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Subjects & 9 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 : 8 SUBJECTS
"Why?"
I ask. Anton always sends representation to the gatherings, but if Julius
requests *his* presence... something is up.
"I
have a feeling he wants to fill the Clan Nest chair and it will be discussed
and voted upon. I know he's also seeking approval for a few other
modifications," she says. "Although he *should* be concentrating on
finding and punishing that little *runt* that passes for a childe of Angelus.
Really, William- did you *charge* him with defiling an Untouchable?"
"I...
wasn't... sure..." I groan as she rubs her cleft against me and I watch
her hand caress Lia's sore nipples. "She's- hasn't been declared."
Her
skin is warmer than I thought it would be. Maybe vampires just have varying
body temperatures, so some are warmer?
"That's
not why," I say. Spike looks up at me in surprise, and I add, "They
let him go because he convinced them *I* seduced him, in order to make Spike go
after him." And it was just a guess on my part, but the look in Spike's
eyes tells me it was an accurate one. "That's why."
"Well,
then the entire council has become stupid and far too gullible," Anton
replies firmly. "Anyone who knows Penn knows he cannot be trusted. And
anyone who knows *William* knows he is not the type to be taken in by such
manipulations."
I
smile a little and gasp as his fingers find their way to my sex.
"Ohgod," I moan.
"Has
William ever mentioned how intoxicating the scent of your arousal is?" I
ask, as I push a finger inside her. She whimpers and arches up, taking me
deeper. "Almost as much as that of my love," I smile, turning to kiss
Mia as I thrust another finger inside Cordelia's slick passage.
Cordelia
cries out and I feel her walls tighten around me, searching for a specific
feeling. I pull away from Mia and turn back to look down at Cordelia. I twist
my fingers slightly and then dig my fingernails in, knowing well where that
sweet spot is.
I
open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. Oh god... Oh... shit... I...
And he just keeps the pressure on that spot. And god I can't breathe! It's too
... too much...
"OHGOD!"
I scream, when someone's fingers twist my clit roughly, and I just keep
screaming as I ride out my orgasm, bucking and writhing underneath those
talented hands.
Ohyes...
indeed.
I
grin wickedly at William and slither down his body so I can reach her beautiful
sex. I twist her clit and smile before burying my tongue inside her to drink
her pleasure.
Oh
PERFECT! I position myself between her legs and lift her hips to my mouth so I
can taste her more completely. She pours herself into my mouth and I truly
don't think I've tasted another Untouchable before- truly fabulous. I could
drink myself into oblivion.
And
he knows this, which is why Anton pulls my hips back and impales me on his
thick cock. "MIO AMORE!"
I watch
as he takes her and I really can't do much chained up here. "TI AMO, MIO
AMORE! TI ADORE!"
There
really is something sexy as hell about seeing how physical their love is.
"Lia-" I groan, "*Please*, Pet... come here, take me in, please,
Ducks!"
Oh
god... I can't move. I think that was four orgasms, three thanks to her
talented mouth. And I can't not watch the look of extreme pleasure on her face
as Anton enters her swiftly.
And
watching them, and hearing her screams... god I'm getting turned on again? I
whimper softly but I wouldn't even *think* of interrupting them.
I
hear Spike begging me, and god, I'd move if I *could* but--
"No,
I don't think so," I say, in response to William's pleading. "You're
being disciplined for your lack of control, Will. I don't think you've proven
yourself worthy of coming yet..."
I grin
when he whimpers, quite pitifully. I withdraw from Mia and she moans, but I
quickly settle myself on the bed on my back and pull her back to me. She smiles
and slams herself down on my cock, screaming from the pleasure. I bite my
tongue to keep from coming; she doesn't like me coming before her.
I
look over at Cordelia. "Come here, my dear. I didn't get to taste you yet,
and I could judge by the sounds of Mia's pleasure that it's something I
shouldn't miss." I hold out my hand to her and she sits up, looking at me
hesitantly. "Come," I say again. "Face Will, I want him to see
how much you enjoy this."
I
look over at William, and add, "If you can restrain yourself from coming,
*then* perhaps we will discuss letting *you* come."
I
look back to Cordelia and she moves closer, having got up the nerve. She
straddles my face and I slide my hands under her thighs, pulling her closer,
and lowering her so I can slide my tongue between her outer lips. She moans
quite prettily, and I can only imagine how torturous this is for our William.
