Sanguine Revival 24/? (Spike/Dawn, Darla/Lindsey this chapter, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 24/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Dawn, Darla/Lindsey
SUMMARY: This chapter:- Spike and Darla are moving their little plots forward
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SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Het. BDSM.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 3996 words



Knocking smartly on the door to Drusilla’s room, Darla sighs a little. After a moment, the door swings open. “Grandmummy!” Drusilla smiles happily at the sight of the other woman.

“I’ve told you before Dru.” Darla sighs, “Not to call me that.”

“Yes Darla.” Drusilla nods and steps back to allow Darla into her room.

Looking around, Darla has to smile at how quickly Drusilla has made the room up to her taste. That strange mixture of childish sweetness and dark wickedness.

The pastel colors of the walls and furnishings blend well with those extra furnishings that mark this as Drusilla’s room. Lace and gossamer at the window and headboard. Lace and damask on the bed linens. Lace doilies on the furniture, and the lace blindfolds binding the eyes of the dolls lined up along the top of the chest of drawers. Every inch of lace all immaculately made be Drusilla’s own hand.

In contrast with the girlish accoutrements was the tall, naked black man bound - with lace - to the St. Andrews cross against the wall. Sauntering closer, Darla smiles up at Gunn, who keeps his head up and eyes fixed on the wall across the room.

She reaches out to stroke one small hand down the center of his chest. “Very nice.” She says with a smirk, turning to look at Drusilla. “You have lovely taste dear.” Drusilla preens at the praise and approval in Darla’s words. “I do hope he hasn’t been too much trouble since you released him from the hypnosis.”

“Oh no! No trouble at all. Princess has had lots of fun.” Drusilla bounces on her toes, watching as Darla turns back to Gunn and slides her hand down to the now hairless pubic bone above the poor man’s caged prick.

A muscle in Gunn’s jaw twitches as Darla’s fingers travel further to tease at his balls. He tries, and fails, not to react as his cock twitches helplessly in its cage, and he groans as the tiny needles inside the catch push ever so lightly into his skin.

Since falling into the clutches of the mad Drusilla, Gunn has experienced whole new levels of humiliation, not to mention pain. The worst of it is knowing that no matter what, he can’t stop his body reacting to her – and now he seems to be just as helpless against Darla.

“Well as long as you’re having fun, and he’s not causing problems.” Darla smiles, giving Gunn’s scrotum a cruel twist before letting and turning away. “Tell me dearest, have the stars told you anything new today?”

Clapping her hands, Drusilla nods and squeals. “Oh yes. Lots of wicked things.” With that she launches into a babble of nonsense.

Sighing, Darla closes her eyes. She should have known Drusilla’s lucidity the last few days couldn’t last.

****

Lindsey is on the phone. "Yes, Holland. Everything's moving along. They're making much more progress together than we've ever managed before. They've separated him from all but one of his support staff, and have him in Sunnydale. I promise, everything's under control."

"Of course, of course. That's wonderful." Holland answers, though from his tone, it's obvious that he doesn't sound exactly happy that Darla and Spike's efforts have been more successful than his were. "Is there anything else you need over there?"

The door clicks open as Darla slips into the room. Shutting the door, she leans back against it, sighing quietly and closing her eyes. She's just come from Drusilla's room.

"No, thank you. I appreciate the offer." Lindsey looks over at Darla. He normally drops to his knees when she enters the room, but he's hoping she'll understand he needs to finish the call.

Rubbing her fingertips across her brow, Darla sighs again before opening her eyes. Catching Lindsey’s apologetic gaze she flutters her fingers in a careless gesture and pushes away from the door.

"Ah well then. In that case I should get on with other matters." The 'more important matters' goes unspoken from the elder man on the other end of the telephone.

"Of course. Speak to you later then, Holland. Goodbye." Lindsey hangs up the phone and gets up from the chair, dropping to his knees. "Sorry Mistress."

"I'll let you off this once." Darla smirks a little and shrugs delicately. "Since you've saved me the trouble of dealing with Holland myself."

"Thank you Mistress. Is there anything you need?"

Wordlessly she pushes herself up to sit on the desk in front of him, lifting her feet and resting them in his lap, heels and all. Lindsey slips one shoe off her dainty foot and begins carefully massaging it. "What did Holland want?"

