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Subjects & 7 Subjects-
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!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
WARNING: violence, bloodplay and
death- Cordelia/Spike, Anton/Spike, Cordelia/Mia/Anton, Cordelia/Mia/Anton/Spike
NOTE : We've landed in Monte
Carlo now. And some fun is gonna start. ENTER TWO NEW CHARACTERS Mia & Anton
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ROYALTIES : 6 SUBJECTS
I
stare at Jack, now a body on the floor for a moment. Oh my god. He's dead.
Spike
killed him.
And
duh, Cordelia, what did you *think* he would do if he found you? Part of the
thrill, remember?
(Spike's
gonna kill him if he finds us.)
A
thrilling thought, because I wasn't just seducing this man, I was leading him
into certain danger.
Certain
death.
Spike
killed him, but he didn't do it alone. I helped.
I
just killed someone. A *human* someone. One who wasn't really evil. Slightly
less than moral, yeah, since he was about to take advantage of Jennie, who was
scared and alone... but nobody's perfect. And who was I kidding with that 'Only
kill someone who deserves it around me' crap? It was just an excuse to be able
to live with myself if I watched him kill someone.
But I
still knew it would have been wrong. Just like this was wrong. And I should
feel guilty, or sorry, as I stare down at the dead body.
I
know I should.
I notice
her little nipples are a bit bigger now. "Mmm... I have to tell you, I buy
*excellent* prezzies," I say as I squeeze and rub her breasts.
I
whimper, but grab his hands, leading him back into the game room. "We
shouldn't be around that body when it's found," I say. And I'm still
waiting for that guilt to hit. That's what I should be feeling, rather than
this... well... adrenaline rush, actually.
(Power
trip. I just killed a man and I didn't get caught.)
"Well...
it doesn't help that they've got it on tape, Luv," I say.
Panic.
Is that a close relative of guilt? Do you only feel guilty if you're about to
get caught, and panic comes first?
Shut up.
Calm down. Use your head. I stop and turn to look at him. "So what do we
do?" I ask. *He's* the expert at this kind of thing, not me.
I take
her hand and pull her out of the casino. "We go to the next one,
especially since they'll find that woman pretty soon as well."
Then, I
push her against a brick wall, with my knee between her legs, pushing into the
chips. "Or..."
I
moan, but then push him away. Not because I'm mad at him, but because he
doesn't seem to get that I'm trying to... I don't know what.
"Just....
no," shake my head at him but slip my hand into his as a way of letting
him know it's not *him.*
It's
me. Or rather, it's me trying to figure out what this all means. Why don't I
feel any regret about what just happened? Why am I still walking down the
street, holding the hand of Spike, when I thought I'd *never* be able to live
with watching him kill an innocent person. Does this mean I'm evil?
Or is
it just an occupational hazard of being around so much death for the past few
years? After you see enough dead humans - the victims you didn't save, whether
you tried or not - maybe it just no longer affects you when you see another
one, even if it *is* one whose death you caused.
Maybe...
but I don't think so. That wouldn't explain the adrenaline that rushed through
my body when I saw the fear in Jack's face, right after he was pulled away, and
before his neck was broken. The moment I realized - not just guessed but *knew*
that I had that kind of power, because my lover did.
The
power to look at someone and decide he is going to die.
Well... I
really wanna come. Shit.
I glance
over at her and ask, "So... did you like roulette?"
I can
tell she didn't even *hear* the question. So... I take her hand and lead her
over to a bench in front of a fountain. "What's up?" I ask.
I
look up at him and shrug. "Nothing... okay, okay," I hold up my hand
when he growls in response. "I ... I'm just... " I shake my head and
look at the fountain. "Processing things." It's hard to put it into
words, actually, because I'm still trying to figure out what it is I feel. Or
to be more precise, why it is I *don't* feel something I thought I would...
"I
knew you'd find us," I say. "And it didn't matter. I ... I wanted you
to, even though I *knew* you'd ... hurt him or kill him or... "
OOOHHH!
Duh.
"Nobody
touches you without my permission," I say. "And *no* one's gonna
touch you when I'm keeping you hot for my own pleasure. Well... for *our*
pleasure."
Although
I'm not really sure she wants to hear that... or if it helps or makes it worse.
So I just shut up. Maybe she'll wanna talk some more. Or maybe she'll just want
to go home.
"I
know that," I say. "I knew it, then. That's what I'm trying to... I
knew you would kill him and I... I didn't care. And then when you did... I
still didn't care. I don't. And I... I wasn't expecting ... that."
And
really, how weird is *that*? I'm upset that I'm *not* upset? Maybe I can blame
this on the hormones, too. I'll certainly try to, anyway.