And
just to make sure this is *absolute* torture for the poor boy- I make sure to
run my hands around her body and pull her back. She leans against me, picking
up my rythmn as I take in my dear Anton. I fondle her breasts, playing with her
rosy buds and sliding one hand down further.
OhGOD!
"Please, please- prego! Prego! Devo venire!" Granted, my Italian is a tad rusty, but the important phrases
tend to stick with you. "Prego, Mio Padrone! Prego!"
I don't call- I'll call him master in any language he wants! "Suj
tukladuv!" I scream in our Order's language.
Shit. I
thrust up, fucking the air for all I care. I *have* to come. "Please,
please!" I whimper as I watch them devour my mate. Cordelia's coming so
much... and... I'm not jealous... persay. Well- that's a lie. I *am* jealous.
Of who, I'm not quite sure.
"Ohgod...."
I whimper. How many orgasms has it been? Six? Seven? Even if Spike hadn't told
me I was changing, I would suspect it now. Humans, *pure* humans anyway, couldn't
take this much pleasure, all at once. Even so, I'm reaching my limit.
"Please..."
He bites down gently on my clit and I scream, arching up against Mia's touch.
Shit... He's just... really good at... everything.
I
meet Spike's eyes, and the desperation in them is so clear. I'm sure he's dying
to come... in fact I can see that when I look at his erection, clearly becoming
quite painful from holding in his orgasm.
I try
to pull away, but Anton grips my thighs hard, with a growl, and thrusts his
tongue inside me again, immediately zeroing in on my sweet spot. "Ohgod...
stop..." I moan. "I can't... too much..." He growls again, the
vibrations making me whimper. "Anton... plea--OHGODSHITOHYESOHGOD!"
And there's number eight. Or is that nine?
"I
can't come again, please," I whimper as soon as I can catch my breath,
slightly. He releases me, although I see the reluctance in his eyes, and I move
back to straddle his chest, not minding Mia's touch at the moment.
Cordelia
moves back to lean against Mia as she continues to ride me, and I smile.
"Absolutely delicious," I say, licking my lips. I grin wider when she
blushes. I do so love it when they still have a sense of innocence about them
still.
I
glance over at William. The poor boy, he's nearly crying from his need.
"You would agree, I imagine?" I ask him, letting my eyes travel his
body appreciatively. I know it drives him mad when I do that. And that's why I
did it, of course.
I
pull the girl back, leaving a trail of her wetness on his chest. I wrap my arms
around her and rub my breasts against her bare back as I ride my lover.
"What do you say, my dear? Has he behvaed for you? Or has he been
naughty?"
God- I am
almost scared of that answer. I'm never going to come, but he's gonna keep
looking at me like that first night when he painted me. Shit- I can feel his
eyes drilling holes through my skin- the holes I want his fangs to make.
"Prego, mio Padrone. Bevanda
da me, devo venire! Please!" I want him to
drink from me. I want- shit- I just *want*.
"He
behaves, most of the time," I say, smiling over at him.
He
whimpers in response and gives me such a pleading look, like he's just begging
me to take pity on him. And fine. "He treats me like his queen,
always," I say. And that much is the truth. Even when he drives me up a
wall from not telling me something, or keeping things from me... I know he
loves me and wants to protect me and make me happy.
"I
would most certainly hope so," I say. "Because as his chosen mate,
that is definitely what you are, my dear. Now... why don't you lie down and
rest for a few moments, while I take care of my love's needs?"
She
smiles and nods, and then crawls off of me, and lies down, curling up against
Spike's side. He moans a little and I smile. She isn't even trying to be
seductive, merely wanting to feel close to him. I imagine she'll nap for a
little while, between Mia and myself - and Spike earlier, we gave her a good
number of orgasms.
And I
will tend to William's needs, soon, but first, my love. I flip us over and then
slam into her, hard. She screams and arches up against me. "Come for me,
my love," I whisper in her ear, before sinking my fangs into her breast as
I pinch her clit.
"AAAMMMOORREEE!"
Ohgod- I... scream and clutch his head to my breast as he drinks. I just...
come and come- even after five hundred or more years- he can still do this to
me- still make me scream with unknown pleasure.
I
squeeze him tightly, creating a vice around his manhood as he continues to thrust
inside me. My muscles are strong and I start contracting them rythmically
around him, drawing him inside. "Come, my love, fill me."
I
growl as I let go finally, coming inside her. And her blood... it's so delicious...
I pull away after a few seconds, and just bury my face in her neck as I
continue to thrust inside her, riding out my orgasm.
