Around the World

On the Way To New York City

-Part Two-

 

AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Angelus (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Around the World

PAIRING : Angelus /Spike and Darla

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 on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored  before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!

 

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I open the door and see her sitting there on the bed, letting Drusilla do all the tidying up for her. Selfish bitch. "Drusilla, go in the other room, Luv," I say. I'm surprised I keep my voice so calm. "Angelus ... he needs you." Yeah, I'm feeling guilty for treating him that way. But I know she'll read him and try to make him feel better.

 

She looks like she's going to argue, but she goes silent when she looks in my eyes. I guess it's obvious, then. She nods and leaves without a word.

 

 

I've actually been expecting this although he looks quite upset. I'm actually slightly nervous, which in my opinion is a bad thing.

 

 

I'm in her face in less than a second, my hand around her neck. "What the HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!" I growl. "ALL BLOODY WEEK, I've been waiting for some sign that you remembered our DEAL!!! But NO, High and Mighty BITCH can't be bothered to be true to her promises. DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'D JUST SIT BACK AND TAKE IT???!!"

 

 

I reach down after he finishes his tirade and grab his balls and squeeze them in a vice-like grip. "You. Will. Let me. Go."

 

 

I hiss and backhand her, getting her to let *me* go. Then I step back. "I'm just glad you showed your true colors immediately," I say, still shaking with anger. "Drusilla and I will be gone the minute this fucking ship lands in New York. And that's a promise."

 

 

I *have* to get him to let me go so I can explain. Not that I owe him an explanation, but- Angelus *has* been cooperative now that he thinks Spike will be with us. AND Spike has actually been tolerable.

 

I use the distance between us to my advantage. I grip his arms tight and lift my legs off the ground. Quicker than he knows what's happening, I lift and bed my legs between us, and kick his chest with both feet, hard. He goes flying back and I land on the bed.

 

"FUCK!" I scream as I hold my neck. "That *hurt* you little PRICK!" I sit up and look over at him. "Now would you just relax for one fuckin' minute?"

 

 

I'm glad I hurt her. Even though I couldn't have hurt her half as much as she hurt me, by keeping me away from my sire. I don't hear him next door; he and Dru must have gone off somewhere. I'm glad; because there's no way he would've let me confront Darla.

 

"WHY?!" I reply to her question. "So you can LIE to me some more? Give it a rest, Darla. I should've trusted my instincts about you in the first place, and never believed you. I've learned my fucking lesson and you won't screw me over again.

 

"And even though getting you off this earth would make me feel better, I won't do it. Because he likes you, even if I don't see the attraction. And unlike you, I don't want to make *him* suffer as a result of our problems."

 

 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I scream at him as I slap his face, cutting him with my nails. "Were you ALWAYS this annoying?!"

 

I walk over to the dresser and open one of my drawers. I take out the letter before turning back to him.

 

"THIS is why I wasn't able to fulfill my end of the bargain, Spike. And if you'd have given me a second of your time, I would have *told* you that. But now I'm not even sure I *want* you with us. So find Dru and get off the boat before we leave. I don't want you on the same country, let alone the same continent."

 

With that, I walk to the door and open it, waiting for him to leave.

 

 

"Yeah, that's all really fucking convenient," I say, not moving one inch. "Show me some stupid piece of paper, like I'm supposed to believe that holds all the mysterious secrets? Did I *not* mention that I don't believe you anymore?"

 

 

"Of course you wouldn't believe me. And *that* is precisely why I didn't show you tell you about it six days ago when it was delivered. And if you don't trust me, then get out because the next time I see you, you'll have a *reason* not to trust me," I say and I'm sure he's heard stories. As soon as my minions and fledges turn on me, I turn on them ten times worse.

 

 

I just snort with laughter. Her threats don't mean a bloody thing to me. We both know how Angelus would react if she killed me. The same way he'd react if I killed her.

 

"I would've believed you, if you had given me ONE reason why you were backing out on our deal. But now, well, gee. Just give me some vague excuse and I'm supposed to go all submissive and apologetic? Fuck that. I don't *need* you, in order to survive. You know damn well why I came back and if you're taking away that reason, then I'm not sticking around."

 

I turn away and head for the door directly to my room. I hope it was in time for her not to notice that I'm not just angry. And just for the record, William the Bloody does not cry. Anyone other than Dru who says so, it'll be the last thing he or she says. But I am upset. I was looking forward to being close to my sire again. And to have all that ripped away with no reason... It's just not right.

