A Family Again

by VampireVixon

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the plot or dialogue of "Crush" (or any other phrases that seem familiar). I also don't own the characters. But can you imagine if I did? Two gorgeous vampires lying in wait in my bed...Hell! Let's pretend I'm bi for a teensy sec...Four gorgeous vampires lying in wait in my bed...yum...Okay, sorry, I'm back. Joss, ME, and all the other brilliant gods we worship own it all...I just fantasize and type.

PAIRINGS: FFFF (Fanged Four Family Fun)--S/Dru, A(us)/D, S/D, S/A(us), A(us)/Dru, D/Dru and any combination of the above (that means orgies, people, so if you're not comfortable with that--well, ask yourself why not because, in all honesty, you may need a doctor).

RATING: NC17

WARNINGS: sex, BDSM, bloodplay, het, slash, femslash, some violence and course language, and character death (none of the Fanged Four die...again...don't worry)

SUMMARY: What if Harmony's fingers had slipped on her crossbow in "Crush" and her arrow hit Buffy instead of Spike? This story starts off as Spike/Dru, but will soon develop into a Fanged Four reunion piece (a completely plausible one, or so I hope).

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am open to a wide variety of pairings--it all depends on what mood I'm in. One of my all time favorites, if not my absolute favorite, is FFFF. I also firmly believe that Drusilla is the best match Spike has ever had, and will be until the glorious day when the walls between realities shift and Spike meets me. But in the mean time, I just want him to be happy. Whenever I watch "Crush"--one of my all-time favorite episodes--I always want Spike to end up with Dru. He would be so much happier! I finally decided I couldn't take it any more--I had to change the ending. The bit between the lines of *** at the beginning of this story is just the transcript of the scene from "Crush" that I'm so politely interrupting (thanks, buffyworld.com!). Feel free to skip that if you already know all the dialogue (don't be ashamed--I do, too). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it! Thanks to all my dear Betas: G.I.A.T.W.T. (Glee, In All The Wrong Things),Cold-blooded Jelly Donut, and Tragedy Beckons for your encouragement!

DISTRIBUTION: Want. Take. Have. Just please be sure to let me know so I can have a happy!

FEEDBACK: Please is not a strong enough word! This is my first fic ever, so I need the support to keep me going. I have been an avid BtVS and AtS fanfic reader for a few years now and have always wanted to write something. Now I finally am, and I want to make sure everything is completely canonical, in character, and 100% believable (redundant, I know, but I wanted to clarify). All it takes is a quick email to vampirevixonbtvs@yahoo.com and I'll love you forever!

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A/N: Hi, all! THANK YOU SO MUCH for all of the amazing reviews (I guess guilt-tripping really works)! I felt so motivated that I wrote as fast as I could--and I have written the longest chapter yet. I really hope you all like it!

Once again, one of the many fun and fabulous reviews made me want to clarify something: I love Lindsey. I think he is an amazing character and really sexy. I even paid him homage by having Spike think, regarding Darla, "Woman should have her own series," which is a line Lindsey says in "Dear Boy". The only reason I killed him off is that I think it is what Darla would actually do to protect Angelus from any possible risk posed by Lindsey's jealousy. I would have had a grand old time writing Mr. McDonald, but I just don't see him fitting into this particular fic. I also realize that Lindsey fully grasps that Darla is a vampire, and all that that implies. I suggested that he does not completely understand the speed of vampiric healing, because canonically, he doesn't. In "Epiphany", Lindsey still believes that Darla is injured from the fire when she has, in fact, already regained her strength. I had Darla say, "[Lindsey] told me that if [Dru] didn't come back with Spike, he wanted me to move into his apartment. Can you imagine?...He still thinks I'm weak from the fire," to show that if Harmony's arrow had not slipped, and Spike had thus not returned with Dru, the Jossverse would have progressed exactly as it did on screen. I hope that clears things up! Enjoy Chapter Six!

To all readers in London, my thoughts and prayers are with you.


Chapter Six

By the time the anesthesia had completely worn off, the small incision hidden beneath Spike's hair was nearly healed, due in part to the skill and sorcery of the surgeon, and in part to the healthy dose of sire's blood Drusilla had provided.

"Are you alright, love?" Dru asked as she, Spike, and Darla stepped out into the cool night air.

