Sanguine Revival 2/?

Authors: Salustra and Cathelin

E-mail: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk

Pairing: This Chapter- Spike/Darla, Spike/Darla/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey.

Rating: Adults Only

Summary: This chapter- Shopping fun, Spike and Darla break Lindsey in, and Spike and Darla plot.

DISTRIBUTION: Various lists; My Livejournal Account ; Weird Romance- My Yahoo Group ; and Weird Romances- My Website . Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it is going.

Warnings: Het sex, m/m slash, voyeurism, humiliation, public display, bdsm, oral sex, anal sex, bloodplay.

Spoilers: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.

Disclaimer: I don't anything from ME... though I really wish I could.

Distribution: Go ahead. I'd like to know where it's going if you can drop me a line.

Feedback: Yes Please. E-mail to goddess_salustra@juno.com and cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk

Length: 12,075 words

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Locking the door, Darla takes the key back to the assistant, retrieving their cart. Returning she asks, "So what's next on the agenda?"

"Manacles, chains, that sort of thing." Spike moves over. "These leather and suede-lined metal ones work best for long-term restraint. Lockable but comfortable."

Darla runs manicured fingers over the items on display, lifting and weighing different ones, feeling the linings.

Spike goes over to the chains, and starts picking out various lengths and thicknesses, and placing them in the cart.

Leaving Spike to the restraints, Darla saunters around to the next aisle. "Oh my," She murmurs to herself. "Now that's an idea. Spike darling," she calls, "Come here when you've finished. Leave Lindsey at the end of the aisle with the cart. "

Spike chuckles. "Be right there." He picks out manacles, a belt, and a few other restraints and places them in the cart, then moves down to Darla. "Yeah?"

Lifting a black male-chastity device from the shelf she shows it to him. "What do you think?"

Spike looks at it, reads the box. He nods approvingly. "Perfect. 'e can wear it all the time. Never needs to take it off unless we want."

"Exactly. Make sure *he* knows who he belongs to without broadcasting it." Darla nods, "Though, perhaps we might get another for in private?"

Spike grins. "Wot one did you 'ave in mind?"

With a smile Darla turns and runs her hand over one of the displayed cages, aptly named 'Captiv'.

Spike looks at the gleaming metal tube. "Poor Lindsey. We're going to keep 'im very short on orgasms, aren't we?"

Darla shrugs. "Well, it's not like he's gonna get to fuck either of us. Plus, it'll help build his stamina."

Spike chuckles and nods in approval. "Let's get them both. A butt plug for 'im as well, you think? If we're going to restrain and train 'im, might as well go the whole route."

Nodding in agreement, Darla replies. "You're right."

Spike purrs and leans over, his lips brushing against Darla's ear. "I love your wicked imagination so very much."

Turning her head she catches his lips, smiling against them. "Well, all those years taming your Sire should count for something don't you think?"

Spike chuckles. "I would've paid good money to get to see you breaking 'im in."

"Remember how he used to complain about you being stubborn and willful?"

Spike grins and nods. "Yeah. I seem to remember that."

"Well, you were a dream in comparison with him." Darla snorts delicately. "Why do you think I waited so long before presenting him to my Sire? And then his actions got us practically banned for decades."

Spike laughs. "Love it. Ahhh, damn but I've missed you."

"And I you." Darla sighs, leaning against his chest. "But we've found each other again. Now if only the rest of the family would come together as they should be."

"Well we can work on that." Spike strokes Darla's hair. "Ready to go back to Lindsey and let 'im see the new purchases?" He grins evilly.

Her eyes glitter at his grin. "Oh yes, his reaction should be... interesting. Especially when we drag him over to the anal aisle."

Spike chuckles as they move back and put the items in the cart. Lindsey sees them and his eyes open wide. A squeak comes out.

"Was that the cart squeaking?" Darla asks Spike innocently.

"I think it was our pet." Spike chuckles.

"Was it?" she replies, acting surprised. "Is something wrong Pet?"

Lindsey presses his lips together and shakes his head.

"Good, bring the cart." Taking Spike's hand again Darla walks away looking for the anal toys, but pausing in interest at the display of glass dildos. "It seems certain things have come back into fashion. I am surprised though; humans seem to be squeamish about shoving certain materials inside them. Well, most humans."

"Well those aren't actually glass. They're Pyrex. Lots 'arder to break."

"Ahh." Darla nods. "It's amazing how all these new materials get adapted by the sex industry so quickly isn't it?"

Spike grins. "Yeah. Wonderful stuff. Ooo, reminds me." He moves back to the restraint aisle and comes back with several rolls in different colors. "Bondage tape. All latex, won't stick to 'air or body parts."

"Nice. Have you used it before?" Darla smirks and raises an eyebrow, absently adding a couple of different 'glass' dildos to the cart.

"Yeah." Spike sighs fondly. " 'ad quite a spot of fun, Dru and I, before she left me."

"You'll have to tell me what you got up to sometime. Did you get to try out any other 'new' toys?" she asks, leading the way again.

Spike chuckles. "Oh, lots of things. I think we c'n 'ave lots of fun with our new pet with all the lovely things that exist now."

Finally finding the correct aisle Darla starts to browse, taking in the varied probes, beads and plugs. Suddenly she stops in front of another large display. Gasping, she clasps her hands to her chest. "Oh Spike look."

Spike looks and nods, purring. "Oh, lovely. Works of art. We 'ave t'get one of these."

Giggling slightly, eyes wide with appreciation, she replies, "Or three..."

Spike chuckles. "Or three."

They start to examine the different types of butt plugs named 'Rosebuds', examining size and weight as well as aesthetics.

Lindsey stands and shifts. Surely they can't mean for him to wear all this. Well...at least he'd escape it at the office.

Spike chuckles. "Should get the one with the clock. We could 'ave Lindsey bend over whenever we need t'know the time."

Covering her mouth Darla laughs loudly. "That'd be wonderful. Are they quiet?"

Spike picks it up and listens. "Yeah."

"Quiet enough for him to wear to work if we decide? Or should we get another for work?"

"Might as well get another anyway. So 'e 'as one to wear while we clean the other."

Lindsey's eyes widen. "Wear to work?"

"Did you say something Pet?" Darla asks, turning to him, eyebrows raised.

Lindsey ducks his head. "Sorry Darla."

Nodding slightly she turns back to Spike. "Which one do you like?"

"The tiger eye, I think. Goes with 'is coloring."

"True... or maybe a blue crystal one to match his eyes." Looking between the two consideringly, before meeting Spike's eyes. "Both?"

"Both." Spike grins. "You know me, given a choice, I take them all."

"Hmm yes, greedy. Just like I taught you to be." Darla grins, putting all three rosebuds in the basket part of the cart. "Let's see now. What have we got?"

"Quite a nice collection to start. We should get some lubes and cleaners, of course... and we need some discipline items."

"Oh yes, how practical William. I am surprised." She looks at Lindsey again. "Do you think he'll need much discipline?"

"How many outbursts already tonight? Oh, yeah, I think so."

Lindsey shifts and whimpers again. He's getting used to being discussed in the third person, but this is almost too much.

"You're right of course. How silly of me." Darla smiles brightly at Spike. "What do you think is best? Crop, flogger, cane or paddle?"

"Oh, one of each, I should imagine. Different feelings, different severity."

Darla nods seriously. "Why don't you go and choose some? Take the pet with you. I'm going to go and choose some things for us. I think we deserve some treats as well. Taking him on."

"Oh yeah." Spike smiles. "We'll go looking. Try them out a bit, perhaps."

Lindsey whimpers again.

Spike turns to Darla. "Oh, and a gag for 'im. Since 'e seems to 'ave trouble keeping quiet."

"Will an hour be long enough?"

"Should be."

"I'll meet you over by the changing rooms in an hour then. I want to try on some corsets, and I should be finished by then." Darla says standing on tiptoes to kiss Spike's cheek.