After
a few more moments, I collapse on top of her, and then pull her with me as I
roll onto my side. "I love you," I whisper, kissing her passionately.
Almost six hundred years, and she still drives me crazy with desire. Luckily I
manage to do the same to her as well, and have kept her happily by my side.
She
sighs happily and snuggles up against me, burying her face in my shoulder. I
glance over at William, who looks so desperately miserable. "Ah, my love.
Shall I give our William what he wants, do you think?" I ask Mia.
He
whimpers submissively, trying not to cry from the pain. "Well- he *did*
keep himself under control through quite a lot, Amore. Perhaps we should allow
him release so he may rest a bit?"
"Perhaps
there's some truth there," Anton says.
He stares
at me deeply with those damn penetrating eyes and I swear he's fucking me with
them, licking his tongue over his lips before roaring, "COME!"
And fuck
it. I DO. Oh- I do! All over myself, thrusting into the air, the cum landing on
me, covering me, drenching in my own desire. And was it worth it?
HELL
yeah!
I
crawl over Mia and Cordelia, while William is still lost in his orgasm, moaning
and whimpering. I move between his legs, and sink my fangs into the highest
part of his inner thigh.
I
forgot how delicious his blood tastes, especially with an orgasm in the mix.
OHFUCK! I
bite my tongue and swallow my scream as I come again. I don't wanna wake Lia
up!
Shit- he
could *always* do that, but again, what did we expect from Adonis?
Absolutely
perfect. I smile and crawl up his body, kissing him thoroughly, before moving to
his other side. Mia curls up against Cordelia, and it looks like both the women
are going to sleep for a little while.
"I
think we exhausted them," I say to William with a smile.
"Probably-
but we haven't slept much in the past few days," I say before nuzzling his
neck. "I... I just can't get enough of her. I don't think there's been a
second when I *haven't* been hard for her. She needs a few days away from me to
sleep. But I just can't help myself."
I lick
his neck and say, "Sort of reminds me of when you and me first- of those
few days..."
"I
remember," I say with a grin before unchaining his wrists. I slide my hand
down his body to stroke his cock, lightly, using his cum as lubricant.
"Angelus never could stop talking of you, anytime we spoke, so I knew I
had to meet you myself when I heard you were in Europe." He stiffens, and
I always forget how he hates any discussion of his sire.
"So
William, how did you get so lucky as to find an Untouchable that the order knew
nothing about?" I wonder, deciding to change the subject.
"If
you're gonna talk about me, just thought I'd let you know I'm still
awake," I say. "Just don't feel like... opening my eyes for a
while." I raise my hand to stifle a yawn and snuggle closer against
Spike's side.
I smile
and start stroking her back, coincidentally rubbing Mia's nipples with the back
of my hand.
"Dunno.
Surely the Order knew- or at least... our clan knew. The Master did, Ang- I
mean- I knew her in Sunnydale, followed her around, met up with her again in
Los Angeles. I guess I was just lucky. Still, she *should* be...
declared?"
"Perhaps
*we* will," I say. Afterall, the girl clearly *is* an Untouchable, and
since the change has already started taking place... "It needs to be done,
William. Whether the Order is routinely declaring or not- the Council will take
Penn's offense more seriously if they know the truth."
"Mia's
right," I say. "I don't know *why* the Council didn't take your
charge seriously, perhaps it was because Cordelia isn't officially declared an
Untouchable. Regardless, she is your intended mate, so they should have still
treated his offense more seriously. I'll make a few phone calls later to them
and find out what lies Penn told them, and set them straight as to the *true*
facts of the situation. They still respect my opinions about things, so perhaps
it might help."
"What's
an untouchable?" I mumble, still firmly refusing to open my eyes. That
makes no sense; Spike has certainly seemed to think I was pretty *damn* 'touchable'
all week.
"You
haven't explained all this to her, William?" I ask, sitting up. I really
can't believe he... "After bringing her into our world, you refused to
explain?"
I
happen to know a lot about this subject since I researched it heavily, during
my love's years of Council service.
"The
Council of Vampires is a group of 12 vampires, one from each Order. They
decided a long, long time ago that there needed to be rules, codes that all
vampires would abide. One of these codes that was written was that of the
Untouchables. An Untouchable, by definition of the Council, is a human that
shall never be turned. There are several characteristics that are placed with
this designation. They had several reasons for it- mainly to preserve some
humans as a food source. Untouchables can be drank of, but never killed or
maimed or hurt without their permission. Breaking that code is punishable by
death.