"Yeah. I...I can't believe the chip's out. It's finally out. I just can't seem to wrap my brain around it."

"No pun intended," Darla jibed.

"I mean I saw it. Not some bloody penny, but the real piece of plastic--with its soddin' microchips and flashy Christmas lights. It's out of my cranium for good. I can finally be me."

"My dog has lost his muzzle and now he can be bad again." Drusilla let out a growling bark and then clapped her hands happily.

"Let's celebrate! How about a little dancing with our drinks?" Darla suggested.

"I'm up for a club. What do you say, pet? Want to go dancing? I need you to help me pick my first post-op kill."

"I can choose anyone I want for you?" When Spike nodded, Dru's eyes gleamed with excitement. "It must be someone special. Someone perfect..."

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Two older teenagers rocked out to the music playing at the Key Club that night.

"Ooo, look at that guy over there--he's absolutely gorgeous!"

"He's not really my type, being a he and all."

"Type-shmype. I can see his cheekbones from across the room."

On the other side of the dance floor, Spike was enjoying the jealous stares of the other clubbers as both Darla and Drusilla gyrated against him in time to the music. Both women had fed on their way in on a couple caught making out in the deserted parking lot, and Spike loved the borrowed heat radiating off of them. It was now time for him to feed--and tonight he could finally feed himself.

Drusilla's head swayed from side to side before suddenly snapping still, her eyes fixed on a young girl dancing on the opposite side of the floor. "Eany, meany, miney, moe. Catch a slayer by the toe." She abruptly ended her song and began to question, "Will it be you, I wonder, to wear the mantle and wield the stake?" She turned her attention to her childe. "I found you your supper, my Spike." Drusilla identified the girl with one long, pointed finger. "She's a potential."

"A potential what, now?" Spike asked over the din.

"Slayer."

A potential slayer--Spike hadn't knowingly come across one of those in decades! His eyes began to sparkle with anticipation and Darla's lips twisted into a sinister smile.

"Dru, luv, you found me the perfect treat." He leaned down and gave her a kiss in gratitude.

"I'll seduce her for you so we can have our privacy," Dru told him.

"Isn't that usually my job, kitten?"

"She only likes kittens. Likes to lick their cream with her silver bauble." Dru leaned in and whispered to her companions, "Only women can make her mewl."

"In that case, I'll just have to play too," Darla interjected. "I'm awfully good with women," she smiled knowingly at Dru, who readily returned the gaze. Addressing Spike, Darla continued, "We'll lure her into the back room and you can follow us in for the kill."

"Well, this should be right amusing." Spike walked over to a spot at the main bar where he could easily view the entire encounter, and ordered himself a highly underrated American beer. He then sat down to enjoy the show. If he listened closely, he could catch the entire conversation.

"I'm getting bored and I'm kinda thirsty. I'm gonna go see if they card. You want anything?" Kennedy shook her head. "Okay, then I'll leave you to your chick hunt and go get a drink." Kennedy barely had a chance to miss her half-sister before she noticed a beautiful brunette gliding straight towards her. She tried not to look stunned as a pair of mysterious eyes stared at her. The nineteen-year-old put on her best sexy smile and returned the stare.

"Dance with me, my lovely." Without waiting for an answer, Drusilla wrapped a slender arm around the girl's waist and pulled her closer. Kennedy began to dance, and Dru writhed against her with serpentinian movements. By the time the song ended, Kennedy was wet and wanting.

Drusilla grasped her hand and guided her over to a table on the edge of the dance floor (she glanced up quickly to make sure they were sitting in Spike's line of vision, but Kennedy was too distracted to notice).

"Did you enjoy that?"

Kennedy nodded. What was wrong with her, she wondered to herself? She was usually so confident, but this woman was so beautiful and she sent a strange tingling feeling down Kennedy's spine that threw her off balance. It seemed almost like a warning instinct she couldn't explain. Get a grip, she scolded herself. "Damn right I enjoyed it," she replied with a coy smile. There, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Drusilla reciprocated the smile--the silly child was playing right into her hands. "How do you know I'm even what you want, dearie?"