Spike smiles and turns to kiss Darla on the lips. "By the changing rooms. And I remember you in a corset. Mmmm."

Smiling coyly Darla turns and walks away, hips swaying.

Spike takes Lindsey over to the discipline section. The first item he picks up is a soft suede flogger. "Turn around, Lindsey," He says. "And be glad you 'ave jeans on for this part."

Lindsey groans but obediently turns around. Spike pops the flogger against his jeans, making a satisfying smack but not really making an impact through the jeans. So he flicks it up across the back, leaving a pink mark.

"Good warm-up," he says, and puts it in the cart.

Entering the clothing section, Darla looks around for an attendant. She doesn't have to stand around long as a leggy brunette quickly makes her way over and asks, "Can I help you Madam?"

Smiling Darla replies, "Yes, I will be making a number of purchases for my companion and myself, as well as our new pet. But to start with I would like you to take a full set of measurements."

"Of course Madam," says the clerk, "If you will follow me through to the changing rooms we can get started."

Spike moves down the aisle, picking up another flogger, this one larger and knotted, made from stiffer leather. He smacks it again lightly over Lindsey's ass, this one making more of an impression. He tosses it in also. He picks up a stiff cane, a nice heavy crop, a leather paddle, a quirt, and a little penis whip. Lindsey especially whimpers at the penis whip.

In the changing rooms, Darla is trying on a number of corsets and bodices. Under and over bust, lingerie and outerwear. In different designs and materials - satin, silk, velvet, brocade, leather, PVC. A dozen are put into the purchase pile before she moves onto other underwear. Bras and panties, slips and French knickers, teddies and g-strings. Another large pile of purchases forms. This is soon joined by leather, suede and PVC trousers for all of them. Skirts and dresses for her, chaps for Lindsey and Spike and a tiny pair of PVC hotpants for Lindsey.

An hour passes and Spike comes over to the changing rooms, seeing the pile of clothing and smiles.

Darla is flicking through a rack of shirts and T-shirts when he approaches. Smiling at him she motions him over.

Spike comes over as Darla beckons him. "Yeah Darla?"

Picking out a silky blue top that is so thin it's almost sheer she holds it up to his chest. "Do you like it?"

He purrs at the feeling of the fabric on him, and he likes the sheerness of it, the cut, the color. "Yeah. Love it."

"I thought you might. Do you like any of the others?" she says as she adds the T-shirt to the purchases.

Spike starts looking through the shirts and picking some out. Mostly in blue, red and black.

Darla smirks at the restricted color scheme he picks out. Partly out of mischief she picks out a silver colored mesh top and a bottle green velvet shirt for him, adding them to the pile.

Spike chuckles. "We should get a few for Lindsey...just in case we go to a nice restaurant."

Nodding in agreement Darla holds up a peacock blue silk shirt and a soft wool feel T-shirt in steel gray. "What do you think?"

Spike nods. "Perfect."

"Anything else?" she asks gesturing at the rails of clothes around them.

Spike picks out a few more, adding them to the growing pile. "That should do for a start, I think."

"Hmm." Darla nods again. "The sales girl was telling me that they have some lovely non-piercing nipple and genital jewelry in store. Do you think we should get some?" Catching his eye she cups her breasts through her shirt, caressing her peaked nipples.

Spike looks down at Darla's breasts then back to her eyes. "Oh Yeah."

Smiling she comes to stand behind him, pressing herself against his back. Reaching around him she cups his cock through his jeans, "We might even see something to decorate your pretty cock."

Spike groans and hardens still more under her touch. "Oh, fuck, Darla...yeah."

Darla gives his cock a quick caress and his balls a squeeze before pulling away.

"Come on then, let's go see what they have." Turning to Lindsey where he's standing quietly Darla says "Fetch another cart, then come and collect our clothing purchases before joining us. We'll be by the body jewelry." With that she takes the cart of toys and starts across the store.

Lindsey moves off obediently and collects the purchases. He sighs. This is going to be either very good or very bad.

Coming to a stop before the jewelry Darla starts to look at what's on offer. As Spike joins her she takes the opportunity to ask him of they are going to put any of their purchases to use before leaving the shop.

Spike moves over and starts looking at the jewelry. He quickly sees the nipple jewelry and starts looking at it. "Like this." He grins. "Good for both sexes." He looks over at her question. "Well the collar, certainly. Lindsey should start wearing that right away."

"Yes." Darla nods, "What about the harness? We'll need to clean the other things first of course." Picking up one silver nipple dangle with pearls hanging from it she comments. "Yes they are lovely, and you can get matching sets. See? But there's so many pretty designs."

"Yeah, the harness will work too." He picks up some simple braided nipple rings. "I could wear these."

"Oh yes, they'd look lovely. And you can get them in gold and silver. Though, I think you might look quite pretty with some of the drops and clips too," She answers, giving him a sly look with the last.

Spike chuckles. "Wot would you like t'see me in?"

Lifting a nipple drop with a single chain and a simple arrowhead dangling from it she said "How about this one? Or look there's one with a little dragon on."

"I like the dragon."

Smiling Darla replaced the arrow one and took down two dragon ones. Looking at them contemplatively she murmured "We should get a pair made for you, with little railroad spikes on."

Spike smiles at that. "Love it."

"Now which styles do you think would suit me? I could get some matching sets - nipple and clit jewelry."

Spike starts looking. "Well the pearls, of course. And diamonds. A blonde always looks good in diamonds."

Tilting her head, Darla flutters her lashes. "Why thank you dear, of course that goes for you too, at the moment."

Spike chuckles. "At the moment."

They pick out half a dozen sets, and a number of nipple chains and rings for both of them before Darla spots the 'bottom' teasers'. "Oh look, I can get matching jewelry for my ass too." Giggling, "I'd have to be careful not to get tangled though."

Spike nods and laughs. "Yeah, but 'ow pretty it would be."

"Oh yes. Just think of it," She says picking out pieces to match the clit jewelry. "These pretty things dangling from me. I could wear one in my ass while you fuck me."

Spike groans. "Oh god yeah."

Coming across the 'pussy drops' that clip onto the labia, she picks out the ones that match the other jewelry. Picking up a small basket, she puts all their selections into it.

Spike chuckles. "Nice jewelry. Oooo." He comes across another part of the display. "Cock jewelry."

Moving up alongside him she looks through them until she sees the rings for decorating the crown of the penis. "Oh. How lovely. I knew we'd find something to decorate your cock. I expected there to only be cock rings though. But come and look at these." She walks further along the aisle pointing them out.

Spike comes over and looks at them. "Nice." He starts picking up the pieces, looking at them.

"Oh how about that one?"

He picks up that one and nods. "This one. The one that looks like a crown. It'll fit right underneath the head. Love it."

"It looks a bit like a coronet." Giggling, she continues. "Drusilla always said you were a Prince."

Spike chuckles. "So she did. I miss 'er sometimes. Even though she threw me over for a Fungus Demon."

"A Fungus Demon?" Darla says, screwing up her face in disgust. "Are you sure she isn't even more insane than before?"

Spike sighs. "With Dru, there is quite honestly no telling."

Agreeing Darla rubs her hand up and down his chest comfortingly.

Spike purrs and presses against Darla's hand.

"We should be making a move. Get Lindsey back and start things off before he needs to go to bed. We don't want him so sleepy at work he gives the game away." She sighs. "Is there anything else you want while we're here?"

"Almost forgot...a gag." Spike moves over to the selection of gags and immediately sees what he wants. A lovely bit gag. He adds it to the cart. "That should do it."

Darla nods and gestures towards the cash registers. "Shall we?"

"Yeah." They take the outrageous amount of stuff to the cash register and start checking out. Spike pulls out a credit card, with a sheepish grin, and charges the lot.

