Sanguine Revival 1/? (Spike/Darla, Darla/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, Adults Only)
AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: Sanguine Revival
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Darla, Darla/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, mention of past William/Angelus.
SUMMARY: Darla and Spike meet up in a bar in L.A., and wickedness ensues.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=salustra ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.salustra.vague-disclaimer.org .
SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Het sex, m/m slash, voyeurism, humiliation, public display, bdsm, oral sex.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 9614 Words.
The words were still ringing in his ears. "You're beneath me." The bitch. He must have been out of his mind to ever even imagine he was in love with her. But neutered as he was by the bloody chip, he could still occasionally slip the leash. He'd stolen the money and gotten the old DeSoto and left. And now here he was in Los Angeles, sucking down beers in a seedy bar, trying to figure out his next move.
Darla had spent hours pacing back and forth in front of the picture windows at Lindsey's apartment. Her fury at the souled bastard was incredible. How could he be so ungracious? She had given him a wonderful gift when she turned him. And now not only did he refuse to return that gift, he denied that it was anything but damnation. To top it all off, he spouted some sanctimonious bullshit about not wanting to damn her soul again. Like she gave a damn about her filthy soul. All that pacing and fury had done nothing but make her heart race, reminding her of its weakness. So now, in desperation she ventured out into the L.A. night.
Spike notices an attractive blonde walk in through the door. He notices all the pretty women...and the men...though of course they're no longer prey. His eyes widen. It can't be...He scents. It smells like her. He watches, wondering, to see what she'll do.
Looking around the dingy bar Darla notices how many men turn to look and can't help noticing which would be the best, and stupidest, prey. But tonight she wasn't looking for food, because after all thanks to her 'darling boy' she was still human. No, tonight she was looking for different prey altogether. A true predator, not just one who thought he was in his own pathetic mind. Her eyes scan over those sitting at the bar only to freeze on one particular individual. She felt her lips curve into a smile. Now this *was * a bit of luck. Making her way across the room she slid onto a barstool beside "William. Sweet Boy. What a pleasant surprise."
That settled it. It was her. Though he could feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat from here. He smiles. "Darla. Fancy meeting you 'ere. Nice trick, you bein' dust and all."
"You heard about that... unfortunate turn of events then?"
Spike nods. "Oh yeah. Angel told me 'imself, back when 'e lost 'is soul for a few months. So 'ow d'you come to be back in the flesh? All the way back, as I can tell."
"Have you heard of Wolfram and Hart? They brought me back. Apparently there was a prophecy of my return. Unfortunately they saw fit to resurrect me as human." Her nose wrinkles slightly. "Though hopefully, it's a state I won't be remaining in."
Spike smiles a little at that. "Ah. So that's why you've sought me out." His lips quirk. "Women lately only seem t'want me for something other than my hot tight little body."
"What woman wouldn't want your body?" She smirks. "It's such a pretty one. But no, I had no idea you were here. Though, perhaps you're not all that far off the mark."
Spike snorts. "You'd be surprised. Dru left me...and then...” He trails off, suddenly not really wanting to confess to imagining himself in love with a Slayer. "But at any rate, you'd not 'eard. I'm toothless, so to speak. Neutered, as a vampire. Courtesy of a little chip in my 'ead."
She frowns. "A chip? Do you mean a computer chip?"
Spike nods. "Yeah. Quasi-magical, highly experimental. I'm one of the experiments. The one that got away."
"Well you were always one for doing what people don't want you to do. But how on Earth did you end up as an experiment? And for who?" She asks perplexed.
"Bloody secret government group. Tasered me, took me in, cut me open, put it in." He sighs. "Now I can't attack 'umans without it zapping me near unconscious. Can attack demons and vamps, though."
Darla makes a rather pathetic growling sound in my chest at the news. Hearing it she makes a sound of frustration and curses. Gods! She really hates being human. Damned souled bastard of an ex-childe.
Just then a boorish idiot moves up beside her. "Hey baby. Why don't you come sit with a real man?"
Spike looks over and growls, shifting into game face. "Back off, moron."
"Shit, what the fuck are you man?" The idiot stumbles backwards, almost pissing himself.
"He's more of a man than you are. And far more hygienic." Darla says, turning up her nose in disgust. "Come along William, let's leave this hole to the pond scum."
"Hey!" He seems to understand the insult, surprisingly. "Who are you calling scum, bitch?"
A Texan drawl sounds from behind him. "I'm pretty sure it was you. And don't be calling the lady a bitch." The man whirls to look at the small man and he whirls with a vicious kick, downing the much larger man.
Darla slides off the stool and steps over the fallen man. "Lindsey darling," She purrs. "Are you following me?"
Lindsey smiles up at Darla. "Of course I was. This is a dangerous city. Can't let you get hurt." He looks over at the blond man behind her. "Friend of yours?"
Turning Darla holds out her hand. "Lindsey this is Spike. Spike, Lindsey."
Lindsey shifts a little nervously. "Spike? As in *the* Spike, William the Bloody?"
Spike grins. "One and the same."
The idiot on the floor stirs. "Shall we leave gentlemen? I think I'd rather continue this conversation somewhere... well *cleaner*"
Lindsey nods. "Back to my place then?" He's not really comfortable with a vampire coming back, but it doesn't look like he has much choice. What Darla wants, Darla gets.
Spike shrugs. "Might as well."
Darla inclines her head in agreement and takes Spike's arm. Lindsey's sweet, but she’s not stupid enough to trust him, and Spike's presence has lifted a weight she wasn't aware of.
Lindsey sighs as Darla takes Spike's arm. Second place again, this time to Angel's childe. But he follows, like a faithful dog, as Darla and Spike head out onto the street. He unlocks his truck. "It'll be a tight fit, all three of us."
"Oh I'm sure we'll manage it." Darla gives Spike a look through lowered lashes as Lindsey slides into the driver's side.
Spike chuckles, leaning over to kiss Darla's cheek, sliding a discreet hand down to cup one asscheek as he does. "I'm sure we will. We're used to being close."
She pushes back into his hand, sliding one hand around to squeeze his ass in return before stepping up into the truck.
Lindsey slides into the driver's seat, gunning the old truck into life. He gives a heavy sigh as he pulls off, heading back to the apartment.
Spike is squeezed in tight against Darla. A living Darla, her warmth reminding him of what he can't have, but family. And looking very welcome after the events of the past year. He leans over to take a better look at the driver. Pretty enough. Blue eyes, brown hair, small, slender, muscular. Just Angelus' taste. He wonders idly if Angel had ever been tempted. He whispers to Darla, too low for Lindsey to hear. "Who's your friend? He looks jealous."
Shifting over his one thigh Darla settles herself between Spike's legs; ass pressed snugly against his, fully expected, half-hard cock. Answering just as low "A lawyer, Wolfram and Hart, one of the ones who brought me back, he's a little... proprietary."
Spike hardens a bit more, feeling Darla's ass against him. He reaches up a hand to brush the side of her breast out of Lindsey's view. "Will 'e be a problem?"
"I don't know, probably. I'm not sure how much of it is desire for me, and how much a desire to get one over on your Sire by screwing me." Dropping her right hand she starts to run it up and down the outside of his thigh.
Spike purrs and presses against Darla. " 'as a 'ard on for Angel, does 'e?" Spike chuckles, low and evil.
Darla snorts quietly, "Like a torpedo. Or a heat seeking missile. It hones in on the bastard from near a 1000 meters, I think." Arching her hips she wriggles against the erection rising against her ass.
Spike nuzzles against the back of Darla's neck, taking in her warmth and the scent of her hair as he keeps stroking the side of her breast. He's hardening quickly. He chances another quick glance at Lindsey, and sniffs. He chuckles inwardly as he catches a whiff of arousal from him. Yeah, Lindsey was catching the show.
Tilting her head, she lets it fall back on his shoulder, baring her neck. "Is he hard?" she murmurs.
Spike chuckles and licks across Darla's bared neck. "He is indeed. Should we play with 'im?" He feels a rush. It's almost like the old days.
