-Part Two-
AUTHORS: dru as Darla & Evil Willow as
Angelus (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Around the World
PAIRING : Angelus/Darla
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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I have two choices. I can get
angry... which would only make her angrier, or I can relent for the moment. I
choose the latter. This place is too loud to do much talking, anyway. I sit down and try to content myself with
just looking at her. Unfortunately, looking at her, when she's so incredibly
sexy tonight, gets me even more turned on than I was earlier.
And it's doubtful she'll be in the mood to want to help me with that problem, tonight. So I have no doubt it's going to be a very, *very* long night.
Part of me is disappointed. He
gave up. He acquiesced. And yes, I wanted that, but he is more than my childe,
he's also my mate. My chosen mate. And he *chooses* to sit down and not pursue
me further?
But that's just the part of me
that's... still human? I don't know. But I don't dwell on it because I know he
wouldn't chase me through Europe if he didn't want me... if I wasn't still
desirable to him. He wouldn't come back. And that's one thing I know. Angelus
always comes back to me.
I growl softly as the matador
drives the final blow of the sword into the bull's neck and the bull falls to
the ground. Blood comes out of his mouth and I almost feel sorry for it...
ruthless humans have the audacity to complain about demon rituals?
They'll get another fight going
soon but I'm... bloodthirsty for something special... don't know for what, yet,
but I'll walk around a while. Find a quick bite to take the edge off and then
go hunting until dawn.
I turn and do not make eye contact with him as I exit up the pathway to the main hallway that will take me out onto the street.
I follow when she leaves her seat,
of course. I don't give a damn whether she wants me to or not. I didn't spend
two fucking weeks trailing her, to let her out of my sight anytime in the near
future. No. Whether Darla likes it or not, she's got a shadow now.
I grin as I realize I'm probably going to make it a little difficult for her to find another willing mortal to bed. Well, she can certainly try, of course. I *am* getting hungry.
I smile as I hear and feel him
behind me, keeping his distance.
But I will not allow him to ruin
a prime kill, or my pleasure, later. He knows how much I love taking mortals
home. First of all, it drives him crazy. But secondly, the warmth often feels
good. Both blood and cum. Mostly, I love doing it because it drives him mad
with jealousy and when he bursts in the door... he's gorgeous when he rips my
chosen lover in two.
I feel the stolen blood start to
rush inside my body filling my labia and I start to ache for something...
special.
I start to walk down the street
and see a crowded gay bar. Sounds exciting... and a way to add a little... fun
(and humiliation) of my Darling.
I make sure he sees me walk into the bar and I stand in the corner with a tinto de verano and wait for him. I make sure I push my dress down as to show off my bosom to him in hopes of enticing him to talk to me again.
In the words of my boy, Bloody
Hell.
I have a feeling she's got a
particularly devious plan in mind. But what do I do? I follow her inside. I get
looks from every man in the place. And on another occasion, I'd have some fun
with ... a few... of the better looking ones. But not tonight. Tonight I just
want Darla.
I walk over to her and ask, "So are you talking to me yet, Love?"
I smile and press myself against
him before sliding down and up sensuously. I feel his hand slide around to cup
my ass but I pull his hand away and turn to the nearest man sitting there.
"Hablas
ingles?" I ask.
The man nods and finished his
drink, "Yes, I'm vacationing with a few friends."
I smile, "And you came here?" He nods and I notice his glances at Angelus. "Can you believe that my friend here is actually the world's best cocksucker?" I ask and turn to watch his face.
WHAT THE FUCK?
"Would you excuse us for a minute?" I ask with a fake grin at the man. He looks puzzled, but shrugs. I lean toward Darla and whisper, soft enough so only she can hear. "If you want to punish me, for whatever you think I did wrong, then fine. But please don't bring *humans* into this. Let's just go back to your place, and settle this between the two of us. Please."
I smile at the human as I lean up
to Angelus' ear, "Since I am as your sire, you'll do whatever the hell I
want you to do and you'll love doing it because it pleases me. And since I'm
your mate and you've killed off my previous lovers, you'll do well to provide
me with entertainment of my choosing."
And then I turn back to the man,
"He actually told me that he'd suck off the five most handsome men in a
bar of my choosing... he knows how much it pleases me."
I glare up at Angelus and lean up again. "Don't *ever* push me, try to embarrass me, or give me orders again."
Fuck.
"Darla, I would never try to order you to do anything," I whisper. "You are my sire and you know I will do anything you tell me. Have I ever not? But I *am* begging you to let me do something else to apologize to you. Anything, but not this."