OOOkaaaay.
Shit.
"You're
changing," I say.
"No
kidding." And I'm not trying to be sarcastic... but isn't that what I've
been basically saying? I *know* being with him has changed how I view things,
how I think about things... I just wasn't expecting to ... not care about
killing someone. Well, I knew it would happen when he made me a vampire, but I
never assumed it would happen before that.
"You...
there's stuff... repreprocussions... from drinking from me- from sharing blood
with me."
I didn't
really wanna get into any of this. Ever. But- I suppose she should also know-
so if it's not something she wants, she can- not that I'll let her leave. I
guess she's really got no choice. But if she wants to know, then I'll tell her.
Oh. Well,
that kind of makes more sense than me suddenly randomly being evil... I think.
I
look over at him. He's got that 'she is *not* going to like this' look. But
what choice do I have in the matter? And okay, the choice was whether or not to
drink his blood when he asked me to. And I did make that choice, so it's not
like I can get angry at him now that I find out there are consequences - and I
*knew* when I did it there would be consequences. There *always* are...
But I
did it, because even those first couple hours, I trusted him. Instinctively, I
knew that he was the one I'd been waiting to find. And I know that's so cheesy
and I have *never* been a girl who believed in soulmates, or
happily-ever-after... But still. I *knew*, when I looked into those blue eyes--
I
take his hand and look into them again. "Tell me."
Okay...
that's... a good sign.
"Well-
I don't know all of it, since it's not a lot. Emily, or even Mia, would have
more information on it... But just as the complete exchange of blood makes you
a vampire, a smaller exchange starts the change.
"Earlier-
I didn't wanna tell you, but- you got mad and... I saw your eyes- they flashed,
like mine."
Oh.
But... I don't know what to say... "Oh." Okay, so that's a start, I
guess.
I
look back at the fountain, because it's easier than looking in those eyes, that
are so worried right now - afraid. I have so much *more* to process now than I
thought I did... "So are you saying... I'm ... what, a little bit vampire,
now? And what if... *if* ... I never drank from you again? Would it stop? Would
I go back to me? Or would I just stay like this? And what do ... how do you
feel about this? Because I was .... well, I thought... for some reason, I got
the impression that... maybe you didn't .... *want* to ... make me a
vampire."
"Let's
go back to our room to talk about this, okay, Luv? Let's not do in out
here."
I nod
and he stands, helping me to my feet. I moan softly, as I am reminded of the
chips inside me. "Shit. Don't be mad, but those things inside me are not
helpful in having a serious discussion." I slip a hand under my skirt to
remove them.
"Okay,"
I concede. And I don't wanna torture her *too* much. I mean- I do *love* her
and all... "Here," I take them from her and lick one. "*These* go
in the box."
I
smile and take his other hand as we walk toward our hotel. "Tell you what,
though, the nipple rings will stay on... until *you* take them off me," I
say.
"They'll
start to hurt after a while," I say with a smile. "Yeah- that's the
point, but... you'll get sore. But I'll take 'em off with my mouth once we get
back to the room?" I offer as we walk.
"Maybe,"
I say. I don't really want to be distracted from discussing this new ...
situation. New to me, anyway. And if we ended up getting too far away from the
concept of serious talking, he'd be able to distract me really easily.
There's
a couple police cars and an ambulance in front of the casino. Spike and I walk
by quickly, down the sidewalk across the street from the mob of people gathering.
Spike doesn't look nervous at all about the whole thing. "You're not
worried at all about getting caught," I realize.
"No,"
I shrug. "Love a good fight just like the next bloke."
We reach
our hotel and I look around for cops but see none. I glance at her breasts as
we get into the elevator. I can't help it when I press her against the wall and
kiss down her collar and down to the tops of her breasts that are still
excentuated by the dress.
"Mmm...
your skin... tastes so delicious, Luv. Do you even know how sexy you are?"
I
moan and arch against him. But damn it, I was planning on *not* getting
distracted. "Spike... n-OHGOD!" I yell when he captures one of the
nipple rings between his teeth through the fabric of my dress, and tugs on it.
I slide
my hand through his hair and shit, no. "Spike, stop," I moan. He
pouts up at me and I say. "Please. We need to talk, first."
I growl
at her and pull the top of the dress down a bit so I can take the entire tip of
her breast into my mouth, including the diamonds.
I slide
my other hand under her skirt and push one of my knuckles where the chips were
earlier before rubbing her clit.
Shit.
"Spiiiike," I moan, grabbing his head and pulling him closer. God,
he's *so* good at ... distraction. Damn it!
