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It was a hot summer night, the lot was full, and Rupert Giles came to a perplexed halt. Supposedly there had to be some reason why he had been walking through the lot of a drive-in movie, but he couldn't immediately come up with one.
He reassessed his situation. Every car, in the immediate vicinity anyway, was a blue and white circa-1955 Chevrolet Bel Air. The movie on the immense screen up front seemed to be a version of Casablanca starring Ronald Reagan. He himself was dressed in black chinos, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.
"Oh, of course. A dream," he said with more certainty than he felt. "I suppose I'd better get on with it then." Giles looked about, but there seemed to be little reason to favor any one direction over another. If any of the Chevys was supposed to be his, he'd no way of determining which it was.
He did, however, spot one vehicle top up ahead that was darker than the rest. For the lack of a better alternative, he headed for it.
A woman was seated on the bonnet of a black Thunderbird hardtop, kicking her red high heels against the front bumper as she stared up at the movie screen. She wore a voluminous black poodle skirt and a tight fuzzy red sweater. Her dark hair was pulled back in a high pony tail tied with a fluffy red ribbon. Giles hesitated, then on impulse sat down on the car next to her.
"Did you get the refreshments?" Drusilla said, still beating her heels against the bumper.
"Apparently not," he said, but checked his pockets to be sure.
Bump, bump, went her heels. "Have you seen this movie?", she said. "Last time I saw this movie the Fat Man killed him. But this time he's killed the Fat Man instead. So I think maybe the girl will stay behind now. Do you think she might?"
Giles slid a hand down her leg to stop its restless thumping. She smiled and looped the leg over his, then turned to nibble at his ear.
"What are you doing?" he said, staring at the movie screen and trying to catch his breath.
"Getting my refreshment," she murmured into his ear, and licked it. Her teeth nipped at his neck.
He grabbed her pony tail and pulled her away. "I don't think I should let you do that --"
"Why not?" she said. "You're only my dream." One sharp fingernail traced a delicate line up his throat to his chin. "I know you liked our last kiss. Do it again?"
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in to his lips. She hummed, then placed her arms around his neck, climbing half into his lap as she did so. Leaning into him, she toppled him back to the bonnet of the car.
"Ow!" he broke the kiss to exclaim, and reached back to rub at his head where it had connected with the windshield wiper. Drusilla took advantage of his distraction to climb full on top of him, straddling his hips. Smiling evilly, she bent to recapture the kiss.
The windshield wiper was digging into the back of his head again. Giles frowned. "Are you sure this is a dream?"
"Of course it is," she said, her lips a hair's breadth from his. "If it weren't, we wouldn't be this friendly, would we?"
"No," he conceded. There was a flaw in that argument that he thought he'd see if he were awake. And if Drusilla didn't have her tongue inside of his mouth. He pulled her skirt up to run his hands up her thighs. She moaned, pressing closer.
She wasn't wearing any underwear, he discovered shortly thereafter. He ran his palms over the cool gloves of her ass, grinding her against his growing erection, then dropped his hand lower to probe for her center.
A loud kick at the side of the car startled Giles out of this lecherous interlude. Drusilla half pushed herself off of him and glared at the source of the interruption. "You took too long," she said irritably.
"Bloody right I did," Spike said, glowering at the Watcher.
"Did you get the refreshments?"
The blond vampire was loaded down with containers and cups -- fortuitously so, since otherwise his expression suggested that he might be having a go for Giles' throat. "Yeah babe. Why don't you take them off my hands here, so I can kill him?"
"Put them in the car, dear," she said with an indulgent smile.
Giles edged back out from under her. "Perhaps I'd better go now."
"Don't mind Spike," Drusilla said as she followed him up the windshield. "He's been waiting for Viva, Maria to start, but they showed this movie first instead and so he is a cranky boy."
"This Ann Sheridan trollop is a plague-ridden hag compared to Bardot," Spike growled.
Drusilla shot her consort a low look. "Besides," she continued, "this is my dream, and I get to say who gets to be in it."
Giles thought that one over. "I don't mean to be contrary, but this is my dream."
"It sure the hell isn't mine," Spike muttered, trying to get the car door open with his hands full. "Dru, will you stop hanging over that wanker and open this bloody door for me?"
"In a minute, luv," Drusilla said. She grabbed Giles by the back of the head and pulled him in for another long, tonsil-tickling kiss, then sat up with a smile and slid off of him and off the car.
Giles sat up unsteadily, then pushed himself sideways so that he could slide off over on the opposite side of the car. "Well," he said. "That was certainly fun. Must do it again sometime --"
"Oh, you can't go," Drusilla said as she struggled with the driver's door, which seemed to be stuck. "You haven't had your refreshments yet."