I smile at the man and add,
"Although he prefers older men, for some reason. I guess everyone has
their kinks... have you seen any? Older men, I mean? Perhaps somewhere in their
sixties or older?"
The man smiles, "There are all kinds here, Ma'am. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go look for my friends."
He
leaves and I turn to Angelus, "Push me again, Boy, and you'll know what
true evil is."
Damn it all to Hell. I will *not*
play this game. I'm leaving. Now.
Yes, this is me, leaving.
Although, I guess technically you have to be somewhere *else* in order to have left a place. Damn it. "Darla, please. Anything, other than this. Whip me, beat me, torture me, don't give me permission to come for days... weeks?" This is pretty pathetic, I realize. Angelus, Scourge of Europe, begging to be tortured. But she knows I have issues about submitting to others. I submit to her because I have to. I don't, however, submit to others. Ever.
I walk back over to the bar,
"Otro,
por favor." And then, I turn back to him,
"I don't really see what the problem is since I'm sure you've sucked
little Willie's cock down your throat more than a few times. And besides, you
don't call or send word, cheating and whoring around with those daft idiots you
call childer, for two weeks! You're clearly not better than humans, so you
might as well suck them off."
And I know it's a slap in his face, but I don't care. This has to stop.
Okay, enough is enough, damn it.
"What I do with members of our family is a hell of a lot different from
submitting to our *food* source. And if you didn't want me going to see them, you
could have just told me!"
"I
forget, Angelus. When the hell did anything *I* said matter to you? I seem to
recall telling you to let them DIE!"
At the angry look she gives me I realize that losing my temper was a mistake. "I'm sorry, Love, I didn't mean to raise my voice. You're wrong, though, I do care about what you want. Why can't you understand why I couldn't destroy them?" She just glares and I sigh. "I truly am sorry I didn't tell you what was causing the delay that kept me in Prague. But things were so hectic... No, I won't try to make excuses. I was wrong. I'm sorry. I never wanted you angry with me."
"Another lie, Angelus. Why is it that those insolent brats always get your attention and get you lying to me?! If you actually care the slightest bit about my authority as your sire, you'd have dusted them when I asked you to the first ten times." I say as I reach out and grab the first human there and snap his neck violently before grabbing another and another. I can see in his eyes, he knows I'm more than angry with him.
She walks away from the bodies and I follow her. There's a little commotion over where we were now but we don't pay it any attention. Nobody noticed her kill them, anyway. "When have I *ever* lied to you?" I ask, confused.
"You
clearly want me angry with you since as soon as everything is good, you take
off again. You don't respect my authority or respect me as your mate. If you
love your brats so much, make the choice before I do. And *stop* sleeping with
two-bit tramps, I can smell them all over you, I always could."
I turn
and grab another male and tear into his throat. The blood rushes over my mouth
and down my chin and it feels so good right now. He screams in pain but the
music is too loud for anyone to hear and I'm not feeling particularly merciful
tonight.
I drop him, still alive, and walk out into the night air.
I follow
her out and down the street. "Darla, I made the choice when I sent them
away. And I have *never* lied to you. I do respect you and I have tried to do
everything possible to make you happy. I know how lucky I was - am - that you've chosen me, as not just your
childe but your mate. I know it got you incredible grief from every member of
the clan. I would never do anything intentionally to make you regret choosing
me."
"YET YOU CONTINUALLY
CHALLENGE ME!" I growl as I walk down to a dock by the river. It's pretty
empty down here, the parties must be elsewhere. "What if the Master were
to show up when you were out? What if he demanded that I present my childe and
you werenowhere to be found? We don't need that humiliation, *Angelus*, and I
sure as hell don't need the Master in my bed again."
God, I'm so... shaking because
I'm so angry with him. I shouldn't get this insane over him, but he's my mate.
And my childe. And he's *mine* and I will not share with anyone for any reason.
I've let this little obsession with his brats go on long enough. I will not be
second place to a crazy loon and worthless punk.
"And if you really respected me, you would've sucked any person I chose and enjoyed giving me the pleasure of watching, but you can't even do that without complaint." Then, I slap him. Hard. And cut him with my nails in the process.
It takes
all my willpower not to slip into gameface in response to the blow, but I
manage it. I don't need to do something else to make her think I'm challenging
her authority. I lower my head in a submissive gesture and say, "I *do*
respect you. Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." I sigh,
knowing I'm just setting myself up for something NOT enjoyable for myself, but
add, "Anything."
"IT'S
TOO LATE!" I growl. "You had your chance. And sex games don't seem to
get my point across either. Were you always this way? Or is it just eternal
life that's got you thinking you're beyond dominance?" I hit again,
harder.