"NO,"
I repeat and pull his head away. He growls again and presses against my clit,
harder, making me gasp. "Shit... Spike. Aahhh god... making me ... come...
isn't going to... make me forget we... need to... *talk* about this!"
The
elevator opens on our floor and I jam my knuckle further against her before
holding her waist with my other arm and dragging her down the hallway. I lave
her nipples and nip at the tender, soft skin... fuck, she's bloody
intoxicating.
John must
have heard me or seen me coming down the hallway because the door is opened for
us. Once I drag her inside, he closes the door for me. Right handy having
servants.
I fall
back, aiming for the couch, but end up on the floor. So- I flip her over and
carefully bite the clip before it loosens and I drag it off her sensitive
nipple.
"Shit,"
I whimper. I arch against him as he takes my slightly sore nipple into his
mouth again, laving it with his tongue gently. "Spiiiiike...."
And
then I shove him away, hard. Okay. I didn't think I was *that* strong. In fact,
I'm pretty damn sure I'm not. Or wasn't. Is that part of how I'm changing?
Shit, this is why we have to talk about what's happening to me. It's starting
to freak me out.
"Cordelia,"
I groan as I crawl back over her quickly. I grab her wrists and pin them above
her head. Her chest is heaving and I can hear the other clip moving against her
skin.
But she's
bein' so damn uncooperative. "Wanna make love to you, Pet. Talk after, but
I need to be inside you *now*."
"Damn
it Spike, I said NO!" I yell. "NOT right NOW! You can't just say 'oh
by the way you're changing into a vampire' and expect me to say, 'okay, let's
fuck now!' I need you to TALK to me!"
And I
will not cry. Stupid hormones. "I'm sorry, you know I want you and I'm not
changing my mind about forever, but I didn't think it would happen this soon,
and I'm just really confused and ... and a little scared and I really need you
to talk to me about this."
I jump up
and growl loudly before grabbing a vase that's on the table and throwing it
against the balcony door, shattering them both.
Damn it!
I have to *come* and I mean NOW.
"Now
you're angry?!" I yell, getting to my feet too. "God, Spike, you just
threw something really heavy on me five minutes ago, how did you expect me to
react? Don't you remember when you became a vampire? Weren't you scared too,
even if you wanted it? Shit, all I'm asking is for you to just reassure me that
everything is going to be okay, and that you're never going to leave me alone,
to figure all this out on my own, and --" God, I hate when I turn into a
sniveling *girl.*
"*That's*
what I was bloody *DOING*!" I yell.
FUCK.
I gotta
calm myself down, and HOW I DO THAT, is I COME!
But- she's
sure as hell not gonna let me do THAT, IS SHE?! So I stomp over to the fridge
and notice my fangs are already ready to tear into the hospital issued bag of
blood.
It's not
hot- but I'm sure if I left, she would be pissed, and probably gone when I got
back. So I make due with this as some dribbles down my chin and splatters on my
face.
"Shit,
Spike..." I walk over to him. "I'm sorry. I completely misunderstood
... I've been with too many guys who used sex as a way to distract me, rather
than talk about things that mattered... and I ... I guess I didn't hear you
when you said you wanted to make love... either that or I was too upset to
listen... it isn't an excuse, I should have known you weren't like those
others... All I can say is I'm sorry. I just... I'm sorry."
I take
the last draw from the bag but it's still not *good*. Better, but not good.
I've gone
so many days without a really satisfying kill or hunt. What has it been? Five
days now with her? Four? However many, it's been too many days without a
satisfying kill.
I'm just
on edge.
I take
the bag and throw it at the wall behind the garbage. The blood splatters a bit
there and I really need a good massacre. Perhaps Anton and I will leave the
ladies one night and go have at it.
"I have
to get out of here for a bit," I say softly and as soon as I say it, I can
*feel* her fear and panic and pain, so I turn to her, blood smeared on my lips.
"You're mated to a vampire, Pet. Mates share blood. Blood is what makes us
who we are. As you take more of it in- it'll consume you.
"Partially
because it wants an equal. It'll make you stronger, start to give you the gifts
of sight, hearing, strength, speed, healing... blood protects. You're marked as
mine- as part of our clan and that mark only gets stronger the more we share.
Blood, cum, time, love... all of it. It'll consume you."
I sit
down in a chair and just look at him for a moment. "I ... I wish you had
told me earlier... but I know, I know. It's probably a good thing you didn't.
Before I knew how you felt about me... it would have just been too much to
handle... I probably would have left..."
I
hate the look in his eyes when I say that. "I'm not saying that's how I
still feel," I continue. "I love you so much, Spike and I can't
imagine even *wanting* to be away from you."
