Sanguine Revival 18/? (Spike/Drusilla, Angel/Darla, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 18/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Drusilla, Angel/Darla
SUMMARY: This chapter: While Spike and Drusilla have fun, Angel slips a little.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Het sex
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 3533 words

 

Spike and Angel arrive back at the hotel. They had a lovely evening, hunting and killing. Though, of course, they'd had to stop on the way back to buy a present for Drusilla. The two of them are clapping each other on the back, covered in slime and ichor. Both aroused, their demons lurking just beneath the surface.

Hearing them come in, Cordy ventures to the top of the stairs, leaving Wesley and Gunn to guard Spike's door. "What the hell happened to you too?" She asks, eyebrows raised as she takes in the mess.

Shrugging sheepishly, Angel avoids her eyes. "You know, dead demons exploding, just the usual."

Spike laughs. "We had a grand time of it."

Disapproval making her look like she's sucking on a lemon, Cordy snorts and starts down the stairs. Angel shouldn't be enjoying killing demons; it's supposed to be part of his redemption. If he wants fun he should come out with his friends more often, and to somewhere other than Caritas.

Giving Spike a small grin, Angel puts his sword on the 'to clean urgently' pile. Spike's axe joins it. "Did Dru behave herself?"

"Yes." Cordy says grudgingly.

"I told you she would." Angel says blandly.

Spike grins and picks up the box. "I'd better go up and see to her. She'll want her present. and I have to get washed and changed."

"Yeah. Me too." Angel grimaces as he looks down at himself.

"Shame we can't shower together." Spike whispers to Angel. Then he chuckles and bounds up the stairs. Spike heads into the bedroom, looking at Wes and Gunn as he moves past them into his room.

Flushing faintly, Angel swallows. He follows Spike up the stairs somewhat more sedately, smiling at Wesley and Gunn as he passes them.

"Oh my." Wesley murmurs as he walks past, taking in the state of Angel's clothes. But he doesn't say anything else, just carries on downstairs.

"Spikey!" Dru cries, throwing herself at him. "You're back!"

Spike holds out his hands to keep her from getting slime all over her, leaning in to kiss her gently. "Yes, princess, I am. Have a care, don't want to mess your lovely gown. I have your pressie."

Clapping her hands, Dru bounces on her toes. "Is it a nice pressie?"

"It is, it was the nicest in the shop." He hands her the box and then starts to strip off his clothes.

Angel heard Dru's exuberant cry as he passes Spike's room and rolls his eyes, shaking his head. She never changes. He heads into his own room and straight for the shower.

Spike is soon naked. Luckily for him the goop is mainly on the clothes, a simple wash at the sink takes away what little hit his skin. He steps back into the room. He's still roused from the hunt, and he looks over at Drusilla, as he stands naked in the bathroom doorway.

Gleefully ripping off the wrapping paper, Dru sits down on his bed as she lifts the top off the box. "Oooo Spikey, she's lovely." Dru immediately cradles the doll to her breast. Standing up she starts to sway and dance around the room with her eyes closed, humming a little ditty.

"So glad you like her, Princess. " Spike's voice drops low and sultry. "Daddy and I picked her specially for you."

His voice breaks into her reverie and she turns to face him. "Princess always gets the nicest dollies off Daddy and her Prince." Her eyes widen appreciatively as she notices his nudity.

Giggling coquettishly she covers the eyes of her new doll. Spike's lips quirk wickedly and he tilts his head. "Can your Prince get a little kiss?"

Swaying girlishly, Drusilla lowers her eyes, biting her lip and nodding. Spike prowls over slowly towards Drusilla, his hands coming up to rest on her upper arms, pulling her close for a nibbling, gentle kiss.

Eagerly returning the kiss, Drusilla presses closer to him, the china doll pressed between them. Spike's hand lifts to caress her cheek, and he continues the kiss for a small eternity. It's been a long while since he's seen his Dru, and he's no longer a neutered fangless creature. And his rival is safely chopped into bits.

Ending the kiss with a small moan, Drusilla meets Spike's eyes, her own glittering wickedly. "You know why I'm here?" She whispers almost soundlessly in a rare moment of near lucidity.

Spike nods, a tiny motion, and kisses down onto her throat. "I do."

Giggling again, she arches her neck. "I've missed you baby brother."

"I've missed you too, sweet girl. Should we get better reacquainted?" He drops his voice low again and whispers, "And drive our Sire mad?"

"Oh yes." Dru nods vigorously. "Yes please."

Stepping out of his arms, she gives him another coy smile. She quickly puts her doll aside before reaching around to the zip of her dress. It soon drops to the floor in a flutter of lace and silk, leaving Dru clad in a pair of stockings, a ribbon around her throat and nothing else. Spike stops to look her up and down, caressing her with his eyes before scooping her up and carrying her towards the bed.