 

 

"I couldn't tell you because I couldn't. I have my reasons and I sure as hell don't need *your* permission to withhold information from you or anyone," I say as I follow him to his room. Angelus is gonna be upset. He's going to be *really* upset, but I will not tolerate such blatant disrespect towards me.

 

"But you just run along and be a little baby, Spikey," I tease. "Be a coward! Run off like a little human. And don't bother coming back. You *won't* survive me again."

 

 

"Yeah. You made it very clear that you're in charge and to hell with whatever anyone else thinks," I say. I walk in my room and close the door behind me. I'm glad Angelus isn't here. I'll have to go find them, get Drusilla. Then we'll get off the ship. I won't tell Angelus, because this wasn't my mess. It's hers. Let her come up with some lie, I don't fucking care.

 

 

I guess I did this to myself. He's not even terrified of me. He used to be and now he's not.

 

He's not anything except tired of me.

 

Well, that simply won't do. No one walks away from me and he sure as hell isn't getting the last word!

 

I kick open the door to his room. Angelus and Dru are out and I think I really surprised him. "Okay, here this," I say. "First off, you have absolutely no right under any circumstance to come into *MY* room and strangle me. Got it? Secondly, I *am* in charge. *I* make decisions that affect this family and you have no right to question them. *I* do what *I* have to do to protect my own and if you don't the way I handle that, then you sure as hell *can* leave. But I won't protect you anymore, however I've decided that Drusilla does *not* and *will* not suffer from your stupidity or arrogance. She will be staying with Angelus and I."

 

And then, I turn around and head for the door.

 

 

"You think I need your protection?" I demand. "I never asked for it. And I thought you 'allowed' me to come back because I was capable of fucking HELPING you and Angelus build a clan. So which is it, Darla? Make up your bloody mind."

 

 

"You *can* help. In fights. Not in this. Angelus doesn't even know because *I* chose not to tell him. He worries too much about me. And by being a member of this family, by being Angelus childe, you're in danger. This has nothing to do about the clan. This has to do with getting us all out of Europe.

 

"I didn't *allow* anyone to come back. I don't want the Master to have the satisfaction of killing off *my* family. God, do you even have the slightest understanding of how much danger we were in? *Still* in until this boat leaves the dock?"

 

I close the door and lock it. I certainly don't need to run the risk of anyone overhearing or walking in. "The Master wants Drusilla," I confess. "He wants to keep her for the visions. I'm not about to let that happen and he knows *you* wouldn't either. He'd waste no time in dusting Angelus *and* you.

 

"You wanna know why I couldn't keep up the deal? Because getting us out of Europe alive was more important. That letter was sent from one of my former minions. I saved her actually, from a night with the Master when he was upset. She felt she owed me so she's been keeping me informed about the Court."

 

 

Okay, I get the protection part, but I still don't get the 'keeping it from me' part. Unless..."And what. You didn't tell me about the Master's plan, because you thought I'd do something stupid like going after him?" I don't bother to deny it. I would have gone into that bastard's cave and killed as many of his minions as I could, just on principle. And I probably would've gotten myself killed in the process. So I get it. I don't like it, but I get it.

 

 

"I hadn't even thought of that," I tell him because I really hadn't. "I didn't tell you because then you would've wanted your time with Angelus. The Master's not stupid. Had he even *thought* that we were getting along, he would have known you were planning on coming with us. He was waiting for Angelus and I to leave you two behind. He was going to kill you and take Drusilla. He's got spies all over. It had to look like you really hated me, which isn't far from the truth. And *that's* what was going on the last week."

 

I turn and unlock the door. "If you still want to leave with Dru once we're in the states, I won't stop you." And then, I open the door.

 

 

"I don't," I admit. "I just thought..." I sigh. "Look. Maybe, technically, I *should've* trusted you but you know the situation with Angelus is a sore spot. But as angry as I was, I shouldn't have attacked you. I'm sorry about that. There's no excuse and all I can say is it won't happen again.

 

"So.... truce?" I ask, hesitantly. I really don't want to leave. I'm starting to understand her and I think we could possibly be friends. Not to mention that I never wanted to leave Angelus.

 

 

I turn around really slowly and look at him. And *yes* I make him wait a few minutes in silence. He's probably contemplating if he'll say goodbye to Angelus and what it'll be like, how Dru will respond and if she'll want to go.

 

And that's good.

 

Because I *want* him to know the power I have. I want him to know exactly how much control I do have over this situation. I guess it's just like Angelus always said. It's not physical control, it's mental. That's the key to Spike.