"That's a relief," says Darla. "I was thinking that Lindsey might have to pay for it all. I'm having a bit of trouble sorting out my access to the accounts because of, well..."

Spike nods. "Yeah. Being 'uman. I've been living in poverty in Sunnydale to fool the 'umans while I 'ave this bloody chip. Scrounging for money for blood. 'umiliating."

Making a clucking sound in sympathy she wraps her arms around his waist. "My poor baby. Having to pacify those arrogant humans."

Spike purrs and nuzzles into her hair. Then he pulls back a little. "We should collar and harness our new pet and put 'im t'work, don't you think?"

Smiling widely Darla nods her agreement. "Oh yes. Will you do the honors?" Turning to look at Lindsey, her smile turns wicked.

Lindsey shifts a bit as the attention of his two new owners finally turns on him. He's not entirely sure if this is a good thing.

Spike chuckles. "We can do a full collaring ceremony later, pet. But for now." Spike takes the collar and locks it around Lindsey's neck, and fits on the harness. "You're ours. Now carry all this out to the truck.

Lindsey groans and starts picking up the bags, loading himself down and starting to walk towards the truck.

Darla watches, eyes glittering, as the collar and harness are put in place, growing a little wet with excitement and smirking as Lindsey starts obeying.

Spike can smell Darla's arousal and nuzzles her neck as they walk to the car, walking with an arm around her waist.

Darla presses into him as they walk. When they reach the truck she turns and pulls him down into a heated kiss.

Spike groans into the kiss and picks her up just a little, holding her against his body, reveling in using his strength just a bit.

Whimpering Darla wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, wriggling a little in his hold.

Spike strokes Darla's back as he holds her and kisses harder, his tongue plundering into her mouth.

Lindsey whimpers as he watches them, loading the bags into the bed of the truck.

Pressing closer she sucks on his tongue, before pulling back and gasping for breath. "Will..."

Spike whispers hoarsely back. "Yeah Darla?"

"I wish you could fuck me right here. Where everyone can see. See me writhe and moan for you. Watch you make me cum." Dropping her head to his neck she takes a little flesh between her teeth, sucking hard.

Spike gasps as she sucks on his neck, and he takes her to the back of the truck. "Open the tailgate," Spike barks to Lindsey, and when Lindsey obeys, Spike lays Darla down on the bed of the truck, climbing in over her.

Letting her legs loose her hold, she reaches down to fumble at his jeans, still sucking on his neck, marking his pale flesh.

Spike lifts Darla's skirt. Her panties, of course, aren't there, having been ripped to shreds earlier. He can smell her wetness from here, like sweet perfume.

Finally she gets his jeans undone and pulls his hard cock out, jacking it hard a few times before letting go. Bracing her hands beneath her she raises her hips eagerly.

Spike doesn't waste any time. He pushes between Darla's thighs, up into her waiting wetness. He groans at the warmth around him and his hands brace on the bed of the truck for traction as he begins to thrust.

"Yesss." Darla hisses as he stretches her, meeting his thrusts hard. "Fuck me. Make me scream."

Spike growls a bit at that, his eyes sliding golden as he starts to thrust harder and faster, applying a bit of his real strength.

Lindsey just stands and watches, eyes wide. They have no shame, no compunction, no sense of propriety. They'll do anything they want, anywhere they want.

Moaning wantonly, knowing that there are people watching, Darla spreads her legs wider, her eyes are fixed on his. Seeing them slide to gold she feels another rush of heat. Grabbing his head she pulls it down to hers, licking at his still human canines.

Spike growls again, his demon visage sliding out, his fangs acutely sensitive to her licks. He pushes harder still, the chip humming with the near-violence of his thrusts into her.

Feeling his fangs emerge against her tongue sends her into sudden orgasm, clenching hard around him and groaning loudly.

Spike's own orgasm follows quickly. He's not had such an intense experience in a long time.

Pulling his head to her neck, she tilts her head to the side, urging him to bite. Needing it. "Please."

Spike lowers his mouth. He doesn't have to question if she really wants it, and if she does, he can bite her. He lets his fangs slide into her neck and tastes her blood.

His fangs sliding into her flesh burns in the most glorious way, and she crashes into another orgasm, screaming hoarsely, her body arched and tense beneath him.

The taste of real human blood, hot from the source, is like ambrosia on his lips, and the fact that it's family as well is almost overwhelming. He hardens and cum all over again inside Darla.

Relaxing back down onto the bed of the truck, she continues to quake, whimpering.

Spike pulls out his fangs and licks the wound clean. He continues purr-growling as he licks, a family sound of affection and possession.

Sliding her fingers into his hair, she massages his scalp gently, loosening his curls from the gel, feeling his purrs and growls echoing through her body. She returns the sounds as best she can.

Spike finally lets his face slide back to human and reaches into the pocket of his duster, bringing out a handkerchief to clean them both a little before he rights their clothes.

Watching him from beneath lowered lids Darla smiles gently, oddly touched to see he still carries a handkerchief, like a proper gentleman.

Spike leans back to kiss Darla, a hand threading through her hair. "Forgot 'ow lovely you looked like this, your 'air strewn about you. All flushed with passion."

"Thank you Will. I remember how alluring you look in a similar position. Angelus always used to say you would make artists weep with desperation."

Spike purrs and preens. " 'e did love sketching me. Used to keep me in poses for hours and hours."

"And you used to pout and whinge that you were bored, when all the time you were loving the attention." Darla grins in remembrance.

Spike chuckles. "Yeah." He strokes Darla's cheek. "I want our family back."

Pressing into his hand she replies, teary eyed. "Me too Baby. Me too. Do you think it's possible?"

"I do. 'S possible t'get Angel's soul away. 'e's lost it once already. We can figure out 'ow t'take it again. But we need to find something to make Angelus sane if we do."

Darla frowns at that. "He's insane?" Sitting up she glares at Lindsey. "Angelus is insane? And you didn't think to tell me that when I was drugging him, venturing into his bed every night trying to bring him out?"

"Well..." Lindsey drops his eyes. "We didn't want him *all* the way out."

Narrowing her eyes she says sarcastically, "Oh well that's alright then." Continuing angrily, "Do you have any idea what an insane Angelus would have done with me as a human?"

Lindsey shivers. "I was under orders."

"You still could have told me. I've been living at your apartment for *months*."

"Then your usefulness would have been over and they would have terminated you."

"Terminated me?" Darla shivers hard, moving closer to Spike. "And what would you have done if that order had come?"

"Tried to stop them. Probably gotten killed myself."

Mollified slightly at his answer, Darla asks, "Tell me you would have at least approached Angel or Drusilla for help?"

"If I could reach them in time...yeah."

There was nothing else to be said on that. Pressing close to Spike she inquires, "If that had happened, what was their next plan for Angel?"

"They still need him for the apocalypse. They would have worked on another plan."

Looking up to meet Spike's big blue eyes, Darla has a pretty good idea what the alternative plan would have been.

Spike holds Darla and meets her gaze. Not that he really believes he could pull out those feelings in Angel but he agrees with the thoughts mirrored in her eyes.

Starting to feel chilled, Darla presses even closer. "We should go."

Spike nods, scooping up Darla and putting her in the truck. Lindsey climbs in the other side, closing the door, and Spike sits in the driver's seat and revs up the truck, heading back to the apartment.

Darla sits with her head resting on Spike's shoulder. Even in her discomfort over the revelations she's just heard, she still makes sure to tease Lindsey some. She sits low in the seat, legs parted enough that he can see her cunt leaking Spike's cum onto the leather seat.

Lindsey whimpers, watching Darla, unable to tear his eyes away.

They arrive back at the apartment and Lindsey serves as beast of burden again, hauling in all the bags.

Darla and Spike curl up together on the chair from earlier, to plot Lindsey's fate.