Drusilla giggles as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. This is going to be so much fun, just like the fairies said it would be. Poor Daddy.

****

Angel squirms in his seat for what must be the dozenth time in the last fifteen minutes, drawing the attention of Cordelia and Wesley. And, just for further embarrassment, the attention of a smirking Dawn.


Wesley looks over. "Are you all right, Angel?"

"Er yes fine." Angel nods. "I'm uh..." Just then the sound of a loud scream of pleasure from Drusilla echoes down to them. "...Fine." Wesley raises one eyebrow at the noise, and at Angel's reply.

Cordelia sighs. "Honestly. What is it with them? You'd think they hadn't had sex in *years*." To tell the truth, she was feeling more than a little bit jealous. It's been ages since she's had any action herself. Angel smiles weakly and shrugs.

Wesley looks around on the desk, trying to divert himself, and his eyes light on an envelope. "Oh! Angel, I had almost forgotten. An envelope came for you while you were gone." He gets up and carries it over.

Eyeing the envelope warily, Angel nods and smiles as he takes it. "Thanks Wes."

"You're quite welcome." Wesley heads back to his desk.

Dawn giggles. "I wonder how long they're going to keep doing that?"

"Probably for a while yet." Angel says morosely. It's been over two hours so far, but Dru and Spike both being vampires, they could easily keep it up well past sunrise.

Dawn grins, her eyes twinkling. "Wow." Secretly, of course, she's a little jealous, but she *loves* how uncomfortable Angel is.

"Er yeah, wow." Angel grumbles quietly, staring at the envelope in his hand.

"So what's in the envelope huh?" She asks.

"I dread to think." Angel unwillingly finds his eyes locking with Wesley's for a moment as they both remember the photos he received the other day, and the short altercation in his bedroom. Wesley shivers a bit, a small surge of arousal pushing through him.

"Well the envelope's too small for it to be another CD." Cordy says, not noticing the reactions of the two men. Angel swallows and tries to ignore Wesley's arousal, turning to her and smiling weakly.

"CD? What CD?" Dawn asks eagerly.

"Oh...er...um...er..." Angel stutters. Wesley looks over at Cordy, who mouth to him, 'show you later' while Angel isn't looking. "Um...wait a minute." Angel frowns. "Where is it?"

He looks over at Cordelia who smiles innocently back. "I haven't seen it since I went out to Lindsey's apartment." Cordelia gets up and gives it to him. She's already made copies. "Thanks." Angel nods. "Can't believe I forgot about it."

"Me either." Cordy snickers. Wesley struggles to hide a smile and Dawn giggles out loud.

After the experience of the photos and the CD, Angel is wary of opening another envelope in front of anyone, so he tries to discreetly slip it and the CD into his pocket.
Dawn is watching, and pouts. "You're not gonna open it?"

"Er..." Angel looks dismayed at being caught. "Um..."

"Well?" Dawn crosses her arms and looks disturbingly determined like her sister.
With a sigh, Angel pulls the envelope out of his pocket and slowly slits it open. He tilts it and a keycard drops out into his palm. "Huh?" He lifts it, reading 'Crowne Plaza Hotel' on one side, 'Room 227' on the other. "What?"

Wesley looks over. "It would seem to be a keycard for a hotel room. Curious."

Swallowing, Angel hesitantly reaches back into the envelope, pulling out a note. Even if he couldn't smell Darla on it, he'd know it was almost certainly from her. He reads it, almost knowing what it will say before he does.

Come and see me my darling. Come do some of what I know you're dying to do. I want you so much. Love, Darla

He takes a deep shuddering breath, closing his eyes. 'Oh god Darla, what are you doing to me?' He thinks desperately.

"It's from *her* isn't it?" Cordelia asks flatly.

Swallowing again, Angel nods. "Yeah."

"Who is *her*?" Dawn perks up.

"Darla." Cordelia replies with some venom.

"Oooo." Dawn looks impressed. Then, "Hey! I thought she was dead!"

"She was." Angel sighs. "She's been brought back."

Noticing Angel idly swirling the keycard through his fingers, Wesley clears his throat quietly. "Of course, you're not going to go." He says, not soundly altogether sure.

"No, of course not." Angel replies quickly, not sounding sure himself. Cordelia snorts. Given his behavior towards Drusilla, and his reaction to the CD, she's not at *all* sure he won't go.

"YES!! SPIKE!! HARDER!!"

Angel flinches at Dru's scream, gripping a little too tightly to the keycard.

"G...good. Right." Wesley nods, flushing brightly.

Dawn giggles again. "They are...*enthusiastic*, aren't they? They don't sound like they're stopping for a while."