"I
didn't fucking run after you all through this damn continent just for the hell
of it!" I growl. "In everything I've done, I've submitted to
you." I interrupt her before she can argue. "OKAY. So I didn't kill
my childer when you told me to, but is that really what it'll take?" I
shrug. "Fine. I'll be back in a week." I turn to go.
"NO
YOU DON'T! IT'S TOO LATE, ANGELUS! Your crazy childer have destroyed what
little respect we had in the clan! Killing them won't change that, not that you
actually would! Don't you get it?" I growl. "The Master stripped me
of my title! I'M JUST DARLA NOW AND NO AMOUNT OF APOLOGIES ARE GONNA STOP
THAT!" I vamp out on him and lunge after him. "AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE
OF *YOUR* CHILDER!" I scream as I tear into his throat. My body is pulsing
and throbbing all over as I feel his blood being pumped through his body and
spurting onto my heaving bosom. I slam my sex against his thigh in a desperate
attempt to relieve some of the pressure built up. I rip his shirt open and rake
my nails down his chest as I growl and drink him.
I groan as I feel myself getting
so painfully hard. And I did hear what she said, but we'll deal with those
issues later. Right now, she wants release. I've never ignored that desire
before, and I'm not going to start now.
She wraps her legs around my hips
as she continues to drink from me and I push her up against a nearby wall. I
slip my hand up her inner thigh and am not surprised to discover she's not wearing
any panties. Or that she's so fucking wet, there's no need to prolong this.
She withdraws her fangs and I
capture her lips in a passionate, needy kiss. Gods, I need this. I need her.
She's not mine, but I *am* hers. And I'll do everything in my power to make her
want me to *remain* hers, forever.
I pull back slightly to unfasten my slacks, freeing my erection. Then I slam into her, making her scream in ecstasy. I whimper, using all my years of training not to come inside her immediately. I begin thrusting into her, fast and hard, as my fingers find her clit, twisting and pinching it mercilessly.
"ANGELUS!"
I scream as I feel him slam inside me. Oh god, I need this. I need him... my
body aches for him when he's not around. Two hundred and fifty years with one
person will do that to you. "Shiiit..." I moan and bite his lip as I
do. "Let it go, Baby. Do it hard, rip me apart."
I groan as I speed up inside her,
not holding back at all. I forget sometimes, she likes it rough. She looks
breakable, but she's not. That's why we're the perfect pair. I've been told I
look so sweet and innocent... but then again no mortal who has found out
otherwise has lived to tell that fact.
Her arms slip up around my neck and I move my other hand to knead a breast, pinching the nipple occasionally. She's close, I can feel it. Her muscles are quivering around my cock and she's panting for breath. I nip down her jaw to her throat and then bite down with my blunt teeth.
Shit...
usually Angelus drinks from the side of my neck, near my shoulder, and even
then, that doesn't happen all that often. And I've certainly never let him
really tear into my jugular. But I drag his teeth there and push him into my
neck, "Do it." I growl. "Tear me apart."
I groan but there's no way in hell
I'm going to pass up her offer. I slip into gameface and then sink my fangs in,
growling at the powerful taste of her. My sire, my mate. The only woman I've
ever needed, for over two centuries.
She screams my name as she comes,
her entire body shaking from the force of the orgasm. I only take a couple of
swallows of her blood before I withdraw my fangs and lap at the wound until it
closes. When she's recovered, I pull out of her body and lower her to the
ground carefully. As I tuck myself back into my pants, I see that she notices
I'm still hard. Not that it was *easy* not to come, but I'm trying very hard to
be the dutiful childe here.
"If the Master doesn't know what you're worth, then fuck him and the entire clan," I say with a shrug. "You can make a name for yourself outside of them, Darla. Because being *just* Darla is being something pretty damn incredible. You can do anything you set your mind to, I've not seen you fail at anything yet. Besides," I add with a grin, "Call me egotistical, but I don't think any other woman could hold my attention for longer than a few minutes and you've had me willingly submitting to you for over two centuries."
I'm glad he still knows his
place, or at least attempts to.
I straighten out my dress but
it's basically useless and covered in blood. At least the red matches the
dress. I step away from the wall and realize he's trying to make me feel
better, but... "He denounced me. In front of everyone. He didn't let me
defend myself, he just stripped me of my title. He said if I couldn't even keep
track of my own family, how was I supposed to help him keep track of his?"
We start walking a little. "I heard this morning from one of the runners,
he brought me my things from the lair in London. Told me Marissa someone is his
new favored. What kind of name is that anyway?"
