Sanguine Revival 26/? (Spike/Dawn, Angel/Wes, Darla/Lindsey, Dru/Lindsey this chapter, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 26/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Dawn, Angel/Wes, Darla/Lindsey, Dru/Lindsey
SUMMARY: This chapter:- Darla sends Angel another little present.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
Our livejournals - http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=salustra and http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=cathelin; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html .
SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Het. Slash. BDSM. Bloodplay. Punishment.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 6933 words



Shaking her head at Dawn's description of today's disaster in her Chemistry lesson, Joyce leads the way to the front door of the mansion. "Are you sure Angel won't mind me coming in for a little while?"

Dawn smiles. "No, Mom, I'm sure he won't. Come on in." Dawn grabs Joyce's hand and pulls her towards the door.

"Ok, if you're sure." Joyce smiles and lets herself be led inside. She's never been here before and is impressed by the classy decor, as well as the fact that it seems in very good condition for a house that has stood empty for a couple of years.

Dawn bounces in the door. She's full of energy, always is after school. "Hey, I'm home! And I brought Mom with me!" she calls out.

Looking up from the book he's reading, Angel smiles, "I heard you coming up the walk actually Dawnie. How are you Joyce?"

"She's good.” Dawn grins. “How're you? Where's Spike? Where's Wes?" She's a little sugar high from the shake they got on the way over.

"You'll have to excuse her Angel." Joyce rolls her eyes, a little exasperated, "I'm afraid she still hasn't grown out of her hyper child phase." Angel laughs a little.

"Hey!” Dawn frowns. “I'm not a kid. I'm almost 16."

"Of course you aren't dear."

"Okay, as long as that's settled."

"I'm fine thank you Dawn." Angel says, replying to Dawn's questions. "I don't know where Spike is, but I think Wesley's in the library."

Dawn wrinkles her nose. "Figures." Angel laughs again. There's a sharp knock at the door.

"Now Dawnie, be nice, there's nothing wrong with being interested in learning." Joyce admonishes.

"Excuse me," Angel says politely as he gets up to answer the knock. Before he can get there though, Dawn darts between him and the door.

There is a deliveryman standing there. "Package for a Mr.Angelus?" Angel panics a little thinking about all the packages he's received lately and who they've been from.

He tries to usher Dawn out of the way but Dawn grabs it. "Cool!" She looks as if she's about to rip the package open.

"Er thanks Dawn." Angel chokes, freeing the package from Dawn's curious hands. He turns to ask if he needs to sign for it, but the deliveryman is already halfway back down the walk. Angel frowns at that. "Strange."

Dawn pouts. "Open it up then. I wanna see what you got."

"Oh I'm sure it’s nothing interesting." Angel tries to look casual as he backs away nervously.

"Oh, fine." Dawn huffs. "Come on Mom, let me show you my room." Joyce follows her upstairs, looking over her shoulder at Angel. She hadn't missed the fact that he seemed scared of Dawn knowing what was in the package - it was rather funny - and now she's wondering what exactly it could be. Angel catches the amused look in her eyes and smiles weakly. Dawn grabs Joyce's hand again and drags her off towards her room, chattering animatedly.

Once they're gone Angel sighs, closing his eyes and bracing himself before gently opening the package. He almost looks like he's afraid that it might bite. Reaching inside he pulls out a videocassette. "Oh god," He murmurs in dread, he has a good - no not good, horrible, *horrible* - idea as to what's on it.

Reluctantly walking over to the video player he pushes the tape inside, switching on the TV and pressing play. Spike opens the door, coming in with a blanket over him. He slams it shut behind him. "Hello Sire. Wotcher watching?"

Angel actually jumps in surprise and whirls around to stare at him. "Er... nothing." He mumbles going to switch off the tape.

The images start to appear. Lindsey is chained, standing upright, to the post of a four-poster bed. Darla comes into view, stroking a hand over his chest. Spike raises an eyebrow. "Got a present, did you?"

Freezing momentarily at the sight of Lindsey chained up, Angel goes again to turn it off, "Um... yeah."

"Might as well watch it," Spike says, hiding a smile. He is remembering the fun he had holding the camera, watching the action.

"I...I...w...well..." Angel stutters as he fumbles with the controls. "Dawn and Joyce are upstairs!" He blurts, half as a reason for turning the tape off, and half as a way to try and distract Spike from the damn tape.

Spike grins and turns off the tape, popping it out. "Then we can go watch it in the library." He heads off, not waiting for Angel's response.

Trailing after him, Angel tries another excuse, "But Wes..."

"Wes is an adult." Spike keeps walking.

"But..." Angel whines.

"There might be some clues or something important on it." Spike is undeterred.

Giving into the inevitable, Angel sighs and just follows along. "Fine."