I
stand up and walk over to him, taking his hand. "Please don't leave me
alone now, Spike. If you have to go, let me come with you. Please. I don't care
where you're going or what you're going to do. I'll stay out of your way, I
promise, I'll do whatever you say. I just... I really need to be near you right
now."
"Well-
see? That's where *I* was earlier," I say before pulling her to me and
kissing her soundly.
"Come
with me," I whisper. I lead her past the shattered glass and ceramic out
onto the balcony that overlooks the city, where she stands in front of me. I
start kissing her shoulder blades as she stares out at the city, and my hands
gently squeeze her breasts.
I
moan and arch into his touch. "Shit... take off the other nipple-ring...
please," I gasp. He tugs on it, through the fabric of my dress and I
whimper. "Spike..."
I growl
softly as I unclip it and she gasps as the blood rushes into the oversensitive
bud, which I roll in my fingers. "Like that?" I whisper.
"God...
yes," I moan. The things he does to me... I open my eyes and look down at
the busy street below us. "Spike... someone might.. OHGOD... someone might
... see us..."
"But
they'll never know what it *feels* like. They'll envy us both and tell all
their friends," I comment before whispering, "we'll be
immortal."
I slowly
unzip her dress and hold her hands as it falls helplessly to the ground. She's
left standing in nothing but high heels and the skimpy thong. "Let them
see," I kiss her shoulder against and whisper to her skin. "Let the
world see how gorgeous you are, how I make you quiver, how much you desire me-
how beautiful we are together... Let them want *us* as badly as we want each
other."
"Spike..."
I whimper, grinding back against him. "Need you... please..."
By the
time she whimpers, I've already got my shirt off and my trousers unzipped.
Yes, I'm
sure she'll learn to love vamp speed as well, once she has it.
I guide
her hips forward as I drag the thong away from her. She's leaning against the
metal gate of the balcony when I drop my trousers and rub my cock along her
damp cleft. "This what you want, Luv?"
"Shit...
yes... want it... *need* it - you," I moan. And I'm looking down at all
the people as they pass on the sidewalk alone. Knowing that he's probably going
to make me scream and then they'll look up and see us.
But I
don't want to stop. I don't care if they see. In fact, just the fact that they
might is making me *so* much wetter. "Spike please... need you inside
me," I beg, gripping the ledge of the gate as I start to tremble with
anticipation.
"Tell
me how bad you want it," I say as I run my tongue up her spine to the base
of her neck.
Shit- I
rub my cock between her labia and she's so fuckin' wet, drenched... it's gonna
feel *so* good to be inside her.
I
gasp and push back against him, "Spike... please... I need it... so bad it
hurts... please... shit, you've had me on edge for hours... please... Spike,
please, fill me, come inside... make me come and I'll make you come...
Please..."
"Tell
*them*," I tell her, pointing down to the street, eight stories below.
"Tell *them* how much you want me inside you."
I whimper
as I open my eyes again and look at the people walking along. "I ... I
can't..." He growls and pinches one of my nipples hard and I cry out. A
couple down below looks up at us... stares... and then continues on. And
they're not the only ones looking. Shit... I'm even wetter than before, and I'm
practically aching for him.
"PLEASE!"
I yell. "PLEASE, SPIKE, I NEED YOU INSIDE ME!" God, I can't believe I
just did that. On the bright side, nobody can see me blushing since it's night
time.
"Tell
me again," I command as I slip the head of my cock *just* inside her.
"Tell me that I'm your Master and that you need only *me* inside you,
forever."
Nothin'
like a little ego boost from a randy, sexy woman.
"Tell
me, tell *them*, tell the world, and then take me inside."
Shit.
"Spike PLEASE!" I beg. And I'm practically crying, I need it so bad.
"You're the only one I want, the only one I need!... please... oh, god,
please, I need you so much it hurts. Please!"
"Scream
it, Luv. Only when you face the world, only when you're humbled by it, can you
*own* it."
I slip my
hands between her thighs and lift her up before growling, "MINE", and
thrusting my cock into her as hard as my vampire strength will allow.
"AAHHHHHHHHHSPIKE!!"
I scream, grabbing onto the railing, for support. And we have an audience.
Shit. Except now *he* knows, by how my insides just flooded, how much that
turns me on. And oh, well. Too late for being 'proper' now. "PLEASE
SPIKE!" I scream. "PLEASE MAKE ME COME!"
Yeah- we
have an audience- more so than *she* knows.
I start
thrusting into her and she's just... amazing. I love how feels around me- I
can't even get over it. Her entire body was just *made* for sexual pleasure (in
my opinion, of course). But... seriously- her muscles, her passage, her lips,
hands, mouth, hair, breasts, nipples, arms... her *entire* body was *made* for
*this*.