I lead us through the side streets to get back and change. "I can't help but think he's right... if I can't control my own mate or follow through on my demands, maybe I'm not good enough to be his second or favored. But a warning would have been nice, though I suppose the warning was him showing up and finding me in an empty house."
I take
her by the arm and turn her to face me. "Darla, he *wasn't* right about
you. Just because you don't deal with me the way *he* thinks you should, that
doesn't mean you're doing anything wrong. I think he should just mind his own
fucking business, because we've managed fine without his help. But maybe you
disagree. Maybe you've had enough of the grief I've caused you? I wouldn't
blame you if you didn't want me around anymore."
I walk
into my house and realize that Enrique's body is still on my bed. "Get rid
of him, will you?" I say as I strip off my dress and throw it on top of
the body. "That dress was my favorite too." I shake my head and head
towards the window without saying a word. I just need time to think things out
and figure out what the hell I'm going to do.
Okay, so she didn't tell me to get
out. That's promising... I think. I do as she says and grab the human, tossing
him over my shoulder. I walk out again with the body, remembering there was a
river nearby. Luckily, the entire city is at the bullfight, which hasn't ended
yet. So I walk down the street to the river and toss the man in. I still regret
that *I* didn't get to kill him.
I return to the house and she's still standing where she was earlier. I make a face at the bed; it smells of her and at least ten others. And I'm not angry with her anymore, because now I understand she wasn't just playing jealousy games. No, she was pissed, and rightly so. I'm not so sure *how* to get myself - us - out of *this* mess.
I rub my temples as I stand naked
by the window. "Maybe I'm just too old for this."
"Four hundred years... I
should have settled by now, stayed in the Court and been respectful and
dutiful. But if I had those traits, I wouldn't have been a whore when I was
human." I turn around and find him just standing there trying to figure
out what he should do. "Housekeeping isn't in my nature.
"Nor is it in yours, my
love." I say as I walk over to him and touch his cheek. "Maybe that's
why you're here." I unbutton what's left of his shirt and push it to the
floor. "Maybe this is..." I kiss his collarbone softly as my fingers
run gently up and down his abs and pecs.
I press my chest again his and
his hands rest on the small of my back, rubbing it gently. I place my head on
his chest and just relax as he continues to massages my back. "We just
need to figure things out, where to go from here. I guess we don't have to
worry about reporting back to them, but... we do have to fear them now. My name
alone won't protect us."
I run my finger over the scars that have almost healed from my drinking from him earlier and then pull away completely. "But we certainly can't do anything if you leave and don't tell me where you are. Nor can we do it if you're constantly questioning my judgement, Angelus. I like that you think about things, but I know what I'm doing and I ultimately make the decisions. If I decide that one of your childer dies, one dies, then it happens. That is unquestionable." He will understand what this means for us. We need to be strong.
I pull
her back into my arms and say, "If you're willing to forgive me and give
me another chance, after I cost you your place in the clan... then the least I
can do is promise I will do my best not to challenge you again. I can't promise
I won't, because you know sometimes my pride gets in the way. But I will
promise I'll also work on that flaw."
"Promises, promises,
Angelus. Always the giver of the stars but never stays past the sunrise."
I smile and think back to the conversations I had with the barmaid when I found
him... she was a delicious appetizer. I chased her down with his life.
I don't want him to go. The
Master is right, I *do* have a soft spot for him and as much as I protest about
his brats, Drusilla does have her good qualities... and it *has* been
seventy-five years since I've seen them. Perhaps they've changed? William *has*
killed four slayers...
I feel him nuzzling my neck and I
also feel his throbbing erection. He shows remarkable control when he wants to.
I smile and bite his shoulder with my blunt teeth and he growls. "And I
told the barmaid that wasn't a problem for me. I knew I'd finally found my
beautiful boy."
I slide my hand down to stroke him and he moans softly, trying to maintain control. I'll deal with everything else later, right now I'm gonna make him beg. "My poor beautiful boy, all caged up and confined." I unbutton his pants and push them down. His cock springs out and juts from his body, as if it's screaming at me for attention.
"Do
you forgive me then?" I ask. She doesn't reply so I try a little
persuasion technique, sucking on her earlobe. Maybe she doesn't want to
humiliate me any further. Now don't get me wrong, I don't mind when *she*
humiliates me, because it always ends wonderfully. I do mind when she brings
others into it. So hopefully she's given up on that idea.
She still doesn't reply. "Darla?" I look at her questioningly. "Tell me what you want." I suppose I should have made that a conditional suggestion. As in, let's keep the humiliation just between the two of us, please.
I smile
and pull up his pants. I button and zip them and step away. "I'm not a
complete monster." I say. "Go find a cock to suck and bring him back
to me."
TBC
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