"So, what shall we do with our Pet tonight?" asks Darla, stroking one hand up beneath Spike's T-shirt.

Spike purrs and pulls Darla close. "Mmmmm. So many possibilities. Would you like to see me bend 'im over and fuck that tight little arse?"

Moaning Darla presses her face into his neck. "Oh Gods yes. So much. I wanna see his hole stretched tight around your cock. But... should he be allowed to cum?" Raising her head she smiles wickedly, "After all he's already cum, what two? three times? tonight."

Spike smiles. "Ohhhh...Let's let 'im cum. It's a special occasion tonight. 'e's just become our pet."

"How generous you are my love." Darla murmurs kissing him deeply.

Spike moans into the kiss. "M'in a generous mood. Reunited with family, got a new pet."

"Yes, a very fortuitous night." Rubbing her face along his Darla catches sight of Lindsey moving around the room. Raising her voice slightly she asks, "So, how do you want to fuck our little Pet?"

Lindsey stops and his eyes widen with a groan.

Spike sighs and looks at Lindsey speculatively. "I dunno. So many ways. Although bent over 'is desk sounds like a promising start." Spike chuckles.

Darla giggles. "Yes I'm sure that would look very pretty. However, it'd be very awkward when you make him pass out."

Lindsey's eyes widen still more.

Spike nods. "True enough. Should probably go with the bed for tonight then."

"On his hands and knees, or on his back, legs spread wide?"

"Hands and knees, I think. 'e is a pet, after all." Spike grins.

"Yes, you're right." Darla agrees. "I think perhaps he should have a quick shower, make sure he's clean *inside* and out for you."

Spike chuckles. "Excellent idea." He looks over at Lindsey. "Shower, pet, and make sure you clean everywhere. I'll be in to inspect in a few minutes."

Lindsey nods with a shiver and moves off towards the bathroom.

"Where do you want me while you fuck him?"

"Watching, of course, and doing anything else to 'im that takes your fancy." Spike smiles and plays with a strand of Darla's hair.

Letting her eyes go half-lidded she leans into his touch with a smile. "I think I might try on one of my new corsets. See what you both think."

Spike nods and licks his lips. "I'd like to see that."

"Good." Kissing him again deeply, she nips at his lips before sliding out of his lap and sauntering towards the shopping bags. Finding the one she wants she disappears with it into Lindsey's bedroom, taking another one of the smaller bags with her.

Spike gets up himself, looking through the bags. He picks out a few items, getting lube in particular. He goes to the door and knocks. "C'n I come in?"

"Yes Dear." Darla calls out. As he opens the door she continues. "You can lace me in." She's standing in the middle of the room in just a pair of stockings and holding a navy blue, satin corset.

Spike comes over and helps Darla into the corset, clever fingers working the laces. "This is familiar," he says with a chuckle.

"Indeed. Happy memories?" She says, making sure her breasts rest properly on top of the quarter cups of the corset.

Spike nods and purrs, nuzzling against the back of her neck. "Very much so."

Pulling away unwillingly, Darla reaches for the nipple chain that she's selected. It has silver nipple rings connected by a delicate silver chain. From each ring dangles another chain from which large blue sapphires hang. Holding it out she purrs, "Put it on me?"

Spike smiles. "With pleasure." He reaches down and begins stroking over her nipples, starting to get them hard and peaked.

Moaning quietly she arches into the touch.

Once he has them ready, he carefully slides each ring on, making sure that it's snug.

"What do you think?" Darla asks once they're positioned.

Spike strokes his fingers over the jewelry, watching it sparkle, and looking at Darla's nipples so beautifully adorned and framed. "Magnificent."

Wrapping her arms around her neck she murmurs her thanks and kisses him lightly before leading him back towards the bed. Sitting down and leaning back she hands him the matching pussy drops and lets her legs fall open

Spike purrs and kneels between her legs. He gently spreads her lips, revealing the inner lips and the delicate interior. He carefully works the rings into position, making sure the attached chain will rub delicately across her clit.

Unable to help herself, Darla's hips writhe slightly at his delicate touch and the pinch of the rings. Spike strokes his fingers over Darla's inner lips as she writhes. He can't resist it, seeing her react to him.

Moaning she bucks her hips against his fingers, the movement causing the dangling stones to move across her wet flesh. Spike leans down and snakes out his tongue, slowly pressing it into her, tasting her. His fingers keep up their gentle dance across her lips. The feel of his tongue inside her causes her to groan loudly, her muscles clenching around the invasion. Her hands come to rest against his hair.

Spike pulls her lips apart further so he can push in deeper and deeper. He curls it up and finds that spongy spot inside and flicks across it teasingly.

"Ohhhhh!" Darla cries out at the touch to her g-spot, and her juices start to flow into his mouth.

Spike laps up the juices even as he continues to thrust and wriggle his tongue inside her. Her hips start to grind against his face, riding his tongue as Darla starts to gasp for breath, moaning and whimpering. Spike alternates deep thrusts into her with stabs at her g-spot, feeling her pleasure, her reaction to him.

Wrapping her legs around his head she starts to ride his tongue hard, forcing him into her. In mere moments she's bucking and screaming as she comes on his tongue. He drinks her, tasting her like wine, buried happily in her wetness, till she finally relaxes her legs and lets him pull back. He smiles and slides up her body, kissing her, her juices still on his lips and tongue.

Darla runs her tongue along his lips and chin, cleaning him, tasting herself. "That was wonderful." She sighs. "Did you enjoy the show Lindsey?"

Lindsey is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, still damp and wrapped in a towel, watching. "Yeah, Darla." There's a definite tent in the front of the towel.

Spike turns around. "Naughty pet. Told you I'd be in there to check, and 'ere you are out already."

"And he just called me Darla, again." She points out.

Spike chuckles. "It's Mistress, to you pet, and I'm Master. So I'm thinking a good twenty strokes prior to your getting fucked."

Lindsey opens his mouth as if to protest and then just drops his head with a groan.

Smiling darkly at Lindsey, Darla asks Spike, "What do you want to use to punish him?"

"Ohh...I'm thinking ten strokes with the soft suede, to warm 'im up, and then ten with the leather paddle."

"Oooh. That'll make his bum nice and pink. Extra sensitive for when you bugger him."

Spike chuckles. "Yeah. Going to make his arse a lovely shade of pink. Make it fun t'sit down t'morrow." Lindsey groans and shifts uncomfortably.

Darla giggles and stands up, stretching seductively. Lindsey's eyes as well as Spike's wander over her body in her corset and lovely body jewelry.

Smiling down at Spike, Darla runs the back of one hand along his cheek and jaw. "I look forward to the show. It's been a long time since I've been lucky enough to watch you work."

Spike moans softly. "Oh it should be good." He stands up and turns to Lindsey. "Come over and take off that towel. Get on the bed on all fours."

Lindsey obeys, scrambling to obey, even though he's going to get beaten. He wants that cock in him.

Darla grins widely at both Spike's words and Lindsey's eagerness. Looking around for somewhere to sit to watch, she realizes there isn't anywhere. She pouts a little before darting out to the main living area for a chair.

Spike strokes a hand over Lindsey's back. "Now you're our pet. You 'ave to want this, Lindsey. You 'ave to want to be beaten, or I can't do this. And if you don't want it...I won't fuck you. Do you want this?"

Placing the chair off to the side of the bed, Darla settled onto it, eyes glittering with anticipation. She stifles another giggle at Spike's manipulation.

Lindsey considers only a second before replying. "I want it."

Spike nods and purrs. "Good pet." He picks up the suede flogger and trails the strands over Lindsey's ass. "Get braced, pet, and keep thinking that you want it."

