AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
WARNING: a little violence,
bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
NOTE : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
***** = time skip
NOTE: THIS PART INTRODUCES A
NEW POV - John (the former Penn servant, now
Spike/Cordelia servant)
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CROWNING
THE KING
"SPIIKE!"
I'm off the balcony floor and in his arms in a fraction of a second. I'm
shaking, delayed fear, but I don't care. He's here and he's holding me.
"Oh my god, are you okay? I was so scared I just knew something was wrong
and you were in danger, I just knew it and I was so scared and nobody would
help you - not even the ones that owed you favors - and I was so scared I was
never going to see you again is Emily okay - are you okay - he didn't hurt you
did he that son of a bitch did he hurt Emily - is Meredith okay - did you see
her - did you even see them --"
I silence
her by capturing her lips for a *deep* kiss.
She's
shaking so hard- I can't believe it. She's clutching me tightly and I pull her
with me over to the bed.
He's
kissing me, possessively, and it helps. It soothes me, his touch, his
closeness. I think I almost lost it completely, just now. It all caught up with
me, when I saw him there, how I might *not* have seen him ever again. And I
realized there was no way I could handle that.
I
wrap my arms around his waist and press close to him, as we keep kissing. I
need that, need to feel him, know he's here and everything is okay.
I kiss
her back and grind against her.
I almost
lost this.
I almost
gave this up.
Willingly.
I had no
choice though. And if it had been her- I would have done the same thing.
But for
now- we'll forget about that because she's kissing me *so* desperately...
"Love you, Cordelia, love you so much..."
I
can't stop the tears that come when I realize I might never have heard those
words again. I bury my face against his throat and kiss it, trying to keep him
from noticing. I hate being this... weak. I should have been able to handle
this short separation without losing it like that!
"I
felt how much danger you were in," I whisper again, my face still against
his neck. "I'm sorry I freaked out, I just... I knew you wouldn't want to
leave me but he's so much stronger and I was so scared of what was going to
happen to you."
"Sshhh...
it's okay," I whisper. "I'm here. I'm fine... everything... is
fine..." I unbutton her blouse while kissing her. I *have* to taste her
skin... touch her skin... I move my mouth down to her breasts. She's got on a
black, lacy bra and I suck one of her nipples through the thin fabric while
massaging her other breast. Shit... "I need you so much..."
I
moan and slide my hands through his hair, holding him to my breast.
"Yes... oh god, Spike. Please... I need you. Need you to love me."
Okay.
I grab
her bra and tear it in two before attacking her flesh.
I grind
against her... shit... I need her so much. And I can feel that she needs me.
I slide
my hands down between us and unzip her pants. Sexy lace bikini panties to match
the bra... very nice. *Love* that store we were in.
He
cups me and I bite my lip to stifle the moan. Not quite a thrilled moan,
either. And he knows it, I can tell by the look on his face. "I *want* you
inside me," I say. "I need it. I'm just sore. And probably too sore to
even let you touch me, yet. But..."
I
take his hand and guide it around my hip and inside my panties to my other
entrance. "There's another way we can both have what we want," I say.
"We never really *did* get around to that other way the other night,"
I remind him with a smile. And yeah, I'm nervous, but he already had his tongue
and fingers there. So I know he'll make sure I'm ready. And it beats the
alternative, which is me not having as much fun because of aching muscles, or
worse, screaming in pain from overused muscles cramping.
Ohfuck.
"Okay," I whisper. "I'll take care of you my love," I
reassure her.
I push
her pants down and she lifts her hips up to help me get them off her.
"You're
so gorgeous, Luv. Perfect and beautiful- I can't even describe it."
Her skin
is perfectly tanned and gorgeous. I run my hands along her trembling body and
underneath to cup her ass. "Shit- I need you so much, Pet."
"I
need you too, Spike," I say, tugging at his t-shirt. He helps me get it
off him and I run my hands over his chest. "I need to feel you inside me,
and I *want* this. I would want it, even if I weren't so sore. I want you to
show me how good it is."