"Oh yes," Darla chuckles in reply. "Since he's so desperate to become one of the family, let’s show him what it is he wants." Turning her head she catches Lindsey glancing at them out of the corner of his eye. Smiling sweetly at him she slides down onto the floor of the cab, twisting to press her face against Spike's crotch, just resting her cheek against the bulge. Raising her voice she asked the lawyer, "So Lindsey, you've heard of our William then?"
Spike groans softly as Darla slides down onto the floor of the cab. He looks over at Lindsey. He wouldn't miss this for the world.
Lindsey looks over, and his eyes widen before he pulls his eyes back to the road. A mix of jealousy and arousal floods through him, but he forces his voice to reply evenly. "Yeah. Read his file when I was researching Angel."
"Really? Why don't you tell us what his file says?" She begins to nuzzle at the hard length inside Spike's jeans, waiting for Lindsey's answer.
Spike moans softly, looking down at Darla, keeping a watch on Lindsey from the corner of his eye.
Lindsey's hands grip tight on the steering wheel, even as he wants to look, to see what is making the blond vampire moan like that. "Well it's a big file. Talks about him being made by Angelus, his exploits, including slaying the Slayers, his time with Drusilla, and of course, his more recent deeds. Finding the Gem of Amarra, losing it, torturing Angel to try and get it back, being captured by the Initiative, escaping, and then joining forces with Buffy."
Breathing in the scent Darla moans quietly. Even with her human senses he smells wonderful. Bracing her hands on his thighs she started to mouth at the outline of his cock. "You tortured the souled bastard? Did he enjoy it?” She pauses. “Wait a minute!" She pulls back suddenly. "Buffy? The slayer-bitch?"
Spike looks down, wincing. "Yeah. The Slayer bitch."
Wondering at the pained look on his face Darla decides to shelve that line of questioning for later, sensing that there's a lot to it. Allowing a naughty smile to curve her lips she changes the subject and asks again, "So, *did* he enjoy it?" returning her mouth to the task of teasing him through his jeans.
Spike gives a warm smile at the memory. "Don't think 'e did. But I did. Gave me a nice warm feelin' all the way through. Shoulda taken the opportunity and buggered 'im while I was at it."
Moaning at the thought of Spike fucking his sire, knowing the bastard'd never allow it, she bites harshly at his trapped cock. Raising her head slightly she asks, "Did the file say anything else?" making sure Lindsey's attention is on them.
Spike yelps at the nip to his jeans-covered erection.
Lindsey glances again at the yelp and then back at the road. "Not much else." These three words are ground out between gritted teeth. Fuck he should just pull over and let the two of them go about their business. But he can't.
"How... disappointing. Aren't you disappointed Spike?" She asks blinking innocently up at him and mouthing 'Want to make him come?'
Spike nods down at Darla. "Yeah, m'disappointed."
"Of course you are. Shall I cheer you up? Especially since...didn't you say there were filing cabinets of information on Angelus, Lindsey?" Darla undoes Spike's belt and the buttons on his jeans, reaching inside.
Lindsey nods curtly, refusing to answer out loud. Refusing to be baited. But he looks over as Darla takes out Spike's cock and groans, looking away again.
Spike moans. "Oh, yeah, please cheer me up." He smiles, loving Darla's devious mind. And the look on Lindsey's face was priceless.
"Something wrong Lindsey?" Darla asks sweetly, "Is there a lot of traffic?" Wrapping her hands around the cool hard cock she gives it a squeeze and a quick base to tip pull, swiping up the precum with her tongue.
"Nothing's wrong." Lindsey forces out. Ohhh, that bitch, he thinks. That devious bitch. Why he wants her....
Spike leans back a bit in the seat, groaning, letting Darla work her magic. Her skills certainly hadn't gone, but now with the warmth of her human body...it was intoxicating.
"Hmmm good." Sliding down the foreskin she takes the tip of Spike's cock into her mouth lapping at the slit, making yummy noises as it oozes more precum onto her tongue. "Shall I tell you something about Angelus that probably isn't in those files you so love to read?"
Lindsey glances again, like a fool, groaning as he turns his eyes back to the road. "Yeah. Please."
"I'll tell you why it is that William the Bloody was Angelus' favorite childe." She says before trailing her tongue down the underside of the shaft to the heavy balls. "There are many reasons of course. His intelligence..." Lick, kiss. "His loyalty..." Kiss, lick. Her words are muffled slightly. "His beautiful face... Don't you think his face is beautiful Lindsey?" One hand stroking languidly up and down his cock.
Spike moans softly, panting a little as Darla works over his cock, and her tongue trails along his balls.
Lindsey looks over again. "Yeah. Beautiful." His arousal is getting the better of his anger. And he *is* beautiful. Very much so.
Continuing her list and attentions Darla says, "His Greek statue body..." Sliding her head upwards she takes the tip of Spike's cock into her mouth, slurping noisily, the sounds loud in the cab of the truck.
"Fuck, Darla," Lindsey mutters under his breath. He can imagine it now, not that his T-shirt and jeans hide all that much.
Letting go of his cock with a wet pop she spoke again. "And, most importantly, the fact that he seemed to have been born to this world for the express purpose of..." She leans back till she can see Lindsey's face.
Lindsey's curiosity is piqued, and he looks over. "Yeah?"
Watching him carefully she hides her smirk and says, slowly and deliberately, "Sucking Angelus' huge cock."
Lindsey groans and cums then in his jeans, gripping the wheel and pulling over the truck so he doesn't wreck it.
Darla looks at Spike, a wicked grin on her lips. Blows him a kiss before ducking her head back down to his groin, licking smooth stripes up his cock. "Hmm Lindsey, so was it the thought of Angelus' big cock or the thought of Spike sucking it that made you come so suddenly?"
Spike moans, reaching a hand down to curl in Darla's long blonde hair as she licks.
Lindsey watches. He's pulled over; he might as well enjoy the show. He thinks about the question. "Probably both. Is it really...big?"
"Oh yes very. Wouldn't you say Spike?"
"Put John 'olmes t'shame."
Lindsey groans. "And you could take it in?"
Darla giggles slightly against William's cock. "With eagerness, he loves to suck it don't you baby?"
Spike smiles, a wicked grin. "All the way in. Deep throated it. Plus, my tongue...” He puts it all the way out, letting Lindsey see the little genetic oddity he possesses. "Is rather long itself."
Looking back at Darla. "Oh yeah, yeah I do."
Lindsey whimpers and settles back in his seat. Pictures fill his mind, things he can imagine, looking at the scene in front of him.
Resting her head on Spike's thigh, she pulls his cock down to her lips. Meeting Lindsey's eyes she asks, "How far are we from your apartment?"
Lindsey makes himself concentrate. "About a mile."
"And how long will it take us to get there?" She can feel the vibrations of the still running truck and it gives her a lovely idea.
"Umm...probably 5 minutes."
Pouting prettily she sighs, "Shame. I was hoping for a longer...'ride'. Weren't you darling?" She turns glittering eyes on Spike.
Spike chuckles and grins. "Yeah, I was."
Lindsey moans. "You want me to drive around a while?"
"If it's not too much trouble."
Lindsey shakes his head. "Not trouble, Darla, not for you." He pulls out and starts driving.
Darla gives Spike a smug smile as she kneels and pulls him down into a kiss. Reaching under her skirt, she slides her panties down her thighs.
Spike purrs into the kiss, and he can see her hands under her skirt. He groans just a little, ready for this little ride, eager for it.
Shifting up into his lap, she sits sideways across, dropping one foot down to the floor to open herself. Taking one of his hands she places it on her inner thigh. Carefully she arranges herself against his chest, so that to anyone outside the truck, their position looks innocent.
Spike places his hands carefully to hold Darla and support her, starting to gently thrust up into her.
Lindsey groans. He can hear what's happening, and see it from the corner of his eye. Damn those two. But he can't stop peeking at them.
Moaning at the feel of a cool cock inside her too warm cunt Darla wriggles slightly, clenching her muscles. Catching Lindsey's peeking looks she grins wickedly at him.
Another mutter from Lindsey. "Shit."
Kissing up Spike's jaw she whispered hotly in his ear, "He's pretty, not as pretty as you though. Bet he'd look prettier writhing on your cock. Would you like to fuck him?"