"How?"
I ask her.
WHAT?
"God I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS YOU MAKE ME COME!" I scream. I clamp my muscles
down around him as he thrusts inside me again, and moan. "SPIKE PLEASE...
seriously, I'm BEGGING you..." I whimper, "I can't take it anymore...
you've kept me - both of us - waiting for too long. PLEASE!"
Ohshit-
just hearing her... beg so desperately... SHIT.
I thrust
into her g-spot and growl again before sinking my fangs into her neck and
pinching her clit.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHFUCK!"
I shriek. "SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!" And shit... oh my god... I
reach behind me and grab the base of his skull, holding him to me, as I shake
and quiver around him. And I'm still screaming... his name, mostly... other
things... some of which that don't make sense... huh... he just got me to call
him Master, after all, though.
But
that was the orgasm talking of course. People will do and say things when
they're coming, that they never would, otherwise.
But
"SHITSPIKE!" I scream, throwing my head back, as I come again, when
he twists my clit hard. Guess he really *liked* being called Master.
I just
growl furiously as I come inside her. "FUCK!" I growl, my cock
*hurts*. I've *never* come this hard. *NEVER*.
I just
keep thrusting into her as I watch the people below watching us.
I don't
how many times we each come, but... I think we're finally spent and I stumble
backwards and land on the floor, buck naked.
"Told
you it'd be worth it," I mumble.
And
*that's* when I hear, "William! That was magnificent!!" I look up to
see Mia standing there in a gorgeous, elegant hunter green velvet strapless
dress. Her lucious breasts are practically popping out of it and her creamy
thighs and shapely legs are gorgeous as ever...
I
look up and "Ohgod," is my really intelligent response as I grab my
dress in a really stupid attempt to cover myself. They were watching. Or at least
*she* was... And I guess I shouldn't have worried about what to *wear* since it
turns out I'm not wearing *anything* when I meet them. Or maybe it's just Mia.
Maybe Anton's out and didn't see me completely naked, fucking in front of the
whole city.
Oh
God.
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"I
have to agree, my Love," Anton says as his arms encircle her waist.
"Hello, William."
I can't
do much except smile because like I said- Adonis.
He's
quite literally the *only* person who can turn me into puddy. Angelus came
close, but- Anton has about four hundred more years of practice turning men and
women to mush.
I notice
she's trying to cover herself, but I grab the dress from her arms and toss it
aside.
"Spike!"
I yell and scramble away from him, standing and grabbing the dress again. I can
NOT just sit around naked in front of them. Not yet, anyway. NO! I mean, not
EVER!!!
I
turn away and pull it on, as I walk into the living room. Oh god. I can't
believe that their first impression of me was ... *that*. Shit shit shit shit
shit!
And
he's really... oh my god. Black hair, blue eyes, and ... I've never thought of
a man as beautiful before, but he is. Don't get me wrong, Mia's beautiful too.
But women aren't really my type. Emily... Emily was Emily. She made me feel
comfortable enough to ... experiment. I don't know if I will ever feel
comfortable around these two... after that wonderful first impression. And did
I mention: 'shit!'
"Sorry,"
I apologize quickly. "She's... been nervous all night."
"Didn't
seem quite nervous earlier," Mia notes.
I stand
up and am happily greeted with four hands groping me. Mia presses her lips to
mine and... shit- she's just recently fed from him, which then sends me to
*his* lips... and I can't help but whimper.
Before I
know it, Mia has left and Anton has his arms around me and is... SHIT...
stroking me! And after that with Cordelia... I don't know if I *can* come
again- but then again- he always likes to test my limits.
I'm
quite pleased to leave William to my dearests' affections. He *has* been
carrying on about seeing William again for the last- what, fifty years?
Although,
I must say, I'm quite intruiged with this young woman. I find her sitting on
the edge of the couch, red with embarassment, her pulse racing, her mind
panicing...
"You
know," I say softly, "The first time I met my dearests' sire, I was
utter chaos. I was shaking so frightfully, I could not stop. I was terrified of
what might happen, or of doing something terribly wrong... I was unable to fully
enjoy the experience."
I
can't help laughing. "Funny. That's how we all reacted when his sire - the
real one - showed up and--"
I
look up at her. "I'm not usually like that... I mean... I am, with *Spike*
..." Great, I think I'm turning an even brighter shade of red. "But
not ... not in public..." I sigh and say, "I can only imagine what
you must think after seeing that, but I swear, that's not how I am. Normally.
Tonight has just been... things have been... weird, tonight."
"Weird?"
I ask. "I should think you'd say that of *every* night. It is not easy,
loving the men we love."