"And
*you* my dear are most assuredly an Untouchable. Most are put under our
protection because they are revered, worshipped, adored... some even assimilate
into a clan and become almost as a childe or even liason. Few actually mate
with another vampire because most are sought out and found before they
establish close ties with one vampire. Usually the master or Empirical of the
clan or order will keep them as their own.
"In
that, you *are* lucky that William found you first and started the change so
quickly."
Okay,
fine. I'm trying to nap and now they start talking about things - more things -
that Spike didn't tell me. I open my eyes and look up aat Mia. "How do you
know I'm an untouchable?" I wonder. "How can you tell?"
"The
code lists several characteristics such as: beauty, grace, charisma, class,
elegance, taste, equisiteness... sexual performance, endurance, compassion...
But it also speaks to intuition- just *knowing*. And from what I've heard, and
what we've tasted and experienced... and from being one *myself*- we just
*know*."
I really
should have explained this all before. I'm bloody stupid sometimes. I should
have explained the mating and the changes she's going through... but really-
Mia is better to explain that, than I.
"Spike
already talked about the fact that sharing blood is changing me," I say. I
had to practically drag it out of him, but-- "Is that only happening to me
because I'm one of these... untouchables? And -- you're... I just assumed you
were a vampire, too, because of how long Spike has known you. But you're
not?"
"Not
*exactly*... I'm nearly six hundred."
I
glare at William for a few seconds because this should have been explained
*before* he started the change, *before* he brought her into the clan and
declared her as his mate.
"The
change will happen to any human if done slowly, but it's a favorable way to
keep Untouchables around. I have a reflection and I believe what you would
refer to as my 'soul'. I've never died and retain the need to eat food to
survive. But I also need to drink my love's blood to survive as well, and he
needs to draw from me as well.
"I
*do* have what you'd call... fangs, but my face never changes," I say as I
open my mouth to show her my sharpened fangs. "I have the speed and
strength and senses of a vampire, but the heartbeat of a human. What the change
is, is a slower turning process. Because it's slower than the normal way of
becoming, it gradually stops the aging process and brings the demon blood into
you so your body can process it without giving up life. It's complicated,
but..."
Complicated?
Yeah, that sounds like a pretty accurate way of describing everything about me
and Spike for this past week. "Okay, I ... think... I get all that. But I
thought... Spike said... the ... if a human decides to become mated to a
vampire, they're expected to agree to be ... turned. But you're not... really,
but you and Anton are mates?"
I'm
just getting more and more confused, I think. Because if he wasn't going to
turn me, why was it such a big issue when I told him I wasn't sure about that
part of the mating? And then, when I *did* decide I wanted it, I started to get
the feeling he didn't want to turn me, after all that ... Like I said. I'm just
confused.
Well...
that's a good question. Don't *I* feel like a dope.
"The
answer for that is simple, Dear. I *was* the Master who was lucky enough to
have discovered and declared her. I was just fortunate that she loved me as
much as *I* loved *her*."
"Also-
the clans these days don't declare as many Untouchables because the newer
fledges are slowly losing our traditions. William has no power to declare you
one way or another, so the best way to avoid the Empirical's demand of your
ownership is to declare you his mate."
Good
answer! *Much* better than my 'oops!' response. But still, I say, "I'm
sorry I didn't explain this before you got caught up in all this, Pet. But I'm
not sure *I* understand this particular code."
Yeah.
Right. Somehow that excuse doesn't fly with me. He didn't tell me because he
didn't want to give me the opportunity to say no. Not that I'm all that mad at
him. Irritated, yes, that he didn't trust me - trust us - enough. There's
nothing I can do about it, now, however, other than just accept it all as
something that's happened and just move on.
"So
what you're saying is, for the officially declared 'untouchables', they don't
usually get turned in the usual sense? And, since I'm not official, because
that would mean Julius gets to -" Eew, I'm so not finishing that sentence.
Ick. "So... that's why, when we are officially mated, it'll be the same
thing as with the other matings we saw, where the humans agree that they'll be
turned eventually. Right? Or am I still getting it all confused?"
I
sure still *feel* confused. The only thing I'm not confused about is the mating
thing. Yes, I said *when* we're officially mated, not *if*, and that wasn't a
mistake. I doubt Spike caught that, because it was in the midst of a whole lot
of random confusion, but I meant it. I want to be with him forever, and I want
everyone to know that.
"It
can be played a number of ways, I suppose," I say, glancing at mio amore.