I
pull him down for a quick kiss and say against his lips, "I want you to be
the first to make love to me that way."
OHYEAH!
THE FIRST ONE!!!!!!!
I'm a
BLOODY ANIMAL!
"Too
sore for some foreplay?" I whisper before caressing the panties that cover
her cunny.
I
moan. "Not to sore to try," I reply, rubbing and pinching his
nipples. He growls and I smile. I like the noises I can make him make. And it's
only fair, since he makes me make some pretty interesting noises, too.
I kiss
her again before rolling off her. "Get my pants off then," I say.
I
roll my eyes at him as I slide down his body. "You're such a
romantic," I tease, licking my way down his chest and stomach, my hands
following, scratching my nails down his perfect skin.
Shit. I
wrap my hands in her hair. "I love your hair, Luv. Promise me you'll never
cut it."
I love
her nails too... shit. I arch (yes, arch) up off the bed into them.
"I
wasn't planning on cutting it," I say with a smile, raising my head to
look up at the red trails on his skin left by my nails. They're not permanent,
but that's even better. It means that I can do things like that without
worrying about ruining his perfect skin - and even better he likes it too.
Yeah, I get off on being the one in power. So sue me.
And
he likes it, too. I wonder what else he would like?
I
slide my hand down to cup him through his jeans. He moans and bucks up against
me. He's so hard, it's still a surprise how quickly he responds to me. And a
little flattering too. I press the heel of my hand against his cock and rub, up
and down, using the rough fabric of the jeans to add friction against him that
would make a human man want to stop.
Just
testing out the Spike-likes-a-little-pain-with-his-pleasure-theory.
"Lia!"
I growl.
OHmygod...
shit. I grab her hand and press it harder into me. "Shit."
"Lia?
I like it," I say. I rub him harder and press a kiss to his stomach.
"But then again, I like you, so why wouldn't I like it."
And
I'm getting wet, just from giving him pleasure. I'm not desperate to come right
now, though. I'm quite content trying to make *him* come.
Still
rubbing his cock through the jeans, I take his other hand that's still tangled
in my hair. I bring it to my mouth and press my lips to the inside of his palm.
Then I look up into his eyes, and hold his gaze as I suck his index finger into
my mouth.
"Baby..."
shit. Her mouth is *so* fuckin' warm... wet... "Please, Baby... I
need..."
God, I
need... she's so fuckin' sexy on top of me...
Chain me
up. Fuck me good.
I hope I
didn't just say that.
Oh
now that's something to file away for later. I don't give him any indication
that I heard him, though. I just keep sucking on his finger, swirling my tongue
around it the way I would - will - his cock. With my other hand, I unfasten his
jeans, freeing his cock.
Yeah,
he needs to come. Sooner rather than later. I could tell that just from his
begging.
Come
to think of it, I don't think he's ever begged. If he has, I don't remember it.
I
like hearing it, though.
OHgodohgodohgod...
her fingers... on my cock...
"Please,
Luv. Pleasepleaseplease..."
I know...
I'm begging. It's the first time I've *ever* begged willingly... but I don't
mind in front of her... for some reason.
I
stroke him slowly, as I continue to suck his finger. I use my teeth, sliding
them along it, gently, as I pull his finger away. He whimpers and I can't help
smiling.
"I
want you to come in my mouth," I whisper, before sucking him down my
throat. I've never managed *that* so quickly before, but I guess I've never
tried it either.
I
know, I said I want him inside me. And I still do. But this qualifies as
foreplay, doesn't it?
Sure,
why not?
I
squeeze his balls with one hand, scratching my nails along them. I slide my
other hand under his ass, and push a finger inside him. Not slicked up first
though, I hope he doesn't hate that.
"FUCK!"
I growl. "You know... *just* how to touch me..." and I'm panting...
*panting*.
I'm
arching and panting and begging.
Fuck... I
hold her head and it's taking every *ounce* of strength I have *not* to thrust.