 

"If you *ever* raise your hand again to me in *any* situation, you'll be dust before Angelus can blink." And from the look in his eyes, I really do think he believes me. Angelus is by far *not* the first childe I ever had and he certainly won't be the last. I am very fond of him, but I will *not* tolerate being treated with such disrespect.

 

"You *have* to understand that I will *always* act in the best interests of everyone in the group and if that means keeping you away from your sire for a while, then that's what will happen. And if it means, leaving you with your sire, I'll do that as well. But it isn't just *us* anymore, William." I walk over to him and really look him in the eye. "We're the head of a clan now, or we're going to be. It's not just the four of us we have to worry about. It will be the entire clan. The four of us and all those we will make and all those that will be made by our blood. Do you understand that? You're not a fledgling anymore, craving your sire's attention. *You're* going to be the sire. You'll soon know how hard it is to balance being a sire with wanting one."

 

 

I blink at her in surprise for a moment. "Oh. Yeah. I understand..." Kind of.

 

She nods, as if she's satisfied and then leaves. Okay. Now that that's settled... I should probably find Angelus. I was a little harsh.

 

A lot harsh.

 

It's been years since I've thrown our not-so-great past in his face and I don't know why I did it tonight. No, I do know why. I was mad and I took it out on him. And now don't I feel like shit for it. Because if I know him - and I do - he's off somewhere brooding about it.

 

Drusilla enters the room and she doesn't look too happy. "Too many voices in his head, he couldn't hear me," she says. "You have to go silence the voices, Spike," she insists, walking up to me.

 

I wrap my arms around her reassuringly. "I'll fix everything," I say, kissing her softly. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine." She looks somewhat convinced. "Where is he?" I ask.

 

"Upstairs, looking at the pretty stars," she replies. She finds Miss Edith on the bed then and starts talking to *her*, so I decide to leave. I walk down the hallway to the stairs up to the deck. And after a few minutes, I find him. He's found a spot away from the rest of the humans, staring out at the water. And I just noticed the ship is moving.

 

I'm glad. The sooner we can get to America and our new life, the better. But for now, I think I have some apologizing to do. I haven't decided yet if it'll be verbal... but I obviously made him feel like shit. And I can't have him brooding for the next seven days. It's annoying enough after seven minutes!

 

 

The ship is moving. I wonder if Spike is still on it? I think he is... I'd probably know if he wasn't. But that's one of the reasons I sent Drusilla back to her room. Maybe she can help him, since he obviously doesn't want anything to do with me.

 

And I thought he was irritated that I hadn't been spending time with him. Guess I read that one wrong. And if he really does hate me that much, I never realized it. I thought we'd been getting along. But maybe he just puts up with me because it's easier than the alternative... An alternative that he chose to throw in my face.

 

Yeah I'm doing a great job of keeping this family happy. Darla's upset, Spike's upset, Drusilla's insane. Well, at least Dru's a consistent one.

 

 

I creep up behind him quietly and luckily he doesn't hear me; the boat is too noisy.

 

I figure I'll just throw myself at his feet and hope he doesn't turn me away. And I admit, he has the right to do so, but I was fuckin' stupid. I'm also fairly certain that the next time Darla and I are alone, that I *will* be punished for attacking her.

 

I stand behind him for a few seconds before sliding my hands down over his shoulders to his chest. Then, I start nibbling on his ear and purring.

 

 

I catch his scent but I don't turn around. I'm not ready for round two. I can only imagine what else he wants to yell at me about. I'm sure he's got a list... a very long list.

 

I jump when I feel his hands slip down over my shoulders to my chest. Okay... gotta admit, I wasn't expecting that. And then he nibbles on my earlobe. And I *really* wasn't expecting that.

 

And okay, not too unusual that he's affectionate around me. But it is unusual given the fact that less than fifteen minutes ago, he was screaming at me in anger. So even though a part of me thinks it's a bad idea to question the sudden change -'don't remind him why he should hate mme!', the voice screams - I can't just let it go.

 

I turn around and he drops his arms to his sides. I grab him by the waist when he steps back. "Spike... what...?" I don't know what to ask first, so I decide to leave the question open-ended. He probably knows what the questions are, so he can decide which one to reply to.

 

 

I don't much feel like apologizin' and I sure as hell don't wanna *think* about it, let alone *talk* about it. And he'd only wanna know what happened between Darla and I, since he's been bothering me about it ever since he got home that night. And he also doesn't know about the Master's threats.