She
is quite attractive. William was correct about that. And I can easily see how
one would become so infatuated with her- so drawn to her. She has... a
presence. She reminds me of myself.
"It
isn't," I agree. "But I wouldn't want to change it for anything.
Okay, so maybe I would change how damn-near impossible it is to get him to talk
to me. I know he's been hurt but... He just all the sudden opens up and tells
me things that --" I sigh. "Never mind. It's not important anymore.
We ... resolved the issue..." I smile a little. "As you ...
saw."
"Anton
is very much the same. *Very* stubborn... and proud. I've often found that the
only time I'll get truthful answers from him is when I have him chained to the
bed, which is a very exciting time, indeed."
I
wonder what *things*... "What he said is true, though. If you expect to
own the world, then you must be willing to be *in* it and above it, breathe it,
feel it- experience all the pleasure and pain that it will give you- that's
when you'll rise. And everything will be clear to you."
She
nods her head a bit, taking in that which I've spoken. "I can see why he's
so taken with you. He obviously adores you... Still, it *is* terribly frightful
to meet people in *this* world for the first time. I understand you've met
Emily Nest, though. She speaks very highly of you."
"She...
she and I got along ... instantly," I say, blushing a little at how *well*
we did. "I don't know, maybe it's because she was the first one who didn't
look down at me, assuming I was just another whore..."
"Emily
is very wise and a dear friend. I highly value her opinion and she has nothing
but the highest regard for you, my dear. She called to tell me about the events
of the mating and problems with Penn. She told me that William had taken a mate
and I wondered if he'd even taken the time to explain that."
"Explain?"
I say with a little smile. "No... Spike's kind of a do first, explain
later kind of guy... Which is also why tonight wasn't exactly a typical
night."
I
glance outside and see that Anton has most likely dragged William into our
bedroom. I smile. He really couldn't wait, could he?
"I
have yet to meet *one* Aurelius man who actually took the time to *think*
before doing. But I find that, on the average, they have good intentions,"
I say before curling my lip, "Well... for the most part."
I sit
down in the chair across from the couch and say, "Please sit, my dear, it
*is* possible that he just does not *know*. William's teachings were stopped
short, due to Angelus' unfortunate illness. It is quite fathomable that William
is unaware of all the circumstances of the vampire-human mating."
I
slide down to sit on the couch. "That's part of it, I know that," I
say. "Or ... I guessed it. I know all about what happened with Angelus, by
the way. I actually knew the ... other version of him."
"What
'version' would that be? Because to be honest- no one *knows* what 'happened'
with Angelus, even *he* doesn't know yet."
"What?
I meant... Do ... do you not *know* about the curse?" I really hope I
didn't just open-mouth-insert-foot. If Spike was keeping it from them for a
reason, well... then I just ruined *that* plan.
"There
are no *versions* of Angelus. Angelus is the same as he always was since the
day Darla made him. The placement or subsequent replacement of a soul does not
change nor hinder who he *is*- only what he thinks of himself."
Huh. And
somehow that makes a lot of sense. "I really didn't mean... I'm sure
Angelus was - is - a ... anyway, all I meant was, I know about the curse. And I
know that means Spike was without someone to tell him a lot of stuff... and I'm
sure that's part of why he hasn't told me everything that's going on with us.
"But
it's also the fact that he gives me a choice but doesn't explain what it means,
and then later I find out about the consequences and--" I sigh, and say,
"I don't ... I .. I really don't want to talk bad about him. I know you
love him and I do too. So much. Please don't let anything I've said make you
think ...I love him so much and I can't imagine my life without him. As
frustrating as he can be, I'm sure I haven't been the easiest person in the world,
myself, so ... I just... "
"I
love Anton as well. But he drives me insane, *very* often. Love isn't easy,
Lady Cordelia, but it *is* worth it. When you have nights of passion, like
tonight, it well makes up for the fights and anger and hurt. Although, I know
you already know this."
I can
tell she's still *very* nervous about offending me. I smile and say, "That
dress is quite fitting. I had a dress very similar last year, and do you know
what happened to it? He decided he would paint it. Literally. Gorgeous dress
now has yellow speckles and pinks polka dots! Can you imagine how *anyone*
would take me seriously wearing something as dreadful?" I laugh, just
thinking back to finding him in his studio covered in yellow and pink...
I
laugh a little and -- "ANTON!" Oh. My. God. That was Spike's voice. I
glance over at the balcony, but they're not there. Oh. Oh!
Oh my
god. They're... And Spike is ... Oh. Shit. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on
*that* wall, watching those two... Oh my god. It's really, really hot in here.
I
smile. "They are quite glorious to watch. Shall we?"
