-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 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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our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
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I reach
my childer's house in Prague shortly after midnight. After a several nights'
journey, I'm glad to be back in a familiar place. I'm not so much worried about
the Master sending anyone after me, but I know Darla will be relieved to find
out that I'm here and safe.
At first we'd planned to call William and Drusilla
and have them meet us here, but then Darla decided otherwise. So I've come here
to get them and meanwhile she's in Paris. She wanted to ask some members of the
clan that are still loyal to her some questions, find out what the Master's
plans are. We'll meet up in London in two weeks, and then we're all off to
North America.
I get out of the car and a few of Spike's minions
come to meet me. "Master Angelus," one of them says, obviously
surprised to see me. "We weren't expecting you."
"Are
William and Drusilla here?" I ask as I follow him into the house.
"I believe they are, Sir. I'll announce you immediately," he says and then runs upstairs to find one or both of my childer. I sit on the couch and wait. After days of driving, it feels good to sit down and relax.
"Ahhh..."
I moan as I sink back into the tub. One more damn telemarketer and I swear...
That's
it. I'm gonna find *all* telemarketers and kill them. Do the whole damn world a
favor!
Now, I'm not a ponce. But yes, I like taking bubble
baths. *Especially* when Dru is out of the house. She has a tendency to take
the 'relax' out of 'relaxation', not in a bad way... but still, a fella needs a
bre-
<Knock><Knock><Knock>
"WHAT?!"
I growl. I was just gettin' comfy.
"Master
Spike."
I
growl again as I jump out of the tub and yank the door open. "DO YOU NOT
SEE THE SIGN YOU IMBECILE?!" I scream as I grab his neck and shove his
face into the door. "READ IT!"
"Do
not disturb." He mumbles.
"AND
THAT'S COMPLICATED HOW?!" I scream as I throw him to the floor. "What
is *SO* bleedin' important that you had to interrupt MY BATH?!" God, I
hate minions!
"It's..."
He tries to stand up, but I kick him back down. "It's..." I watch as
Scott coughs up blood. "It's..."
"For
godsake, WHAT?!" I insist. If I don't get my bath now, I'm gonna miss my
telly. And I'm really lookin' forward to watching Friends without Dru singing
in the background about how much she wants to fuck Joey.
"Angelus."
He coughs up. "Master Angelus."
"Master
Angelus what?" I ask as I grab his head and yank him back.
"Is
downstairs." He spurts out.
"Oh." I drop his head and stand up. "Why didncha just say that?" I ask as I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.
I wonder
what's taking so damn long? I'm hungry and I thought Spike, Dru and I could go
hunting together. It's been a while since we've done that. Hopefully we'll be
doing it much more, if Darla really decides she can tolerate having Spike
around.
Then I
hear the yelling and I can't help smiling. Let's see. He must be watching
television. He hates it when his shows are interrupted. It never ceases to
amaze me how well my boy adapts to the times.
Some vampires get stuck in the time period they were turned, but not
Spike. He manages to blend in quite well.
I'm
tempted to wander upstairs and surprise him but then the yelling stops. So I
guess the minion either got the news out or got staked for irritating his
master. I'll give him a few more minutes. But if he doesn't come down, then
I'll assume the minion didn't get to explain the interruption. So then I'll get
to surprise Spike after all.
I hear doors slamming and pour myself a glass of wine as I wait for Spike. I wonder where Dru is?
"You
can be a real pain in the ass, Scott." I say and I toss his a towel.
"Clean yourself up. And stop gettin' blood on my rug."
I leave and head downstairs. I see him leaning against the bar. "And to what do I owe this surprise, dear sire of mine?"
Okay, he
wasn't watching television, unless he does that in just a towel. And now I
really wish I'd just gone upstairs and surprised him. I really could go for a
bath, myself.
Suddenly
I'm much less exhausted than I was five minutes ago. And I'm not all that
hungry, either. Not for food, anyway.