 

So, there's only one thing to do.

 

I step towards him so I'm pressed against him and then I attack him mouth because it's been a bloody week! A week without kissing him! And that's too long to wait.

 

I grind my hips against his and slide my hands between us to stroke his cock.

 

 

Oh. This is... really, *really* unexpected. And... Oh, fuck it. This is my boy, kissing me, touching me. And I haven't had him in six days, sixteen hours, and thirty minutes.

 

No, I don't keep count. Really.

 

I'll ask questions later. I probably won't get any answers then, anyway. Not verbal ones, anyway. Spike's always been better at actions than words. Which is just fine with me, when he touches me like that.

 

I groan and tighten my arms around him, pressing us closer. I feel him grin against my mouth but it doesn't matter. He can think whatever he wants about which one of us has the real power in this relationship. I don't give a shit. He's mine; that's all I care about. I growl and thrust my tongue into his mouth, making him whimper. My turn to grin.

 

 

Oh bloody hell!

 

"Angelussss..." I hiss as I try my damnedest to pull away.

 

 

Shit. Now fucking WHAT?! I release him, even though it's the last thing I want to do. But I also don't want a repeat of earlier. I give up. If this is his way of punishing me, he's doing a really good job of it.

 

 

I'm glad he had the strength to back away. "We should-" I kiss him again, softly, "Probably get to a room. I don't really fancy a public shag tonight."

 

 

I stare at him for a minute, speechless. I finally find my voice, to say, "Okay." I grab him by the wrist and practically drag him to the stairway. I know, I'm so romantic.

 

We get downstairs and I just can't help myself. I turn and slam him up against the wall, kissing him desperately. I pull away before he can recover enough to try to push me off him. I smile at the dazed expression on his face and stroke his cheek softly. Gods, I missed him.

 

I remember the original intention to find the room, which was a really good idea. So I grab his arm again and pull him down the hallway to his room.

 

 

I'm so hard it fuckin' hurts as he drags me down the stairs and slams me into a wall. I do so love when he's this primal. I guess I always just love being throw against walls by my sire.

 

He pulls me down the hallway and I feel him up all the while, grabbing his ass and stroking his cock whenever the angle is right.

 

I'm really hoping Darla got Dru out of my room.

 

Fuck, I'm hoping Darla got her out my room

 

 

Damn it! This is the longest fucking hallway in the history of long fucking hallways. But finally, we reach his room. I hope Dru had a vision that told her to go somewhere else... Hell, it doesn't matter. She'll figure it out when she sees us. She's insane, not stupid.

 

It's locked. I didn't lock it. Fuck. I search my pockets for the key and growl when Spike rubs up against me from behind. "Will..."

 

I find the key and unlock the door. I open it, look around. Dru's gone. Good. I turn and push Will against the door again as I attack his mouth. He moans and I start thrusting against him, moaning myself when our cocks rub together through our clothes.

 

I slip my hands under his duster and up over his chest to the neck of his T-shirt. I grab it and pull, ripping it in two. I hope he wasn't that fond of the shirt. But at the same time, I'm not in a patient enough mood tonight to care. I'll buy him a new shirt later. As many as he wants.

 

Right now though, I really need to touch him. So I do, running my hands over every inch of his chest. I pause at his nipples, pinching and tugging them roughly.

 

 

"Oh fuck me!" I wail as I wildly pump my hips into his.

 

It's just been too fucking long.

 

But ya know, he tore my bloody shirt. And turn about is fairplay so I tear his from him and mirror his motions on his own damn nipples, only harder.

 

 

Shit. I liked that shirt. Oh, well. I guess I deserved it.

 

I growl and grab his hands, holding them over his head. He tries to get free but I don't let go. And this time he's not mad, just frustrated. So that's okay then.

 

I transfer his wrists to one hand, and slip the other between our bodies, stroking him through his jeans as I continue thrusting against his hip.

 

 

I've never been much for the preshow, not like Darla, so I growl and say, "Fuck me already."

 

 

I chuckle and pull away reluctantly. "Strip."

 

 

Sure as hell don't need to tell me twice.

 

Two seconds after he lets me go, I'm completely naked, staring at him.

 

 

If only I could get him to be this obedient at other times. Oh, well. I suppose I should be grateful for it however I get it. I open my mouth to tell him to undress me, but think better of it. Because that worked out so well last time.

