Sanguine Revival 25/? (Spike/Darla this chapter, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 25/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Darla, Spike/Drusilla. Drusilla/Gunn
SUMMARY: This chapter:- Spike and Darla start to convince Joyce to join them, and then go back to Darla’s house for some fun.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Het. Slash. BDSM. Bloodplay. Non-con. Torture.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 5574 words



Joyce tries to concentrate on her work at the gallery the next day. It was hard. Her mind keeps drifting off to Dawn, to Buffy, to Spike, to the whole knotty nest of problems that seemed to be coming down on them all.

She lets out a little sigh of relief when Spike comes half-tumbling through the door, covered with a blanket, smoke rising from him. "You came." He shakes off the blanket as he moves further into the gallery.

"Course I did. Couldn't disappoint my best girl now, could I?"

Joyce smiles and shakes her head. "You know, you don't *have* to flirt with me, but I like it."

Stepping out of the cab, Darla leans back in, lowering her sunglasses on her nose, looking Lindsey in the eye, "Now you wait here and be a good puppy Lindsey, try not to make a mess of your truck today." With a cruel smirk she slams the door and sashays away.

With a considering eye, Darla looks at the outside of Joyce's gallery, admiring the window display. A flash of pale hair inside catches her attention as Spike turns to look out at her.

Spike jerks his head at Darla, and turns to Joyce. "She's here." Joyce tenses a bit, but Spike takes her hands and squeezes them.

A small bell tinkles as Darla pushes the door open. Pulling off her shades she instinctually looks around, noting everything before closing the door and stepping further inside. Joyce smiles and steps forward, offering her hand. "Hi. I'm Joyce."

"Hello." Darla takes her hand, smiling slightly. She shifts a little, as if nervous. "It's nice to... see you again." She forces herself to blush at the slight faux pas of mentioning their last, and only, interaction.

Joyce smiles, patting her hand. "That's in the past. At least that's what Spike tells me."

"Of course." Turning to look at Spike, Darla's smile becomes more confident. "Nobody manages to live in the here and now quite like our Spike." She says putting an ever so slight emphasis on the word 'our'.

"He really is special, isn't he?” Joyce looks at Spike, then back at Darla. “I might be dead right now if he hadn't figured out I was sick."

"Really?" Darla widens her eyes, and lies perfectly. "He hadn't mentioned that."

"It was nothing really." Spike blushes a little.

"Don't sell yourself short.” Joyce tsks. “Anyhow, Spike said you might have some ideas of how I can protect my daughter, Dawn."

Darla drops her eyes modestly for a moment, before raising them. "Spike and I have discussed a couple of ideas, yes."

"Well why don't you come back into the office? We can sit down and get comfortable."

"That would be nice." Darla smiles. Joyce ushers them back to the office, gestures for them to sit in the plush chairs.

"Want anything to drink before we start?"

"Just water please." Darla sits down gracefully, crossing her legs demurely.

"Nothing for me luv, thanks," Spike says. Joyce pulls a couple of bottles of water from a little refrigerator, handing one to Darla before sitting down behind her desk.

"Thank you." Darla takes a sip before setting it aside. "Has Spike mentioned the options we've come up with at all?"

"Actually, no." Joyce shakes her head.

Giving Spike an indulgent look, Darla sighs and shakes her head. "Typical." Spike chuckles.

"Now why would I go and spoil the surprise?"

"Well then," Darla sighs again and folds her hands in her lap. "The most obvious option is to move somewhere where the demon population is small and harmless and securely so. But there a few such places, and I doubt you wish to leave your other daughter here on the Hellmouth alone." Joyce listens, and nods, a little regretful expression on her face.

"No, I can't leave Buffy here alone. Especially with Giles gone."

"And from what Spike has said, your ex-husband isn't an option either."

Joyce grimaces, and presses her lips into a thin line. "No. Not at all."

Smiling sympathetically, Darla continues. "The other options all fall under the same category. Gaining the protection of a powerful entity, group, or organization. The obvious choice, is of course... The Watchers’ Council." Darla doesn't bother to hide her own grimace.

"The Watcher's Council doesn't protect *Buffy*. I'm certainly not going to trust them with Dawn."