"My love *could* declare you as *his* and then say that he bequeathed you
to William as a gift, since everyone knows of the affection we have for Will.
It sounds much like bartering and trading livestock, my sweet, and to other
vampires, that *is* what it *is*. But it's only for paper- for show.
"However,
I find it doubtful that Julius could protest this *now*, since *William* has
already started the change with you. It must be *one* vampire's blood that
makes the change. Julius will most likely not be thrilled about it- but...
there's nothing to be done about it now."
I can
tell she's terribly confused and scared. Apparently, she did *not* like Julius-
although very rarely does one creature actually *have* a good experience with
him.
"Relax...
Lady William," I say, laying back down next to her. "It is fortunate
that my love and I are equally as taken with you as William and Emily. We will
meet with the Empirical and ensure Amelia's appointment as the Mistress of Clan
Hart of Nest, and we will then ensure your mating with William be approved by
both Amelia *and* the Empirical. You'll be declared Untouchable *and* spoken
for and then you'll have the rest of eternity to be with William and visit *us*
to show your extreme gratitude."
And
THAT'S a relief!
"Oh,
William... there *is* that matter of Noah of Donovan. We found him chained to
your bed when we arrived. He's since been moved, but why have him forcefully
with you? He's been pining for you for years!"
OH YEAH.
Forgot about him.
"Is
that the ex from the club earlier?" I wonder. I certainly hope there's not
more of them, at least not here in Monte Carlo. Surprisingly, I don't mind
sharing Spike with these two, but I'd prefer to keep it to just these two. And
Emily of course. And okay, maybe John, every once in a while, if Spike ever
decided to do something about John's serious crush on him...
"Yeah,
and it's all part of my brilliant plan to get that bastard brother of
mine!"
"*YOU*
have a brilliant plan?" Mia laughs. "Perhaps you'd better run it by
Anton Dear, first!"
"HEY!
I can have a plan!" I growl and yawn. I guess I *am* tired. *Really*
tired.
And it's
clear that there's *no* way we're going to get sleep if we keep laying here
like this, because this will eventually get us into it again, so- "I think
Lia and I are gonna go back to *our* room for the day," I say as I start
to get up.
"No
you are not," I growl, grabbing him and pushing him back down on the bed. "You
kept us waiting fifty years to see you again, you're not leaving this bed until
*I* say." I know I'm far too taken with Will, I always have been. Mia
teases me about it constantly, telling me I should have made childer of my own,
to amuse myself during William's absences. I never did though, knowing it was
unlikely I'd find any to compare to William.
"Now,
now, darling," Mia says now. "We can't expect to monopolize William's
time now, and I'm sure he and Cordelia have things they need to talk
about." She fixes her gaze on William, her expression making it clear that
she's very diappointed that he kept so much information from his chosen mate
for so long.
I
hate it when Mia is right about something, and it contradicts what *I* want. It
happens far too often. "Fine," I grumble, moving off of William
again. "Leave if you must, for now....
"But
later this evening, when you return... I think you and I *will* show Cordelia
just how much pleasure we *both* can give her, as you alluded to earlier,"
I say with a smile at William. I don't even need to look at Cordelia to know
she's interested in the suggestion. The scent of her arousal answers that
question for me.
Oh
god. I'm supposed to sleep *now*, after that mental image? That's really *not*
fair.
"Come
on, Pet. By the grace of Adonis, we have been freed." I stick my tongue
out at him. He hates when I call him that, which is exactly why I do it.
Mia's
still mad at me, but I guess she has reason to be. Afterall, she was *exactly*
where Lia is right now. She was not told the entire truth until after it had
already been started. Still- I don't think she'd do anything differently... her
and Anton have certainly been happy together for nearly six hundred years! I'd
like to think that one day, Lia and *I* will look back at six hundred years in
the blink of an eye.
I really
do think I love her *that* much.
We each
kiss them both before I pull her back to our room- shutting the door behind me.
"I could sleep the entire day away! I'm sure you feel the same, huh?"
I ask as we walk into the bedroom.
"Need
a shower first," I reply, even as I stifle a yawn. "Or maybe a bath,
I'm not sure I could stay on my feet much longer." I'm already on my way
to the bathroom, throwing over my shoulder: "You going to join me?"
And it's a rhetorical question, I'm sure he's already right behind me.
I take
her hand, "Luv- the water will only wake you up. Just come to bed and let
me smell us on you all day."
I make
a face at him - vampires have very strange opinions about certain things...