 

And it's not worth a power struggle, not when we're both in agreement about getting to the fucking as soon as possible. I think I prefer to keep us to one yelling match a night, anyway. So I shrug off what's left of my shirt and move my hands to the waistband of my pants, unfastening them.

 

 

Oh yeah. Inch by delicious inch, I watch my sire disrobe. My cock throbs and jerks and I start stroking it as I watch.

 

Oh yeah, I'm gonna get fucked tonight.

 

I lick my lips as his cock springs from his trousers. Oh yeah, fucked *real* good.

 

 

I push my slacks down off my legs and step out of them. I don't miss his appreciative look, either. I just smile. "Bed. Now."

 

 

"Fuck now," I reply as I dive onto the bed. "Nownownow!" I chant like a child, but I don't care. I want it. Bad.

 

 

I chuckle and pause just long enough to check the pockets of his duster. I retrieve the tube of lubricant and grin over at him. I'm glad he stays prepared for these occasions.

 

I approach the bed and crawl up along his body until we're face to face. I kiss him as I lower my body to his, groaning at the contact. Shit. It's really been too long. And I could tease him and torture him, but that would just torture me further. I need this *now*. We both do.

 

I move away to kneel between his legs and he whimpers in protest. He goes silent, however, when I squeeze some of the lube into my hand and coat one of my fingers with it. I look back up at him and discover that he doesn't need me to tell him what to do. He's pulled his legs up to his chest, waiting for me.

 

 

I lay there panting in anticipation but he's just still, looking up at me. "For fuck's sake, do it," I tell him. Shit. I clench my muscles, hoping to get some of his attention. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

 

 

Nothing now. I think I just needed to hear it one more time, hear him say he wanted this. I trace around his hole a few times. He moans, throwing his head back as he gasps for breath. He's so beautiful when he's like this, with his 'Big Bad' facade down. When he's just Will, my childe, and doesn't bother to hide that he wants me.

 

I push my finger inside him slowly, and he clamps his muscles down around me. I lean forward to kiss him as I push my finger deeper, moaning as I remember how good he'll feel around my cock. He slides his hands through my hair and thrusts up against me, pushing me all the way in. I twist my finger, and find his prostate, rubbing it.

 

 

"OH FUCK!" I scream and grab the base of my cock to keep from coming.

 

Wanna know the *real* reason why Darla and I fight like rabid dogs? For moments lik- "FUCK!" Like these!

 

For moments when he's makin' you feel things ya ain't never felt before. When he's got his fuckin' Adonis-like body pressed against you so intimately and he's got his finger in your ass (or cunt in Darla's case) and he's stroking your innards like he's fuckin' God's gift, which he is of course...

 

Shit.

 

I really fuckin' need to come. And he hasn't even touched me with his monster cock.

 

"Angelussss..."

 

 

Fuck, I wonder if he knows just how those rare moments of submissiveness affect me... Like just now, when he stopped himself from coming. It's like... for just a second, I *know* that I'm not doing everything wrong. When I treat him with respect and give him the affection he wants, he willingly takes on the submissive role. And if Darla could see... No. There's other reasons she doesn't need to see it for herself. I don't care, she can keep thinking I'm wrong.

 

I continue to thrust my finger inside him, making sure to hit his prostate on every stroke inside. "Angelus," he hisses.

 

"What?" I grin. Okay, so maybe I *am* in the mood to torture him a little.

 

 

Mother fucker.

 

And I think it in hate, but he really does fuck his mother. Well, his creator.

 

But that's besides the fuckin' point!

 

I growl, really sure that I'm not ready to give in. Seriously.

 

There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna *beg* him.

 

NO way.

 

No fuckin' way no how

 

I will *no- "FUCK!" I howl as he runs his slippery hand up and down my cock as his thumb brushes over the tip and his fingers, god his fingers! "PLEASEANGELUSPLEASELEMMECOMEFUCKANGELUSPLEASE!"

 

I'm an embarrassment to vampires and humans all over the world.

 

And damn proud of it.

 

 

While he's thinking about whether or not to beg me, I add another finger to his tight passage. He gasps and writhes on the bed, pushing down as I thrust inside him. I sit back, and begin to stroke his cock firmly. I think that's the undoing of my boy.

 

He begs so wonderfully. His voice breaks and he turns those deep blue eyes on me. And there's the pout.

 

And I could be mean and refuse to let him come. Technically it would be within my rights; he shouldn't come until after I have. But on the other hand, when have I ever paid that much attention to the old rules?