Darla watches as the strands move over Lindsey's skin and the accompanying shiver as he braces himself. Spike flicks the flogger softly twice, just warming him. Lindsey moans and whimpers as the flogger falls. He's been whipped before, and really he rather likes it. So it's not that hard to keep in mind that he wants this. Spike smiles and flicks harder, leaving pinks trails on Lindsey's upturned ass, letting himself get into a steady rhythm, the rest of the strokes landing quick with no pause. Lindsey whimpers and groans as Spike's hands move to stroke the reddened flesh.

"Ohhh, very pretty, such warm flesh. Darla, you must come feel this."

By the time the ten strokes are over and Spike speaks Darla is breathing heavily, eyes dilated, and already wet. Standing she moves over to stand beside him, letting her hand trail over Lindsey's ass. "Hmm yes, lovely, I can't wait to see what effect the paddle has."

Spike chuckles. "With the flesh all warmed, the paddle should 'ave a lovely sting." Lindsey whimpers at that and shifts a bit on the bed.

"I'm so glad that you still make use of your lessons." Darla grins at him, moving back to her chair, to watch again. This time however she sits low in it, spreading her legs so that the jewelry dangles against her cunt.

Spike lifts the paddle and brings it down hard against Lindsey ass, two hard stings. Lindsey groans, having to concentrate hard to remember he wants this as the pain shoots through him. Darla watches with appreciation as Spike wields the paddle. It's a delicious sight, Lindsey naked, his ass reddening while Spike stands near, fully dressed. Spike smacks down hard again, two more stings. He keeps up this pattern...two stings, with time for Lindsey to groan and recover and concentrate.

As the last smack hits, Darla feels a rush of wetness between her legs. Her hips are rocking up and down, and the air feels cool on her bared pussy. "Such a lovely first act." She murmurs breathily.

Spike nods in agreement. He rubs his hands over Lindsey's now deep red ass and watches as he winces and groans. "Oh, sweet little pet, you've been whipped before. You liked it, din't you?"

Lindsey nods. "Yes Master."

"Why Lindsey, I didn't think you'd submitted before. Should we be jealous?" Darla asks in fake surprise.

"I work for Wolfram and Hart. You think I got this far without having to bend over for someone?"

"But the question is, who?" Mischievously she suggests, "Lilah?"

Lindsey groans. "No. Lilah's not much further up the ladder than me. Holland."

"That smarmy piece of work? I'm not surprised." Meeting Spike's eyes, she explains. "He made a pass at me you know."

Spike raises an eyebrow. "Really? Is 'e cute?"

Wrinkling her nose she answers, "He's *old*."

"Ahhh." He looks over at Lindsey. "Poor pet."

"I wonder if I should mention both facts to Angel, next time we bump into each other?" Darla contemplates. "See what he does. He's not too fond of Holland anyway."

"Mistress, please don't!" Lindsey pleads.

"Why?"

Lindsey flushes with embarrassment. "I don't want him to know!"

"You don't want him to know that you submitted to Holland?" Darla asks, "Or that you're submitting to us?"

"That I submitted to Holland." Lindsey drops his head.

"Well I don't know... It's a pretty important fact in the circumstances. Especially if he chooses to 'borrow' you. We *should* tell him..."

Lindsey whines miserably.

"What do you think Spike? Maybe Lindsey can persuade you to keep his secret?" Darla asks wickedly.
Spike nods. "Yeah. Perhaps if 'e sucks my cock really well, shows me the skills 'e's learned..."

"Well Lindsey, do you want your secret kept? After all Spike will be keeping information from his sire."

Lindsey groans and nods. "Yes Mistress."

"Go on then." She instructs. "You'd better make it good."

Spike grins and starts stripping off his clothing. His cock is already hard from giving the whipping. He climbs up onto the bed and lets his cock brush against Lindsey's lips. Lindsey starts licking across the head and takes it into his mouth. Rising from the chair, Darla moves over, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch. Spike groans as Lindsey takes the head of his cock into his warm mouth. He reaches down a hand to curl into Lindsey's hair. Lindsey keeps sucking and taking him in, pushing down, giving his best. Spike's very generously endowed. He can't even imagine how much bigger Angel must be for Spike to call him huge.

Reaching out to pick up the lube from where Spike left it, Darla holds it up, tilting her head at Lindsey enquiringly. Spike smiles with a wicked grin and nods. Returning the smile, Darla quietly uncaps the bottle, and squeezes a good amount onto her left palm. Putting the bottle aside, she coats the fingers of her right hand thoroughly. Spike grins and then moans as Lindsey pushes down taking him almost all the way in. Sliding backwards until she has good access, Darla reaches out ready. Hovering two extended fingers above Lindsey's asshole, she looks to Spike for a cue.

Spike nods to Darla, wicked grin firmly in place. Dropping her eyes to Lindsey's head she watches for when he moves forward. As he does, and she knows that Spike's cock is deep in his throat, she thrusts both fingers roughly into him, as far as she can.

Lindsey groans hard and struggles to maintain control as he feels those fingers inside him. Spike smiles and grips down hard on Lindsey's hair, starting to fuck his face.

Twisting and scissoring her fingers Darla coats his passage, careful not to stretch it *too* much. Lindsey moans, being assaulted from both ends at once, it's difficult to maintain. But he works his best. This is too important.

Once she's satisfied, Darla scrapes her nail over his prostate briefly before withdrawing. "Nice and slick for you Spike. He's very tight."

"Thank you Darla." He looks down at Lindsey. "Holland din't stretch you out too much then, eh?" Lindsey can only groan as Spike keeps fucking his face.

Running her fingers over the harness, Darla's eyes glitter with an idea. Climbing up onto the bed she stands, holding her hand out to Spike for balance. Spike raises his hand and takes Darla's hand, curious as what she wants to do. Placing one foot on either side of Lindsey's ribcage she slowly lowers herself till she's sitting on his back. Letting her legs relax until most of her weight is resting on him. Lindsey moans and struggles to keep position with Darla on his back and the violent motions of Spike thrusting into his mouth.

Smiling up at Spike she takes hold of the harness at Lindsey's shoulders. Slowly she starts to gyrate her hips against his back, spreading her juices over the pale skin. Her hips move with a rolling motion, as if riding a horse. Lindsey groans feeling Darla rub over his back, feeling her sex rub on him. Spike keeps fucking Lindsey's face, holding off as long as possible to keep Lindsey working and so that he can watch Darla.

"We should have got him a nice tail-plug." Darla says wickedly, enjoying the power of her position. "He'd make a lovely mare, don't you think?" Grinning as she adds in porn-film breathiness, "My big stallion."

Spike chuckles. "I thought *I* was your big stallion."

Rolling her eyes Darla says slowly, "I was talking about you. He's the mare. Dumbass." She reaches out to pull him in for a kiss, softening the insult. Spike laughs, taking no offence, and kisses her back.

"Gonna cum in his mouth baby. Shoot that spunk down his throat? It must be rubbed raw by now from your big cock," She says against his lips hotly.

Spike chuckles. "Guess I should take pity on the poor boy." He pushes in hard and cums, not giving Lindsey any choice but to swallow as quickly as he can or choke. Reaching out Darla holds Lindsey's head to Spike's crotch, still rubbing along his back, still kissing Spike softly. Spike moans into the kiss and as Lindsey sucks his softening cock, milking it. Lindsey works hard, trying to finish Spike well, even as Darla keeps riding him.

Letting go of Lindsey Darla wraps her arms around Spike's neck, sliding along Lindsey's back into his arms. Spike pulls back off Lindsey and sits on the bed, holding Darla to him, completely ignoring their pet. Settling into his lap, her stockinged legs wrap around his waist, she presses her adorned breasts into his chest.

Spike groans and kisses her. "God Darla. So bloody sexy, such a temptation, even without your gifts."

"Thank you William." Kissing him back eagerly, she continues, "I wasn't sure. I became so dependent on them before, and I feel blind without them."

Spike whispers back low. "We must fix that somehow."

Nodding she replies as low, "Your chip too. But we don't want Wolfram and Hart's help."