Spike slides hands down under Darla's skirt, resting on her hips as he pushes harder up into her. The feeling of warm flesh on him is so good. And the added spice of Lindsey watching, his arousal growing again...heaven. He smiles at Darla's words, taking a speculative look at Lindsey. "Yeah. Love to see him on my cock."
"What do you say Lindsey?" Casually leaning back against the door, she raised the hem of her skirt, letting Lindsey get his first look at her pussy. Knowing he wants to be the one fucking her. "You want this cock in *you* later?"
Lindsey looks over, can't help it, knows he shouldn't. He groans. Darla's pussy, and Spike's rather large cock buried in her. And truth be told...he sighs and nods. "Yeah. I would." Damn vampires. They were going to play their games no matter what but he didn't have to make it easy for them.
"We'll have to see if you can earn it. Don't you think Spike?" Darla smirks and starts to circle her hips slightly.
Spike moans thrusts a little harder into her. "Yeah. Though I would like to see what his mouth looks like with my cock shoved in it."
Lindsey groans at that as well. How did he know, damnit, how did that vampire know he had even *sucked* cock?
"Perhaps..." she answers him breathlessly, "...you can show him how Angelus likes his cock sucked."
Spike chuckles. "I could at that. Does Lindsey have a nice cock?"
She leans back up to kiss him, nipping at his lips before answering. "I don't know dear. Why don't you ask him to show us?"
Spike chuckles again. "Lindsey," he says with a voice that's pure liquid sex. "Would you show us your cock?"
Lindsey narrowly avoids hitting another car at that as he swerves to the side of the road again. "Damnit!"
Darla giggles and gasps, the jerking of the truck moving her harshly on Spike's cock. "Something wrong Lindsey?"
"You two, playing with me like this!" Lindsey pants harshly, the bulge of his crotch clearly outlined in his tight jeans.
Pouting and lowering her lashes Darla said "We're sorry Lindsey. We didn't mean to make you angry. Did we?" Turning into Spike she presses her face to his chest sniffling and hiding her grin.
Spike looks at Lindsey with an apparently sincerely contrite look. "Not at all. We really do want to see your cock."
Lindsey sighs. It's no good arguing with them. He groans and reaches down, loosening his belt, unsnapping and unzipping his jeans, and taking out his cock. Not quite as large as Spike's, but nothing to be ashamed of.
Spike nods in approval, his voice back to liquid sex again. "*Very* nice. And such a good boy, showing us like this."
Lindsey whimpers. Fuck, fuck both of them, but he couldn't help but respond to that tone.
Turning her head again Darla takes a long look, smirking at his whimpers. "Oh yes, lovely. And yes, very good. Are you going to carry on being a good boy for us?" Wriggling on Spike's lap she starts to nibble up his neck. "Very pretty cock, shame he won't get to use it on either of us." she whispers against his skin, careful to keep her tones low. "We can't give him too much of what he wants. Keep him on his leash, like a good pet."
Spike nods in approval to Darla's whispered words.
Lindsey closes his eyes and whimpers again. "Yes. Yes I'm going to keep on being a good boy." Oh fuck but they had him now. Found that weak spot in him and pushed it for all it was worth.
"Good boy" Darla purrs. "You can start by pulling back out onto the road. Don't forget to keep that cock on view."
"Shit, Darla...” He whines. But he turns around in the seat and starts out back onto the road, his hard cock bobbing as they move.
Spike groans and pushes harder into Darla again, taking an occasional glance at Lindsey's hard cock. Very nice. He'd make a sweet piece of ass, Spike could tell.
Moaning Darla presses back against his thrusts, glittering eyes fixed on Lindsey's face, with the occasional darting glance at his erection. "You never did tell me how you met Angel?" she asks him, slipping one hand between her legs to caress Spike's balls.
Lindsey groans at the mention of Angel's name. "He barged into my office and booted a vampire client of mine through the window in broad daylight. Dusted him. Cost me a lot of juice."
"Must have been terribly inconvenient." Nipping at Spike's neck Darla breathes out, "It seems Lindsey has had a great many run ins with our *dear* Angel. The surprising thing is... Angel hasn't fucked him yet."
Spike chuckles. "Well 'e is a bit of a monk since 'e got the soul. Pity. Lindsey's just 'is taste. Like Penn, like me. Angelus does love his brown-haired blue-eyed boys."
Lindsey whimpers again. Fucking tormenting vamps. He's imagining Angel bending him over a desk, fucking him hard.
"I know what you're thinking Lindsey." Darla says in a singsong voice. Slipping off her shoe she slides her foot across into Lindsey's lap, running her toes up and down his length. "You're imagining him bending you over that big desk of yours. Sliding his huge prick in and out of your tight little ass. Aren't you?"
Lindsey moans and whimpers, pressing against her toes. "Yeah, Darla." Mind readers. How did they know?
"I'd pay good money to see it." Darla pulls Spike's face to hers, taking his lips in a deep, wet kiss, rocking hard on his cock, feeling her stomach muscles start to tremble and the walls of her cunt start to pulse.
Spike returns the kiss, pushing hard into her, feeling her close, and his own release so very near as well. "Fuck yeah. To see Angel shoving that monster cock into 'im? Well worth the money."
Lindsey groans, his cock leaking again. They were all going to die. They were going to torment him until he crashed the truck and they all died in a fiery explosion.
Pressing against the floor of the cab with her one foot Darla uses it to rock up and down on Spike's cock. Concentrating now on the feel of him inside her and the need to come it's all she can do to curve her foot against Lindsey's cock so that it rests in the curve of her ankle. Grabbing Spike's hand she pulls it between her legs before wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling him into more hot kisses.
Spike pushes harder and faster into Darla as his finger moves unerringly to push aside the swollen hood and find the nub of her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles. He knows her body well from many nights of servicing her at her bidding.
"Yess," She hisses, bucking against his fingers. "Going to make me cum pretty Will?" Panting against his lips. "Going to fill me with your cum? Let Lindsey see? Hmm?" Hard nipping kisses with human teeth. "Make him blow again?"
"Oh, yeah, Darla, going to make you cum nice and hard, going to shoot into you, and watch Lindsey mess up his nice truck." He groans as she nips him.
Lindsey whimpers and whispers, "Fuck."
Darla giggles breathily "You can have a turn later." Her hips start to writhe and her cunt is dripping with her juices and Spike's precum. Pressing her face into Spike's neck she moans loudly, squeezing her muscles rhythmically around his cock. "So good Will, so good inside me, fill me to the brim." Her nails dig into his neck harshly as her body starts to tighten; she's so very close.
Spike groans and thrusts hard and fast. He can't hold out, it's been too long, and her sweet warmth on him is more than he can take. "OHHHH FUCK DARLA!" He shouts as he releases hard inside her.
His cock has warmed from being inside her so the sudden sensation of his cool cum spurting inside her as his hips snap hard against her sends her spiraling into orgasm, crying out as she arches back against the door.
Lindsey moans helplessly. The sounds of their release and the little glances he takes are too much and he cums hard, splattering on the underside of the steering wheel.
As her body relaxes Darla curls up against Spike's chest, shivering with after shocks. She hasn't been with anyone since she came back and it feels like an eternity. The stress of the last months and her release combine until she's fighting back sobs. A few tears trickle out of the corner of her eyes and she turns her head pressing closer, not wanting Lindsey to see.
Spike can feel the tears, smell them like blood. Instinctively he moves so that Lindsey can't see Darla's face. He strokes her hair, purring softly to her.
Smiling at the vibrations coming from his chest she discreetly wipes her eyes before raising her face to his.
Spike leans down and kisses Darla tenderly. No one gave vamps any credit for the ability to love, to be gentle and tender, but especially inside the family they could be very tender.
Winding both arms around his neck she moans into the gentle kiss, drawing it out, tongue tangling with his until a burning in her lungs forces her to pull away gasping for breath.
Lindsey grips the wheel harder as they kiss. He can't see their faces but he can hear the moan, and the purring.
Spike smiles and whispers softly to Darla. "Good to be back with family," he purrs.
"God yes, I missed you so much, Sweet William." Darla murmurs against Spike's jaw. Louder - "Did we make him come?"
Spike chuckles. "We did."
Lindsey colors with embarrassment.