Aha! A question Kennedy knew she could answer with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back. Without hesitation, she began the well-rehearsed speech that had worked on every girl she had dated since the tenth grade: "I don't know for sure. That wouldn't be any fun. The fun part is the process of--of getting to know a girl. It's like--it's like flirting in code. It's using body language and laughing at the right jokes and--and looking into her eyes, and knowing she's still whispering to you, even when she's not saying a word." For once, Kennedy felt like she really could hear the voice of the woman across the table whispering inside her head. "And that sense that if you can just touch her, just once, everything will be okay, for both of you. That's how you can tell." Then she sat back and put on a practiced grin. "Or if she's really hot, you just get her drunk-see if she comes on to you."

"Do you want to get me drunk?"

Darla heard Drusilla's question from where she stood concealed by the crowd, and took the double meaning as her cue to enter the scene. "Careful Dru, you know we both have a tendency to drink too much." The blonde then turned to Kennedy. "Hi, there. Exactly whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

"Name's Kennedy. What's yours?"

"Darla," she answered with bubble-gummy sweetness. Kennedy didn't know why, but she got the same tingly warning from this woman's presence as from the brunette's (what was her name? Dru?). She dismissed it as intense, hormone-induced arousal, and plowed forward.

"Are you two together?" Kennedy tried to feign disinterest as she noticed Darla stroking Dru's hair.

"We had a thing a while ago, and it's recently been," Darla cracked a smile, "resurrected." She put her hand over Kennedy's on the table and began caressing it with her thumb. "But we're always hunting for fresh blood. Y'know, to spice things up."

"Fresh, hot blood." Drusilla reached out and brushed a piece of hair from Kennedy's face.

A threesome! They were talking about a threesome! Well, there was a first time for everything, Kennedy thought to herself. How could she possibly refuse such a tempting offer? "I'd be glad to provide the trois to your menage a."

Darla forced out a giggle of false amusement. "What say the three of us go in the back room and get to know each other a little better?"

"Whatever you want," Kennedy replied, not-so-seductively.

As the three rose and made their way toward the empty back room, Kennedy didn't notice that Dru lagged briefly behind her and Darla, turned around, and slipped momentarily into vampface as a signal to the man at the bar to follow them.

Up onstage, however, Aimee Mann did notice. "Man, I hate playing vampire towns," she thought to herself for the hundredth time before opening her mouth and beginning the next verse of her song.

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"I don't think we're supposed to be back here," Kennedy remarked as she looked around the room.

"Well, that's part of the fun, now isn't it?"

"Come, my little jaguar, sit by me."

Kennedy sat next to Dru on a small sofa and Darla soon sat at the potential's other side, leg touching leg. Dru began tracing small circles on Kennedy's upper thigh while Darla spoke. "So, why don't you tell Dru and I all about you?" The blonde giggled and pointed at Kennedy, letting the tip of her finger brush against the girl's breast bone for a second.

"Okay, that's one topic I'm well-versed it. My half-sister and I are visiting from Manhattan for--"

She was interrupted by a husky voice from the doorway. "Is this strictly a hen party, or can a bloke join in?" He swaggered into the room and shut the door behind him.

"Get lost, perv. We're busy" What was it with guys and lesbians?

"Oh, come on, pet. I just wanna dance with you."

"No thanks, Billy Idol." Dru was full-on stroking her thigh now, and Darla had started running her fingers through her dark hair, so all Kennedy wanted to do was get rid of this guy and get on with it.

"But how can I possibly resist?" Spike continued, unabashed. "What with that low-cut top of yours..."

Wait. She knew she wasn't attracted to him, so why was this guy giving off that same weird tingle? "Yeah, well, you can stop staring at my boobs, 'cause your manly hands aren't getting anywhere near them."

"It wasn't your boobs I was admiring, luv." Suddenly, he vamped--ridges forming, gold eyes shining, fangs flashing. "It was your neck."

Kennedy only allowed herself an instant of shock before reaching down and grabbing a stake from the hidden holster in her knee-high boot. She silently rejoiced that for once she had actually listened to her watcher and brought a weapon along with. Too bad they didn't make boot-sized crossbows.

"Don't worry, I can handle this," Kennedy said to the women behind her, her stake at the ready and her tone overly-confident.

"Is that a fact?" Darla asked too calmly.

"My faith rides with the shining knight."