They walk into the library. Wesley is there, reading a thick tome. He looks up, clearing his throat, as the two vampires walk in. "Yes?" Angel just shrugs looking a little petulant. Spike goes over to the television, turning it on and popping the tape into the VCR.

"Angel got a tape in from Darla."

"Bitch." Angel mutters dropping heavily into a chair.

Wesley shifts, looking a little nervous. "A tape from Darla?"

The image comes back on the screen, Lindsey chained naked to the bedpost, Darla stroking him. Yes." Angel replies unnecessarily, the video answers Wesley's question itself.

"Have you been a good little pet?" Darla's voice purrs from the TV.

"Yes Mistress." Lindsey whimpers and wriggles.

"Are you sure?" Darla asks, slapping him on one ass cheek.

"Yes Mistress!" He yelps.

"I'm not so sure." Darla muses, slapping his other cheek.

Lindsey gasps and writhes a bit more. "Please, Mistress..."

"Please what?" Darla smiles.

"I've been good." Lindsey's eyes are pleading, his muscles obviously quivering with the strain of sustained holding of his position, up on tiptoe while bound. Spike can't help but be a bit aroused. He did so enjoy tormenting the little lawyer.

"Are you going to tell me that you haven't been thinking naughty thoughts?" Darla's smile turns vicious. "Thinking of doing things that you're not allowed to?"

Watching, Angel shudders, he can remember that vicious smile directed his way so many times in the past.

"Can't help it Mistress." Lindsey's eyes drop and he keens softly.

"Bad pet." Darla scolds, slapping him smartly across the face.

Lindsey gasps at the slap. "But you're so beautiful, Mistress." Spike settles into a chair, leg draped over the arm as usual, groin thrust out, watching the tape with occasional glances over at Angel. Wesley couldn't move, but the rough treatment of the lawyer had him immediately hard behind the desk. He mentally cursed vampire senses.

"I know." Darla replies to Lindsey's compliment. "More important men that you have told me that." Angel snorts at that, though he knows its true. He can remember a time when Darla had dignitaries and aristocracy flocking around her.

Lindsey nods and shivers. "Please, Mistress. I've been up here all night."

Again Spike hides a smile. Lindsey would probably suffer worse the next time Spike got a few spare days to torment him.

"That you have." Darla agrees blandly. She saunters around the bed, the camera following her, capturing her babydoll slip swaying and brushing the tops of her stockings. She stops at a selection of toys and fingers them thoughtfully. Lindsey whimpers again, twisting, trying to relieve the strain on his muscles, and also trying to see what Darla is looking at.

Wesley stifles a moan. But he still draws the attention on the vampires in the room, Angel raises an eyebrow at him knowingly. At least he isn't the only one being tormented by this video. Wesley blushes and looks down at the desk. He'd try to leave the room but he's embarassingly hard. Spike just winks at the poor tormented Watcher.

Lifting a chain with one fingertip, Darla lets it dangle, the cruel looking nipple clamps catching the light. Lindsey moans. He knows there's no escape from whatever Darla decides to do to him.

Spike asks Angel, "Don't you have a pair like that in the cabinet in your room?" The question makes Angel choke and look at Wesley with panicked eyes. Wesley just squirms and bites his lip.

When Angel looks back at the screen, he sees Darla standing on the bed in front of Lindsey, pinching his nipples. Lindsey whimpers and arches, his nipples hardening at the treatment.

Wesley whimpers himself, unable to suppress the noise.

Tormenting Lindsey's nipples with her fingers and nails a little longer than necessary, Darla finally attached the clamps.

Spike shifts a little in his chair. The smell of Wesley's arousal is getting to him, the helpless little noises just increasing his own arousal. The reaction of both men just adds to Angel discomfort. If he'd been allowed to watch this alone, he'd probably be settling in for a good wank.

Pulling lightly on the chain to check that they're secure, Darla turns away careless of Lindsey's reaction. Lindsey groans, looking into the camera with tormented eyes.

Spike looks over at the squirming Watcher, wondering if he should go over and play with him while the video is going. Wes returns the look, biting his lip and then trying to watch the TV instead. Angel feels his groin tighten in at the sight of the little bastard's suffering expression

"Now then, what next I wonder." Darla pretends to think, tapping her chin and looking down at the toys. Lindsey twists some more. He's covered with a sheen of sweat, his muscles twitching and straining.

Wesley clears his throat. "I wonder how long he was in the position."

"Not long enough." Angel growls.

"Want to torture him yourself then?" Spike snickers. Angel stutters and tries to deny it, but its obvious the answer is yes.

"Ah yes. Of course." Darla nods, turns and bends from the waist, affording the camera a view of her lace-covered pussy. Naturally the camera zooms in as she holds the position.

Angel fails to stop himself groaning as his cock swells fully. Spike grins wickedly. He knew that shot would get Angel going.