"Of course. But then they have never shown themselves to be trustworthy... well, ever." Darla shrugs delicately. "The most powerful organization in this area is Wolfram and Hart. But they are even less trustworthy than the Watchers."

"Wolfram and Hart?" Joyce crinkles her brow.

Spike nodded. "Evil law firm. Definitely not nice people. Even by demon standards."

"Quite." Darla nods, echoing Spike's sentiment.

"There are, of course," Darla continues. "Other powerful organizations around, but they tend to all be of the, demon variety. Would that be a problem?"

Joyce shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "The problem is I don't know who to trust."

"I understand." Darla smiles kindly. "But I know Spike wouldn't hesitate to steer you... " 'Straight into the arms of our clan.' "...in the right direction." The pause in Darla's words is unnoticeable.

"I trust Spike's judgement." Joyce says, looking over at Spike. Darla smiles again and reaches over to pat Spike's knee.

Spike sighs. "Okay. So, here's the thing..." Darla bites back a grin as Spike obviously gets bored of the long explanation and starts to move things along a little faster.

Squeezing his knee, Darla cuts in lightly. "The thing is, many of the most powerful groups may seek to use Dawn themselves. Those that are the exception, tend to be family based groups. Like the Vengeance Demons, or..." Darla's voice lowers, becoming more tentative. "The Vampire Clans."

Joyce takes a slow breath, and lets it out. "Vampire Clans."

Spike nods. "Yeah. They're families, they protect their own fairly viciously against outsiders."

"Much like the mainly human Mafiosa," Darla adds.

"I can understand that." Joyce nods again. She is obviously trying to take in the words and the reality they're describing to her.

"Of course," Darla frowns a little, "Many of the older clans are somewhat... diminished."

Joyce looks a little numb. "So, umm, assuming I wanted to take this option... how would it work?"

Hiding any speck of glee, Darla hums quietly. "Well, you would need to find out about the clans and decide which one you feel is your best bet." - As if Darla has any intention of Joyce choosing any clan but Aurelius, not that she thinks she's likely to choose another clan.

"So what can you tell me about the clans?" She looks increasingly lost.

Spike considers, tilting his head. "Well, of course, my prejudice is in favor of Aurelius. Which of course consists of me, Darla, Drusilla somewhere out there, and Angel primarily. There's the Tepes clan, Dracula's, but of course he had some bad dealings with Buffy, so that's probably out. The rest of the old clans are strictly European. What few came over to the new world the slayers have pretty well decimated."

Darla nods, agreeing with Spike. "The only reason that Aurelius came to America was because my Sire heard some prophecy about the Hellmouth." She quirks a smile, "Though its a very good job he did."

Joyce frowns slightly. "Well it looks like Aurelius is the best bet. I mean, I know you all at least. So what's involved in joining?" Her voice and her whole body makes it clear both how hesitant and how desperate she is all at once.

Blinking at the speed of Joyce's decision, despite her anxiety, Darla flicks a glance at Spike. "Well, it all depends on what capacity you and Dawn would be joining in."

"Capacity?" Joyce asks.

"Mmm. Capacity." Darla bites her lip before continuing to explain. "There's Childer and Minions, of course. But then there's also ally, vassal, bodyguard, assassin and warrior. Non of which is viable in this case."

"Also servitor and pet.” Spike grins. “Also not really viable. Well, servitor maybe, but I can't really see you as a Renfield type."

"I don't think concubine works either." Darla giggles quietly.

Joyce giggles despite the obvious tension. "No, I think you're right. So, um...I'd have to become a vampire then?" Her body is tight, her face a little drawn. "What about Dawn?"

"Well, if you *were* to be turned, Dawn’s status would be up to you. She would still be classed as your daughter, and recognized as part of the family due to that." Darla explains kindly, understanding that the idea of being turned wouldn't be a comfortable one for Joyce, yet.

Joyce lets out a slow noisy breath. "I just want to protect her. Buffy can protect herself but Dawn can't." Darla nods and hums her agreement and understanding. Spike puts a hand over Joyce's and strokes it gently.

"Take your time to think about it. You know I'll do everything I can for you and the little bit in the meantime."

"I do know that, thank you." Joyce smiles at Spike.

"I wish I could offer my assistance, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be much use." Darla gestures towards herself regretfully.