"No, they don't." Angel says, sounding depressed, and rather like he'd like to join them. Wesley squirms uncomfortably. The noises are getting to him as well.

"So, um...shouldn't you go and check on your mom?" Angel asks Dawn, trying to change the subject, "She can't er...be getting much rest, what with..." And failing to do so very effectively.

"Oh, no, the pain meds have her unconscious," Dawn chirps brightly.

"Oh, right."

Rolling her eyes, Cordelia sighs long-sufferingly. "Haven't either of you got anything to do?" She asks, looking at Angel and Wesley.

"Actually yeah. I uh..." Angel stands up quickly and heads into his office, "I uh, I've got a phone call to make." Before any of the others can say anything, he shuts the door and they hear the snicking of the lock. Angel dials the number for Darla on his new cell phone. Cordelia glares at Angel's locked door for a moment before huffing with annoyance.

Picking up the phone, Darla smirks as she sees the ID. "Hello dear." She says, sweetly.

"Darla," he groans. "You *have* to stop this."

"Stop what?"

"The key, Darla."

"Oh that." She giggles.

"Yes, *that*."

"Are you angry with me?" She asks in a little girl voice.

Angel groans again. "Darla, you *know* why I can't do what you want."

"Are you sure you can't?" She asks.

Angel sighs. "Darla..." He cuts off. "Forget it, I'm coming over there to settle things in person." He clicks off the phone and gets up, grabbing his coat as he heads out the door before anyone can protest.

Surprised, Darla stares at the phone. She hadn't really thought he would come to the hotel. She was looking forward to a quiet night running up a huge bill on Lindsay's tab.

Angel grips the wheel as he drives almost drunkenly towards the hotel. He's there in record time, knocking at the door when he can't manage to make the keycard work.

Checking her appearance in the mirror, Darla walks over to the door and opens it slowly. "Angel." Darla's breath catches as she looks up at him.

Angel looks down at the soft silk, relatively demure little outfit she is in, and takes in her scent. "Darla," he groans out hoarsely.

Stepping back from the doorway, Darla gestures him inside, "Come in." Angel steps in, swaying a little. His legs won't quite hold him and he collapses into a chair.

Quickly pushing the door shut, Darla comes over to him concerned. "Angel?" She reaches out and rests her hand on his shoulder, standing close beside him. "Is something wrong?"

"You...you and those brat children of mine...you're driving me slowly mad."
His voice is half-angry, half-forlorn.

"Children?" Darla asks in seeming confusion. "They're in LA?"

"Yes, both of them. Currently rutting like animals in my hotel. Very noisily so."

Blinking, Darla hides a grin. "What are they doing at your hotel? Well, apart from noisily rutting like animals." She giggles a little at the description.

Angel sighs and lays his head back to look up at Darla. "Spike came down with the Slayer's mother and her sister so that the mother could get help from a local shaman. *He* was invited. Dru just showed up tonight from nowhere and begged for help from a former lover who threatened to kill her."

Raising an eyebrow at him, Darla can feel her lips twitch. "Ok, I don't know where to start with that statement."

"There's nowhere to start. It's all ludicrous. My boy is being tortured, essentially, in Sunnydale and I can't even keep him here because I want to take him every time he gets near." Angel's hands tighten on the arms of the chair he's in.

Hand fluttering up to her mouth Darla looks at him in horror. "Tortured?"

"Yes. The feckin' Watcher." Angel's accent gets thick. "He takes advantage of the fact that Spike is helpless. Can't hurt humans, government chip in his head."

Making a small sound of distress, Darla sways before dropping down to sit on Angel's lap. "Oh my poor baby. What can we do?"

Angel reflexively pulls Darla close, burying his face into her hair. "I don't know. The Slayer's mother knows, she's promised to try to keep the Watcher away."

"Why should she care?"

"She's a kind person. She's very fond of him."

"Oh." Darla blinks with seeming confusion. "The slayer's mother?"

"Yeah, she's always had a soft spot for him." A small grin breaks onto Angel's face. "You know how he charms women."

Chuckling, Darla nods, leaning against Angel's chest and resting her head on his shoulder.

"He has them both charmed, the sister and the mother. Just not the Slayer."

"I remember *her*" Darla sniffs and pulls away roughly. "She's the reason you killed me."

Angel groans. "I'm sorry."

"Sure you are." Darla climbs off of his lap and paces away from him. Crossing her arms under her bust she turns around to glare at him. "You know, I should hate you for that."

"You should, I deserve it," Angel says, in his usual self-flagellation.

"Yes you do." She glares harder before coming over. Bending forward she pokes him hard in the chest. "I ought to stake *you*. See how *you* like it."