I'm
sucking so hard my cheeks are getting a little tired. Jeez, what's a girl have
to do to get a guy to come?
I
find that little spot inside him that makes him gasp and start to rub it, in
small circles. His cock twitches in my mouth. Okay, getting closer. I start to
hum, as I move up and down along him. He whimpers. Even better.
I
swallow him down again, and work my throat around him, as I continue to work
his prostate. Oh yeah, he's moaning and pulling on my hair. He realizes it
before I have to give him a look, though, and stops pulling. That's better.
*Knock,
knock*
I
look up at him, hoping he reads my expression as 'Do NOT invite them in.'
Shit. I
*have* to come... but... it could be important...
Fuck...
*knock, knock*...
"Shit-
Luv... it could be important."
Damn
it! But he's right, I know. I let him slip from my mouth and sigh. "We'll
finish this later, then," I promise, pressing a kiss to the head of his
cock, before zipping his jeans up again. I roll away and grab my robe, pulling
it on quickly.
FUCK. No
one (except for Penn by this time) can possibly *know* how painful this is
right now.
I walk
out to the living room and *knock, knock*. "Yes... I'm coming!" Well-
I *would* have been... and better be later...
I open
the door.
He's
not happy. But I had to tell him. I just hope he won't throw me out in the sun,
later, for being the one to give him this news. "Master Spike. I'm
sorry... I realize you didn't want to be disturbed for another hour, but...
I..." I glance around the door, wondering if the Mistress is around.
"Abigail called. I guess you didn't hear the phone, but she called our
room. It's... it's about Penn."
"What
about him?" I ask, stepping out into the hallway.
Damn.
Why didn't they just answer their phone, so I wouldn't have to be the messenger
now? Well, I *know* why they didn't. I'm not blind to the Mistress' beauty. Not
that I'd ever think of trying anything, I'm quite happy with Anne. But I can't
help noticing other beautiful women. So I don't blame them for ignoring the
phone.
But I
hate having to say this. "He... Abigail got a call from the head of the
Council. He said that Penn convinced them to... let him go." I flinch and
step back, lowering my eyes when he growls. He's going to beat me, he'll be so
angry. "He ... he called the Mistress a liar... and a ... And he said she
was seducing him. He... he convinced them that he'd done nothing wrong, Master.
They let him go within a few hours after he arrived there. It's just that... in
all the excitement of last night, the word didn't get back to Abigail until
this morning."
I
wonder if he'll just beat me, or if he's going to destroy me?
"WHAT?"
FUCK!
I growl
and kick the door furiously. "DAMN IT!"
DAMN IT!
I grab
him by the neck and say, "Call in *every* favor you have to and *find*
him. I don't care what you have to do. Understand?"
I nod.
"Of course. I already have Anne working on that. I ... I also... I didn't
know ..whether you still want to leave for Monte Carlo in an hour? Or if you
want to postpone the trip until he's taken care of?"
"No.
Cordelia doesn't find out about this- got it? If she does, *someone* will pay
with their life."
"I
- we wouldn't do anything to upset her,, Master," I tell him quickly.
"And I'm glad you're still going. We could both see how much she was
looking forward to this trip. And ... I ... I want you to know, Anne and I have
no loyalties to him. We would give our lives to protect the Mistress, if he
ever were to come near her again."
I cup his
face and kiss his forehead. "I *know*. And I want *you* to know that I
won't let him touch you *or* Anne."
I
hardly know how to react. Mas- Penn only touched us to beat us or ... fuck us.
Never said a civil word to either me or Anne. "Th-thank you, Master,"
I say. "Now, if you will excuse me, I'll find out if Anne has found out
anything?"
"Okay.
Keep me posted and make sure the place is ready on time."
He walks
back to his room and I walk back inside. I grab a beer out of the fridge.
"Spike?"
I thought I heard the door again. I walk out to the living room and find him
sitting on the couch. "Is everything okay?" I heard the yelling, so
it's a pointless question. But I'm just trying to get him to talk to me. I sit
down next to him and lean against his shoulder.