“Is it very hard for you?” Joyce gives Darla a sympathetic look. "Being human again?"

"Very" Darla sighs. "387 years as a vampire was a long time to get used to things."

"So are you going to become a vampire again yourself?" Joyce's look turns curious.

Looking secretive, Darla glances as Spike, "I hope so. Despite certain... difficulties." Joyce notices the look but doesn't comment on it.

"It makes sense. I just wondered." She falls silent, obviously thinking.

"Would you like me to leave so that you can think?" Darla asks gently, "Or discuss matters with Spike?"

Joyce sighs. "I'm going to have to give this some real thought. Can I get back with you two later?"

"Of course." Darla smiles and stands, smoothing her skirt. "Take as much time as you need."

Spike gets up, moving over to hug Joyce. "You take care, love." Joyce smiles, returning the hug.

"You really are sweet, Spike. But your secret is safe with me.

Spike chuckles softly. "Yeah, gotta keep up my rep. See you later, love." He turns to Darla and offers his arm. "Shall we?"

"A moment." Darla pats his arm. Turning to Joyce with a warm smile, she takes one of the woman's hands between both of hers. "I'd like to take this chance to thank you Joyce, for being such a good friend to Spike."

Joyce seems a little surprised by the gesture but she smiles up at Darla. "It was no problem. He's really sweet, deep down, though he tries to hide it."

"That he is." Darla grins, "Very sweet." She decides to embarrass him a little and gives him a sly sideways look. Leaning closer to Joyce she faux-confides. "At times he's utterly adorable."

"I'm supposed to be the Big Bad, you know." Spike actually blushes, ducking his head.

Joyce giggles. "Of course you are, dear."

"Did you know he has the most darling little curls without all that gel?" Darla asks Joyce brightly. Joyce blinks.

"Really?"

"Darla!" Spike blushes harder.

Giving Spike a maternal look, Darla shakes her head at him fondly, "He does, he looks like an angel when he first wakes up. All sleepy and cute." Joyce's eyes open a little, realizing the import of that statement.

"Oh." Now it's her turn to flush a little. "You mean, you and Spike...?"

"Hmm? Oh well yes we have." Darla shrugs delicately and tries to brush over that fact. "But I just meant in general." She giggles, "The number of times he used to wake up to find Dru had tied ribbons into his curls."

"Oh dear god in heaven, yes.” Spike has to laugh despite his embarrassment. “Dru and her bloody ribbons."

Joyce bursts out in laughter, picturing that. "Oh, Spike..."

Eyes shining with glee, Darla's laughter joins theirs. She hasn't seen Spike blush so prettily for such a long time. Once the laughter dies down, Darla turns back to Joyce and squeezes her hand. "But seriously, thank you for being there for him."

Joyce nods. "It was my pleasure."

Spike clears his throat. "Well if you're through embarrassing me, Darla?"

Letting go of Joyce's hand, Darla smiles at him unrepentantly, "Well what do you expect? You've been the baby of the family for 120 years."

"I know.” Spike shakes his head and grins. “Though it usually lets me get away with murder."

"True." Darla smiles, shaking her head. "Cheeky brat."

Spike takes Darla's arm and wraps in through his own. "You like it. Ready to go?" Darla nods and gives Joyce a last smile.

"We'll let you get on with your day."

"Take care." Joyce nods at both of them. Spike guides Darla out, grabbing his blanket to cover himself as they dash out to the waiting car.

****

Opening the door between the garage and the main house, Darla tosses her key on the side. "Well, that went well don't you think?"

"Perfectly. The hook is baited." Spike moves in closer to Darla, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Hmm good." Darla grins, tilting her head to give him more access. Spike kisses and licks along her neck.

"Fuck, Darla, I've missed you so bloody much."

"I've missed you too." She sighs then grins as she catches sight of Lindsey crawling on hands and knees into the hall from the garage. Spike catches the scent of Lindsey and looks around at him.

"You've trained him well," Spike says. There's just a touch of tension in his voice. He's more than a little resentful of the time and attention Lindsey has gotten in his absence. Lindsey ducks his head, not looking up, freezing in place.

"Thank you darling." Turning in his embrace, Darla reaches up to run her fingertips along his cheek. "I'm afraid the poor little pet has had to take the brunt of my frustrations."