Shaking off her melancholy she leans around Spike, smirking at the blushing Lindsey. "No need to be embarrassed. It's not like you could help it. We know how sexy we are. Though you *are* gonna have to do something about this." With that she raised her cum covered foot slightly, wriggling her toes.
Lindsey leans over and obediently starts licking her toes clean, slowing so he doesn't crash the truck. He chokes a bit as he swallows his own cum, but he doesn't stop licking.
"Good boy." Darla purrs as he licks. When he's finished she continues. "He deserves a little treat. Don't you think Spike?"
Spike nods and purrs back. "I think so. He's been a very good boy."
Meeting his eyes Darla smiles widely, using the arms around his neck to lift herself up enough so that his cock slips free of her slick pussy. Settling back downs she lets go. Turning back to Lindsey she holds his eyes as she reaches between her wet thighs. She squeezes her muscles enough to cause a thick trickle of come to emerge from her cunt. Swiping it up with her fingers she brings the mix of juices to rest just in front of Lindsey's mouth. "Here's your treat. Why don't you have a taste?"
Lindsey moans and licks her fingers. He can taste her sweetness, and the cool saltiness of Spike. He's almost completely red from embarrassment as he licks.
Pulling back her hand she smiles sweetly. "There you go. Now, how far are we from your apartment?" Swiping up more cum from between her legs she brings it to her own mouth. Pulling Spike into a kiss she feeds it to him.
Spike moans and kisses her eagerly, tasting their mixed juices.
"Still about a mile. I've been circling."
"Good. Why don't you take us there? I think that there are a few more things the three of us should, discuss."
Lindsey nods. "Yes, Darla." A few minutes later they are back at his apartment, and Darla and Spike are tidied and tucked away, Lindsey has to hastily do up his jeans and scramble to follow.
Standing outside the apartment Darla presses against Spike's chest, kissing him deeply while they wait for Lindsey to open the door.
Spike moans, holding Darla to his as she kisses him. He notes Lindsey's tension as he watches them and opens the door. They all move inside.
Moving away from Spike's embrace Darla walks further into the apartment, hips swaying. "So, Lindsey. Tell us more about your dealings with Angel and his pet humans."
Spike slides his duster off his shoulders, hanging it on a hook and then draping himself like a big lazy cat over one of Lindsey's chairs. His blue eyes flit between Lindsey and Darla.
Making her way over to the large windows, she scans outside. Vampire instincts still working. Turning back she waits for Lindsey's answer.
Lindsey sighs. "What else do you want to know? Everything we try to do to him backfires. We send a rogue crazy Slayer after him, he converts her to good and gets her to surrender herself to go to prison. He gets witnesses to testify against our clients. He thwarts our every plan. He breaks into the building, seemingly at will."
“He always was a law unto himself." Darla muses as she moves over to settle herself in Spike's lap once more. Wriggling into a comfortable position, she ends up with one leg between his and the other hooked over the arm of the chair, purposely reminding Lindsey of the show they gave him in the truck.
Spike purrs and holds Darla to him, arm wrapped around her waist. He nuzzles her neck, and then he speaks, his voice that same, compelling liquid sex voice. Just a touch of his Seducer aura reaches out for Lindsey. "You don't look comfortable in those clothes, Lindsey. Why don't you take them off for us?"
Turning her face into Spike's neck, Darla hides her grin at his ploy.
Lindsey whimpers. Something is pulling at him, and he's sure that Spike is doing something, but he's not sure what. Still, Spike can't attack him, and he really does want to take off his clothes. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and slides it off, his smooth muscular chest and flat stomach coming into view.
Spike smiles and nods appreciatively as Lindsey begins to strip.
Darla returns her gaze to Lindsey in order to watch the show, leaning her head back against Spike's shoulder while slouching down further in his lap, spreading her legs a little wider.
Spike reaches his other hand down and pushes it up under Darla's skirt, cupping her mound through her panties.
Lindsey unbuckles his belt, setting it aside. Then he unsnaps and unzips his jeans, sliding them down and taking off his boots and socks. He stands naked, his hard cock at attention.
Spike smiles. "Good boy. Now bring me the belt, and turn around."
"Very nice." Darla purrs appreciatively. Reaching one hand between her and Spike she rubs and caresses Spike's crotch. "You have such lovely ideas William."
Spike moans and presses against Darla's touch. "Glad you approve."
"Oh I do."
Lindsey picks up the belt and moves over. It's not a thrall. He could stop right now, he tells himself. But there's that promise of unbelievable pleasure in Spike's voice. He hands him the belt and turns around, trembling.
" *Very* good boy," Spike says. He gives the belt to Darla. "Want to secure his hands, Darla?"
Sitting forward she takes the belt from Spike. "Thank you Spike. I'd *love* to." She proceeds to wrap the belt around Lindsey's wrists, tying them firmly together.
Lindsey groans as the leather bites into his wrists. His cock leaps at the rush of excitement and the little tinge of fear. "Ohhh fuck Darla...."
"Yes Lindsey?" she asks sweetly.
He whimpers. "What are you two going to do to me?"
"Why? We're giving you what you want. Us."
Lindsey moans. "Ohhh god."
Spike reaches up and strokes a hand across Lindsey's ass, feeling the firm cheeks and soft skin. "Nice. Like I thought."
Sliding sideways onto the arm of the chair, Darla gives Spike room to work, pausing only to pull him into a hard kiss.
Spike kisses back hard. "Thank you Darla." He pulls Lindsey closer, grabbing his ass, kneading the cheeks, and pressing a finger against his pucker.
Lindsey whimpers and moans, spreading his legs to give Spike better access. He's spreading shamelessly for a vampire, but he doesn't care.
Spike smiles. "What should we have him do first, Darla?"
Darla watches avidly as Spike's finger slides inside Lindsey's ass, moaning a little at the sight. "Oh I don't know... Perhaps he should put that clever lawyer's mouth to use?"
"Excellent idea. Care to have the first go?"
Lindsey whimpers again as the two of them casually discuss what he will do, like he's a pet or property, to be played with as they will.
Meeting his eyes Darla grins, "Why that's very generous of you dear. I'd love to."
Spike pulls out his finger and smacks Lindsey on the ass. "Turn around and kneel."
Lindsey turns around and kneels on the floor in front of the chair. He licks his lips, looking up at the two of them.
Looking at Spike through hooded eyes Darla slides back into his lap, bringing his hands to the hem of her skirt.
Spike pulls up Darla's skirt, and reaches down to hook fingers into her panties, using his strength to rip them off her.
Moaning quietly, Darla leans back against his chest, bringing her hands up to undo the buttons of her shirt.
Lindsey looks at Darla's pussy, spread in front of him. "You want me to start now?"
"No time like the present." Darla smirks down at him.
Lindsey moans and moves his head forward, starting to lick up and down her spread lips, tasting her. He's dreamed of this, of licking her, but not like this. Not bound and with Spike watching. But as much as he's humiliated, he's also aroused.
Darla feels a rush of heat at humiliating Lindsey. One of those directly responsible for her current human status. Tilting her head back and to the side she raises her lips to Spike's.
Spike kisses Darla. He slides his hands inside her open shirt, cupping her breasts through her thin sheer bra. He may not be able to attack humans, but he can still influence them, and having Lindsey here serving them is sweet.
Moaning a bit more Darla arches her breasts into his hands.
Lindsey licks in further, pressing his tongue up into Darla, tasting her, but also tasting Spike still in her. A reminder of what Spike was so freely given and Lindsey denied.
Tilting her hips Darla presses against Lindsey tongue whimpering against Spike's mouth.
Spike moves his hands to unsnap Darla's bra and slide it off, freeing her full breasts and kneading them in his hands.
Arching into his hands further Darla slides her hands back between their bodies, undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. Impatiently she pulls of the rest of her clothes, before leaning back into him.
Lindsey pushes in further, licking into her, then pulling back and flicking a tongue across her clit.
Spike groans and pushes into Darla's grip. He rubs his palms over her nipples, watching them peak, then pulls at them.
Louder moans fall from Darla's lips and she starts to thrust her hips. Turning her head she starts to nip and bite at Spike's neck and jaw.
Spike lets out little purr-growls. "Oh god Darla." It's good feeling teeth on his skin.
Lindsey whimpers and moans as he continues to work. Darla is writhing, but all her attentions are lavished on Spike, not him.