"Fine.
It was John. Matt was just... sayin' more stuff about me. I *thought* I got my
point across the other night- apparently not."
"Hm.
Seems like *that* could've waited," I say. And for that reason, I'm not
sure I believe him. But why would he lie to me? Unless it was... something to
do with me, and he wanted to protect me.
And I
want him to tell me what's wrong, but what am I going to do? Accuse him of
lying? Yeah, *that* would go over well.
"Well-
he was talkin' trash about Emily as well- about the entire clan. He has to
be... *dealt* with."
And he *will*
be.
"Oh."
I'm trying not to be upset that he can lie so easily to me. I know that if it's
something that would upset me, he'd try to shield me from it. I know that's
because he loves me. And I love him, too.
But
not talking about things gets us into trouble. Doesn't he remember that?
"Spike... is that... is that all John said?" I slip an arm around his
waist, hoping he won't get angry at me for questioning him. I don't want one
more thing to come between us.
Shit,
is this *always* going to be so difficult?
"Yes."
A
part of me wants to let it go, but ... I just can't. I can't just pretend like
I don't *know*. I sit up and look at him. He won't look at me.
"Spike." I'm shaking, I'm so afraid that this *is* going to come
between us and we won't be able to fix it. "I heard how upset you were.
And maybe I'm wrong, but I just don't think you'd get that upset about
Matt."
I look
her in the eye and say, "Just let it go for now. It's not a big deal. And
we have to be on a plane in two hours."
"I
can't let it go," I say. "Don't you understand how much I love you?
And I want us to talk to each other, Spike. Even if it's something you think is
going to upset me, and you're trying to protect me from it, I'd rather
know."
I
take his hand and add, "What happened to 'let's cut the bullshit next time
and just try to say what we feel'?"
"This
has nothing to do with *feelings*!" I say and down the rest of the beer.
Shit.
*Ring,
ring*
Fuck- my
cellphone.
I walk
away from her and pick it up, "WHAT?!"
"So
you've heard," Penn says. "I was hoping I'd give you the news. Just
know that I'm coming for you and that *bitch*. So watch your back."
"You'd
better *hope* I don't find you- or I *will* show you the worst I learned from
Angelus."
"I
hope you *do* find me, *Spike*. You can watch me rape that bitch of yours. Then
I'll rip out her damn cunt and make you really eat it."
<SNAP>
I look
down and the phone has snapped in two. *I* snapped the phone in two.
Well,
damn.
"Pack.
Now." I growl before going down the hallway to find John.
Oh my
god.
That
look in his eyes, it was the same one I saw last night.
After
he'd beaten Penn into a bloody mess.
It's
Penn.
*****
"Find
him!" I growl. "If the Council won't take care of him- *I* *WILL*!
Call the other Orders if you have to - but I *want* him. And get me a new
phone!"
Did I
mention how much I love having servants?
"We're
leaving *now*," I tell John. "Call the airport."
"Yes,
Master," he replies as I leave.
Okay- I
get *us* down in Monte Carlo for some fun while we conduct a manhunt. And while
I'm gambling- I'll be thinking of the million and one things I'm going to do to
torture him.
I enter
our apartment again and they did an excellent job of packing everything. The
only left is the things I hid in the closet.
Cordelia's
sitting on the bed when I come in and I glance at her before going to the
closet. "We're leaving in five minutes," I say as I start pulling the
floorboards out of the closet.
I
just nod, but he's too busy tearing the closet floor up to notice. And how can
he say this isn't about feelings? When Penn can upset him this much? And I
realize he was trying to keep *me* from being upset. But--
It
didn't work. "Spike." He ignores me. "Spike, please stop for
five seconds. I *know* what's going on. I don't know how I know, but I just do.
The same way I felt the danger you were in earlier. I know there's something
going on with Penn--"
I freeze.
Shit.
I should
have *known* better than to keep something like this from her.