Spike presses against Darla's fingers, purring softly. "Good. You won't object if I torment him a little today?" Lindsey couldn't help but whimper a little at that.

"Of course not. Though I hope you don't find him too...used." She turns a cruel smile on Lindsey.

Spike chuckles, a wicked sound. "Mmm. I think I can find some new ways to use him." Lindsey shivers. As cruel as Darla could be, she was just playing with him. Spike is obviously upset with him, and that doesn't bode well for poor Lindsey.

Pulling Spike down to her, Darla bites teasingly at his lips. "Good." Spike purrs again and slides his hands down to cup her ass.

"Want to show me around first? Or shall we just go to your bedroom?"

"Perhaps we should get the tour out of the way first?"

"You're right.” Spike snickers. “Once we make it to your room we won't come up for hours." He looks over at Lindsey. "Go to her room. Strip, lube yourself good, then stay on hands and knees. I better find you like that when we get there."

Lindsey nods. "Yes Master." He crawls off quickly to obey.

"Mmm, the joys of an obedient pet." Spike grins.

"Indeed." Darla giggles. "Now, shall we start the tour...?” She's interrupted by the sound of a pained howl from upstairs.

Spike lifts an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"Must be Dru's new toy."

"New toy?"

"Hmm...You'll never guess."

"Let's go see then." Spike chuckles.

Taking his hand, Darla leads him up to the second floor. Coming to a door, she smirks and points. There in flowers and fairies is a child's nameplate - 'Princess Drusilla's Room".

"Typical," Spike says. "Should we knock first?"

"I suppose. You know how she is when she first gets a toy." Reaching out, Darla knocks lightly. Seconds later Dru's voice comes liltingly through the wood for them to come in. Spike opens the door.

Inside is quite a sight. It takes Spike a moment to register that Gunn is the victim tied to the bed. Dru is riding his cock, which is restrained by a leather cock strap. She has clamps on his nipples, connected by a chain, tugging on them as she rides. "See my pretty new horsey, Spoike?"

"I do indeed, Princess." Spike laughs.

"Spike's come to visit us Drusilla." Darla comments, closing the door behind them. "Aren't you going to greet him properly?"

"Of course Grandmummy." Drusilla trills, seeming to bounce off of the man below her she throws herself into Spike's arms. Spike wraps his arms around her, kissing her passionately.

"Hello Princess. You having a good time with your new pet?" He's a little surprised, more than a little surprised really, to see Gunn tied up and whimpering.

"Oh yes." Drusilla hums happily, rubbing up against him. "He's being just the right amount of naughty and nice, all brown sugar and spice." Spike moves a hand up to cup the side of one breast, nuzzling against her cheek.

"Good. Be careful with him, you know how easily toys can break."

"I will." Dru looks up at him, blinking her big innocent eyes.

Sitting on the bed, Darla reaches out to cup Gunn's balls, which, even with his dark skin, are looking a little purple. Spike grins. He looks over at Gunn. "You having fun there, Charlie boy?" Gunn groans and clamps his jaw.

It's obvious he wants to say something sarcastic and angry, and it's just as obvious Dru has been schooling him with pain. Darla smirks at his reaction and squeezes her handful. "You were asked a question."

Gunn hisses in pain. "Yes...Master," he says, looking at Spike.

"Very good." Darla nods at Dru as she lets him go. Dru preens slightly at Darla's approval. Spike smirks and turns back to Dru.

"You've trained him pretty well in such a short time, Princess." His thumb begins to circle on Dru's hard nipple, and his other hand slides over her skin, caressing almost absently.

"Princess is being careful this time, like Daddy taught her." Her eyes flutter as she presses into his hands.

Spike leans in to kiss Dru's shoulder. "Good girl." He can feel the tension in her body. "Mmm, Princess, let your Prince make this better." One hand moves down to cup her sex, a finger pressing in gently to caress her clit.

"Spike." Dru moans his name, and visibly shivers hard. Spike purrs and keeps stroking, finger moving in a little pattern, obviously learned through long practice. He kisses and licks and nibbles on her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, hitting all the spots he knows she loves.