The camera zooms out as Darla stands up brandishing what looks like a plain riding crop - until you take in the studs on the leather end flap. Lindsey gasps, twisting some more, quite uselessly, in his bonds.

"Going somewhere?" Darla asks with cruel amusement.

"Mercy, please, Mistress." Lindsey whimpers.

Wesley grips the edge of the desk, whimpering himself in response.

"Mercy?" Darla tilts her head and smiles sweetly. "Why on Earth would I be merciful?" Lindsey lets himself hang limp in the chains, knowing he's not going to be spared.

"Wonderful bitch." Angel murmurs. "Beat the bastard till he bleeds." Spike's lips quirk at Angel's response.

He gets up, crossing over to Wes, standing behind him, whispering in his ear. "Picturing yourself being tormented and beaten?" Wesley looks up with a start, and then nods.

A cry sounds from the TV as Darla strikes out with the crop, a dark pink stripe appearing across Lindsey's abdomen. Lindsey jerks at the blow.

Wesley whimpers again, and Spike slides a hand down his back, making him shiver.

The crop snaps out twice more, first against his left thigh, and then his right.

Angel licks his lips and leans forward, knowing what comes next. Spike's gaze flickers over to Angel, seeing his obvious enjoyment of Lindsey's punishment. He straddles the chair, sliding in behind Wesley who's been sitting on the edge of the chair. He pulls Wesley's hands behind him. "You want to be tormented by Angel, don't you?" he whispers. Wesley shivers, not daring to answer.

Just as expected, Darla goes for Lindsey's clamped nipples next, her aim true - *smack* left, *smack*, right. Lindsey jerks and howls in pain at each blow.

"Yesss." Angel hisses, "More."

The on-screen Darla seems to hear him as she climbs down off the bed and around to deliver three successive smacks down the length of Lindsey's back. Lindsey screams, bucking enough that he loses his tiptoe footing, and his weight pulls just on his bound arms, prompting another pained cry before he can get his feet under him again.

Welsey squirms, and Spike's grip on Wesley's wrists tightens. Wesley shivers again, feeling the strength of the vampire restraining him.

Without waiting for the bound man to get back onto his toes, Darla starts to bring the crop down over and over again on his ass and thighs. Lindsey screams and howls, trying to twist away from the blows. The strips are turning from dark pink to red, and it’s obvious he'll begin to bleed soon.

Angel groans in anticipation.

One especially hard smack does the job and Lindsey's skin splits. Darla stops and the camera zooms in. The blood runs down over Lindsey's ass, down his leg, in a thick red trickle.

Remembering the smell of the blood in the air, Spike swallows. He reaches one hand to undo Wes' belt, sliding it out and using it to bind the Watcher's wrists behind him tightly. Wesley suppresses a moan.

"Fuck yeah." Angel sighs, cupping himself.

Long, bright blue nails come into view, digging into the flesh of one cheek and pulling it aside roughly, baring the glass jewel on the base of the butt plug filling Lindsey's ass. Lindsey whines in pain.

Spike can't resist a laugh. "Looks like she has him well in hand, Sire."

"Good." Angel growls. He groans as the plug base moves, Lindsey obviously clenching helplessly with pain.

"What *are* you guys watching?" A voice pipes up from just inside the doorway.

Spike looks over to see Dawn stepping into the library. He barely manages not to laugh. Angel's reaction should be priceless.

"Fucking hell!" Angel swears and nearly falls out of his chair. "Dawn!"

On the video, the camera zooms back out as Darla lets Lindsey's ass cheek go. Dawn looks from Angel to the screen. "Hey who's she?" Wesley tries to scramble up, wanting to turn off or block the screen. Spike tugs hard on the belt, keeping him in place.

"That's Darla." Spike smirks.

"Darla?" Dawn asks, faking confusion. "Angel's Darla? But Buffy said she was really skanky." Angel looks up from where he's adjusting his shirt to cover his arousal to snarl.

Spike shakes his head. "Buffy is mistaken about a *lot* of things."

Lindsey whimpers as Darla lightly taps the crop against his bound balls.

"Wow I love that what she's wearing." Dawn comments brightly, referring to the baby blue, lace baby doll slip skimming the top of Darla's blue bow decorated white silk stockings, and the snow white panties visible through the lace. "Do you think it'd suit me?"

Spike considers, tilting his head. "Maybe in a different color. A pale rose, maybe."

"Really?"

Wesley's eyes widen. He's not been aware of Dawn's more, um, grown-up activities with Spike. Spike nods. "I think so, with your coloring."

"Spike!" Angel yelps, shocked that Spike's making things so obvious in front of Wesley.

"Yes, Sire?" Spike asks, expresion innocent.

"You don't agree Angel?" Dawn's asks matching his innocent look as she pulls her top up, "I know I don't have nice boobs or anything."