Lindsey shrugs. "The usual. He's nervous about Angel and this whole scheme. He's not happy not to be in control."

"Of course." Darla gives a little giggle. "It must be driving him up the wall. I just hope it was more literal. Odious man." Lindsey smiles at that.

"He's definitely sweating it. I get the impression that the Senior Partners are pushing him rather hard on this."

"Shame. Let's hope they push him straight onto Angelus' fangs shall we?"

Lindsey chuckles. "How close are you to pushing him over the line?"

"Spike thinks he's very close." Darla smiles happily, wiggling her toes against the palm of Lindsey's hand.

"Everything seems to be going perfectly. Doesn't that worry you?"

"A little." Darla nods. "But we can't really afford to worry, just be prepared for in case anything goes wrong." She shrugs philosophically.

"Oh, I should tell you. One of the 'guests' had to be sedated. He was struggling too much and injuring himself."

"Oh? Which one?"

"Soldier boy. The Watcher's too smart for that."

"Ah of course." Darla nods. "Well, we shall just have to have Drusilla work on him a little when he comes around." Darla sighs, but her lips twitch a little.

"Assuming she can be coaxed away from her new toy, of course."

Snorting delicately, Darla rolls her eyes. "Yes well, if she knows what's good for her."

"She really seems to be enjoying Gunn. I wonder how Cordelia is doing all on her own in L.A."

"Who knows."

Changing the subject, Lindsey moves to massage her other foot. "Do we need to order anything else for the ritual?"

"Hmm.... I think we're just waiting for a particular herb mix. Spike said he would send his friend Clem around with it." Darla sighs as she relaxes from Lindsey’s attentions. Much as she loves Drusilla, the girl tired Darla when she would try to hold a conversation with her. Darla's cell phone rings as Lindsey is about to say something else. The caller id shows that it is Spike calling.

Answering the phone with a broad smile, Darla nearly purrs "Spike my darling."

Spike chuckles. "My goddess. Are you and Drusilla prepared to work on Joyce?"

"Only awaiting your word."

"I think she's ripe. I'm thinking perhaps you might come with me to visit her. Talk about your own dilemma and your plans in a very general way for dealing with it. Plant the seeds."

"You really think so?" Darla says, sounding pleased. "Are you sure that she'll deal well with seeing me? After all I did drink from her."

"I'll talk with her a bit first, smooth things over."

Giggling flirtatiously, Darla tells him, "Try not to bedazzle her too much with your smooth talking. We want her in full control of her faculties remember."

"Yes, well, " Spike chuckles again. "I can't help it that I'm so irresistible."

"Of course you can't darling. Speaking of your irresistibility, how's your sire doing? Has he cracked yet?" Darla's tone is light, but there's an underlying maliciousness beneath the lightness.

"He's bloody close. But I don't want to push him over til we've got you sorted. S'why I'm wanting to expedite things with Joyce."

"Good point." Darla nods. "Well I shall send Drusilla over tonight to try and influence her dreams. It's a shame she won't be able to venture inside, but she should still be effective from outside. Especially having laid the groundwork already."

"Probably a good idea. Then I will talk to Joyce, and bring you over tomorrow. Oh, I think I know how to pull him completely across."

"Oh?"

"Yes. How do you think he would react to finding the two of us in bed together, up to our usual enjoyment of each other?"

"Ooo." Darla giggles. "Not well I'd imagine. He never did like it."

"Exactly. It should make him act like a proper vampire and not a broody souled git. Once he's out though, we'll both have to be ready to drain him down so we can manacle him and get him to Arielle."

"Should be fun." Darla says with a titter. "Though I shall have to give you permission of course."

"Of course." Spike's tone is clearly amused.

"But I'm sure you can um... persuade me..."

Spike grins. "Well perhaps I can persuade you when you come over to help me finish bringing him over."

"Perhaps." Darla squirms a little with the thought, her feet moving in Lindsey’s lap to brush against his caged cock. Lindsey whimpers softly.

On the other end of the line, Spike grins. "Is that our pet?"

"It is." Darla confirms. "You'll be pleased to know that he's being a good little puppy." She smirks at him as she presses more firmly against his groin. Lindsey whimpers again, more loudly.

Spike sighs. "Wish I was there to play with you. I miss you."