Oh my
god. I open my mouth to say something, but my voice seems to have gone
elsewhere. Okay. So I just nod.
"It's
truly spectacular to see how much they do love each other and how much of that
love becomes physical."
We
walk over to our joint door and I open it for her. "Anton, my love,"
I say as I lead her into the bedroom.
We
walk inside just as Spike screams Anton's name again and comes. And god, they
really *were*...
Anton's
on top (of course, I couldn't imagine it any other way. Not that I've imagined
it.) And Spike is facing him, with his legs around Anton's waist. And Anton's
still ... moving...
It's
really hot in *here*, too.
Before
I realize it, I've walked closer, over to the side of the bed so I can see...
better. And oh my god. I'm really way too turned on by this.
Anton
collapses onto Spike's chest, and then turns his head to look at me.
"Well, hello, my dear. Feeling more at ease now?"
Holy.
Mother.
Fucking.
Shit.
Ohfuck.
And I think I mentioned that about five *thousand* more times earlier.
"Sorry,
Lia," I apolgize to her, but by the look on her face and her scent in the
air- she's not too upset about it.
But I'm
also glad that she *does* seem a bit more at ease.
"Sorry?"
I ... squeak. I clear my throat. "What for... Mia and I were...
talking." God, I can feel Anton's eyes on me, like he can see right
through the dress. Or maybe he's just remembering what he saw earlier. I glance
over at him and he's really just... god. He's ... oh. Okay. Now I get where
Spike got the Adonis thing.
Anton
withdraws from Spike, making Spike whimper. And shit. He's naked. And turning
to face me. And I'm staring at him. ALL of him. He's still hard. And... oh my
GOD.
Stop
staring at him! Right. Good plan. I look over at Spike, but he's not helping
any, with that *smirk* on his face. "What?!" I say, defensively.
Shit. I just left myself wide open for one of his patented Spike comments. Brilliant
move, Cordelia.
"So,
ya ready for that two cock special I told ya about?" I grin.
But
honestly, I'm not too sure I can move right now. Anton has such a huge cock… I
just need to lay here for a few minutes and recover.
However I
sure as hell won't stop *her* from having him inside.
"William,
behave yourself," Anton growls before I can think of anything to say. He
turns to me then and smiles. "Please, sit down, my dear. I'm afraid I was
quite rude, disappearing before getting the chance to properly meet you. But
it's been far too many years since we've had the pleasure of William's
company."
He
runs his hand up Spike's thigh to his cock, making Spike moan. God, they really
are sexy together. Someone just whimpered and I think it was me.
Anton
looks back at me again and smiles. "Please. Cordelia, isn't it?" I
nod and he holds out his hand to me. I take it, without even thinking twice,
and he pulls me closer. "Come sit down, there's no need to feel
uncomfortable around us."
"I
don't," I say. He raises and eyebrow and I shrug. "I just...
okay." I sit down on the edge of the bed, and Mia sits down on Spike's
other side.
And it's
strange to see her sitting by his side- that she would be worthy to be beside
him *and* be my mate is just too incredible to comprehend.
I gasp as
Mia leads my hand to her breasts. "We've missed you quite often, William.
I spoke with Emily and she truly did not do your mate justice."
I watch
Anton place his hand on Cordelia's inner thigh as he leans toward her lips.
Anton
lays a hand on my thigh and his eyes are just ... so blue. Even more so than
Spike's. "I agree," he says and leans toward me. I don't even think
of moving away or stopping him.
I
feel another hand, Spike's, on my other thigh, rubbing it gently. And then
Anton's lips brush against mine, and I gasp as I feel myself get *so* wet in
response. Just to a ki-- Oh god. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, and I don't
think I've *ever* been kissed like this. So possessively, yet so gently at the
same time.
Damn, to
watch *him* *kiss* *her* is just... unfuckingbelievable! Two of the five things
I love most in this world... together.
I swear,
when he thrusts inside her- I'm gonna come.
Which is apparently
on Mia's list of things to make me do since I look over and notice that the
dress is now gone and she's crawling up my body. She settles her hot quim over
to my cock and gently rocks against it.
"Mia!"
I cry out as bites on my neck. SHIT. I arch up off the bed toward her body, but
she's much too devilish to actually give me what I want. I just feel her nails
racking up my cock. "MIA!" I growl again, but it's really just
pointless.
She's
so warm... I love that about being with humans. And she's incredibly responsive
too... our William found himself an Untouchable. Luckily he found her before
any of the order did, otherwise it would have been very difficult for him to
claim her. He would have had to get permission... and probably wouldn't have gotten
it, either. The order hasn't been very kind to William's clan since the loss of
Angelus.