"Ow," he says at the poke. "Perhaps you should."

Snorting, she straightens back up and recrosses her arms. "You're impossible."

"I agreed with you, how is that being impossible?" He asks with a little note of exasperation.

"You're not supposed to agree with me. You're supposed to grovel." She pouts.

"I've never been much good at the grovelling, Darla, you know that."

"I don't know." She grins mischievously, "You did well that time in Madrid."

"I was roaring drunk then on Madeira."

"Which is why I wouldn't let you fuck me, remember?"

"I remember." Angel has to smile at the memory.

"And you spent a whole hour crawling round on your knees begging me to let you, until you passed out."

"I had a *lot* of Madeira."

"Mmhmm." Darla is obviously amused by the memory of Angelus' embarrassment.

Angel shook his head. "So, Darla...."

"Angel." Darla replies with a smirk.

"Why are you trying to drive me mad?"

"Drive you mad?" She blinks innocently. "Is that what I'm trying to do?"

"I think so, yes. Or as good as, if I lose my soul."

"I don't know why you don't do something about that." Darla huffs, tightening her crossed arms. The movement pushes her bust upwards even more.

"Such as what?" Angel's attention is drawn to the creamy upper curve of her cleavage.

"Well I don't know." She shrugs.

Angel lifts a hand to trace over the curve of her shoulder. "I wish there was something I could do about it."

"Have you actually tried to find out if there is?" Darla asks dryly, inching closer.

"Funny you should ask. Spike asked me today for the text of the curse, to see if he could help me find a way out of the happiness clause." Angel's hand kept moving down her arm, fingertips brushing the outer curve of her breast.

"Oh?" Darla says. She watches Angel's eyes as he touches her, it's almost like he doesn't realise what he's doing.

"Yeah. People and demons that won't deal with me will talk to him." Angel's hand moves over onto her silk-covered belly.

Swaying forward against his hand. Darla murmurs, "I see." Oh, Spike was such a clever boy. Angel's brain wasn't completely engaged. The demon inside had taken a different tack, sneaking round while his mind was focused on something else. His hands were doing what he wanted to do without paying attention to them entirely. But Angel noticed now, looking up, almost guiltily.

"Something wrong?" Darla asks, raising a delicately arched eyebrow.

"I shouldn't be touching you like this." But he doesn't pull his hand away.

"I suppose." Darla says quietly. She inches closer again, the move causing the silk of her nightdress where Angel's hand is resting to slide upwards, taking his hand with it.
He groans, his other hand moving to rest on the small of her back.

Slowly Darla bends forward, resting her hands on his shoulder as she climbs back into his lap, facing him this time.

"Darla, oh god," he moans, cupping a hand on the nape of her neck and pulling her warm lips against his in a kiss.

Moaning quietly, she sinks against him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she returns the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He can feel her warmth, hear her blood pulsing, scent her, as she moves tighter against him. He's lost in the reality of her and he nuzzles down onto her throat.

Arching her neck, Darla moans at the feel of his mouth on her neck. As she drops her head back, her body automatically drops down against him, pressing her mound against his stomach. Angel half-sobs, half-moans as he feels her center rest on his belly. His already half-hard cock presses tight against his trousers.

"Angel." She moans starting to move against him, caught up in the feel of his arms around her. Her nipples are hard peaks against his chest and she can feel herself growing wet in response to his touch.

His hands slide down under the hem of her gown and up onto her bare skin. Onto her belly, not daring yet to go further.

"Oh yes." She murmurs, pressing into his hands and rocking herself against him, her ass rubbing over his groin. His eyes are growing dark as she moves against him, his hands moving up to cup her breasts.

She whimpers, her fingers starting to knead at his shoulders. Her nipples press into his palms, the coolness of his skin almost making them harder. "Oh!" She can hardly believe how turned on she is, just from one kiss and a few minutes of touching.

Angel can feel his control slipping. He can feel Angelus pressing against the bars of the cage. He stands up, setting Darla on her feet, and moves to the door in one fluid motion. "I...I can't. I just can't." He moves out the door and breaks into a run.

Darla storms to the door. She can see him down the end of the corridor, desperately pressing the buttons. "Dammit Angelus, you can't leave me like this, get back here!" She shouts, her voice quavering. Bastard! She was so close, so close to coming just from his touch on her breasts. "Please!" she adds a little desperate herself.

He looks back, eyes gold, voice a growl. "I can't. I'm *this* close, Darla, god, this close to losing it all." The door of the elevator opens and he steps inside.

"Angelus!" She cries. "Please!" Her body is aching for him. "I need you."

He almost steps back out again as the elevator door close. Darla sobs a little, staring at the doors, willing him to come back. When he doesn't she sobs again, slowly going back into the room and closing the door