"We'll talk later." He turns back to Lindsey. "Ready for me to fuck you, pet?" Lindsey whimpers and nods.

Pressing a last kiss to Spike's lips, Darla moves from his lap. "Was that a yes Pet?"

"Yes Mistress."

Moving back to the chair Darla sits down again, eyes on the bed. "I think you need to ask Spike nicely to fuck you."

Lindsey looks up with a whimper. "Please, Master, oh please fuck me with your magnificent cock."

Spike chuckles again and moves behind Lindsey, rubbing hands over his back and down onto his ass, caressing, rubbing, and grinding his crotch against the cheeks as he hardens again. "I'll consider it."

"I'm sure you can try harder than that Lindsey." Darla said teasingly. "I don't know if that's enough to persuade your Master."

Lindsey whimpers louder, rubbing his ass back against Spike. "Please...oh god please I want you cock in me so much, please."

Spike's hard now. "I suppose that's good enough for a first try." He starts pushing the head of his cock against Lindsey's pucker. Wriggling in the chair Darla watches eagerly.

Lindsey groans and pushes back, wanting Spike in him. Spike smacks his ass. "Stay still, pet. I'm in charge 'ere, not you."

Lindsey groans again but stays still as Spike pushes in little by little, taking it oh so slow, making Lindsey feel every inch. Darla can't help but moan at the sight of Spike's cock disappearing inside their Pet. She moves the chair slightly to give her a better view.

Spike looks over at Darla. "Pretty sight, isn't it? Nice tight arse, feels lovely. Been too long since I 'ad a nice tight arse."

"Now that's a shame. You've always given them a good dicking. Which idiots have been resisting your charms?" Darla asks spreading her legs as she watches.

Spike smiles. "Well since Dru left...there was only a vapid little girl named 'armony. 'aven't 'ad a good fuck of any kind in months."

"Poor love. We'll have to make sure you get plenty from now on." Pouting in sympathy, she reaches down between her legs, holding herself open to his sight.

Spike looks over at Darla, looking at her so beautifully spread, even as he sinks into Lindsey and then starts fucking in earnest. Lindsey whimpers and moans, wanting so much to move but he doesn't dare.

"Fuck him good baby. He's desperate for it."

Spike nods. "I can tell, poor pet. Wants cock up 'is arse so bad." He leans down and strokes over Lindsey's back. "You c'n move now. Wanna see 'ow much you want it, pet."

Lindsey moans loudly in relief. "Thank you Master." He starts moving in earnest, rocking back hard to meet Spike's thrusts.

"Lindsey?" Darla calls, wicked grin in place. Her hips start to rock again, the sapphires dangling from her labia, glittering in the light and tapping against her flesh.

Lindsey looks over at Darla and whimpers at the sight. "Yes Mistress?"

"Vampires have great stamina you know. Spike might even stay hard when he comes."

Lindsey pants and whines loudly at that.

Spike chuckles. "Pretty sure I will. Been a long time, and I've got a lot of fucking to catch up on. Going to fuck you till you pass out, pet. Special present for your first night."

Lindsey shivers all over and whimpers again at the thought. He is the pet of a master vampire, and a former one in the flesh. And this is going to be his life.

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Pulling her drenched hand from between her legs Darla stands up from the damp chair, pleasure still zinging through her. Walking over she examines the slumped Lindsey. "Well you kept your word. One passed out lawyer," she says with amusement.

Spike chuckles. "Yeah. God 'e was a lovely tight fuck."

"I'm glad to hear it." Crawling onto the bed Darla straddles Lindsey's back. Leaning forward she parts his cheeks. "Ohh poor thing." She says falsely, "His little hole is all red and sore looking."

Spike laughs. "I imagine between the whipping and the fucking, 'e's going to 'ave problems sitting tomorrow."

Nodding cheerfully Darla says "I wonder how he'll manage. Especially around that harpy Lilah." Continuing more brightly, "And if you fuck him hard again tomorrow night, he'll stay this sore. Especially if I introduce the strap-on we bought."

Spike chuckles. "I intend to keep 'im well-used."

Looking up at him coyly Darla asked breathily, "What about me?"

Spike chuckles. "As much as you desire, Darla." Spike moves over and pulls Darla to him, stroking his hand over her neck. "I 'ave plenty to go 'round."

"So generous." Letting her head drop back Darla's eyes flutter closed.

Spike leans over and licks across Darla's neck. "You intoxicate me, Darla."

Moaning at his tongue on her neck she says, "And you make my body burn. You always did." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she raises her head for a kiss. Against his lips she murmurs, "There's a very nice bathtub. Shall we try it out?"

Spike smiles and nods. "Excellent idea." He takes Darla with him to the bathroom and starts helping her out of her corset.

Taking advantage of being away from Lindsey as well as him being passed out, Darla brings up one of the subjects they put aside earlier. "We need to make plans to get rid of the chip. I can't stand the thought of it violating your body longer than it already has."

Spike nods. "I agree. I need t'be rid of the bloody thing. But 'ow?"

"What ways have you tried already?"

"Kidnapped a doctor but 'e double-crossed me. Tried to find someone to magic it out in Sunnydale but no one would. Too afraid of the Slayer."

"That bitch. She's really got that much control of the Hellmouth?"

Spike nods. "She does."

As she starts running the water she asks, frowning "Lindsey said that you'd joined forces with her?"

Spike clears his throat. "Yeah. Well... 'ad no way t'feed. I was starving. And it's not like Angel would've given me the time of day. I 'ad t'go begging for shelter. Then I found I could 'urt demons...and killing is killing."

Nodding at his assessment, she feels a flood of fury at the souled bastard, and the gypsies that created him. "How did she and her Watcher react to you approaching them?"

"Beat me up, chained me up, kept me around for information at first, and then because I could 'elp with the slaying."

"She WHAT?" Darla is fuming now. "That skinny little bitch dared to lay a violent finger on you when you were weakened? She's supposed to be a Warrior, let alone a 'Good Guy'."

Spike chuckles. "Yeah, well...she used me as her punching bag plenty. As for the Watcher...well...'e used me in other ways."

Freezing she says dangerously, "Did he now?"

"Yeah. 'e did. Not like I could fight 'im, I was chained and couldn't 'ave at 'im even if I wasn't."

"They die." Darla grits out. "The slayer and her watcher. They die. Slowly."

Spike purrs in agreement. "Though I think we should turn the Watcher."

Surprised by that she turns to face him, "Why?"

"Because 'e's intelligent, got loads of knowledge, a skilled sorcerer, and because it would mean I could bugger the sadistic sod for eternity."

A slow malicious smile spreads across her face at his last point. "You plan to turn him then?" Suddenly taking note of the bath water, Darla hurriedly turns off the taps. Musing she says, "It's a shame your brother isn't around. He'd take great delight in breaking him for you. But I don't know where he is. Last I heard he was in Italy."

" 'e's dead, Darla. Angel 'eld 'im while some cop friend of 'is dusted 'im."

"W...What?" shock causes Darla to stutter and one hand flies to her mouth, tears coming quickly.

Spike nods. "Yeah. 'eard about it round about. Been keepin' discreet tabs on Angel."

"How...how could he? To have killed him himself is one thing, but to have held him for a *human*?" The grief quickly turns to anger and Darla's face flushes with it.

Spike sighs. "Yeah. Penn was killing in 'is city, and apparently that's enough to get you killed 'ere."

"Well, soul or no soul the bastard can expect a punishment for it," Darla warns. "When we get rid of your chip we'll have to leave LA until we come up with a way to get rid of the blasted soul."

Spike smiles and nods. "Maybe go to Sunnydale?" His grin turns wicked and cruel, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Darla's smile matches his for wickedness. "Perhaps a neighboring town. The slayer and her minions won't think to look outside the Hellmouth when things start going wrong. And they *will* start going wrong. Though perhaps, you should go back, for appearances sake. Pretend you still have the chip."