She
turns to look at William and Mia, and moans softly at the sight of them. I take
advantage of the expanse of throat presented to me, licking at William's mark.
"Oh... ohgod," she moans. I smile and breathe in the scent of her
arousal, before biting down on the scar gently with my human teeth.
I
whimper and arch up against him, sliding my fingers through his hair and
holding his head to me. Shit... He licks and nibbles at my neck and I can
hardly catch my breath. He grabs my hips and before I know it, I'm straddling
his thighs as he kneels on the bed. I moan as I feel his erection pressing
against me, through the fabric of my dress.
"Mia!"
He begs and I feel my William's hands on my hips, trying to pull me onto him.
I
smack his hand and say, "Naughty, William. You think I won't take you over
my knee in front of your mate, but I *will*."
OHFUCK
the imagery.
I wonder
what Lia would do if she saw me like that- over Mia's knee being spanked, or
chained to their bed as they both ride me-
OHBLOODYFUCKIN'HELL!
Shit- I
look up at her innocently as I've just drenched her in my cum.
"Poor.
Little. William," she says chillingly before- oh shit.
She's got
my wrists chained together around the bedpost quicker than I thought possible.
Apparently, they were playing earlier. I *also* notice the belt that I gave
Anton the last time I saw him.
*SNAP*
That's
just *never* a good sound.
Oh my
god... That's just... really too arousing a sight.
Anton's
hand creeps up under my skirt along my thigh and I look back at him. He smiles
and says, "Our William really looks quite delicious tied up like that,
doesn't he?" Oh god, *does* he.
She
smells so good... and her juices have made her inner thighs damp. She whimpers
when I slide my fingers up further, nearly to her sex. "I want to touch
you, Cordelia. Will you let me?" I ask.
She
looks over at me and nods, blushing a little. I smile and kiss her gently.
"Just relax, my dear. We will do nothing tonight that you don't
want." That seems to put her mind at ease a little, and she relaxes again
in my arms.
"Would
you take your dress off for me?" I wonder. "I want to see your
beautiful body, again." She blushes even more, but nods. I reach around
her waist to pull the zipper down. She slips off the bed for a moment and
stands, letting the dress fall to the floor. "Perfect," I murmur in
appreciation as I let my eyes roam her naked form. "If I weren't already
mated, my dear, I'd probably be giving William some competition for a place by
your side." I glance over at my beautiful Mia, knowing she probably will
not be taking offense at my comment. But one thing I've learned about women is
never assume *anything.*
I
glance over at her and *yes*, she's beautiful, practically glowing.
But-
I snap the belt over my lover's manhood, hard. "You'd do well to keep your
eye on the prize, and your words to yourself, *Lover*."
He
smiles back at me and I snap it once more on his chest. "I *do* wonder
what fun we might find with *both* young lovers chained to our bed..."
Ohshit.
Cordelia helpless while they... *or* *ME* helpless while they...
"*Please*,"
I beg. "*Please* *please* let me-"
"Giving
in so soon, William? In front of your chosen in fact?! That's just... bloody
marvelous!" She exclaims before snapping the belt on my left nipple.
"But you'd do well to keep it to yourself, Will. We're *very* upset you'd
not told us of your mating."
"We're
not exactly... official, yet," I say.
"Do
you want to be?" I wonder, taking her by the wrist and pulling her closer
again. She climbs up on the bed and I urge her to lie down next to William as I
lie on her other side.
She
looks from me, to Mia, and back again, uncertainly. The uneasiness is back
again, and I want to know the reason for it. It isn't Penn, even though that
might be *part* of it. Something else happened to make her nervous, perhaps
something having to do with the concept of mating. "What is it, my
dear?" I ask, sliding a hand down to her sex and cupping it, gently.
Oh
god... I moan and arch up against him, but he doesn't give me what I want. He
moves his hand up to my stomach, rubbing in small circles. He wants an answer,
obviously.
"I
... I do," I say. "I just... we went to a mating ritual, and the
girl, she said something Julius didn't like and he--" I shake my head, not
wanting to think about all of that.
"Abby
told us all about that," Anton replies. "That must have been quite frightening
for you, but you know there's no reason to think the same thing would happen to
you. William *and* you, now, have very powerful allies. We will always do
everything in our power to make sure you both are protected."
"OH,
absolutely. Provided William keeps his cum to himself until *I* say so," I
say as I snap the belt.
I
look over at the girl and notice the scar on her breast. Emily *also* told us
how delicious she is, so I can't help myself when I lean over and suckle her.
She
arches off the bed into my mouth and I smile. Yes- she does indeed taste
wonderful.
"We've
been unable to attend the last few Order gatherings, but Julius has requested
our presence at the next."
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