Bringing one hand to cup the back of Lindsey's head Darla holds him against her, her other hand is curled loosely around Spike's cock, stroking is too awkward in this position, so she firms her grip and lets him use her hand.
Lindsey’s ashamed of how good Darla's hand feels, how even that minimal contact arouses and gratifies him as he continues to lick her.
Spike thrusts and rubs against Darla's hand as he continues to squeeze and twist and pull at Darla's nipples.
Panting now, Darla writhes her hips, trying to move Lindsey's tongue deep into her opening as her orgasm starts to coil tight in her belly.
Lindsey can feel her tighten and he pushes in as hard and deep as he can manage.
Riding and grinding on his tongue Darla whimpers loudly, pressing her head back against Spike's shoulder. As her body arches in orgasm she screams out "Oh, God yes! WILLIAM!!"
Lindsey is still licking, letting Darla ride out her orgasm, but he's humiliated. His face burns as he keeps licking. Didn't even call out his name with his tongue buried in her.
Spike chuckles, holding Darla tight to him. Poor Lindsey, he thinks, your humiliation has just begun.
Still shaking and shivering in orgasm, one part of Darla's mind smirks at Lindsey's probable mortifying position. She's really not all that sure her demon isn't still with her. Letting go of Lindsey's skull she wraps her arm up behind Spike's neck. Tilting her head against she pulls his mouth close, gasping and whimpering against his lips, still murmuring his name.
Spike purrs and kisses Darla. "Darla, god, so good to be with you again."
"And you Sweet Will." Raising her head she drops her eyes to where Lindsey kneels between her legs, still licking gently. "Thank you Lindsey" She says politely, "that was lovely." She speaks as if he has simply served her a pleasant cup of tea, for all the tone of her voice conveys.
Lindsey pulls back, her juices still on his face. He whimpers and looks down, obviously embarrassed and upset.
Spike purrs to Darla. "So was 'e any good?"
"Now Lindsey," she purrs, "whatever's the matter?" Nuzzling into Spike's jaw she answers him, "Oh yes, he shows a great deal of promise."
Lindsey grunts. "Fucking vampires."
Spike raises an eyebrow. "Well I think I should see 'ow 'e sucks cock." He looks down at Lindsey's response. "I don't think you'll be fucking any vampires anytime soon. But one may fuck you, if you're good."
"If you're very good..." Darla concurs. Sliding out of Spike's lap she settles on the arm of the chair again.
Lindsey groans. The thought of Spike fucking him...
Spike slides his jeans down and off, and takes the opportunity to strip off his shirt as well. He moves forward on the chair, his erect cock bobbing just in front of Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey starts carefully licking around the head of Spike cock, tongue swirling and pressing, dipping into the slit, playing around the edge.
Curling up on one hip Darla ensures her good view of the action by resting her head on Spike's shoulder. Reaching out with one hand she returns his earlier attentions by cupping one pectoral, flicking her thumbnail across his nipple.
Spike groans at Lindsey's attentions. Not bad, he thinks. He arches into Darla's touch and wraps an arm around her, stroking a hand over her flat smooth stomach.
Lindsey keeps licking, then takes in the head, starting to suck, and pushes forward. His eyes close.
Sighing at Spike’s gentle touch Darla starts to press soft kisses across the skin of his shoulder, eyes still on Lindsey's face.
"Open your eyes, Lindsey. Look at me. I want to see those pretty blue eyes while you suck my cock."
Lindsey groans and his eyes open, fixing on Spike. He hates this, can't hide anything from Spike or from Darla, can't retreat within himself.
Pulling herself up higher along the chair arm, Darla trails her kisses towards and up Spike's neck to his ear. Nibbling and tonguing it wetly she murmurs into its curve. "I want to see you fuck his face. Make him take all of your length into his throat."
Spike nods and grins. He reaches a hand down and grips into Lindsey's hair, starting to rock his hips forward, thrusting into Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey's eyes widen as Spike start to face-fuck him. He considers struggling and pulling away, making the chip activate, but then Spike will never fuck him.
Moaning Darla speaks breathlessly. "Such a pretty cock. Feels so good, so big in your throat. Pushing its way inside, making you think you're going to choke on it." Biting harshly at the lobe of Spike's ear, she continues heatedly. "Makes you want to feel it swell and spurt. Struggling only makes it feel better, makes you hotter. But you're not going to struggle are you Lindsey? You want his cock too much."
Spike smiles and licks his lips at Darla's cruel teasing. Lindsey was going to break in so well, be such a sweet pet.
Lindsey moans, his eyes still on Spike's as he's been ordered, but Darla's words ring true. He does want this cock. He struggles to get in gasps of breath between Spike shoving his cock to the back of his throat.
Moving away from Spike and sliding behind Lindsey, Darla presses in close, crushing her breasts against his back. "That's it Lindsey, take it. Take that face fucking. You want it so bad don't you? Want to feel him thrusting it in here." Her fingers trace down his spine and between his cheeks, one pressing roughly inside, "Hard, pounding into you like he is your throat. Filling you, stretching your tight ass. The pain and pleasure burning you."
Lindsey groans and whimpers, pushing back against Darla's finger. Damnit, damnit to hell! How did they know him so well?
Spike moans and keeps face-fucking Lindsey. "Oh Darla, so good. You have the little whore to a T."
"I know." She purrs, smiling up at him. "I've seen his kind so many times. Desperate for cock, for a good hard buggering. Lusting after vampires, wanting to belong to a Master." Bringing her mouth to Lindsey's ear she whispers, "Do you want to be ours Lindsey? Want Spike to be your Master?" Pause "Or Angelus?"
Lindsey whimpers and makes a sobbing sound in his throat as Darla speaks, as Spike fucks his mouth.
That little sound is just what Spike needs. He buries his cock deep, pouring shot after shot down Lindsey's throat.
Darla's eyes fix on Spike's face as he comes. "That's it Baby, cum in his throat. Thick yummy cum."
Lindsey struggles to swallow and not to choke; his eyesight starting to gray and his throat burn from lack of oxygen.
Spike watches, pulling back just at the last moment, letting Lindsey suck in breath just before the danger point. He doesn't pull his cock out all the way, though.
Climbing over Lindsey, Darla straddles Spike, her mound pressed against his stomach. Cupping his face she presses doting kisses over his cheeks and down to his lips. "Beautiful Boy. So sexy when you come. Missed you so much, love you." She breathes between kisses.
Spike kisses back, holding Darla close. "Love you, Darla. Such a goddess." He strokes her cheek. "So glad I came to L.A."
Lindsey whimpers and pulls back. Ignored, treated like furniture. Why was he even here?
"Me too baby." Turning in his arms she leans down, letting him support her as she pulls Lindsey into a kiss. The first kiss she's ever given him. "And you. Such a good boy." She coos, "you did so well taking all that big cock first time. You deserve a reward, don't you?"
Lindsey moans, despite himself, at the kiss. At the touch of Darla's lips on his. And he nods in answer to her question, not trusting his voice.
"Yes you do." Letting Spike pull her back up, she leans against him again. "What do you think Spike? What shall we give our good boy?"
Spike looks down. "I think we need some toys for Lindsey. And a pretty collar."
Shivering in anticipation Darla agrees. "Oh yes, a lovely little collar, that he can wear for us underneath his suits."
Lindsey moans and whimpers. "Darla...underneath my suits?"
"Of course." She leans down to cup his cheek, caressing over the cheekbone, petting him. "You *do* want to be ours don't you?"
Lindsey moans again and rubs against Darla's hand. "I do."
"Then you need to wear something that marks you as ours. That means a collar, a piercing or a tattoo. I think a nice collar to start. Don't you Spike?"
"To start." Spike purrs. "I think all three eventually. I like being thorough. Wouldn't do to 'ave a pet get lost."
"You're right. That wouldn't do at all." Standing up, Darla stretches her body, displaying it for both men. "We'd best go and see to it now. Since it's Lindsey's reward for being such a good boy."
Lindsey looks at Darla's body and struggles to get up off the floor at her words.
Spike gets up and starts pulling on clothes. "So 'ow much should we let 'im wear down there?"
Picking up her clothes Darla pauses in thought. "Well we should start him off easy. After all he is very new to this. Perhaps we should let him wear his jeans?"