"Dawn!" Angel yelps her name this time

"Dawn!" Wesley yelps, just after Angel. His expression is shocked.

Spike licks his lips. "Your breasts are lovely, Dawn."

"Thanks." Dawn chirps. She looses her top to cup her bare breasts. "Though it'd be nice to be all shapely like she is." She nods at the screen where Darla has climbed back up to stand in front of Lindsey on the bed.

Spike smiles at her. "You still have time to grow."

"Oh I hope so." Dawn grins. "I'd like the kind of boobs that guys stare at."

Angel glares at Spike. "You're going to make her as bad as you." He hisses quiet enough just for Spike's ears. Spike grins wickedly back at his Sire and nods.

"I hope so," He whispers back. He ties off the end of the belt binding Wesley's wrists to the arm of the chair, and moves over behind Dawn, sliding her top back down.

She pouts at him. Spike chuckles, moving back to the chair near Angel. He pats his lap. "Come sit here, pet." Dawn beams and comes over, wiggling as she settles sideways across his thighs. Spike wraps his arms around her. "That's a good girl."

Groaning, Angel covers his face. "Fucking teases the lot of you..." He's distracted from his cussing by a scream from the TV. He looks up as Lindsey screams again and grins. Darla has obviously just struck his nipples again, knocking off the clamps this time.

Lindsey twists in agony. "Please, Mistress, please!"

Wesley jerks against the belt uselessly.

"What's she doing to him?" Dawn asks curiously.

"Punishing him. He's obviously been ill-behaved." Spike's fingers tease along Dawn's legs.

"Why's Angel grinning like that?" She parts her legs obediently. Spike fingers slide teasingly along her inner thighs.

"I don't think he likes Lindsey very much. That's the man being punished."

"Ah right." Dawn nods. "Why's Wesley sitting all funny?"

Spike whispers in her ear. "He's all hard and I have his hands tied behind him to the chair arm."

"Really?" Dawn giggles. Spike nods and kisses her neck.

Lindsey lets out a mighty shriek as Darla lands a solid blow on his exposed balls.

Dawn jumps in Spike's lap and turns wide-eyed to the screen. "Fuck!" She gasps.

"Dawn! Language." Angel snaps distractedly.

Spike tsks. "Am I going to have to blindfold you, pet?"

"No please don't." She turns a quick pleading look on him, before looking back at the screen. "Is he crying?"

"He is." Angel grins wickedly. "Little fucker." Wesley whimpers and squirms in his chair.

"Angel! Language," Dawn teases. Spike grins and takes the opportunity to slide his hands up under Dawn's top, cupping her breasts. Her breath catches and she arches into his touch.

"Sorry." Angel apologizes automatically, eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Are you sorry for being a bad pet yet Lindsey?" Asks the screen Darla, cupping Lindsey's chin. Lindsey whimpers and nods as much as he's able.

"Yes, Mistress, very sorry."

"That's hot." Dawn whispers, eyes on the TV.

Spike whispers into her ear. "What a naughty little girl you are."

"Shall I let you down from there then Pet?" Darla asks, licking delicately at Lindsey's tears.

"No." Angel growls at the screen. "Beat him some more." Dawn squirms on Spike's lap.

"Please, Mistress, please, I'll be good," Lindsey whines.

Spike gets harder, remembering the feel of being there for this scene the first time.

"Very well." Darla nods, reaching up to free his wrists. "I'll let you down so you can make it up to me for being naughty."

Angel groans in disappointment. Darla was never so easy on him.

Lindsey sobs a bit more in relief as he's finally released from the stringent position he's held for well over twelve hours. "Where do you want me, Mistress?"

Spike pinches Dawn's nipples lightly. "You'd never be so naughty, would you, pet?"

"No Spike." Dawn whimpers.

"Where else? On your knees." Darla replies smartly. Lindsey sinks to his knees immeditately, head down, arms crossed at the small of his back. Darla smirks as she pulls on the sides of her panties, pushing them over her hips and letting them drop to her feet. She moves first onto her knees on the mattress and then to sit on the edge.

"Is she going to let him fuck her?" Dawn asks innocently.

"She better fucking not!" Angel explodes, jumping to his feet, "I'll kill him!"

"Woah!" Dawn stares up at him, shrinking into Spike's chest. Spike holds Dawn protectively without thinking about it. Wesley's shocked to stillness by Angel's sudden outburst.

On the screen, Lindsey shuffles on his knees to be between Darla's legs.

"I take it that's a no?" Dawn asks shakily.

Spike nods. "It's awright, pet." Angel is glaring darkly at the screen, still shaking with anger at the suggestion of Lindsey's prick going anywhere close to inside Darla.