Then it finally hit Kennedy: they were all vampires. Shit! She looked from one to the next to the next. Triple shit! Okay, she could do this. She was a potential slayer, after all. Maybe--

Suddenly, she was grasped from behind by large muscular arms--her own arms trapped uselessly at her sides. A taunting voice reached her ear: "Come on, you're a potential--you must have some fight in you. I need a good spot of violence tonight."

He wanted a fight? Well, she'd give him one, she decided. She put all her strength into a fierce head-butt and knocked him backwards. "Y'know, I never thought I'd enjoy giving a guy head, but that kinda rocked." As she spoke, she readied herself for another attack.

"No complaints on this end," Spike replied, also assuming battle stance. "Although, I have to admit, I've had better." She lunged forward and attempted a quick series of punches. "Maybe Dru and Darla can give you a few pointers," he said, blocking each punch. Finally, she landed a kick to his side, causing him to stagger slightly. The look of triumph on her face was quickly removed by Spike's hard punch to her jaw. He smiled in glee. Spike had hit a human and oh, the pain, the pain...was gone.

Kennedy recovered, and soon the two were circling each other. "Knew I'd get that dance." he kicked her at hip level--only hard enough to make her gasp and hop slightly to her left. After all, her didn't want the dance to end too soon. Kennedy put as much force as she could muster behind a punch to Spike's face. He feigned being in more pain than he was in an effort to get her guard down. "Gotta love potentials. All the will of a slayer without the pesky super strength," he thought to himself.

Pleased with her punch, Kennedy glanced at Darla and Dru, both of whom were clearly enjoying the show. "You two just gonna sit and watch?" she mocked. Spike came at her and the two fighters exchanged another series of harsh blows and several fierce kicks.

"Always loved voyeurism," Darla answered with a smirk.

"No fair going into the ring unless he tags us first," Dru added, remembering.

Kennedy was nearly winded; Spike could tell. She gathered all her remaining power and rushed at him, the stake she still held poised at his heart. Spike easily grabbed her wrist in one hand and landed a mean punch to her stomach with the other. She doubled over, the continued pressure on her wrist causing her to drop her stake. As it clattered to the ground, Spike used one last kick to sweep her legs out from under her. He straddled her hips and pinned her arms to the floor. Kennedy tried to kick, tried to fight, but it was no good. Leaning in for the kill, Spike made sure he had her full attention before saying, "And for the record, Billy Idol stole his look from me." With that, he sank his fangs into her soft neck.

Pull after pull of hot blood ran down his throat like elixir. Once the body was drained, Spike rose slowly to his feet and stalked over to where the two women sat, applauding his victory. He knelt down between them in front of the couch--his eyes smiling, sinful. They stopped clapping. Darla opened her mouth to comment on his impressive kill, but something in his look made her close it again. Silently, he dragged first one of his pale wrists and then the other against his right fang and held them out to Darla and Drusilla. "Ladies..." he offered.

Drusilla latched onto his wrist immediately, and he took a second to savor the sensation before turning his gaze to Darla. She was so tempted; helping to seduce the girl and then witnessing Spike's victory over her had greatly excited the blonde. The smell of the sweet, hot blood flooded her nostrils. She watched a single drop of the liquor about to drip from his wrist to the floor. Surrendering to her instincts, Darla leaned forward and caught it with her tongue before finally latching onto his wrist, as well. Spike groaned at the sight of both female heads bobbing and the feeling of both mouths sucking.

The taste of a potential's blood, while extraordinarily delicious and certainly an aphrodisiac, was nowhere near as strong as that of a true slayer. As Spike's own head fell back in pleasure, he couldn't help being grateful of that fact; he knew that otherwise they may never make it back to the hotel.

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Turning the doorknob, Spike couldn't help but notice that the cuts on his wrists were almost completely healed. The instant the door to the hotel room was open, Drusilla pushed her childe into the suite and attacked his mouth. Darla slipped in behind them and locked the door. Violence always aroused her, and watching Spike kill that potential had proven particularly exciting. While Spike's fighting style lacked Angelus' artistry, it possessed a certain cockiness--a wit that Darla had forgotten she enjoyed. His rough-and-tumble movements had been so perfected over the years that there was now a high degree of grace to them, and being unable to hurt humans for a year had only brought his vibrancy back with a vengeance. Yes, indeed, watching that fight had made Darla proud--and very aroused.