Spike looks speculatively. "Yeah. Jeans sounds good."
Lindsey lets out a sigh. "Thank you." He turns around. "Ummm...can you untie my hands so I can put them on?"
Darla looks at Spike eyebrows raised in query.
Spike shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. I'll 'elp you on with your jeans."
Lindsey groans. "Darla, please!"
"Now now Lindsey. Spike has decided. And since he is the only actual Master Vampire here." She says pointedly, "His word stands."
Lindsey whimpers and hangs his head. "Yes Darla."
Buttoning her shirt she turns to Spike. "Any ideas of where we should go?"
Spike leans down and takes the jeans, helping Lindsey into the jeans. "Well I don't know L.A. I imagine Lindsey knows where the nearest fetish shop is, don't you, pet?"
Lindsey nods and forces out, "Yes."
"Is it far?" Darla asks, amused at Lindsey's reticence.
"Not far." Lindsey's cock hardens still a bit more as Spike starts zipping and buttoning the jeans.
Spike grins. "I'll drive then. You can give directions."
Slipping into her shoes Darla reaches out to remove Spike's belt. Grinning at him she slips the end through the belt looping Lindsey's wrists, then through the buckle, pulling it tight. She hands the end of the leash to Spike with a kiss.
Spike kisses back and chuckles. "Excellent idea."
Lindsey whimpers, head down. Damn Darla, did she *have* to make it worse?
"Thank you." Taking Spike's hand Darla leads him towards the door, picking up the keys on the way.
Spike pulls on the leash, and Lindsey trots along. It's nighttime but there are still a few people about to witness his humiliation as they head to the truck.
Unlocking the passenger side, Darla hands the keys to Spike and climbs in before indicated that Lindsey should crawl into the foot well.
Spike grins, taking the keys and setting into the driver's seat. He revs up the engine.
Lindsey crawls into the truck, at Darla's feet, unable to do anything but kneel with his hands bound behind him.
Resting her heeled feet on his thighs, Darla leans against Spike as he drives. "Where is this store then Lindsey?"
Lindsey groans as the heels bite into his thighs, and starts giving directions. In a few minutes they pull up in front of the store.
Spike gets out and comes round to open the door and help Darla out. Then he pulls on the leash, urging Lindsey out and pulling him towards the store.
This is obviously a very upscale shop. Not for the casual shopper, not gaudy or cheap. The place is filled with high-quality leatherwear and chain mail and sex toys that look more like artwork.
Darla looks around the shop impressed for a moment before heading for the collars. "First order of business..."
"First?" Lindsey says. "There's more?"
"Of course."
"What else are you getting?"
Spike pulls a bit on the leash, jerking Lindsey's arms back. "Don't question your Mistress."
One of the sales clerks walks up to the counter. "Ah, I can see that one is needing some training. Here for an outfitting?"
"I have a few ideas, and I'm sure my companion has a few more. Though, we'll probably see lots more that we like. Spike, What do you think of this collar?" Darla holds up a steel chain mail collar, in a snake chain style.
Spike looks at it. "Pretty. And it would fit under his shirts."
Bringing it over she holds it around Lindsey's neck checking the fit.
Lindsey holds still, feeling the cold metal against his neck, and shivers
"Hmm." Darla tilts her head consideringly before looking back over at Spike.
"Suits 'im." Spike nods approvingly.
Handing it to Spike she walks over to get a cart. Walking back over with it she smirks at Lindsey. "We have plenty to buy, I think. Something for all of us."
Lindsey moans and shifts. His arms are getting sore from being restrained as they are.
"What next? Some manacles perhaps?"
"Well, I did notice something quite nice which would match his collar somewhat." Darla replies, leading Spike further along slightly from where she found the collar. Lifting a hand she gestures at the display.
"A harness. Lovely." Spike reaches out and strokes a hand over it. "Should get it, definitely. Lots of uses."
"Just my thought." Darla agreed. Turning to the sales clerk, she says, "We would like one of these harnesses."
"Of course. Want me to measure your sub to get a proper fit for him?"
"Please." Darla agrees. "We shall continue browsing while you do."
"Darla...." Lindsey whines. It looks like they're planning full slave gear for him without any discussion about this or anything.
The sales clerk comes around with a measuring tape and starts taking measurements of Lindsey.
"Lindsey?" Darla looks at him as if surprised he'd dare to speak.
"I didn't...I didn't agree to this."
"Didn't you? I was sure you said that you wanted to be ours. To be marked as ours? Don't you remember him agreeing Spike?" Darla asks seriously.
"I do remember that."
Lindsey whimpers. "So that just means...you can do anything?"
"As long as it doesn't harm you or put you in danger. Yes. Is that a problem?" Her eyes meet Spike's, wondering if Lindsey will back out.
Lindsey shifts and squirms uncomfortably. Does he want to belong to these two, pretty much unconditionally?
The clerk speaks up helpfully. "Domestic problems? We have a lounge in the back if you need to have a little discussion."
"That would be helpful." Darla replies, still watching Lindsey's reaction. Her human senses mean that she feels pretty much blind in trying to read him. "Could you show us where it is?"
"Of course." He guides them back and unlocks the room, handing them the key. "Just lock it back up and bring the key back up front when you're done." Inside is a bed, a sofa, a few chairs, along with a bathroom to the side.
"Thank you." Taking the key and leading the way inside, Darla takes a seat on the sofa.
Spike follows, leading Lindsey and bringing him along to the sofa. "Kneel." Spike sits next to Darla.
Lindsey kneels and looks up at them. He's still really unsure about this.
Darla takes Spike's hand and waits for him to start, knowing that he can use his gifts where she no longer can.
Spike reaches out and strokes Lindsey's cheek. "Now what's the problem?"
"It's just...” Lindsey sighs. "What do you want with me? Why...why do you want me? Don't get me wrong...I love the little Dom/sub games as much as the next pervert...but it doesn't look like you two are playing games."
"You're a intelligent man, working for a powerful organization." Darla begins. "And the idea of you being our pet is intoxicating. Having you submit to us totally, belong to us in every way... "
"Pet?" Lindsey asks, even as he shivers and his cock noticeably hardens.
"Yeah," Spike adds, scenting his reaction, seeing how much the word resonates with him. "Vampires keep 'uman pets. Precious belongings. Very prized."
Darla hums her agreement, watching him beneath lowered lashes. "Unless you'd prefer the more human term of 'slave'?"
Lindsey groans at that, but he answers. "Pet will be fine." Oh god, this is real. They're really intending to keep him.
"And it's what you want?"
"I just belong to you. You do what you will with me?"
Spike purrs and strokes his face some more. "Yes. You will be ours."
Lindsey closes his eyes. He thinks about it. God only knows what these two would do to him. And that thought is both erotic and terrifying. On the other hand, if he says no... They're likely to take off and find someone else. He opens his eyes and nods. "Yes. It's what I want."
"Ours to pleasure? Ours to order? Ours to punish?" Darla asks, seeking clarification for him as well as them.
Lindsey shivers hard but he nods. "Yes. Yes to all of that."
"Good boy." Darla cups his face, drawing him into a kiss, dominating his mouth.
Pulling back she moves him towards Spike.
Spike leans down and kisses him too, grabbing the nape of his neck and holding him close. He lets him go and smiles. "You're going to be the first Aurelian pet in a long time."
"Aurelian? As in I belong to the whole family?"
"You can if you want. Or just certain members. It would only be Masters though." Darla replies.
Spike grins, as if reading Lindsey's mind. "You mean would we lend you to Angel if he wanted you?"
Lindsey blushes and ducks his head.
Chuckling at Lindsey's reaction Darla continues for Spike. "I'm sure that could be arranged. *If* you earn it."
Lindsey nods, still blushing.
"Now, have we dealt with your worries?" Darla asks, wanting to get on with more enjoyable pursuits, be it sex or shopping.
Lindsey nods again. "Yes, Darla."
"Good, now shall we continue shopping? Or was there something else you wished to discuss, before you become ours fully?"
"Nothing else." Lindsey swallows. If he's going to do this it will be like everything else...damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.
"Spike?"
"Yeah, Darla?"
"Do you have anything to add?"