"Yes, do stay," Spike said pleasantly. "I haven't broken your neck yet."
The vampiress finally managed to wrench the door open and held it back while Spike deposited the containers inside. She then grabbed him hard by the back of the neck and shoved him roughly into the seat. "Dru!" he yelped.
"You be a good boy," she said, "and Mummy won't have to spank you. Are you a good boy, Spike?"
Spike muttered something in a low feral growl.
"Promise me you'll be a good boy for Mummy?"
"I promise!" Spike snarled.
Drusilla let loose of him, and patted him on the head. "There now, see what good friends we all can be?" She smiled at Giles over the top of the car. "You're a good boy too, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes, very good," he quickly reassured her.
"Get in the car," she said. "And we'll all watch the movie together."
"Why don't you make a run for it now, mate?" Spike suggested from within the car. "Before it's too late."
Drusilla smiled toothily at Giles. "I haven't played 'Tag' in oh-so-long," she purred.
Giles opened the car door and got in. A glowering Spike scooted away from him. Drusilla sat down in the driver's seat. "There," she said. "Isn't this lovely? What did you get for refreshments, Spike?"
Spike took a cup and popcorn box from the dashboard. "Extra large, ducks. Just like you always ask for."
"Don't pout, pet. It makes your face look all squinchy, then it'll freeze like that and you'll look like Miss Edith for all of eternity." Dru picked up another cup and leaned past Spike to press it into Giles' hand. "Here. For you, dear."
"Um," Giles held it gingerly, "What is it?"
Drusilla looked at Spike.
Spike grudgingly leaned to look at the cup. "That one's the B negative."
"Yummy," said Drusilla. My favorite. May I --?"
"Please do." Giles handed it back to her.
"You're so sweet," Dru said with a flirtatious smirk. "Did you get extra blood on the popcorn, Spike?"
"Where's this refreshment stand?" Giles said.
"Middle of the lot, mate," Spike replied. "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."
"Spike," Drusilla said, "you be polite to our guest, or I'm going to be very unhappy."
Spike grabbed a cup off the dashboard and sucked at it moodily.
They all stared straight ahead for several minutes, without speaking. The tinny sounds from the speaker that hung on the window were all but indecipherable.
"Who are the plonkers responsible for this trash?" Spike said. "Do they really think that making a movie that's impossible to follow is going to impress anybody?"
Drusilla kicked off her shoes and turned sideways to place her bare feet into Spike's lap. "It makes perfect sense to me, luv. You're just not paying attention." She wiggled her toes, and Spike got a glazed look in his eyes.
"You might have a better drive-in experience if you'd chip some of the paint from the front windshield," Giles suggested, keeping his eyes determinedly focused up front.
"Damn the movie," Spike said, his head thrown against the back of the seat. "Oh, baby --"
Giles reached for the door handle, only to discover that it had been removed from his side. "If it's all right with you," he suggested, "I think I'll have a walk around the lot?"
"You can't go until you've finished your refreshments," Drusilla said. She stretched out her long legs until her ankles rested across Giles' thigh. "Massage my piggies, Daddy?"
Spike had his eyes closed and a silly grin in his face. After a tentative look at the blond vampire, Giles took one of Drusilla's feet in his hands and began to massage it.
She sighed and got a dreamy look on her face. Giles studied her. On several occasions, he'd been able to put Buffy straight to sleep while massaging some training session soreness out of her muscles. Tentatively, he flexed Drusilla's foot, then ran the flat of his thumbnail firmly up her instep.
Drusilla gave a little purring trill, and her toes curled.
Spike's eyes flew open, and he straightened to look at her. "What the bloody hell was that?"
"Do it again?" Drusilla said in a little girl voice.
Giles looked warily at Spike, then ran his thumbnail up her instep again.
Drusilla trilled and puddled down onto the car seat. He caught her foot as it thumped him in the stomach.
Spike glared. "Ninety years together, and I've never heard her do that."
Giles tried to push her legs up and out of his lap. "Well, I, er -- one of my predecessors studied acupressure. I was trying to get her to -- um -- relax a bit. I suppose the pressure points are a bit different for vampires."
"Do it again," Drusilla demanded, planting both feet firmly in his lap.
"Just one minute, pet," Spike said. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her firmly up and into her corner of the car. "All right then." He bent and pulled off a boot and a red sock. He then turned and thrust his right foot at the Watcher. "You show me what you were doing."
Giles looked at the foot and sighed. "It's a good thing this is a dream," he said. He took Spike's foot in his hands, flexed it a couple of times until he felt the muscles relax somewhat, then ran his thumbnail up Spike's foot.
Spike threw his head back and growled low in his throat. Drusilla caught him as he slumped back into her arms. "Oooh," she said. "I think that Spike likes that too."