"They
let him go," I say. "The fuckin' Council- LET HIM GO!" I grab
some more boards and throw them hard against the wall-
"SHIT!"
One
bounces off the wall and impales itself in my chest. FUCK.
OHgod.
I rush over to him. "Don't pull that out," I say. He gives me this
'you're insane' look. "DON'T!" I order. "Just ... let me
--" I rush back to the bathroom annd get some towels and bring them back.
I
kneel next to him and say. "Okay." And he's got to be in a lot of
pain, but he's not really showing it. Which is good, because I might not handle
it too well, then. "Pull it out," I say, trying to fight the urge to
get sick when I see the blood. I press a towel to the wound and say, "You
have to be more careful, Spike. You can't die and leave me all alone."
"I...
I'm sorry."
I vamp
out and bite into my wrist.
I read
once that drinking- even it's your own blood- helps heal faster since it gets
it moving again.
"What
are you DOING? If you need blood then... no. Shit. I'm sorry. I would let you
drink from me, but I haven't eaten at all today--" FUCK. I was NOT going
to tell him that.
"WHAT?!"
I growl after letting my wrist go.
I jump up
and wince at the pain. But- "why in the bleedin' hell didn't you eat
anything? You lost a *lot* of blood last night!"
I stumble
into the kitchen and open the fridge. I pull out some left over Chinese that I
ordered a couple days ago and some left over strawberries from *three* nights
ago- but I don't think she wants to know what (who) I was eating *with* them.
"Sit
and eat." I also grab a bottle of water and throw it down on the table for
her. "I'll get our stuff."
"Spike,
you're hurt!" I protest. "Please sit down and let yourself heal! What
do we have servants for, if they can't pack up the car for us?" I ask.
I growl
softly at her. "Sit. And eat," I say sternly before heading back to
the closet while mumbling, "How in the bleedin' hell do you expect to even
*contemplate* forever if you can't keep yourself alive *today*?"
I
grab the food and follow him back into the bedroom. I sit on the floor and
start to eat the strawberries. "I wasn't hungry earlier. I was sick from
the feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me you were in danger," I
say softly.
"Doesn't
matter!" I tell her before yanking the bag from under the floor.
"It
doesn't matter?!" I ask, trying to hold back the tears. "How can you
say that?! Don't you understand what I'm telling you? I didn't *want* to eat, I
didn't *want* to keep myself alive, if it was going to be a life without
you." SHIT. See, that's what happens when he makes me mad. I say more than
I mean to.
I grab
the box from the hole as well and then turn back to her.
"It
doesn't matter," I repeat again.
I move
next to her with the box in my hands and say, "Things happen, Pet. Bein' a
vampire means taking risks and being in danger and mates don't help each other
by starving themselves. What if I *had* looked like Emily when I came back?
What good would you be to me if you were barely alive yourself?"
I take
her hand and continue, "People leave. It's a fact. But you can't stop just
because someone else does. If I did that- I wouldn't be here."
"I
... you're right," I sigh. "I know that wasn't the *smartest* thing
I've ever done, but--" I shake my head. No need to tell him that I have a
history of losing it a little when I lose someone I love.
Change
the subject. "I didn't know you'd sent Penn to the Council, after he --
" I swallow hard push away the memories that accompany just the mention of
his name. "What are you going to do now?"
"I'm
going to find him and rip him apart piece by bloody piece after a slow and
agonizing few weeks of torture."
*Knock,
knock*
"Time
to go," I tell her. I stand up painfully and grab the bag and the box.
"Let's go."
"Are
you going to be okay, or do *you* need to eat?" I ask as we walk to the
door.
"I'm
fine," I tell her. "And *you* are eating on the plane. I may even
have to feed you myself."
I open
the door and John is standing there. "Master- may I..."
"Any
word?" I ask him.
"Not
yet," he replies.
"Fine.
Get the rest of the bags in the bedroom."
"Yes,
Master."
I took to
her and ask, "Ready?"
"Why
wouldn't I be?" I ask with a smile. "I've never been to Monte
Carlo."
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