I look up at his face finally (no, I'm not obvious, not at all) and see that smirk. And there's a lot of ways to wipe that expression off his face but I choose the most enjoyable one - for both of us. I walk over to him. "Can't I visit my childer without having a specific reason for it?" I wonder. Then I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Yeah, I could definitely get used to having my family back together in one house.
Oh
yeah... nice little surprise this is.
My
damn cock jumps to attention. (Not like it wasn't already hard at the mere
mention of my sire's name earlier or anything...) But still. I should have
*some* respect. Shouldn't I?
He pulls me against him and I'm all too happy to let him rub against me and feel how glad I am to see him.
I am *so* fucking glad that Darla's letting me bring my
childer to live with us. Because I really have missed them. Him, specifically.
My William.
And I could just fuck him right here. He wouldn't protest.
But as tempting as the thought is, I don't really want an audience. So I pull
away and say, "I've been traveling for days and I could *really* use a
shower. Join me?"
"Like I'd ever say no to you, Angelus." I comment
as I follow him upstairs. "So, why *are* you here? Seriously."
"It's
a long story," I say with a sigh. "I'll give you the short version,
now, the long version later. Darla and I are going to America to live. She
agreed that you and Dru could come with us. So I came to get you two and we'll
travel to London to meet Darla in a few days."
Of course I didn't give him a say in the matter, but he knows
that if he refused I wouldn't force him. I choose carefully when to pull the
'I'm the sire' card on him; other times I tend to let him have his way. .
That's one of the reasons Darla made them leave. She didn't
think I was strict enough with Will. Maybe she was right; I do have a soft spot
for my boy. But so far, it hasn't proven to have bad consequences. It keeps us
getting along, which is the way I prefer it.
With Darla? And Angelus? To live? A whole bunch of bad
things zip through my head.
Like I'd ever *wanna* be with that bitch. She and I never
really got along. Of course that's the understatement of the bloody millennium.
To say that would be like to say the Jews never got along with the Nazis.
Darla and me? World War III. Of course, back then, the wars
hadn't happened yet, so perhaps we were World War I? Whatever. But the fact remains
that Darla never liked me. Not in the least.
Even back then, before she knew how it would be between
Angelus and I, she hated me. As soon as I rose and we fed, he dragged me in
front of her and she's been bitterly jealous ever since. Guess she gets it from
the old bat. She's afraid Angelus will leave her for me, because she left *her*
sire for her favored childe. And there's no doubt in anyone's mind who his
favored is. Me.
And damn proud of it.
We've basically lived together off and on for a century.
Finally, in the last few years, she gave him an ultimatum. Dispose of us or she
would dispose of him. So he let us go. Not like Dru and I had any choice, mind
you… but we've got a nice set up here. She likes Prague, thinks it's got the
best nights for communicating with the stars.
Bloody marvelous she is, my Dru.
But now Darla 'agrees' to let us come? What if we don't
wanna go to America? I wouldn't mind. Not like I ain't been there before… but
still, to live? Something must be goin' on.
We get to my bathroom and I pull the plug on my now cold
bath. "So what's goin' on?" I ask him as the water empties out
slowly.
I lean
back against the wall as Spike gets the shower ready for us. Again, I think I'll
go with the short version. "The Master decided he didn't like the way
Darla runs the family. So he decided to kick her out of the clan.
"She's a little more upset about it than I am; I'm glad we don't have to answer to the creature anymore. But I don't want her worrying about what he or others might try to do so I suggested we find a new place to live. New York for a while, then..." I shrug. "Wherever."
"So," I say as start running the hot water. I
like to get a good inch of water in the bottom of the tub before my showers. My
feet get cold easily. "So you just assume we'll come with you?" I ask
without casting him a glance. I always was a mischievous bastard.
I was
hoping to have that conversation much later but of course that didn't work out
like I planned. "Will, I'd prefer it if you and Dru were nearby, for two
reasons," I say. "One being, I'd rather not have to take a plane trip
when I want to see you. The other reason being that I don't know if the Master
is going to try to send some of his minions after you and I'd feel better if we
were all together in case that happens.
"Am
I assuming you'll come? No. I'm making a request; you have to decide what
you're going to do."
TBC
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