But I
really *am* tired, practically falling asleep on my feet-- Oh. I'm glad Spike's
a little more awake than me, otherwise I would've just slept on the floor,
after falling there. But luckily, Spike caught me as my legs decided they were
through holding me up, and picked me up easily.
I
nuzzle his throat and sigh. "Okay. Bed now," I decide, but he's
already beat me to it, crawling onto the bed with me still in his arms.
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The sun
just set. I know this. The first few days… you're still disoriented and used to
human time, but then it's just natural. You feel the sun in your bones and you
feel the night even more.
We *did*
sleep the day away, which is good since nights in Monte Carlo are *much* more
exciting.
She's
pressed against me and I *can* smell us on her, like I requested this morning.
If only she knew what a turn on that was.
"Lia,"
I whisper, nibbling her ear. She's sprawled out on top of me and I slide my
hand down her back to cup her ass so she's cradling my cock between her thighs.
"Lia... let me in..."
He
loves to torment me, and there's nothing I can do when he's determined to
tease. "Spike... " I beg. He just looks down at me with those killer
blue eyes and grins, as he thrusts against me, his cock rubbing against my
clit.
I
moan and arch up against him, but he just chuckles. I whimper, wrapping my legs
around his hips and pulling him to me, but he still doesn't give me what I want.
"Please..." I moan.
"Spread
your legs, Baby," I whisper, urging her thighs apart. I love feeling her
on top of me like this- feeling her heat and her warmth. I'm not *entirely*
sure she's awake, but just enough awake to have some fun.
Afterall,
drowzy sex is the best sex there is.
Or at
least it is right now.
"Come
on, Baby," I say as I arch up against her. She spreads her legs a bit and
I spread her outer labia enough to slide my cock between them lengthwise and isn't
*that* an incredible feeling.
OH
god... He's trying to kill me.
"Please...."
I beg him again. He smiles and grinds against me, his cock pressing against my
clit, hard. I gasp and roll my hips against him, desperate to come. He shakes
his head and reaches behind him to unlock my legs from around his waist.
"Spike..." I whimper. "Need..."
Yeah,
I'll give you what need. *Maybe*.
"Lia... Lia..." I lave one of the scars on her neck. "Come back to me,
Luv."
I place
my hands on her hips and start moving them just so- to slide my cock between
her, rubbing her clit constantly.
"Kiss
me, Baby. Let me feel your tongue against mine," I say softly in her ear
before licking her lips.
"Spi--"
The rest of his name is lost in a moan as he kisses me... and I gasp as he
increases the pressure on my clit.
And
... I was dreaming... or I'm still dreaming... whatever. But I had *better* not
wake up if I'm still asleep. Because this feels too... damn... good...
I
whimper and clutch at his shoulders as I drop my head to his throat, licking
and nipping at it. I don't move otherwise, letting him move us, bring me - and
probably him, too - closer to the edge.
"I
love you," I whisper. I don't know if I've said it lately... I've sure
tried to show it, though.
"Welcome
back, Sleepyhead," I purr. "And I love you too."
I move
her hips again. "Doesn't this feel amazing? I *wish* you could feel what
this is like for me, Pet."
"You
could... oh... god... tell me," I moan/suggest.
"Shit...
other times... when I'm... inside you- it feels so... incredible. I can feel
every fold, every. single. muscle. I feel your orgasm coming and fluttering
around me, clutching me, squeezing me... pulling me in further...
"But
this-" I groan as I slide against her. "It's like... floating... on
top of this... waterfall... knowing I could go over any second- knowing I could
plunge... but... I'm just floating... it's..." I arch up against her body,
tilting my hips so I'm brushing her entrance every time I slide through her
lips, going in, but not quite in. "Floating..."
I
moan, arching my hips forward, not sure if I'm getting wetter from his words or
his actions. "And here I was going to beg - ohgodspike - oh... shit,
you're... torturing me...
"But
don't stop... feels so good..." I gasp as he grips my hips harder and
pulls me tighter against him. "Spike...." I know, he's being all
romantic and all I can do is moan his name. But I think I deserve some credit
that I'm actually finding words, when he's got me so impossibly turned on I can
hardly *breathe*.
"Yeaaaah,
but it's fun," I purr.
"Tell
me what it feels like to *you*, Baby," I say. "Tell me what having my
cock feels like to *you*."
"Heaven,"
I sigh. And I *know* that's weird, considering who my lover is. But I'm glad he
didn't laugh, because I was being serious. It's the best way to describe how it
feels when he's touching me, or kissing me, or making love to me, or just
teasing me... It's all... "Perfect."