Spike purrs his agreement. "Yeah. Play the 'elpless pathetic vampire."

"Does the souled bastard know about it?"

"Yeah. Buffy told 'im. Doesn't care."

Having tipped some bath salts into the water, Darla slams the bottle down hard.  "Bastard." The bottle shatters in her hand, cutting it.

Spike grabs her hand quickly, instinctively, licking the wound closed, tasting her blood.

Moaning quietly at the gentle touch Darla leans into Spike's body, face pressed against his chest. "They pay. All of them. Angel. Buffy," she spits out the name, "her Watcher, the ones that hurt you. The cop, the slayer's minions."

Spike purrs and holds Darla close. "All of them. God I love you."

"I love you too Sweet Will. I missed you so much."

Spike kisses her gently and then licks over her hand again, over the closed wound. "Wanted family in my time of need and 'ere you are."

Darla returns the kiss and moans again at his tongue on her palm. "Who would have thought we would bump into each other in that bar? A bit of luck for our family after the shit of the last decade."

"Maybe fate took an 'and. Some dark god smiling on us at last."

"Well let's hope they keep smiling on us. I have the start of *such* plans my darling." Moving away she tests the temperature of the water.

"So 'ow do we get my chip out? I can do much more damage if m'free of it."

"Well I'd rather avoid getting the help of Wolfram and Hart. Aurelius doesn't want to be any further in their debt than we already are for my resurrection." Stepping into the water and sinking into it, she considers the problem. Looking up at him she holds out her hand. "Did you notice the faint scar on Lindsey's wrist?"

Spike nods. "I did."

"He had an operation to replace a missing hand. It seems Angel cut it off during a... disagreement. The transplant had an element of magic to it, that's why it works so perfectly."

Spike's eyes sparkle. "So maybe 'e can guide us to 'is doc."

"Indeed. Especially if it is a private doctor, and not one contracted to Wolfram and Hart." Pulling on the hand she holds, Darla urges Spike to join her in the bath.

Spike steps into the bath, pulling Darla to him.

Settling against him Darla sighs blissfully. Her mind moves on to the next obstacle they face. Her human state. "Why have you never sired a childe William?" she questions.

Spike sighs. " 'ad Dru t'look after all those years. Wouldn't 'ave been able to give proper attention to a childe."

"I suppose. And now?"

"Well of course now the chip prevents it. And I wouldn't turn anyone not worthy of being an Aurelian."

"If the chip were removed, of course, which it will be. And I wouldn't expect you to be anything but carefully considerate of your choice," Darla says rubbing her cheek over his chest. "Would you turn me if needed?"

Spike looks at Darla. "I would. But you know what it would mean...if I was your Sire. Couldn't 'elp but change our relationship somewhat."

"That's true, but if it was necessary we would just have to deal with it. It would help that I wouldn't be a normal fledge, and that we're so similar to each other. You have to admit that there were times when we threw the Lore out of the window somewhat," She says, moving to nibble at one lovely nipple. "It was my Sire and Angelus who were so keen on it. As far as it suited them anyway."

Spike moans as the feel of her mouth on his nipple. "Yeah. We are both Seducers, and I think that 'as a lot t'do with it. More concerned with pleasure than rules."

"There are worse ways to approach life," Darla murmurs, blowing air across his peaked nipple and moving to tease the other. "I think there were a number of times we persuaded the others to our way of thinking too. Of course it didn't take them long to try and return to their precious rules. Hierarchies. Who does what and when. A load of old tosh."

Spike nods. "Yeah. Angelus loved invoking the rules when 'e wanted me on my knees and servicing 'im. Any time, any place."

Snorting, Darla agreed. "No matter how inconvenient it was. I think some of it was a reaction to having to submit to me - a woman." Moving one hand to encircle his cock, she runs her fingers up and down in a featherlight stroking. "I swear, half the time I only pulled rank because I had to."

Spike groans and his hips twitch and his cock jumps at her stroking. "Yeah. I can see that. My Sire is very 'eadstrong."

"To put it mildly. Headstrong and foolish. Insulting the Master of the Order when he was still a so young. You would have never been so foolish. Though I *did* enjoy punishing him for it."

Spike grins. "I would've liked to see that. I was never presented to the Master though. I think Angelus was afraid 'e'd keep me."

"That was certainly the most important reason. Though he enjoyed getting one over on his grandsire too." Shifting position to straddle him, Darla sinks down quickly on his cock, moaning. Their earlier fuck had left her feeling slightly raw inside. "I strung him up on a rack, with a dildo up his ass and a piece of leather that I'd soaked before tying it around his cock. Left him like that for 72 hours. Came by to birch him occasionally. Like a recalcitrant child. He hated that, would have preferred a good whipping, a man's punishment."

Spike groans. "Oh god, Darla. Would've loved to see that. So you've buggered 'im then, with a dildo?"

"Oh yes. I used to use that as a punishment whenever I could. He hated it. Felt emasculated at the submissive position." Giggling she starts to rock against him. "Preferred to be on top in bed, even with me."

Spike chuckles. "I can imagine. Never even let me touch near there. Worst whipping I ever got was when I let fingers brush into the cleft between his cheeks."

"I remember. It was accidental. I gave him a beating for that, did you know?"

Spike shakes his head. "I never knew."

Nodding she replies, "Shattered both his kneecaps and hands, then made him crawl around the house. He still healed before you revived though."

Spike's eyes widen. "You were *that* cross with 'im?"

Leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead, she explains. "He'd punished you so badly you were unconscious for days without a valid reason. He needed to be made aware that you weren't just there for his convenience. He had responsibilities as your sire. Punishment is just one of them."

Spike nods slowly, impressed and touched. He never knew.

Threading her hands through his hair, Darla tips his head back, kissing him deeply, mapping every crevice of his sweet mouth her tongue. Spike moans and surrenders to the kiss. He has no problems letting Darla take command if she wants it, human or not.

Sucking his tongue into her mouth she bites it tenderly, still rocking her hips against his gently. One hand moving to knead his shoulders and the other remains threaded in his curls. Spike whimpers at the nip, and bucks his hips slightly in concert with her rocking. He loves the feel of her hand in his hair. His own hands move to cup her breasts and gently tease her sensitive nipples.

Letting go of his mouth with a gasp, Darla arches into his hands, thrusting her breasts forward. Flowing with the movement she leans back, resting her hands behind her on his knees.

"God, Darla, so bloody beautiful." Spike groans as his hands knead and pull on those lovely offered breasts as he rocks harder into her.

Meeting his eyes with her heated gaze she groans. "When you kill this slayer, when you've drained her blood. I'm gonna lie down on her cooling corpse and spread my legs for you. Let you fuck me hard on her naked and battered form, her blood powering your thrusts."

Spike shudders and moans. "Ohhhh fuck Darla, such a lovely picture. Want that, want you." He bucks harder and faster, and pulls on her nipples.

"You'll have it baby. Have me. We'll make her watch while you turn and bugger her Watcher. When we return Angelus. I'll watch while she begs you to fuck her. Lick away the blood as it runs down her thighs." Grinding against him she moves into his thrusts as she speaks.

Spike groans and holds her close now, hands on her hips and he thrusts harder and faster. "Oh yes, oh god yes! YES!"

Throwing herself forward she wraps her arms around his neck, whispering hotly in his ear. "Hmmm yes baby cum in me. Fill me, show me how much you want it. Her hot blood coating your cock, sliding onto your balls. Slipping thickly down your throat."

Spike shouts at that, a feral scream, as he shoots deep inside her, bucking and thrusting wildly. "OH FUCK DARLA!!"

"Will!" Clinging to his neck she does her best to ride his thrusts, moaning harshly. She can feel his cool spunk shooting up high inside her, bathing her raw pussy. Sore she may be but she wants more.