"Think you covered it." He reaches down and pulls Lindsey to his feet and turns him around, undoing the belts and standing to massage him between the shoulder blades. "Don't want to damage him though. We must remember circulation."
"Hmm. We'll have to get some restraints that humans use." Darla says, moving over towards the door. Opening it she walks through back into the store, turning and waiting for the boys to follow.
Spike pulls Lindsey along, grinning. He whispers in Lindsey's ear. "You're going to experience more pleasure and pain than most 'umans ever dream of."
Lindsey shivers as he walks with Spike back out into the store.
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TITLE: Sanguine Revival
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Darla, Darla/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, mention of past William/Angelus.
SUMMARY: Darla and Spike meet up in a bar in L.A., and wickedness ensues.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
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SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Het sex, m/m slash, voyeurism, humiliation, public display, bdsm, oral sex.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 9614 Words.
The words were still ringing in his ears. "You're beneath me." The bitch. He must have been out of his mind to ever even imagine he was in love with her. But neutered as he was by the bloody chip, he could still occasionally slip the leash. He'd stolen the money and gotten the old DeSoto and left. And now here he was in Los Angeles, sucking down beers in a seedy bar, trying to figure out his next move.
Darla had spent hours pacing back and forth in front of the picture windows at Lindsey's apartment. Her fury at the souled bastard was incredible. How could he be so ungracious? She had given him a wonderful gift when she turned him. And now not only did he refuse to return that gift, he denied that it was anything but damnation. To top it all off, he spouted some sanctimonious bullshit about not wanting to damn her soul again. Like she gave a damn about her filthy soul. All that pacing and fury had done nothing but make her heart race, reminding her of its weakness. So now, in desperation she ventured out into the L.A. night.
Spike notices an attractive blonde walk in through the door. He notices all the pretty women...and the men...though of course they're no longer prey. His eyes widen. It can't be...He scents. It smells like her. He watches, wondering, to see what she'll do.
Looking around the dingy bar Darla notices how many men turn to look and can't help noticing which would be the best, and stupidest, prey. But tonight she wasn't looking for food, because after all thanks to her 'darling boy' she was still human. No, tonight she was looking for different prey altogether. A true predator, not just one who thought he was in his own pathetic mind. Her eyes scan over those sitting at the bar only to freeze on one particular individual. She felt her lips curve into a smile. Now this *was * a bit of luck. Making her way across the room she slid onto a barstool beside "William. Sweet Boy. What a pleasant surprise."
That settled it. It was her. Though he could feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat from here. He smiles. "Darla. Fancy meeting you 'ere. Nice trick, you bein' dust and all."
"You heard about that... unfortunate turn of events then?"
Spike nods. "Oh yeah. Angel told me 'imself, back when 'e lost 'is soul for a few months. So 'ow d'you come to be back in the flesh? All the way back, as I can tell."
"Have you heard of Wolfram and Hart? They brought me back. Apparently there was a prophecy of my return. Unfortunately they saw fit to resurrect me as human." Her nose wrinkles slightly. "Though hopefully, it's a state I won't be remaining in."
Spike smiles a little at that. "Ah. So that's why you've sought me out." His lips quirk. "Women lately only seem t'want me for something other than my hot tight little body."
"What woman wouldn't want your body?" She smirks. "It's such a pretty one. But no, I had no idea you were here. Though, perhaps you're not all that far off the mark."
Spike snorts. "You'd be surprised. Dru left me...and then...” He trails off, suddenly not really wanting to confess to imagining himself in love with a Slayer. "But at any rate, you'd not 'eard. I'm toothless, so to speak. Neutered, as a vampire. Courtesy of a little chip in my 'ead."
She frowns. "A chip? Do you mean a computer chip?"
Spike nods. "Yeah. Quasi-magical, highly experimental. I'm one of the experiments. The one that got away."
"Well you were always one for doing what people don't want you to do. But how on Earth did you end up as an experiment? And for who?" She asks perplexed.
"Bloody secret government group. Tasered me, took me in, cut me open, put it in." He sighs. "Now I can't attack 'umans without it zapping me near unconscious. Can attack demons and vamps, though."
Darla makes a rather pathetic growling sound in my chest at the news. Hearing it she makes a sound of frustration and curses. Gods! She really hates being human. Damned souled bastard of an ex-childe.
Just then a boorish idiot moves up beside her. "Hey baby. Why don't you come sit with a real man?"
Spike looks over and growls, shifting into game face. "Back off, moron."
"Shit, what the fuck are you man?" The idiot stumbles backwards, almost pissing himself.
"He's more of a man than you are. And far more hygienic." Darla says, turning up her nose in disgust. "Come along William, let's leave this hole to the pond scum."
"Hey!" He seems to understand the insult, surprisingly. "Who are you calling scum, bitch?"
A Texan drawl sounds from behind him. "I'm pretty sure it was you. And don't be calling the lady a bitch." The man whirls to look at the small man and he whirls with a vicious kick, downing the much larger man.
Darla slides off the stool and steps over the fallen man. "Lindsey darling," She purrs. "Are you following me?"
Lindsey smiles up at Darla. "Of course I was. This is a dangerous city. Can't let you get hurt." He looks over at the blond man behind her. "Friend of yours?"
Turning Darla holds out her hand. "Lindsey this is Spike. Spike, Lindsey."
Lindsey shifts a little nervously. "Spike? As in *the* Spike, William the Bloody?"
Spike grins. "One and the same."
The idiot on the floor stirs. "Shall we leave gentlemen? I think I'd rather continue this conversation somewhere... well *cleaner*"
Lindsey nods. "Back to my place then?" He's not really comfortable with a vampire coming back, but it doesn't look like he has much choice. What Darla wants, Darla gets.
Spike shrugs. "Might as well."
Darla inclines her head in agreement and takes Spike's arm. Lindsey's sweet, but she’s not stupid enough to trust him, and Spike's presence has lifted a weight she wasn't aware of.
Lindsey sighs as Darla takes Spike's arm. Second place again, this time to Angel's childe. But he follows, like a faithful dog, as Darla and Spike head out onto the street. He unlocks his truck. "It'll be a tight fit, all three of us."
"Oh I'm sure we'll manage it." Darla gives Spike a look through lowered lashes as Lindsey slides into the driver's side.
Spike chuckles, leaning over to kiss Darla's cheek, sliding a discreet hand down to cup one asscheek as he does. "I'm sure we will. We're used to being close."
She pushes back into his hand, sliding one hand around to squeeze his ass in return before stepping up into the truck.
Lindsey slides into the driver's seat, gunning the old truck into life. He gives a heavy sigh as he pulls off, heading back to the apartment.
Spike is squeezed in tight against Darla. A living Darla, her warmth reminding him of what he can't have, but family. And looking very welcome after the events of the past year. He leans over to take a better look at the driver. Pretty enough. Blue eyes, brown hair, small, slender, muscular. Just Angelus' taste. He wonders idly if Angel had ever been tempted. He whispers to Darla, too low for Lindsey to hear. "Who's your friend? He looks jealous."
Shifting over his one thigh Darla settles herself between Spike's legs; ass pressed snugly against his, fully expected, half-hard cock. Answering just as low "A lawyer, Wolfram and Hart, one of the ones who brought me back, he's a little... proprietary."
Spike hardens a bit more, feeling Darla's ass against him. He reaches up a hand to brush the side of her breast out of Lindsey's view. "Will 'e be a problem?"
"I don't know, probably. I'm not sure how much of it is desire for me, and how much a desire to get one over on your Sire by screwing me." Dropping her right hand she starts to run it up and down the outside of his thigh.
Spike purrs and presses against Darla. " 'as a 'ard on for Angel, does 'e?" Spike chuckles, low and evil.
Darla snorts quietly, "Like a torpedo. Or a heat seeking missile. It hones in on the bastard from near a 1000 meters, I think." Arching her hips she wriggles against the erection rising against her ass.
Spike nuzzles against the back of Darla's neck, taking in her warmth and the scent of her hair as he keeps stroking the side of her breast. He's hardening quickly. He chances another quick glance at Lindsey, and sniffs. He chuckles inwardly as he catches a whiff of arousal from him. Yeah, Lindsey was catching the show.