"You
make.... ohgod... I feel things... no one else made me feel." He slips his
hands down to my thighs, pulling my legs further apart and I cry out when my
outer lips slide even further around him. Oh my god...
"Oh
god... Spike... from the first second you touched me... I felt like I was on
fire." I whimper when he starts to move me again, his cock grinding
against my clit. "But then you can... cool me, too. Calm me. Relieve the
ache.
"And
I *need* that. I wouldn't be able to live without it. I don't just want and
love you. I *need* ... ohgod *that*. Your fingers... your cock... your lips...
your fangs. I need ...*you*."
That
was... pretty.. good.
"Need
you too," I whisper. "And when I'm inside you... when you come...
I-" Shit. I've thought a lot about this. I just... didn't think it'd be this
hard. "I want you to-"
I bury my
face in her neck. I can't do it. Not important anyway.
"What?"
I ask, somehow managing to raise my head. I cup his face in my hands, turning
it so I can look in his eyes. "What, Spike?"
He
looks so unsure. If anyone had *ever* told me, before, that a soul-less vampire
could be so sensitive, I would have laughed in their faces. But that's before I
got to know - *really* got to know - Spike. "Whatever it is, I'll do
it," I say. "I..."
I
take a deep breath, ignoring the voice screaming in my head *not* to be stupid,
and say, "I'd do anything you asked." And yes I know that's a
dangerous thing to say to a vampire. But this isn't just 'a vampire.' It's
Spike, my mate, and we love each other. I would trust him with my life. I
already have, actually, and I've never regretted it. And I *won't* ever regret
it.
Oh god...
when she's all sweet and beautiful like that...
Who would
have thought that Sunnydale's 'Queen Bitch' could be so selfless and giving?
"I
want you to... to- call me Will."
Oh.
Wow... I... I think I'm in danger of crying. And it's not just the hormones,
this time. I nod, unable to say anything, and lean forward to kiss him.
I kiss
her back and when I slide into her this time, I go *into* her- slowly into her
passage.
This is
incredible. There's so much love in her fingers... it's really amazing.
"Oh
god.... please," I moan, as I start to tremble. "I'm so close,"
I gasp, just in case he didn't figure it out already. As I try to catch my breath,
I squeeze his cock with my inner muscles.
"Yessss,"
I say. Ah! "Something new," I whisper as I sit up. I pull her legs
around me and I bend my knees to angle her just right on my cock.
"Fuuuuck," I groan. *That* just pushes me *so* much deeper.
I slowly
kiss her before making my way down to her shoulder, peppering kisses along her
skin. Shit- her blood is just... calling me. Screaming for me, is more like it.
I can't help myself.
I kiss
her neck as my fangs slowly push into her skin.
"AAAAAAAAHHWIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLL!"
I shriek as I come. And then I'm just whimpering and moaning, bucking against
him as he continues to suckle at the puncture holes in my throat.
I
nuzzle his throat as he drinks, and my fingernails have dug into his shoulders,
breaking the skin and making him bleed a little. And something about the feel
of his blood under my fingers just makes me... It's not conscious thought
....just... instinct, as I bite down on his throat, hard enough to make him
bleed. That same instinct demands that I suck at the wound, eagerly, drinking
him down. And the moment his blood hits my tongue, I scream against his skin as
another orgasm washes over me.
"LLLLIIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!!"
I really
can't... oh my god... I... just... my god.
I
whimper as I feel him come inside me, soothing my inner walls with his cool
seed. And other than screaming my name, he starts to purr. Shit... that's...
that really feels nice...
I
continue to lick at his throat, even though the small wounds I inflicted closed
up after about five seconds, unfortunately. He tasted... really good. Mia was
right, about needing that. And I don't know what happened to the little
doubting voice in my head, that used to tell me that whole blood-sharing was a
bad thing. Maybe I finally shut it up, by deciding that I trust Spike, no
matter what the future brings.
He
falls back onto the bed and I moan as the movement jolts his cock deeper inside
me. He stopped drinking, shortly after I did. Now we're just... holding each
other. "That was amazing..." I sigh. "Although...no surprise
there," I add with a smile.
Oh my
god.
She
*actually* *really* *really* *really* *actually* drank from me- on her own!
I can't
believe it.
To feel her
sucking the blood from me- even if it's just a flesh wound- I can't *wait* for
*her* fangs to start coming in, for the first time that she cuts my skin...
ohgod.