Her body seizing, Dru quietly screams "Spike!" Her legs clamp around his hand as she comes, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Having seen them so many times before, Darla finds herself watching Gunn instead for his reactions. Gunn tenses. He's a little surprised to find himself resentful and jealous of the ease with which Spike makes Dru climax. Dru's been riding him for hours with no sign of climaxing, just treating him like a hobbyhorse. He glowers a bit. His view is blocked as a smirking Darla leans over him.

"You should know pretty pet, that you're nothing but Drusilla's toy now. To do with as she pleases, when she pleases. To use, to play with, to share..." Gunn looks up at Darla.

He's been pretty much locked in here alone with Dru. He hadn't even considered the ramifications of this new life, not that Dru had given him a choice or any information. "I'm not a toy."

Spike pulls Drusilla against him, her back to his front, turning back towards Gunn. "Seems your new toy hasn't quite learned his manners yet."

Patting Gunn condescendingly on the cheek, Darla smiles chillingly. "Oh yes you are." She sits back and turns to Dru who is frowning at Gunn.

"Don't worry Spikey, Grandsire. I'll make sure he learns." She says flatly.

"I'm sure you will, Princess." Spike says with a smile. He looks at Gunn. "I don't envy you, Charlie boy. Princess is not easy on her toys, and you seem like you're only going to learn the hard way how to behave."

"Fuck you." Gunn snaps with a grimace. Darla and Drusilla both titter.

"Silly man." Dru smiles slowly. "You won't be fucking anyone."

"Have you buggered him yet Dru?" Darla asks, still smiling.

Gunn's eyes widen. "You wouldn't."

"Mmm, she would.” Spike's eyes glitter wickedly. “Shall we leave you to it, Princess?"

"Oh no Grandsire. I haven't." Dru purrs. She turns her head to smile at Spike. "We all know who gets to bugger the toys first don't we Spike?"

"How considerate of you, my love.” Spike replies with a leer. “Yes, we do."

Coming to stand beside them, Darla laughs. "She's not being considerate at all. She just wants to make sure he doesn't break when her sire gets his turn."

"Mmm, of course. I'll come back and take care of Charlie boy later, love. You have your fun with him. He needs some more training."

"You're all fucking crazy." Gunn growls, pulling useless at the bonds.

"Oh no!" Drusilla giggles. "I'm the only one that's insane." Pulling away from Spike she crawls back onto the bed. Gunn hisses and bucks, knowing it's futile.

"Come on Spike, lets leave Dru to discipline her toy." Darla says opening the bedroom door. Spike exits with Darla, wrapping an arm around her waist and following her lead. The sound of another pained howl follows them down the stairs.

They move down to the basement. It's obvious much work has been done here to soundproof rooms and so forth. Spike grins wickedly at Darla. "The dungeon?"

"Mmhmm." She nods with a smile, eyes glittering up at him as the minion guarding the door opens it for them. Spike steps in with Darla, his grin getting bigger as he sees the occupants of the room.

Giles is bound to a St.Andrew's cross, one built a bit wider than the standard. His legs are pulled painfully apart, his thighs shaking with the strain, as his arms are also painfully pulled away from his body at an uncomfortable angle. His cock is locked in a prison not unlike Lindsey's. A ring gag holds his mouth open, though the center is filled with a rubber stopper at the moment.

Riley has the same gag arrangement and chastity belt, though he is bound over a spanking horse, his ass being violated by a fucking machine with a massive dildo. Spike looks over at Darla. "Very nice."

"I'm glad you approve." She takes his hand and leads him over to stand in front of the Watcher. Spike puts out a hand, scraping nails over Giles' chest, leaving welts on it.

The man gasps and jerks a bit. His eyes lock on Spike, keenly aware of what he's done to the vampire, and how little mercy he can expect at Spike's hands. Spike licks his lips. "Later. Just you think what I'll do to you when I have time." Giles manages not to whimper, though he shivers helplessly.

"When we all have the time." Darla adds ominously, reaching between Giles’ thighs to the base of the humungous dildo shoved up inside him and giving it a vicious twist. Giles groans and writhes in pain on the cross, his body showing signs of the abuse Darla has been giving him. Spike grins.

"I assume from the gags you've been having them suck off all the male minions on a regular basis?"

"Naturally."