Parting her legs and leaning back on her hands, Darla smiles down at Lindsey, her eyes glittering cruelly, "Please me, and I *might* not punish you more." Lindsey nods, his tongue going to work, pressing into her soft folds.

Wiggling in Spike's lap, Dawn tries to get him to comfort her some more, in a fun way. Spike strokes Dawn's belly in a soothing motion, even as his hips rock up a bit to press his erection against her ass. "See that tube? It's a chastity device. I doubt he gets to take it off very much."

"Chastity device? I thought that was just for women in like, the dark ages." Dawn presses back against his groin then parts her legs a little more.

On the screen, Lindsey's face is buried in Darla's sex, his head moving as he licks and works his tongue.

"I might cut his fucking prick off totally." Angel mutters evilly, "Not like he should ever need it."

Spike tsks. "Now Sire..."

"What?" Angel snaps.

"It's not his fault. He's just following her orders like a good pet." Spike moves one hand back up under Dawn's top, teasing her already hard nipple. Dawn whimpers at his touch and squirms, she wants more, despite Angel standing right there, despite stuffy Wesley over there. She wants Spike to strip her and fuck her right here.

"So?" Angel asks unreasonably.

Spike shakes his head. "You're pent up Sire. You need a little release, I think." He looks pointedly over at the squirming Wes. Angel follows his gaze. Wes whimpers and arches, pulling again against the belt holding his wrists tightly.

Darla is starting to breathe faster, but she bites her lip, refusing to make any sound of pleasure and let Lindsey know that he's doing well. Lindsey keeps working furiously, pulling back only when he has to gasp a breath.

"What do you mean?" Angel asks Spike, but his eyes are on Wesley. Of course, he has a pretty good idea what his childe means. Spike pitches his voice low, the sound meant only for Angel.

"I've tied him up nicely for you Sire, and he's writhing for you. What more do you want?"

"I shouldn't." Angel denies, though it's weak, a lot weaker than his resistance last time. Wesley whimpers and squirms again, seeing Angel looking at him. The smell of his need is thick in the air.

Lindsey whines as Darla twists an abused nipple to amuse herself.

Impatient, Dawn pulls off her top, tossing it carelessly aside. "What shouldn't he?" She whispers to Spike - Angel hadn't pitched his response just for Spike.

Spike pulls Dawn more firmly onto his lap, cupping both breasts now. "Play with Wesley. But he should." He nips Dawn's earlobe. "You are being a very naughty girl. I may have to keep you in my bed tonight, bound up so I can play with you," he whispers softly. Angel can hear, but not Wesley.

Biting his lip, Angel continues to hesitate. Until that is, Darla's moans are finally released on the screen, where she's now laying back and starting to rock her hips. Wesley groans, looking at Angel, his eyes pleading.

"Please do." Dawn moans. Spike pushes Dawn's skirt up, pressing her bare sex against his jeans-covered erection causing her to shudder and mewl. "Spike..."

Walking over and behind Wesley, Angel leans down to speak into his ear. "What do you think Wes? Should I play with you as Spike says?"

Wesley nods. "Please," he whispers hoarsely. "Please Angel."

"Please what?"

"Please play with me."

Quickly untying Wesley's hands, Angel pulls him to his feet. "Strip." Wesely's eyes widen but he doesn't hesitate, quickly removing his clothes. Spike chuckles softly over in his chair. He lifts Dawn up to her feet for a moment, undoing his fly, releasing his cock and then pulling Dawn back down onto his lap. Her hand immediately goes to wrap around his prick, squeezing and stroking his length.

As soon as the last of Wesley's clothes are removed, Angel pushes him to his knees.
Wesley looks up, making sure he's understanding what Angel wants, before he starts to undo Angel's trousers.

Spike groans and nips Dawn's nipple lightly. "I'm going to bind your wrists to your thighs tonight," He whispers. "And then your ankles to a spreader bar to keep them apart."

Whimpering, Dawn arches her back, her hand tightening. "Please..."

Angel widens his stance as his trousers come undone, the plackets falling apart to reveal his tented boxers, "Take me out." Wesley carefully eases Angel's cock out of his boxers, then looks up again, waiting for the next instruction. The recorded sound of Darla's moans fill the room as Lindsey continues to work.

"Do you want to suck my cock Wes?" Angel asks lowly, looking down on him.

Wes nods, shivering. "Yes, Angel. Please. I want to suck your cock." Spike chuckles at that. He shifts Dawn's position, lifting her easily, positioning her so she is now impaled on his cock. He holds her there, still, filled with him.

"Oh!" Dawn moans and shudders, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Keep going." Angel smirks. Wes licks around the head of Angel's cock, then takes it into his mouth, licking and starting to suck in his cheeks.

Spike whispers into Dawn's ear, "You like the show?" He rolls his hips in slow, lazy motions, sliding in and out of her in shallow strokes.