Spike gasped when Dru's mouth finally left his and her hands began pulling up his T-shirt (having already pushed his duster to the ground). Drusilla and Darla had cooled down--on the frenzied walk to the hotel--from the few mouthfuls of potential's blood, but Spike was still warm, and the sensation of Dru's cool fingertips on his heated flesh made him groan. He felt more awake, more powerful than he had since the chip. No, even before that: since parting with Dru. But he had her now and he was never letting go.

The second that his shirt hit the carpet, he pulled Drusilla to him fiercely and began to kiss, lick, and bite her neck (although he decided to save the fangs for later). His hands found her zipper and he made quick work of releasing her from her dress. Dru began to whimper slightly from the feel of skin against skin and of his ministrations to her sensitive throat. Spike glanced up to see the pleasure on her face, but his attention was drawn to the woman over her shoulder. Darla was staring at his bare chest, and he couldn't help but notice the tip of her pink tongue subconsciously poke out to moisten her lips. Spike hid his smirk in Dru's neck and whispered huskily into her ear. "Looks like Darla's all alone over there, pet. Why don't you go invite her to play?"

Drusilla hated to leave Spike's embrace, but was overjoyed by this turn of events: the next step on the lovely, wicked path to the reunion that every voice inside her was pleading for. She glided over to Darla and smiled when she saw the way the blonde was absentmindedly stroking her breast through the fabric of her tight dress. "Grandmum's all hot."

"Would be if I could be, Dru, but fortunately, you and your pearly whites took care of that for me," she replied with a grateful smile.

"I took your heat." Drusilla placed her hands on her grandsire's hips. "Shall I give it back to you?" The brunette leaned in and began a languid kiss. For a moment, Darla just enjoyed the feel of Drusilla's soft lips on hers, of Drusilla's tongue exploring her mouth. Then, Darla took control. She sucked Dru's bottom lip between her teeth, reveling in the moan she caused, before conquering the girl's mouth with her experienced tongue.

Spike couldn't help grinning--the sight of the two women together was even better than he remembered. He also couldn't help growing hard. When Darla finally broke the kiss, Drusilla reached up and felt her grandsire's forehead as if checking for fever. "But you're still cold." Dru walked behind her, her next words tickling Darla's ear. "My Spike's warm skin will heat you up." She then gave her a gentle push toward Spike, but Darla soon recovered herself and walked the rest of the way over to him with perfect poise, her hips swaying slightly with every step. Still standing behind her, Drusilla unfastened the back of Darla's dress and worked it off until it lay kicked to the corner of the room, forgotten.

Spike drank in the sight of her nubile figure clad in only red lace undergarments. He smirked. "Red as ruby-hued ranunculus. Always the harlot."

"Red as ruby-hued ranunculus?" Darla laughed. "Always the poet."

"Shut your gob," he said--but he was smiling.

"Make me," her tone was daring, her eyes shining in anticipation.

Now, it was Darla's turn to have her mouth conquered. His lips pressed hard against hers as their tongues battled for dominance. Darla savored the nearly forgotten taste of him--blood, smoke, masculinity, a trace of Drusilla, and that other, indefinable something that was just *him*. When at last Spike allowed their lips to break apart, he noticed Darla was again staring at his exposed torso. Her eyes couldn't seem to get enough of the perfectly sculpted muscles carved in the marble of his chest--a chest that was even sexier than the last time she had seen it. All she wanted was to taste it--to feel each muscle quiver under her tongue. And whatever Darla wanted, Darla got.

She placed her small hands on him and pushed him into a sitting position on the end of the bed, before leaning in and starting to lick her way down the alabaster expanse of his chest. She scraped her teeth roughly over a nipple as she passed it, and earned a quiet, "Bloody hell!" When she reached his abs, she paid each muscle special attention--tracing some with the tip of her tongue, while taking others in her mouth and briefly sucking them. Meanwhile, Dru had started doing some sucking of her own on Spike's sensitive neck from where she knelt behind him on the bed. The woman kneeling in front of him decided once again that she loved the feel of hard muscle under cooling silken skin.

She couldn't help noticing, however, that further down there was something even harder. After twirling her tongue in his navel, she bit with blunt teeth on the muscles right below it and felt them twitch as he moaned. Darla's mouth all over his torso was driving him insane and if Dru didn't get her talented tongue out of his ear, he didn't know what he would--Oh God! He hadn't noticed his belt being removed, but suddenly his zipper was drawn down and his cock sprang free of its painful prison. Spike was able to gather just enough concentration to lift his hips for a moment so Darla could remove his jeans, and then all he could focus on was her fingers holding said hip bones and her glorious, highly-trained mouth.