Both Giles and Riley make little noises in response. Spike chuckles. "The protein is good for them." He moves over to Riley. "Hello, soldier boy. How does it feel, being a toy for any minion that wants to get off in that mouth of yours?" He smacks a hand hard on Riley's asscheeks, several times, using all his strength, leaving dark red impressions of his hands. "How does it feel to be helpless?" Riley whimpers and shudders with each blow, tears leaking from the corners of his screwed-up eyes.

"He keeps crying, you know?" Darla comments lightly.

Spike nods. "Figures. He can dish it out but he can't take it." He pulls each of Riley's nipples between his nails, watching his reaction. He jerks and screams hoarsely through the gag. It's obvious from the sound that he's done a lot of screaming in the last few days.

"Not in the least. He bawled and screamed like a baby the first time I planted a dildo up his ass."

Spike laughs. "I'm betting in his little cadre of soldier boys he never took it up the ass. Probably only topped." He slides nails over Riley's reddened ass, watching him cry, taking in the delicious screams. "He'll break much easier than the Watcher."

"I'd say he's well on his way. I wouldn't be surprised if he falls straight into insanity." Darla nods. "I wonder what the last straw will be?"

“We'll see.” Spike licks his lips, moving around to kiss Darla. "Come on, I want you. Not these pitiful things."

Smiling, she wraps her arms around his neck. "Do you indeed?" Spike nods, lifting her up into his arms.

"I do."

"Well then..." She gives him a coy look. "Why don't you take me?"

Spike purrs. "My pleasure." He heads out the door, stopping to look at the minion.

"Make sure everyone takes at least a couple of turns with their mouths in the next few hours." The minion nods. "Yes Sir." Spike heads upstairs, moving towards Darla's bedroom.

Wiggling her feet, Darla leans her head on his shoulder. "I wonder if Lindsey has done as he was told?"

"He'd better have." Spike opens the door. Lindsey is on the floor, on hands and knees, ass in the air. "Good boy," Spike comments. He sets Darla down on the bed. "Let me secure the pet before I ravish you, love. Can't have him fidgeting." Lindsey makes a soft distressed noise.

"Of course love" Darla stretches out against the sheets. "We can't have that at all." Spike goes to the cabinet, coming back with a huge dildo, one obviously molded on Angel's big cock, and a gag. He straps on the gag, then shoves the dildo mercilessly into Lindsey without prologue.

Despite his training Lindsey howls in pain. It's not easy to take with prep, like this he can barely accommodate it without tearing. Spike pulls him up, chaining his wrists to a post on the bed, letting his feet touch the floor only on tiptoes. Without another glance at him, Spike crawls into bed over Darla, kissing her, pressing against her.

Sighing happily, Darla opens her mouth to his kiss, wrapping her legs around his thighs, and her arms around his shoulder. Spike begins to unbutton Darla's blouse, pushing it open, displaying her lacy bra, her full breasts pushing against them. "Been craving you, love." He slides down to nuzzle at each breast, nipping at her hardening nipples through the thin cover of fabric.

"Hmmm good." She arches upwards. "I want you to crave me."

"I do. I worship you." He pushes the blouse off, unhooks the front-hook bra and pushes it off as well. He stops to take off his own duster and T-shirt, tossing them aside. "I need you." He moves his mouth back down, paying proper attention to each nipple, sucking, licking, nipping. The closeness of her, the scent, the arousal from all that had come before, push hard at his demon and his face ripples into his demon visage. Fangs graze lightly over her skin, raising tiny drops of blood that he licks up, closing the small cuts.

"Even though you've been playing with your sire and his new boy? Even though you've been playing with your Dawn?" Darla asks a little breathlessly, her heart speeding.

"Yes," Spike half-growls. "Just like you've played with your pet and the new minions." He looks into Darla's. "You know the more I taste you the more I want to possess you. I know I can't. But I want to."

Smiling darkly, she reaches out to caress one of his fangs. "Then take what you can, William." Licking her lips she strokes the other sharp fang, "*Take* what you can."

Spike groans and shudders as she touches the sensitive fangs. "God you're bloody magnificent," he whispers. He rips away her skirt and panties, tossing the shreds aside, and pushes off his jeans.