"I miss you too love." Darla says, "But it won't be too much longer until we're all together will it?"

"Not much longer. But you know how impatient I can be." Spike chuckles.

"That's true." Darla giggles. "But you could always play with the pretty Watcher again..."

Spike laughs. "Drives Angel straight up a tree when I do that. Wes does moan very prettily though."

"Indeed? As pretty as you?"

"Close." Spike's tone is clearly amused. "I can see why Angel keeps him around. Definitely his taste."

"Hmm... He certainly likes his pretty boys. And so greedy!" Darla says with amusement. "Anyone else would be happy with you and Penn. But he was always on the look out to add to his collection."

"Yes, he was. Of course there's Lindsey as well. He'll have quite the assortment to choose from."

"Oh yes. Lots of pretty boys and girls to play with."

Spike sighs again. "I'd better go, he'll be wondering where I am."

"Yes. I suppose." Darla echoes his sigh. "Have fun my darling."

"Same for you, love. Talk to you later." Spike hangs up the phone.

Switching of the phone, Darla pouts a little. "I miss him."

Lindsey drops his head. "I know, Mistress. So do I."

Sighing again, she moves her feet and slides down off the desk. "I shall go and talk to Drusilla about tonight then." She grimaces a little and glances at the clock. Lindsey nods and stays in place.

"Yes, Mistress." He has gotten used to Darla shifting moods and her demands. He'd never thought he'd end up like this, he only knows he can't leave it now.

"Go and check on the soldier. If he's starting to come around, come and tell Drusilla and I."

"Yes, Mistress." Lindsey says again, getting up and heading for the basement room where Riley is restrained and sedated. Climbing the stairs to return to Drusilla’s room, Darla braces herself for the necessary conversation to come.

****

Spike is helping Dawn settle her belongings into one of the rooms at the mansion. "You sure you're gonna be awright here? With Angel and all?"

"Sure." Dawn nods. "I mean, you'll be close by yeah?"

"Very." Spike grins. "I can even stay with you if you like."

"Really?" Dawn asks with a grin. "But I thought you said Angel could tell if we..."

"Yeah. But he knows about us now."

"He does?"

"Yeah. It kinda came out."

"Came out?" Dawn can't help but snicker at his wording.

"Yes, you little minx." Spike grins and pulls Dawn close.

"What did he say?" She asks, leaning into his chest. "Was he angry?"

"Yeah. Mostly with me."

Her eyes open wide as she stares up at him, "He didn't hurt you did he?"

"Nah. Just yelled a lot."

"You sure?" She asks, puffing up a little as if she's about to go and give Angel a piece of her mind.

Spike chuckles, leaning to kiss Dawn softly. "Quite sure, Niblet."

She moans quietly into the kiss, her eyes closed as he moves away. Blinking her eyes open she continues with her train of thought. "So he er... doesn't mind about, you know?" She asks blushing.

"Oh, I think he minds. But he can't really object." Spike nuzzles her heated cheek.

"He can't? But what if he tells Buffy? Or or.... oh god what if he tells my mom?" She looks terrified of the mere thought.

"Pet, he wouldn't. He knows Buffy would stake me if she found out."

"You're sure he won't?"

"I'm sure." Spike slides his hands down onto Dawn's ass. "He wants me himself."

Dawn's mouth drops open and her eyes widen at that. "He does?" She squeaks.

"He does." Spike grins wickedly.

"B...but..."

"But?" Spike raises an eyebrow.

Her face flames with embarrassment. "H...how? W...what? How?"

Spike settles on the bed, pulling Dawn to stand between his legs. "You wanting a diagram, pet?"

"Diagram?" She squeaks.

"Well you asked how. Or do you just want me to describe it?"

She whimpers, before repeating his last words, looking a little shocked, "Describe it?"

"Yeah." Spike nuzzles on her neck. "I have a very wicked mouth. As I'm sure you know."

Squirming a little she nods. "Yeah." He slides a hand down, cupping one breast through her clothing. Pressing into his hand, she runs her tongue across her bottom lip.

"You do know he's my Sire, right? And how things are between Sire and Childe?"

"He is? I thought Drusilla..." Dawn asks, surprised.

"Nah. You really think Drusilla could sire a vamp able to take out a Slayer at twenty, like I did?"