Darla realized as she admired his impressive erection, that at least one part of Spike's body hadn't changed at all. As she ran the flat of her tongue against the sensitive underside and heard his sharp intake of breath, Darla couldn't help remembering the first time she had seen his penis when he was a fledgling--the first time she had felt it inside her. She had realized then how fortunate for her little family it was that Dru had chosen someone so well-endowed to sire. As she let a hand slip down to scratch at his balls and ran her pointed tongue over the slit, Darla recalled how she herself had chatted with a bar maid who had spent time between Liam's bed sheets so she could be certain he possessed more than the necessary attributes before she lured him into that alley. But she knew Drusilla would never have considered such a thing.

"Darla, please!"

She was tracing each vein with the tip of her tongue when she heard his plea. She loved the sound of his voice like that--raspy with need--and rewarded it by engulfing his cock in her mouth at long last. Spike's eyes closed and he let his head fall back, only to feel Dru's hand tangle in his hair, her nails lightly digging into his scalp.

Darla sucked in her cheeks with the force of a hoover. No, Drusilla would never have considered the size of William's cock before she made him her knight because she was a romantic--and so was he. Luckily, Darla thought as her head bobbed up and down eliciting all sorts of delicious sounds, he was a romantic with a big cock.

Spike fought for control. With Darla swirling her tongue over and over again around his length and then deep throating him and Drusilla's tongue using the same swirling motion in figure eights around his sire-marks, Spike's orgasm was fast approaching. He couldn't hold out much longer--not with 400 years of experience sucking on him. Just when he felt his balls tighten, Drusilla's fangs pierced his neck. The two of them both powerfully sucking threw him over the edge into a mind-blowing climax.

Once he recovered, and Dru had lapped at his wound until it closed, Spike noticed that Darla was licking her lips. He couldn't help feeling delighted that she had decided to swallow.

"Well, you certainly have that skill perfected. Thanks, luv."

"Angelus always said no one had a mouth like mine," Darla gloated as she rose gracefully to her feet.

Dru whined slightly. "But Daddy said that to me."

"Think he fed all three of us the same line, poodle," Spike commented and stroked her raven hair, before reaching out, grabbing Darla's waist between strong hands and pulling her towards him. "Now, let's see if we can't find some good use for *my* 'no one-has-a-mouth-like mine' mouth, shall we?" With that, he unhooked her red bra and threw it to the floor before taking one slow lick of the sensitive strip of skin in between her full, gorgeous breasts. A shiver ran through her, and both her nipples instantly hardened. He then ran his tongue along the underside of each breast, careful to avoid the pink peaks. Darla's hands clutched in his hair in frustration, and he finally attacked her left nipple. He beat his tongue repeatedly against it and Darla could feel her legs begin to weaken at the intense pleasure. He let his human teeth tentatively graze it and Darla whimpered. She hadn't changed, Spike thought to himself, as he trailed a finger down her sensitive stomach and into her panties to trace her slit. He found her already sopping and smiled against her breast before strengthening his assault. He sucked the entire left breast into his mouth and reached his free hand up to squeeze the right one hard at the same second he thrust two fingers into her.

Darla cried out in surprise and Spike began a steady pace with his fingers, letting his thumb continually brush her swollen clit. he began a series of hard bites on the same nipple while he started to pinch the other one, his two fingers never ceasing to thrust in and out of her. She moaned loudly.

"Darla likes the pain," Drusilla observed, making a cooing sound in the back of her throat as she came to stand behind her and hold her up. Dru's eyes shown with envy and arousal.

"That I do," Darla breathed. Then, coherent thought escaped her. Spike added a third finger and pushed his thumb down on her clit, moving it in small circles. Darla could feel her orgasm building to impossible heights when Spike finally moved his mouth to her right breast. He sunk his fangs into the supple skin above her nipple and began to drink as he increased the pressure on her clit even more.