"Bloody christ," Spike murmured.
Giles began to crank down his window, but it only went down a few inches before it stopped and wouldn't go any further.
Drusilla and Spike were snuggled in their corner of the car. Dru had slipped her hand into Spike's shirt and was rubbing his chest while whispering something in his ear. Spike had his eyes shut and was grinning. Giles gathered his nerve and crawled over them to reach for the driver's side door.
"Uh-uh." Spike reached up and grabbed him by the jacket front. "Not so fast, mate."
"No, really," Giles protested. "T-time for me to run. You two would obviously like some privacy."
"We'll let you know --" Spike sat up and wrapped his hand more firmly into Giles' jacket. " -- when we want some privacy." He shoved the Watcher back across the seat against the passenger side door.
Dru grabbed Giles by the ankles and pulled him flat. "Let me, Spike!" she whimpered.
Giles' head rapped against the door. "Ouch, be careful! What are you doing?!"
"We're all going barefoot," Drusilla said as she pulled his other boot off.
"Please don't --" He yelped as a cold hand trailed down the bottom of his foot.
"Is Mummy's little boy ticklish?" Dru cooed.
Giles tried to sit up, but Spike sat on him and pinned his arms above his head. "I think he is, Dru. Try the other one."
"Ooh, like this?" she said.
Spike yelped and looked around. "Not me."
"Sorry, pet. You're both the same size. I got confused." After a thoughtful moment. "Is it true do you think? About foot size and --"
"Now you just wait," Giles said and began to struggle. "I realize that this being a dream and all, that some things can be allowed to go by the wayside --"
"Christ," Spike said. "You know, you talk too much. I do like a good struggle though." He shifted his grip to pin both of Giles' wrists with one hand and wrapped the other through the Watcher's hair.
"Oh no," Giles said. "I'm fairly certain that the rules for Watchers state that I'm not allowed to kiss more than one vampire in any given --"
Spikes mashed his lips to Giles', shifting abruptly into game face as he did so. Fangs cut at his lower lip, and then they were sharing tongues. Must remember next time, Giles thought. Vampires are notoriously bad at following rules.
Spike sucked hard at the cut on his lip, then pulled back smirking. "There," he said. "That shut you up."
"Let me. . ." Drusilla coaxed. She pressed past Spike's back and wrapped an arm around his waist so she could lean in to Giles for another kiss.
"All right, already," Spike said irritably after a full minute of this. "Have you had enough, mate?"
"Mmm," Giles said, snatching a few extra seconds of Drusilla kissage before breaking off. "I suppose so. Get off, and I'll be on my way."
"Anybody tell you," Dru said, "that you have very frisky lips?"
"No, I don't believe anybody has ever told me that before." He tried without success to wrest his wrists out of Spike's grip.
Spike's look of annoyance shifted to an unnerving smile. "Haul back on his legs, Dru." He rose up on his knees but still held his captive's arms pinned. "Give us some room to play here." He unzipped his pants and let loose what, from below, looked to be an alarmingly big cock.
"I don't think --" Giles gasped.
"Good then, don't talk either. Just open wide for Daddy," Spike growled, pulling his head forward. "And play nice -- I might just decide to wait to kill you some other night."
Any further protest Giles might have voice was impeded by the thrust of Spike's cock at his lips. The vampire shook Giles' head once, and he opened his mouth as ordered. Spike moaned as he pushed inside, stilled for a moment, then slipped in further. "Come on, boy," he growled, "Let's have a little more cooperation here."
Drusilla was tugging at Giles' pants now, pulling them down over his legs. "Oh, he really likes us, Spike," she said appreciatively. "In a big way." She slid her hand down his length, and wrapped her fingers hard around the base of his cock.
Giles groaned around the intrusion in his mouth. Spike hissed and thrust forward with his hips. The cock slid towards the back of Giles' throat. Almost reflexively, he ran his tongue up the underside. Spike moaned again. "Stop being so bloody coy," he growled, his hand twisting painfully in the Watcher's hair. "Suck it."
Giles obeyed. As he ran his mouth up and down Spike's swollen shaft, he felt Drusilla's cool hands pulling at him, then felt her weight settling over him. His breath caught and he almost choked as Spike hit at the back of his throat with a downward stroke. He twisted his wrists in Spike's iron grasp to grab at the vampire's wrist, digging in as he braced himself against a momentary sensory overload and choking fit.
"Steady mate," Spike growled with a menacing affection. "Let's not get messy here." He pulled out slightly, waiting for the Watcher to find his breath again. "That's the trouble with boinking humans," he complained to Dru behind him. "They're forever choking on things."
"Well your thing is so much bigger than what they're used to usually," she purred as she reached around Spike to stroke at his abdomen with the tips of her fingers. She wriggled to settle down more tightly on the Watcher's erect penis. "There now," she slurred, her head tilted back. That's better, in'it?"