It just
gets better and better and... yes- I know at first I growled and threw things
and screamed at her. I told her I didn't wanna be called Will because he was
weak and back associations with Angelus... but-
But with
*her*, I don't *mind* being weak. I don't mind it, because in her eyes, I'll
always be strong. Just like with Anton and Mia- and others who know me as Will.
When not used in a condecending way- Dru and Angelus and Darla used to use it
as a way of looking down on me... but I know Lia would never do that.
And I
want her to be at ease with me and know that I hold her on the same (if not a
much deeper, higher) level as Anton and Mia and Emily and Abby.
"You
still with me?" I ask, raising my head and looking at him with a smile.
He's got this completely stunned look on his face. Like... "Will- Spike?
Everything's... good, right?" I ask. Because now I'm worried, maybe I
wasn't supposed to drink from him, without him asking me to....
"Huh?"
I blink and look at her looking at me all worried. "Yeah- wonderful,
perfect... amazing... I was just- thinking, trying to find my mind again."
And then, I lean foward and kiss her again.
Oh.
What a relief... I sigh and part my lips for his tongue, tasting my blood in
his mouth. Weird. Not as good as *his*...
I have
a key... he gave ... Oh god. I've been knocking but they... don't hear... but I
have to... Have to... tell him. Them. Must... would give my life for them.
Nearly
did.
I get
the door open and "Master... " fall to the floor. Too weak.
"Who...
oh my god..." Spike and I sit up, and oh my god. Is that--
"John?" He's all beaten up, barely recognizable.
"What
the-" I rush over to him and *this* was certainly the LAST thing I wanted
to happen right now. On a scale of one to ten- one being the FIRST thing I
wanted to happen, which was perhaps a little bondage or something, perhaps a
little more bleeding of somekind- and ten being the absolute LAST thing I
wanted to happen tonight... this is a million.
Still-
"What in the bleedin' hell happened?"
"I
... After...." Damn, it hurts to ... do anything. But I have to. "Anne
and I went out, after Anton took Noah. We... ran into Penn. And the Master of
clan Donovan. They were.... " Concentrate, John. "Looking for Noah.
Donovan was furious that he wasn't at the club as was arranged. Mas-- Penn knew
- somehow... that I - we - knew somethiing.
"They...
he brought so many vampires with him, Master. They... Anne got away... but they
... tried to get me to... tell them. I didn't, I swear... I wouldn't. I'd
rather die. I didn't tell them..."
"Spike,
he's losing a lot of blood," I say, noticing how his shirt is soaked with
blood. "He needs... I don't suppose you store extra blood somewhere in
case of an emergency, do you?"
Shit.
"Come on," I say as I pick him up and place him on our… bed. Clean
sheets- not important now.
"Get
his clothes off," I instruct her and I place my wrist to his mouth.
"Drink."
"Master...that's
not necessary," I whisper. He shouldn't. I'm not worthy of *his* blood.
"I'll be all right--"
"DRINK!"
I growl.
John
jumps a little but gives in, taking Spike's arm hesitantly in his hands and
then slipping into gameface and ... really carefully... sinking his fangs into
Spike's wrist.
And I
can see how much Spike hates this, what's happened to John. And *I* hate that it
had to happen now, when we were ... I'm completely stark naked. Not that John
has so much as looked, but ... Old habits die hard, so since I've gotten his
clothes off, I retreat to the closet to grab a robe.
When
I return, John is just pulling away from Spike's wrist. "Thank you,"
he says. "I feel much better, already. As I was trying to explain, the
head of clan Donovan, he had his minions try to beat information out of me
about Noah. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. But ... I guess
he knew..." He looks over at me hesitantly.
"He
knew about Spike's past with Noah?" I offer, letting him know *I* already
know.
He
nods. "Yes. And Penn... he said that if you knew of his intentions of
joining with Clan Donovan, that it would make sense you'd try to ruin it for
him. But I never said anything, Master. I wouldn't endanger you and Mistress
Cordelia like that. Donovan eventually bored of trying to get me to talk. He
said he'd be visiting you, himself."
"They
left me, assuming that I had bled too much to be able to move before sunrise...
but I got down into the sewers in time. But I... I just couldn't come close to
the hotel until sundown. I... I'm sorry," I say. "It was stupid of me
and Anne to leave. We should have stayed in the hotel. I'm sorry."
"Nonsense,
you have the freedom to roam wherever you want as long as you're not serving
your lady or myself. But clearly, this will be finished tonight."
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