"Oh. I guess when you put it that way." Dawn nods. "So, um, Angelus is your sire then?"

"Yeah. I was his favored."

"Favored? What does that mean?" Dawn asks, climbing up onto his lap. Spike's hands stroke over her back.

"Sometimes a master vamp, like Angelus, makes a childe he intends to keep with him forever. He feeds him his own blood, makes him strong, but binds him close. Addicts him, in a way. Angelus did that to me."

"He did? Wow, that's kinda romantic, in an obsessive kinda way."

"Yeah, I suppose you could put it that way." Spike chuckles. " If he hadn't gotten the soul and left... who knows what would have happened?"

"Oh yeah." Dawn frowns, "He up and left you didn't he?"

"Yeah. I bloody near died. If I hadn't had Dru to look after, I think I woulda walked into the sun."

"Oh Spike!" Dawn cries, throwing her arms around him. Spike hugs her close, stroking hands on her back.

"Shhh, s'awright pet. But now you know why things are so strained with us. So much bloody baggage, so much past."

"He's a big...big...meanie!" She says vehemently.

Spike has to grin. "You're so protective of me, pet. I like that."

Blushing, she shrugs, hiding her face in his shoulder. "Yeah, well."

"My sweet girl." He strokes her hair with one hand. "But yeah, he wants me. And he's pretty furious at what Buffy did to me. So he won't tell her."

"Well, I'm glad he's angry at her. He should be."

"So... still want that diagram?" Spike teases.

She giggles. "No thanks." She blushes again, she still isn't quite sure how Spike and Angel can...you know. Spike lays back on the bed, pulling Dawn down on top of him, kissing her gently.

Melting into him with a sigh, Dawn returns the kiss. It feels like it's been forever since her last touched her, not a mere couple of days.

At the other end of the hall, Angel reaches the top of the stairs, sighing deeply. Wesley is driving him mad, fussing around him and blushing every ten seconds. It's making his teeth itch.

There are soft moans coming from Dawn's bedroom, both male and female.
Coming to a stop, Angel blinks in surprise. It takes him a few moments to realize who the female voice can be. "Oh god!" He whimpers almost soundlessly. He whips around and takes a couple of steps back down the stairs before freezing again. Wesley's downstairs.

He turns sideways on the step looking first up and then down, wondering which is the worst evil. More of Wesley's fluttering, or being in a room next door to Spike and Dawn. "Sweet Jesus." He curses fervently.

The noises from the bedroom get louder, a pleasured cry from Dawn clearly audible down the hall. "Fuck!" Angel turns again and thunders down the stairs. He'll take his chances with Wesley.

**************

Spike knocks at the door of Buffy's house. Time to start priming Joyce for Darla's visit.

After a few moments the door swings open. "Spike?" Joyce says with surprise, then panics a little, "Is it Dawn?"

"No, Dawn's fine, not to worry. She's settled in and comfortable."

"Oh! Oh good." Joyce sighs, pressing a hand to her chest. Taking a step away, she pulls the door wider, "Come in."

Spike steps inside. "Wanted to have a quiet word with you. Is Buffy around?"

"Buffy? No, why?" Closing the door, she leads Spike into the lounge.

"Good." Spike settles on the couch next to Joyce. "She wouldn't approve of the topic of discussion."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." He takes a deep breath. "I got the feeling that there was something on your mind the other day, after Dawn was attacked."

Avoiding his eyes, Joyce reaches up to brushes a lock of hair behind her ears nervously. "How do you mean?"

"Like you were trying to decide on something. I know you want to protect Dawn."

"Of course I do!" Joyce stands up and paces across the room. "What mother wouldn't want to do all she can to protect her childe?" She says, not noticing that her inflection sounds like she said 'childe' not 'child'.

"I thought so." Spike nods. "There's someone I want you to meet. Someone's who is in sort of the same spot you're in. Maybe you can find some common ground, solve your problems together."

Turning to look at him in surprise, Joyce looks confused, "Who?"

"You remember Darla? Angel's Sire?"

"Isn't she dead?" Joyce says, confused. "I thought he..."

"He did. She got brought back, as a human. She's terribly weakened, bad heart as an after affect of a disease she had when she was mortal the first time around."

"Brought back?" Joyce blinks in her confusion. "How?"