Giles let out a long shuddering breath.
"Yeah, looks like it," Spike said, and resumed his rhythm. Dru wrapped her arms tightly around him and rocked with him. After I wake up, Giles thought as he sucked, I'm going to have to think about seeking out some serious psychotherapy for this one dream. Might as well let himself enjoy it now -- his psyche didn't seem to be heading anywhere safe anytime soon. He lifted his head to urge Spike deeper down into his throat. The vampire gave a surprised moan, and abruptly let go of his wrists to brace his own weight as he thrust down hard. Giles swallowed him, and reached up to grab at the backs of Spike's thighs.
Spike arced back with a howl, spurting deep down into the human's throat. Drusilla screamed with him, her fingernails cutting bloody gashes into her paramour's stomach as she climaxed. Giles hung on to his few shreds of self- control as he swallowed Spike's ejaculate. Spike slumped, and Giles finally gave himself up to his own orgasm, thrashing under the two bodies on top of him as he pumped up into Drusilla. She mewled and clung to Spike, until Giles' thrusts subsided.
"Christ," Spike panted. "Didn't think you had it in you, Watcher." An evil smile played across his lips. "Beyond the obvious, of course." He thrust his hips downwards once, his flaccid penis beginning to harden again. Giles tensed. "Not quite ready for the second feature, luv?" He pulled out. "Intermission then."
Giles coughed violently, then gulped for air.
Spike leered at him, then twisted around to study Drusilla. She was slumped on his back, her eyes shut, her mouth slack with the tip of her tongue protruding from one corner. "Looks like you managed to wear Dru out." He turned and gathered her into his arms. She murmured a sleepy query about pansies and parrots, then fell asleep again sucking at her thumb. "Oh, well." He shrugged. "She never lasts through the second feature." Spike picked Dru up and dropped her over into the back seat.
Freed of the two bodies pinning him down, Giles sat shakily up and pulled up and refastened his pants. He crawled past Spike for the door.
"Now, now," Spike turned and grabbed him by the back of the neck. "You've got to wait until 'Spike Says'."
"You are going to eventually let me go?" Giles said.
"I'm thinking about it," Spike said as he pushed his prey down again. "But we'll play in the meantime. What the hell does it matter? We're both stuck here until somebody wakes up. Might as well have fun." He shifted into game face again, and began to nibble at Giles' neck.
"Yes, well, I can do without that," Giles growled, and brought a knee up between the two of them. "Get out of that face. Right now."
Spike drew back to glare at him. "And how mate, are you going to make me?"
"Do it," Giles said. "Or you'll bloody well regret not doing it."
Spike snorted, and bent towards his neck again. And came nose to face with a glitteringly silver, disgustingly ornate cross. "Where the fuck," he said, "did that come from?"
"It's a dream, Spike," Giles said with a smile. He shoved the cross into the vampire's face, and Spike backed off. "It doesn't have to have come from anywhere."
"All right," Spike sulked, shifting back into his human face again. "You've got no stomach for the rough stuff, is your problem."
Giles grabbed him by the throat, slammed him back against the driver's door, and shoved a fist -- clenched around the cross -- into Spike's eye. Holding the cross an eyelash blink away from the vampire's eye, he slowly moved to straddle Spike's body. "Don't blink now, luv," he growled into Spike's ear. "You wouldn't want me to slip."
Spike, much to his own annoyance, was getting very hard. Giles fondled the vampire's erection, smiling at him. That smile gave Spike the wiggins. He grappled with the door handle, then pressed down hard on it.
Both of them fell out onto the pavement. Spike thrashed to knock the cross out of the Watcher's hand, but the man had managed to fall on top of him and was already twisting his arm back at an uncomfortable angle as he set a knee into the small of Spike's back.
"Bloody hell," Spike cursed. He was a demon -- he should be able to pound this wanker into a thick paste over the pavement. That was part of the fun of boinking humans.
"Giles!? What are you doing?"
The Watcher and the vampire looked up. Oh, this is too much, Spike thought, gritting his teeth. Rescued from the lecherous clutches of a librarian by an insipid school girl.
"Willow?" the Watcher said in a aghast tone.
She was standing over them, watching them with immense doe-like eyes. Her red hair glistened faintly in the light reflected from the big screen overhead. She wore a frilly apple green tulle dress, tied at the waist with a green satin ribbon and silver chain belt, and a rhinestone tiara.
"Um, well. It's a dream, of course --" the librarian began weakly.
She looked down at a half-naked Spike, still sprawled in the gravel, then looked up at the very disheveled Giles. A smile spread across her lips, then lit up her face. "Really!? Oh good."