Darla came hard, the world shattering around her, as she slumped into Drusilla's waiting arms. Spike picked her up and laid her on the bed, removing her panties and motioning for Dru to sit behind her head. The instant Darla had come down, he handed her wrists to Dru. "Hold these there and don't let go." Without warning, Spike shot his tongue inside Darla's channel, still wet and drastically over-sensitized from her orgasm. He proceeded to use it to message her swollen tissue and she began to whimper as the pleasure built yet again. That noise alone made him hard. Spike's nose repeatedly hit her clit as his tongue danced inside of her and Darla began to swear.

She desperately wanted to grip the peroxide head between her legs, or even just grasp the bed sheets for greater purchase, but with her wrists in Drusilla's iron grip, all Darla could do was hope he didn't stop. Spike slipped his tongue out of her passage so he could lick aggressively at her clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth, and when he bit down on it, he felt Darla instantly launch into a second violent orgasm.

The ache in Drusilla's core was now unbearable. If she'd had a pulse, she would have been able to feel it in her clit. She released Darla's wrists, letting the blonde lie there boneless, and quickly shed her own bra and underwear. Dru spread herself out on the empty side of the bed. "Time for Princess," she said, eyes glistening, as she raised her own wrists above her head in mimicry of Darla's former position.

"It certainly is," Spike replied, his voice thick with lust. He made his way over to her with the look of a tiger on the hunt. He ran a single fingertip lightly over her wrists and leaned in to whisper against her ear, "Leave them there."

His command caused a chill down her spine and she nodded her head submissively. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, vamped, and pierced it with a fang before returning to his human guise and licking off the few rich drops of blood. She moaned and leaned into the painful caress, but was careful not to lower her arms. He could smell how wet she was and he positioned himself at her opening. Her legs were spread wide, welcoming him, but he entered her with tantalizing slowness. At first, he let only his head probe her folds, and then he began to enter her inch by torturous inch. Dru was so turned on from watching him with Darla that she couldn't stand it anymore. A voice inside was screaming at her to grab his firm ass and push him deep inside herself--but she knew she mustn't listen. Instead, she let out a desperate, "Please?"

Spike's smile widened as she granted him total dominance, and he slid the rest of the way into her. They both gasped aloud at the feel of him finally filling her, of her fitted around him. He then pulled out with infinite slowness, but thrust back in hard and fast, his pubic bone hitting her clit and eliciting yet another gasp.

Spike set a pace of quick, primal thrusts followed by agonizingly slow withdrawals that had Drusilla writhing beneath him, her slender arms pinned obediently above her head. As Dru's jaw clenched in effort, Spike heard a whisper in his ear: "Don't let her recover." Spike looked down and made sure Dru's eyes were closed, her head thrashing from side to side as he repeatedly rubbed against her g-spot, before looking over and winking acknowledgement to Darla. He quickened his movement at last and heard a chorus of "Yes! Yes! Yes!" from beneath him before his lover's body tensed and then exploded, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her spasming form.

Drusilla felt Spike shoot his seed deep within her, but then, all of a sudden, he was gone. A cool tongue began to circle her sensitive clit while Dru was still riding out the tail end of her orgasm. As Darla's tongue continued to stimulate her, Dru felt another climax begin to build. Everything in her head was spinning. She dug her fingernails into her palms to keep her wrists above her head until she felt Spike's strong hands gently lowering her arms. The pain in her arm muscles as they were brought down only intensified her pleasure, and she whimpered in great need of release--she was hovering right on the edge. Darla lifted her mouth and blew teasingly at the unsheathed clit in front of her. "What's wrong, Dru?"

"*Please.* Please, Darla! Please!"

Darla licked the nubbin lightly, but not enough to push her over. "Please what, Drusilla?"

"Please. Please let me come! Please, Darla!"

Satisfied, Darla sucked it into her mouth hard and Spike reached over and pinched both of Dru's nipples at the same instant. The combined sensations catapulted her into another savage orgasm.

Darla felt a hard slap on her ass. "Mmm," she sighed, lifting her head from between Dru's legs to look at Spike. "What was that for?"

"You made Dru beg. Now I want to hear the same from you. Although you can substitute all those 'Please, Darla!'s for 'Please, Spike!'s" he said with a smirk. He reached over and guided her closer, until she was kneeling right next to where he sat on the bed. "Now, lay yourself down across my lap." Honestly, he wasn't sure if she would go for it, but he could tell she wanted to come again and he was eager to see how far he could push her. Without warning, he slapped her ass again.