"Long story. But suffice to say she's back, and vulnerable. She didn't do the bidding of the people that brought her back, so she's unprotected now."

"Oh that's awful." Joyce's kind nature comes to the fore, despite her own history with the blonde vampiress, ex-vampiress. "But why hasn't she gone to Angel? Surely he would protect her now she's human?"

Spike shakes his head. "No, he won't. She already went to him. He sent her away."

"He did?" She's shocked and appalled. She'd thought better of Angel.

"The people that brought her back are his enemies. He doesn't trust her. And he's afraid to keep temptation near him. Same reason he won't keep me there."

"Temptation? What do you....oh!" Joyce flushes as she takes his meaning. "You mean he feels, like that, for you too?"

"Yeah." Spike drops his eyes. "Thought you knew."

"I...I...no I didn't."

Spike shrugs. "Yeah. S'why he couldn't keep me there, even after he found out about Giles."

"Oh. Oh I see. I thought it was something to do with his... quest or whatever it is." Joyce comes back over to sit beside him. "I can't believe I thought it was just... parental feelings he had for you."

Spike chuckles softly. "I thought us practically making out as we said goodbye was obvious. Apparently it wasn't."

"I wasn't really looking." Joyce flushes.

"S'awright. I forget, sometimes, that none of you really knows how vampires are with each other. Giles knows more than the rest of you, but I doubt he's shared his insights."

"No. He hasn't." Joyce purses her lips tightly at the thought of Giles. She tilts her head and looks at Spike consideringly, "I don't suppose you know anything about his disappearance do you?"

Spike shakes his head. "No, I don't. Not that I'm all that torn up at him being gone, mind you."

"No I don't suppose you are. Or Riley either." She leans back against the sofa. "Do you think they're dead?" She asks, not sounding particularly distressed.

"Who knows?" Spike answers with a shrug. "Depends on who took them, and why, I suppose."

"Hmm. Do you think it was to do with Buffy?"

"Could be. I mean, both of them are close to her. S'really the only thing the two of them have in common, innit?"

"And the attack on Dawn?"

"Probably a different thing entirely. She's all full of energy, and the beastie trying to get her feeds on mystical energy."

"I see." Joyce frowns again. "Do you think it's likely to happen again?"

"Can't say it won't. She's a Key, right? Mystical energy in human form. So many bad guys out there that could find a use for all that energy."

"And then there's this Glory person."

"Yeah. Well at least that seems to be over, thankfully. All blown up in that explosion, whatever it was."

"But what if there's someone, something just as powerful out there looking for Dawn?" Joyce asks, becoming distressed.

Spike sighs and nods. "Yeah, well... s'why I want you to meet with Darla. Maybe the two of you can find a solution for your problems together. She has some ideas, and I told her a bit about you. She'd like to help."

"Even though Angel killed her because of my daughter?" Joyce asks warily.

"Things were different then. She was evil, she worked for the Master. And she knows how I feel about you, and about Dawn. With Angel rejecting her, I'm all the family she has left."

"Oh I see." Joyce says, softening. "Well if you think it's a good idea...?"

"I do. So can I have her come over?"

"Yes." Joyce agrees with a nod. "When do you suggest?"

"Well, if Buffy won't be around tonight, I can have her drop by later, if it's good for you."

"So soon?"

"We can make it later if it's better. She's working against time, though, with her weak heart."

"Oh I see. I was just surprised."

"She came to town to see me. S'what brought this idea to me."

"Ok." She nods and smiles over at him. "Tonight then. I think Buffy said she was going over to Shelbyvale to ask around about Riley and Mr. Giles."

"Good. I'll come with her. Just to make sure you're both comfortable and all."

"That would be helpful Spike, thank you."

"Not a problem. Anything for my best girl." He grins at her.

"Spike." Joyce shakes her head and slaps lightly at his chest. "Flirt."

"Always." He takes her hand and kisses the back of it. "I'd best be going, then, and set things up."

"Of course." Joyce nods, "Unless there's anything else?"

"Not unless I can convince you to marry me and let me take you away from all this." Spike grins. Giggling girlishly Joyce blushes and shakes her head again.

"Then I'll be going." Spike heads to the door and out into the night.

"Ok. I'll see you later then." Joyce stands to walk him to the door.

"Definitely later."