Her eyes open and she looks first at the TV screen and then over to Wes and Angel. "Oh my god!" She squeaks, her mouth dropping open. That catches Angel's attention and he looks over at her and quirks a brow.

Blushing, Dawn closes her mouth. "You weren't lying." She whispers to Spike out of the side of her mouth. Spike chuckles and nods, continuing his slow teasing motions. "Wes will have more than a mouthful." Wesley moans and tries to take in more of Angel's cock, stretching his jaw and pushing down, licking along the shaft.

Raising his other brow Angel smiles lopsidedly at Spike, "Spike, have you been talking about..."

"Oh yes! Yes!" Darla starts to writhe on the screen, gasping and whimpering. "More. Yes. That's it."

Angel narrows his eyes and growls as his attention is briefly caught by the video.

Spike licks his lips. "The subject may have come up." He looks down at Wes. "You may not want to choke the Watcher, though." Angel has unconsciously grabbed Wes' head, pushing his cock further into Wes' mouth and into his throat.

"Shit! Sorry Wes." Angel pulls back, letting him go.

"Why does he keep reacting like that?" Dawn dips her head to whisper her question in Spike's ear. Wes gasps a breath, then moves to take Angel's cock back into his mouth. He's not letting this opportunity pass.

Spike whispers to Dawn, "He's jealous of anyone getting to touch Darla."

"Is he the same about you?" She asks worried.

"It's a little different with me.” Spike strokes her cheek. “He'd only be upset if someone else tried to top me."

"Top?"

"Dominate. Use." Spike glances over at Wes and Angel meaningfully.

"He means that if anyone tried to fuck him, I'd rip their dick off through their arsehole." Angel interjects casually.

"That sums it up nicely." Spike laughs.

At that Dawn's comment is a simple. "Ouch." Wesley just moans as he continues to suck and bob on Angel's cock.

Spike's hands slide over Dawn's body. "No need for you to worry about that."

"Oh YES!" Darla's cry pulls everyone's attention, except Wes', to the screen. "Yes, yes, Angel!" Both her hands are gripped tightly in Lindsey's hair, one leg over his shoulder and her heel digging into his back. She comes with a wailed , "ANGELUS!!!"

Spike thrusts hard into Dawn at that. He had already known it was coming, and that Angel would react to it.

The sound and sight of Darla's orgasm pushes Angel's body into a shocking and sudden orgasm of his own, like a well trained Pavlov's dog. All these years and he's still completely her childe. Welsey struggles to swallow, not having expected this so soon.

In the wake of his climax, Angel stares at the screen in shock, frozen for a long moment before starting to laugh uproariously. "Oh that utter perfect Queen Bitch." Spike looks over at Angel. He can see it in Angel's eyes, scent it just below the surface. Angelus is very very close to coming back, and he needs to tell Darla to get re-embraced as quickly as she can.

Wide eyed, Dawn gapes at Angel. She's still rocking on Spike, her pussy hot and dripping from his attentions and the sight of first Darla's on screen climax and then the one of Wesley struggling to swallow Angel's come.

Darla slumps down on the mattress with a whimper before lifting her foot to kick Lindsey away. "Don't move, you're not finished yet." She tells him harshly, her voice husky and raw from her screams. Lindsey sits obediently on his heels, hands still behind his back.

Winding down from his hilarity, Angel looks over at Spike, a wild grin on his face. "Can you believe her?"

Answering Angel's grin with one of his own, Spike nods "She is still Darla."

"What?" Dawn asks in confusion.

Spike kisses the back of Dawn's neck. "I mean she may be human, but she's still as cruel as she ever was before."

"Why?" She's still confused as to why Angel was laughing.

Spike shakes his head. "It's a long story pet."

"Ok then." She shakes her head and drops it, concentrating instead on moving up and down more on Spike's cock. Spike groans and bucks harder, close to cumming himself.

Eyes on Dawn and Spike, Angel saunters towards them, leaving Wesley kneeling, his half-hard cock swaying. Spike looks over at Angel as he approaches, eyes locked with his Sire. His hands grip hard on Dawn's hips as he bucks.

Smirking, Angel's eyes are swirling amber as he holds Spike's gaze. He leans down, hand going between Dawn's parted legs. He caresses her spread pussy slowly before moving up to twist her swollen clit. He follows this by immediately grabbing and squeezing Spike's balls.

"Fuck!" Dawn cries out as she comes, bucking and squeezing down on Spike's cock.
Spike howls and bucks into Dawn, cumming at his Sire's touch. His eyes never leave his Sire's as he jerks his hips, his body spasming.

"Good boy." Angel purrs.

Spike stops his bucking, holding Dawn to him. "Thank you Sire."

"You're welcome childe."

Dawn is gasping and shivering in Spike's arms in aftershocks, and shock. Spike kisses her shoulder. "You awright, pet?"