 

Yeah so there's my answer. I'll come tonight. A few times. So will he. Why bother keeping count of who comes when? "Come for me, Will," I say. At the same time, I withdraw my fingers, then slam three of them inside him, driving against his prostate.

 

 

"OHFUCKMEMASTER!" I scream and growl as I thrash around on the bed, come shoots everywhere and I'm just gone. Somewhere between here and oblivion.

 

 

Shit. I nearly come just by watching him. But I don't. Not until I'm inside him.

 

But I also want him to get the full effect of that, and he won't while he's still riding out his orgasm. I continue to stroke his cock and stretch his tight hole, letting him recover. Finally, he stops whimpering and panting and goes still.

 

He opens his eyes and looks at me. I like that dazed look on him. I pull my hand away from his cock and lick off his come, moaning at the taste of my boy.

 

My fingers are moving inside him easier now, so he's ready for me. I don't think he would have complained if I'd fucked him immediately, without preparing him. But I wasn't in the mood for a rough fuck tonight. Not after what he screamed at me earlier.

 

I withdraw my fingers and move his legs over my shoulders. I position my cock at his entrance and push forward slowly. His muscles tighten around me instinctively and I groan. I lean forward and kiss him gently. "Let me in, Will," I murmur against his mouth.

 

 

I swing my legs over his shoulders and then grab the backs of his thighs with my hands. My nails dig into his skin as I try desperately to pull into me. "Come in," I plead. "Just fuck me! Please, Master!" I'll pretty much do anything to get him inside me and fucking me.

 

Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. I don't much care as long as it's him and now!

 

"Angelus, please!" I beg once more as I pull his hips towards me. I just want him inside. *NOW*.

 

 

I groan as I push harder and slide all the way inside him. Oh, fuck me. This is perfect. There's no way in Hell I'd ever give this up.

I pull back, growling as he squeezes me and thrust back inside him. He whimpers, raising his hips up to meet me. "FUCK!" He screams and by the way his muscles quiver around my cock, I know I've hit his prostate.

I continue to thrust inside him, faster. He digs his fingernails into the backs of my legs as he tries to make me fuck him even harder. I growl and lean forward to kiss him again. I get it. He doesn't want slow and gentle, and I do want to give him what he wants.

 

I start to pound into him, as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. My tongue mimics the actions of my cock and he moans, arching up against me. I feel his cock brush against my stomach and slip a hand in between us, stroking it firmly.

 

 

"OH FUCK, ANGELUS! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!" Shit! I need to come! Holy fucking Hell!

 

 

I can feel it, I'm so close. I slam into him one more time and he squeezes my cock with his muscles. "FUCK! WILL!" I scream as I come. And the only thing that would make this more perfect.... I shift into gameface and sink my fangs into his neck

 

 

"OHSHIIIIIT!" I scream as I desperate try and get my hands to my cock. But I'm too late and I growl as I thrust upwards and the next thing I know is that I have Spike-covered Angelus stomach laying on me.

 

Not that it's a bad thing, but I really did wanna wait until he said I could come, since I was such an ass earlier.

 

 

Fuck, that was good. Not that I'm surprised. I collapse on top of him, trying to recover from that really powerful orgasm. Spike grunts, shoving at my shoulders, and I roll off him reluctantly.

 

I notice then that he came earlier, without my permission. He doesn't do that often; he knows that's one thing I don't usually tolerate. Why? I don't know, it just is. It's a control issue, I suppose. He's supposed to be focused on pleasing *me*, not getting *himself* off... or something like that.

 

He looks a little wary, actually. But I'm not mad. Not even slightly irritated. Maybe it's because I've been thinking about how we don't really have to follow the old rules. If my family... mine and Darla's, is truly going to be different, then we should have rules that make sense for us.

 

So I'm not mad. I trust Spike; I know he's going to remain loyal to me. He doesn't have to prove that anymore. In fact, he doesn't have to always be so submissive. Not when it's just the two of us, anyway.

 

And I've been thinking about this ever since our "argument" earlier. I do worry sometimes if he thinks I just use him for sex. I couldn't blame him for thinking that, either. When our roles are pretty well established. I fuck him, he sucks me off... On rare occasions I'll give him a blowjob, but I think I can count those times on one hand. So it wouldn't surprise me if he thinks he's just around for sex.

 

I don't want him to think that. I want our rules to be different. I want him to know that I do trust him... And I need to just make a fucking decision already. At least reassure him, because I think my silence is only making him more nervous.

 

TBC

 

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