Spike settles to the tub. He's still hard inside her. She's aroused him almost unbearably.

Her searching gaze flits around the room. Finding the bath oil she grabs it, dropping it into the water beside them. Taking his hand she guides it between the cheeks of her ass. "We'll destroy her life. Make her watch while we do it. While we rip out the throats of her friends and family."

Spike sees her motions. Moves long clever fingers to start working the oil into her ass. "Yes. Bit by bit, person by person. Kill or torture or turn them all."

Raising one eyebrow at the unconscious emphasis in his words Darla asks, "Turn? More than just her watcher?"

"Yeah. We should turn the witches too. Both are useful and beautiful, would make good Aurelians."

Pressing back into his fingers as they press into her ass Darla moans, her muscles clamping down on his cock still inside her. "Really? We'll have to see what they're like. And work out if we can manage three childer at once between the two of us. Unless you think Angelus would be a suitable sire to one of them?"

Spike considers. "Probably Willow. She's strong enough to survive bein' 'is childe."

"Survive sane?" Slipping off both his cock and fingers, Darla moves around the spacious round tub until she's on her hands and knees, legs spread and cum-slick cunt facing him. Reaching one hand back she spreads her cheeks baring her oiled hole in invitation. Looking over his shoulder she flutters her lashes at him and using her best porn star voice to say, "Wanna fuck my ass big boy?"

Spike grins and moves forward with a moan. "Why, little lady, I just came to fix the pipes, but sure."

Stifling a giggle she continues, "But you seemed so good with your spanner, I just knew I had to see if you were as good with your screwdriver. Especially since it's so *huge*"

Spike grins even bigger. "Well thank you ma'am. We aim t'please." He moves up and grips both her hips, pushing against the oiled hole.

Dropping her head down she presses it to the edge of the bath as he pushes into her. She relaxes her muscles and cants her hips into his movement, moaning. Her ass is tighter than it was as a vampire, but even so it seems to swallow his cock hungrily.

Spike groans and gasps as he pushes into her bit by bit. "Ohhhhhhh yeah!"

Gasping for breath as she stretches around him she thrusts back, forcing him all the way inside. Giggling breathily she says, voice tight, "Oh yes. Fuck me you stallion."

Spike growls and grabs her hips tightly as she urges him on. "Awright little lady." He starts pumping in long hard strokes in and out of her.

Dropping the act she shudders as he stretches her open repeatedly. "You know, Angelus hated it when I let you fuck my ass? Now you can...hmmm...say you've fucked me in it while I'm human - and he... ohh... hasn't."

Spike purr-growls approvingly. "Ohhh god Darla...you want to punish 'im, don't you? Want to spite 'im any way you can. You'd like me to fuck you in front of 'im, make 'im watch."

"Yesss. Make him hard, make him come. Unable to touch either of us." She pants out, meeting his thrusts. "First Angel and then Angelus. Watching while we fuck each other unconscious." Laughing cruelly she says, "We should make him a video. Send Lindsey to deliver it. He can't kill a human; it would harm his precious redemption. And his human minions wouldn't let him."

Spike echoes her laughter. "Oh yeah. Start 'im on the road to losing the precious soul of 'is."

Pushing up from the bath, she leans back against his chest, hips pushing down into his. "That can be the second step. The first... send Lindsey to him offering to suck him off." Tilting her head she licks at his jaw.

Spike groans and turns his head, offering his neck to her. "Oh yeah. Because Lindsey is just 'is taste. No matter what a monk 'e pretends to be, 'e wants that little piece of sweetmeat."

Licking and nipping at his neck and collarbone, Darla starts to writhe her ass up and down his shaft. "Oh yeah. And he'll try to resist. And pretend he doesn't want it. All the while knowing that you got there first."

"Oh god you 'ave the most wicked mind. Breathtaking." He licks her neck as he pushes hard into her.

"Hmm yes. It's how I kept control of him. He thinks that the mind games are his forte. But he wasn't always aware of the ones I used on him. Or indeed the ones you used." Reaching between her legs she starts to stroke his balls as their hips thrust together, brushing the base of his shaft as it slides in and out of her.

Spike moans and gasps. "Ohhhh yeah. God Darla love this, love being in you, feeling you around me."

Moaning too, Darla thrusts down hard onto him, grinding her cheeks against his hips. "That's good baby because I love the feel of you in me, fucking me good."

Spike thrusts hard and fast now, balls slapping against her ass. "Oh. God. Gonna. Cum. Soon."

"Oh yess! Wanna feel you cum in me." Grabbing his hand she pulls his fingers to her slick cunt. Thrusting two fingers inside along with two of his.

Spike starts pistoning the fingers in and hitting her clit with his thumb as he keeps up his punishing pace. "Yeah oh god YES DARLA!" He cums hard inside her, bathing her ass with cool shots of fluid.

Crying out as he shoots into her, Darla rides his cock and fingers hard. Arching hard she screams as she cums, hips jerking. As her muscles go limp she starts to slump forward and presses her hands against the side of the bath, bracing herself as she continues to grind into Spike.

Spike's hands keep tight, almost bruising hold of Darla as they both ride out their orgasms. Then he slides his hands up, pulling her against him. As his hands mold her to him she whimpers as his half-hard cock shifts inside her. Leaning her head on his shoulder she lets her weight rest fully against him.

Spike holds her gently in the warm water, licking the side of her neck. "God Darla. Oh god. Gonna torment 'im so much. Gonna drive that soul right out."

"Hmm yes, and make sure it can't be returned this time." Pulling upwards in his arms she moans as his cock slips from her ass. Turning she wraps her arms around him.

Spike nuzzles her neck. "Yeah. Fix it good. Make 'im sane, take 'im back for us."

Dropping her head to his shoulder to give more access and nuzzling against his shoulder. "Make the family strong again." Unable to stifle a yawn, she presses closer.

He smiles and purrs, holding her. "Let's get to bed. I can see you're tired. We'll start with Lindsey in the morning." He lifts Darla out of the tub, standing her up as he grabs a towel to dry her.

Blinking sleepily as lassitude over takes her she allows him to move her around, pressing close again as he dries her. "Hmm yes he's going to be very uncomfortable at work tomorrow. Especially by the time we let him go."

Spike chuckles. "All those lovely little toys." He wraps Darla in a warm robe and starts to dry himself.

Leaning against the wall she watches appreciatively as he runs the towel over his skin. "Lovely Boy," she sighs "So very pretty."

Spike preens a bit at the praise. "Always you told me that, and Angelus as well. Odd 'ow no one in my 'uman life ever said this."

Waving her hand dismissively she pronounces, "They were idiots."

Spike grins and slips into a robe to keep in the warmth of the bath. He scoops Darla up in his arms gallantly, kissing her. "Love that you say that."

Wrapping her arms around his neck she returns the kiss. "It's the truth. They must have been."

Spike takes her into the bedroom, laying her gently in the bed next to the unconscious collared Lindsey, and then crawls in next to her, pulling covers over her. "I don't see it. I mean, I've seen pictures, and I look ok."

"You're beautiful," she murmurs cuddling close, "Elfin almost. Like the Shining Ones in Angelus' tales." Giggle, "Only not as tall."

Spike grins. "Saw them, you know. They called me Little Brother."

"Really? You were in Ireland? I wouldn't be surprised if you *are* of their blood."  Sleep is creeping up on her and her words become slow and slightly slurred.

"I was." Spike wraps his arm over her, pulling her close, covering them with the blankets. "Ready to sleep?" He purrs.

"Umhmm" Darla nods slightly against his chest, barely awake.

Spike purrs softly and nuzzles into her hair. "Good night, Darla. Sleep well, sweet dreams."

"Night" she says soundlessly as she slides into sleep.

Spike lets himself sleep, contentedly, happy in the arms of family.