"I think so." She mumbles.

"Is it my turn now Grandmummy?" A sweet girlish voice sounds through the room. Angel's eyes widen with horror and he turns to look at the screen.

"Oh fuck no..." Angel gasps.

"Interesting," Spike says. "Dru must've found her."

And there on the screen, naked except for a scarlet, ruffled panty and bra set is Drusilla. Lindsey's eyes widen a bit, and the look in them is a little terrified. It's obvious he's not really happy at the idea of Drusilla playing with him.

"Fuck." Angel whines.

"Of course Sweetie." Darla smiles up at Drusilla. "Have you put your own Pet away?"

"Oh yes Darla, Drusilla has been very good and made sure her dolly is comfortable for the night." Dru assures her.

"What pet?" Angel asks the screen in dread. Spike has to school his features very carefully not to betray anything. "Who knows? I feel sorry for whatever poor sod Drusilla's made into a dolly though."

"What does she mean by dolly?" Dawn asks curiously.

Spike kisses the back of Dawn's neck. "Dru tends to treat her pets like she would treat her china dolls. She doesn't always have the best grasp of human frailties or needs."

"Oh. What's a pet?" Angel groans and covers his face at Dawn’s innocent question. Spike looks over at Wes and then back at Dawn with a little grin. She follows his eyes and stares in confusion for a few moments before the confusion fades and she starts to blush, "Oh!” Wes hasn't moved from the position on the floor where Angel left him, still hard and wanting. He can't see the screen from his position, only hear the noises, and he can't see the others in the room without turning his head.
Dawn's reaction has drawn Angel's attention back to him, and the older vampire starts to shift a little awkwardly on his feet, his half hard prick still hanging out of his open trousers.

On the screen, Dru has stripped off the frilly underwear and perched herself daintily on the side of the bed beside Darla. "Well what are you waiting for pet." Darla drawls, "Get that wicked, lying tongue of yours to work."

Spike licks his lips. He can smell Angelus lurking just beneath the surface now. Angel's going almost purely on vampire imperatives now- treating Dawn like the prospective family she is, and Wes like a proper pet.

Lindsey whimpers and starts to work licking between Drusilla's thighs. "You'd better make it good." Darla warns Lindsey lazily, "Wouldn't want her to punish you now would you?" Lindsey whines softly and redoubles his efforts, obviously frightened at the prospect.

Despite his distraction, Angel is still aware of what's happening, aware enough to snarl, "Punish him anyway." Spike chuckles, he can't help it.

"Ooooh!" Drusilla is a lot less controlled than Darla, and she starts to mewl and squirm her pleasure quickly. "That's it pretty pet." Lindsey is visibly relieved and keeps working hard, again coming up for gasped breaths only when he has too.

Angel's attention is caught by Darla moving on the screen, switching position to lie on her front and watch - and incidentally framing her breasts for the camera. He groans and licks his lips. "Teasing bitch." Spike has to look as well, with a little appreciative moan.

"She is magnificent, isn't she Sire?"

"Yeah." Angel breathes, his cock twitching its renewed interest. Dawn finds herself looking too, her head tilted as she examines and compares the two women on the screen. She also finds herself a little more appreciative than she would have expected to be. "They're both very pretty."

Spike nuzzles the nape of Dawn's neck and strokes a hand over her belly. He whispers in her ear, "So are you." Dawn blushes and leans back into him.

"Thanks." She whispers back.

Snickering a little maliciously Angel watches screen-Dru wrap bury her fingers in Lindsey's hair and wrap her thighs almost completely around his head as she grinds against his mouth, andLindsey struggles to get occasional breaths as he keeps licking, working his tongue and lips on Dru. Spike has to suppress his own wicked grin. It was too much fun to torment Lindsey.

"Careful Dru," Darla admonishes, but without much urgency, "You don't want to suffocate him."

"Yes, oh!, yes Darla." Lindsey sucks in a deep breath as Dru lets him have a little more slack to move.

Angel mutters his disappointment. His cock is now fully hard once more, as he turns from the screen. Wes looks up at Angel. He's tried to be good and keep his eyes on the floor, but he can't help it any longer. He squirms at the sight of him. Angel looks down at him and blinks. "You ok there Wes?"

Wesley moans. "Yes, Angel," he manages to stammer out.

"Er... are you uncomfortable? Did you want to go or something?"

Wesley whimpers. "Please don't make me leave." He looks down at the floor. "I'll be a good boy." His voice is hoarse with need. Angel's mouth drops open for a moment as both eyebrows rise nearly to his hairline.

He comes back to himself to find that his cock is even harder, and his fangs have dropped a little. "Will you now?" He asks, his voice a little rough.

"Yes Sir." Wesley nods.

"Come closer then."