At first, she wasn't going to do it, but it had been eons since she had done something like this, and his smirk was so sexy, and that second slap had hurt so good. What the hell? Why not? Darla made a show of draping herself across Spike's waiting lap.

"Oh, and Darla? You're not allowed to touch yourself."

Slap!

"Mmm..." she moaned in pleasure.

Slap!

That one hit the other cheek.

Slap!

He switched again.

Slap!

That one hit the tender spot where her thigh met her buttocks.

Slap!

He paused and his fingers felt along her slit to see how wet she was. His findings made him smile.

Slap!

The pain was turning her on so much she began to wriggle.

Slap!

She could feel his erection pressing against her upper thigh and it only intensified her own need.

Slap!

Every time he lowered his hand onto her ass, it was on a new place, until her entire bottom glowed a nice rosy pink.

Slap!

He ran his cool hand over her stinging ass, caressing it, before slipping two fingers inside her channel and brushing them against her g-spot until she was on the cusp of climax. He pulled them out and:

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

She cried out in pain and pleasure, and he stopped to message her clit, again working her up before denying her release. He kept repeating this teasing process: a series of slaps, dangling her on the edge, and then pulling her back and continuing the spanking. She squirmed in his lap in an effort for friction.

Slap!

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore; the pain just made her need pleasure all the more. He wanted her to beg? Fine. "Please, Spike. Please."

Slap!

"Please what, pet?"

Slap!

"Please let me come." He flipped her onto her back and she hissed and instantly rose to her knees as the sheets made contact with her sore bottom.

He laughed and laid back. "How's the pain, luv?"

"Delicious," she replied honestly, her voice sultry. Spike gripped her waist and pulled her up over his erection. "You want to come, do you? Take what you want." With that, he loosened his hold and let her lower herself onto him. "No one said I wasn't a gentleman," he breathed as she let out a growl. The feeling of him inside her was incredible--she had nearly forgotten. After a few experimental bounces, Darla found the best angle and began a fast rhythm. She ground her distended clit against his pubic bone every time she lowered herself. She was so close from the spanking; it wouldn't take her long.

The sight of her using his body to gain her own pleasure was enthralling. He rolled his hips up to meet her, while he rolled her nipples between his fingers, running his thumb over the bite mark he had left earlier. In retaliation, she squeezed her inner muscles as hard as she could and he felt his legs buckle and his eyes roll up. He reached around and grabbed her ass, sending pain shooting through her. Darla reveled in it and, with one final grind downward, she came. Her inner muscles clamping and shuttering around him sent Spike into his own powerful release.

Darla collapsed onto Spike's chest and he held her a moment before pulling out and moving her to lie against his side. Sated, she spooned against him, resting her head on his chest, her fingers lazily tracing one dusky nipple.

Suddenly, Spike felt a hand encircle his length and slowly pump him back to hardness. He looked up and met Drusilla's deep, beautiful eyes. They were dark with desire.

"Bloody hell, woman! Are you tryin' to kill me?"

"Already did," she replied as she moved to straddle him. Darla laughed and he began to toy with her breast as she met Drusilla's lips for a sensuous kiss over his shoulder.

The three of them had hours upon hours to kill before their meeting with Halfrek--and then they would finally learn how they would rid Angelus of his soul.

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A/N: Say it with me now: vampire stamina! Wow, I didn't know I had that in me...I suppose I could have made this into two seperate chapters, but I didn't want to have one that was all violence and one that was all sex, so I put them together. They are vampires, after all. All of your wonderful reviews really kept me on track while I was writing this chapter, so thank you again. Strange Bint bestowed the greatest honor ever by asking me if I was Marti Noxon! I read that review and my head spun around and exploded (don't worry, Giles, that was figurative)! By the way, if you would prefer to read this fic in a message board format, it can now be found in the Unfinished Fanfic Forum at Buffyworld.com. Also, I am extremely pleased to report that "A Family Again" is up for several awards at Primordial Souls (http://awards.primordialsouls.com/). They are still looking for judges--not that I'm hinting. Nope, no hinting here. Absolutely not. Just providing useful information ; ). I promise that in the next chapter you will finally find out the plan to get Angelus back. Remember, the more reviews I receive, the more pressed I feel to write! As always, thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you enjoyed this chapter.