept me from him this past week.
And I should've known, earlier. Spike doesn't like feeling like he's my second
choice. But neither does Darla. And there's the true source of my predicament.
Because neither of them is more or less important to me. I need them both
equally. Although I can't exactly say that to Darla, she *would* order me to
stake Spike, out of jealousy. And it's no surprise that Spike doesn't know it,
because I wouldn't dare say it to him, for fear that he'd let it slip to Darla
in one of their fights.
But none
of this brooding is getting my anywhere, at the moment. I grab Spike's chin,
tilting his head up to look into his eyes. And I see the anger there, but
there's also hurt behind it. "I missed you," I repeat. "I'm
sorry that I gave in to Darla when she wouldn't let me spend time with you this
past week." And I can count on one hand the number of times I've apologized
verbally to Spike. And his surprise is evident. "And for your information,
I didn't get her permission just now. She's pretty well pissed at me."
"Gee,
don't me any favors."
I sigh in
aggravation. "This isn't about me doing you a favor. This is me being
completely selfish and have I been speaking English, or not, for the past five
minutes?! I said, I missed you and I fucking meant it!" Rather than let
him reply too quickly, I lean in and kiss him, trying to make him understand
I'm telling him the truth.
I don't
*want* to kiss my sire. I mean I *want* to, but I don't *WANT* to. It's a
complicated issue.
However,
at this particular moment, *want* has nothing to do with it. He's kissing me
and I'm letting him because he's a bloody good kisser. That's the only reason.
Seriously.
And I
know it isn't *his* fault that she backed out of our agreement. But god dammit!
If he just walked out of her room tonight, why not three days ago? Or five days
ago? Why now?
I growl
and push him away. "I'm goin' to have a smoke," I inform him before
heading for the door.
Damn it!
And I thought things were going so well. I run after him, reach out and push
the door closed. He turns to yell at me, but I pin him against the door, which
throws off his thought process. I grab his wrists, pinning them above his head.
"No," I say firmly. "We're going to straighten this out, whether
you want to or not.
"I
missed you. I wanted you. I always do. I just..." I shrug. "In case
you haven't noticed, Darla hasn't been herself lately. So I didn't push the issue
when she wanted me to stay with her. But I should have. And I *am* sorry if I
made you feel like you were second choice." The demon in me always
protests when I try to apologize to him. And it does so now, but I ignore it.
Spike isn't just a childe. He's my favored, and beyond that he's a companion
and a loyal friend. I don't think I make that clear enough to him sometimes.
"Let
go of my hands!" I try yanking them out of his grip, but he's just too
bloody strong!
"No,"
he says simply.
I growl
at him and flash him fang. "You *will* let me go! You have no right to
keep me here!"
"I
have no RIGHT?!" I scream, before I get myself under control. I see just
the quickest flash of fear, like he knows he's gone too far. Like back in the
bad old days, before we came to an understanding...
"WHAT'LL
YOU DO, ANGELUS? RAPE ME?"
I pull
away and turn my back to him. I won't let him know how much that angry remark
hurt me. I thought we'd got past all that. "No," I growl, not looking
at him. "If you want to go so badly, then just go."
Of
course I know that was a kick in the face. But- so was this past week. I know
that's not his fault-
"I
just- I gotta take care-a somethin'," I tell him before walking out in the
hallway. I don't want him to know I'm going next door. It's just- IT'S HER
BLOODY FAULT!
Fucking
bitch. She lied to me. I actually thought things were different. But nothing
changes, not with Darla. I should've known.
TBC
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