Wesley stays on his knees, crawling over towards Angel. Spike turns Dawn's face to watch the little tableau unfolding in front of them.

She switches her gaze from the screen where Drusilla his now lying on the bed with her feet wide apart, resting her heels on the bed and rocking her hips against Lindsey's attentions, to where Angel is slowly stroking his hand up and down his hard prick. Wesley is in front of Angel now, on his knees, face only a few inches from Angel's cock. His eyes are dark with arousal. Spike licks his lips and slides his hands up to cup Dawn's breasts. He knows from personal experience how sweet of a little sub the Watcher can be.

"What do you want Wesley?" Angel asks in a low tone.

"I want to serve you," Wes whispers.

"Serve me how?"

"However you want." Wes looks up at him. "But right now...I really want to serve your cock. With my mouth, or my ass...whichever you prefer." Angel just stares at him for long moments, all the time stroking himself casually.

Spike purrs and whispers into Dawn's ear. "Which do you think he'll choose?" Wesley stays perfectly in place, wrists crossed at the small of his back.

"Umm," Dawn bites her lips and squirms in Spike's lap. "I don't know, which do you think?"

Spike chuckles softly. "I'm hoping for his ass. I want to see him bugger the Watcher." Angel flicks a smirk Spike's way. Spike winks at his Sire.

"Where's the lube Spike? I'm sure you have some on you." Angel returns his gaze to Wesley's respectful pose. Spike grins and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a small tube and tossing it to Angel.

"Get up." Angel tells Wesley, tossing him the lube. "Bend over the desk and prep your hole... slowly."

"Yes Sir,"Wesley says, and rises with a moan. He moves to stretch himself over the desk, and squirts lube on his fingers. He pushes one into him, circling it, thrusting it in slowly. Dawn watches unabashedly. Wes keeps working, sliding another finger in, stretching himself.

"That's a good boy Wesley, make it a good show." Angel stops stroking his cock long enough to pull his shirt off, draping it over a chair.

Spike nuzzles Dawn's neck. "He's had good training for this already. I'm thinking the Watchers are a right pervy lot." Dawn giggles, and tilts her head for him.

"Daddy!!!!" Everyone's jumps at the sound of Drusilla's screech and they all turn to watch as she comes, loudly. "Daddydaddydaddy oh! YES!"

"She's always been a vocal one." Angel says dryly. He's rather smug and amused though that Lindsey has again put in all the work only for the credit to go to Angel himself.

Spike laughs out loud at that. "Yes she has."

"I'm not that loud am I?" Dawn whispers to Spike.

Before Spike can answer, Angel turns to reply to her, "Yes, you are." Spike grins and kisses her. She, of course, blushes with mortification. Wesley goes back to preparing himself, working in a third finger with a groan which brings Angel's attention back to him. "You'd be best go for four fingers." He warns Wesley, sounding a little wicked.
Wesley whimpers and nods, pressing in a fourth finger, gasping as he stretches himself wide.

Spike watches Wesley, tilting his head. "He reminds me a bit of me as a fledge."

"Yeah me too." Angel smiles, "Though of course, there's only ever been one you." Spike blushes at that, and purrs audibly.

"Well done Lindsey," The TV screen shows a smirking Darla, "You've worked yourself out of further punishment." She kneels up and looks down on him, eyes glittering with cruelty.

Lindsey moans and bows his head, looking at the floor. "Thank you Mistress."

"Hands crossed behind your back and forehead to the floor." Darla instructs, "Don't even think of falling asleep." Lindsey whimpers pitifully as he moved to obey her, getting into the uncomfortable position.

Angel turns to watch the screen as Wesley continues to stretch himself.

Darla pulls Drusilla up to kneel beside her, and they kiss lewdly, pressing and rubbing against each other, flashes of their tongues visible between their mouths.

"Fuck." Angel groans quietly.

"Woah!" Dawn watches them, eyes a little round, she's never two women kissing and touching like that before. Spike keeps stroking his hands on Dawn's breasts.

"You like that?"

"I...I..." Dawn's answer is slow coming. "I... think... maybe?"

Spike licks her ear. "Maybe you'd like to try it sometime and see?"

"... Maybe."

The onscreen kiss ends slowly and both Darla and Drusilla turn to face the camera which has slowly zoomed in on them. "Hope you've enjoyed the show Angel." Darla drawls.

"Fucking know I have you bitch." Angel growls. Spike suppresses another snicker.

"I think Drusilla and I shall have a bit more fun before bedtime." Darla licks her lips and blinks seductively. "I hope that *you're* going to have as much fun as we are." She and Drusilla giggle and fall to the mattress in a tangle of limbs. The camera lingers on them for a moment before it flickers and the picture disappears.

"Oh Darla, my love," Angel breathes darkly, turning his gaze to where Wesley is spread across his desk. "I think I shall."