They're naked now, pale skin against pale. He rubs against her, his already hard cock pressing against her inner thighs. His mouth seeks her neck, licking over the spot where he's been biting her, the tiny near-invisible scars almost hot against his tongue. His fangs press against the skin, teasing as he can feel her throbbing pulse, hear her thudding heart.

"Yesss..." She hisses, arching into him everywhere. "Fuck me." She claws at his hips. "*Fuck* me *now*." Spike slides hands down to part her thighs, his hands resting under her knees, pulling them up hard to spread her as he pushes deep into her wetness. He moans as he feels her warmth take him in. His fangs keep teasing. He wants to hold the feeding for the moment of climax. Wants to taste her orgasm, take her every way he can. He begins to thrust hard and fast into her.

Hooking one knee over his shoulder, Darla pushes up into him, meeting each thrust as hard as she can. "Fuck me, fuck me." She chants.

Over his shoulder, she meets Lindsey’s eyes, and smirks cruelly as she calls Spike's name. Spike rocks his hips, moving deeper into her, changing the angle to grind against her clit or against her g-spot as he moves. His hands freed because of her leg over his shoulder, he uses them to cup and stroke her breasts. "Fuck, Darla. Oh bloody hell."

"Feel good?" She asks Spike breathlessly. "Do I feel hot enough? Wet enough for you? Tight enough?" She holds Lindsey's gaze, forcing herself to keep her eyes open despite the pleasure so she can taunt him.

"Yes.” Spike nods. “Oh fuck yes. Perfect. So perfect. I need you, Darla." He licks again on her neck, fangs scraping the skin lightly. He has to hold his demon in check. His hips slam against her, taking her hard and fast.

Still fighting against closing her eyes and just giving into the pleasure, Darla makes one last taunt towards Lindsey, rubbing it in, at the same time knowing it will just drive Spike on. "What would you do Spike, if Lindsey dared to fuck me? Take me?"

"Torture him to death." Spike growls and pulls Darla harder against him. "Mine." He knows Darla will understand, the possessive nature of his demon roused. He presses his teeth lightly into her shoulder, tasting her blood for just a moment before licking it closed.

Smiling triumphantly, Darla gives in, closing her eyes and moaning deeply. Slipping her arms around his ribs she drags her nails down the pale skin of his back, raising her head to bite at his shoulder, her human teeth barely breaking the skin. Spike hisses and purr-growls, possessive noises, as he keeps thrusting hard into her. "You make me mad for you, you know that."

"Do I? Good." She repeats her action, scratching him harder.

"Yes." His mouth moves down, his fangs piercing into one peaked nipple, drawing blood. He suckles at it, tasting her arousal and teasing the abused flesh.

Moaning, she arches her back. "Do you want me to come for you?" She asks before moaning again. Her cunt is already feeling wonderfully raw from his pounding - fucking wonderful.

Spike nods, lifting his head. "Oh god yes, please, cum for me."

"Make me." She challenges. Spike growls and slams harder, his fangs piercing now into her neck.

"Yes!" She cries, close to orgasm as her muscles start to tremble. Spike slides a hand down to press two fingers against her clit, rubbing as he keeps thrusting, feeling her so close. "Spike!"

Shuddering, she starts to come, clenching down on his cock. Spike sucks down her blood now, pulling the power of her orgasm into him as he also cums deep inside her.

"Fuck yes!" She moans through gritted teeth, the bite on her neck feeling like fire and ice, sending her spiraling higher. Spike has to force himself to stop, to lick the wound closed before he takes too much. He shudders against her, holding her tight, kissing over the freshly closed wounds.

"Hmmm." Darla sighs, drowsily stroking up and down his gouged back with gently fingertips. "Much better." Spike purred loudly, chest thrumming.

"You are perfect. How anyone could push you away is beyond me."

"Thank you love." Darla smiles, eyes closed.

"You need to rest?" Spike asks, pulling the covers over them.

"A small nap would be good." She nods. "But you don't have to join me if you don't want to."

Spike shook his head. "Don't be silly. I like sleeping with you."

"What about Lindsey?" She asks with a small, but wicked, smile.

Spike grins. "He's fine where he is." Lindsey lets out a pitiful whimper.

Chuckling, Darla turns onto her side, curling up against Spike's chest. Spike nuzzles into her hair and lets his eyes close, drifting off into sleep.