Tilting her head, she lets it fall back on his shoulder, baring her neck. "Is he hard?" she murmurs.
Spike chuckles and licks across Darla's bared neck. "He is indeed. Should we play with 'im?" He feels a rush. It's almost like the old days.
"Oh yes," Darla chuckles in reply. "Since he's so desperate to become one of the family, let’s show him what it is he wants." Turning her head she catches Lindsey glancing at them out of the corner of his eye. Smiling sweetly at him she slides down onto the floor of the cab, twisting to press her face against Spike's crotch, just resting her cheek against the bulge. Raising her voice she asked the lawyer, "So Lindsey, you've heard of our William then?"
Spike groans softly as Darla slides down onto the floor of the cab. He looks over at Lindsey. He wouldn't miss this for the world.
Lindsey looks over, and his eyes widen before he pulls his eyes back to the road. A mix of jealousy and arousal floods through him, but he forces his voice to reply evenly. "Yeah. Read his file when I was researching Angel."
"Really? Why don't you tell us what his file says?" She begins to nuzzle at the hard length inside Spike's jeans, waiting for Lindsey's answer.
Spike moans softly, looking down at Darla, keeping a watch on Lindsey from the corner of his eye.
Lindsey's hands grip tight on the steering wheel, even as he wants to look, to see what is making the blond vampire moan like that. "Well it's a big file. Talks about him being made by Angelus, his exploits, including slaying the Slayers, his time with Drusilla, and of course, his more recent deeds. Finding the Gem of Amarra, losing it, torturing Angel to try and get it back, being captured by the Initiative, escaping, and then joining forces with Buffy."
Breathing in the scent Darla moans quietly. Even with her human senses he smells wonderful. Bracing her hands on his thighs she started to mouth at the outline of his cock. "You tortured the souled bastard? Did he enjoy it?” She pauses. “Wait a minute!" She pulls back suddenly. "Buffy? The slayer-bitch?"
Spike looks down, wincing. "Yeah. The Slayer bitch."
Wondering at the pained look on his face Darla decides to shelve that line of questioning for later, sensing that there's a lot to it. Allowing a naughty smile to curve her lips she changes the subject and asks again, "So, *did* he enjoy it?" returning her mouth to the task of teasing him through his jeans.
Spike gives a warm smile at the memory. "Don't think 'e did. But I did. Gave me a nice warm feelin' all the way through. Shoulda taken the opportunity and buggered 'im while I was at it."
Moaning at the thought of Spike fucking his sire, knowing the bastard'd never allow it, she bites harshly at his trapped cock. Raising her head slightly she asks, "Did the file say anything else?" making sure Lindsey's attention is on them.
Spike yelps at the nip to his jeans-covered erection.
Lindsey glances again at the yelp and then back at the road. "Not much else." These three words are ground out between gritted teeth. Fuck he should just pull over and let the two of them go about their business. But he can't.
"How... disappointing. Aren't you disappointed Spike?" She asks blinking innocently up at him and mouthing 'Want to make him come?'
Spike nods down at Darla. "Yeah, m'disappointed."
"Of course you are. Shall I cheer you up? Especially since...didn't you say there were filing cabinets of information on Angelus, Lindsey?" Darla undoes Spike's belt and the buttons on his jeans, reaching inside.
Lindsey nods curtly, refusing to answer out loud. Refusing to be baited. But he looks over as Darla takes out Spike's cock and groans, looking away again.
Spike moans. "Oh, yeah, please cheer me up." He smiles, loving Darla's devious mind. And the look on Lindsey's face was priceless.
"Something wrong Lindsey?" Darla asks sweetly, "Is there a lot of traffic?" Wrapping her hands around the cool hard cock she gives it a squeeze and a quick base to tip pull, swiping up the precum with her tongue.
"Nothing's wrong." Lindsey forces out. Ohhh, that bitch, he thinks. That devious bitch. Why he wants her....
Spike leans back a bit in the seat, groaning, letting Darla work her magic. Her skills certainly hadn't gone, but now with the warmth of her human body...it was intoxicating.
"Hmmm good." Sliding down the foreskin she takes the tip of Spike's cock into her mouth lapping at the slit, making yummy noises as it oozes more precum onto her tongue. "Shall I tell you something about Angelus that probably isn't in those files you so love to read?"
Lindsey glances again, like a fool, groaning as he turns his eyes back to the road. "Yeah. Please."
"I'll tell you why it is that William the Bloody was Angelus' favorite childe." She says before trailing her tongue down the underside of the shaft to the heavy balls. "There are many reasons of course. His intelligence..." Lick, kiss. "His loyalty..." Kiss, lick. Her words are muffled slightly. "His beautiful face... Don't you think his face is beautiful Lindsey?" One hand stroking languidly up and down his cock.
Spike moans softly, panting a little as Darla works over his cock, and her tongue trails along his balls.
Lindsey looks over again. "Yeah. Beautiful." His arousal is getting the better of his anger. And he *is* beautiful. Very much so.
Continuing her list and attentions Darla says, "His Greek statue body..." Sliding her head upwards she takes the tip of Spike's cock into her mouth, slurping noisily, the sounds loud in the cab of the truck.
"Fuck, Darla," Lindsey mutters under his breath. He can imagine it now, not that his T-shirt and jeans hide all that much.
Letting go of his cock with a wet pop she spoke again. "And, most importantly, the fact that he seemed to have been born to this world for the express purpose of..." She leans back till she can see Lindsey's face.
Lindsey's curiosity is piqued, and he looks over. "Yeah?"
Watching him carefully she hides her smirk and says, slowly and deliberately, "Sucking Angelus' huge cock."
Lindsey groans and cums then in his jeans, gripping the wheel and pulling over the truck so he doesn't wreck it.
Darla looks at Spike, a wicked grin on her lips. Blows him a kiss before ducking her head back down to his groin, licking smooth stripes up his cock. "Hmm Lindsey, so was it the thought of Angelus' big cock or the thought of Spike sucking it that made you come so suddenly?"
Spike moans, reaching a hand down to curl in Darla's long blonde hair as she licks.
Lindsey watches. He's pulled over; he might as well enjoy the show. He thinks about the question. "Probably both. Is it really...big?"
"Oh yes very. Wouldn't you say Spike?"
"Put John 'olmes t'shame."
Lindsey groans. "And you could take it in?"
Darla giggles slightly against William's cock. "With eagerness, he loves to suck it don't you baby?"
Spike smiles, a wicked grin. "All the way in. Deep throated it. Plus, my tongue...” He puts it all the way out, letting Lindsey see the little genetic oddity he possesses. "Is rather long itself."
Looking back at Darla. "Oh yeah, yeah I do."
Lindsey whimpers and settles back in his seat. Pictures fill his mind, things he can imagine, looking at the scene in front of him.
Resting her head on Spike's thigh, she pulls his cock down to her lips. Meeting Lindsey's eyes she asks, "How far are we from your apartment?"
Lindsey makes himself concentrate. "About a mile."
"And how long will it take us to get there?" She can feel the vibrations of the still running truck and it gives her a lovely idea.
"Umm...probably 5 minutes."
Pouting prettily she sighs, "Shame. I was hoping for a longer...'ride'. Weren't you darling?" She turns glittering eyes on Spike.
Spike chuckles and grins. "Yeah, I was."
Lindsey moans. "You want me to drive around a while?"
"If it's not too much trouble."
Lindsey shakes his head. "Not trouble, Darla, not for you." He pulls out and starts driving.
Darla gives Spike a smug smile as she kneels and pulls him down into a kiss. Reaching under her skirt, she slides her panties down her thighs.
Spike purrs into the kiss, and he can see her hands under her skirt. He groans just a little, ready for this little ride, eager for it.
Shifting up into his lap, she sits sideways across, dropping one foot down to the floor to open herself. Taking one of his hands she places it on her inner thigh. Carefully she arranges herself against his chest, so that to anyone outside the truck, their position looks innocent.
Spike places his hands carefully to hold Darla and support her, starting to gently thrust up into her.
Lindsey groans. He can hear what's happening, and see it from the corner of his eye. Damn those two. But he can't stop peeking at them.
Moaning at the feel of a cool cock inside her too warm cunt Darla wriggles slightly, clenching her muscles. Catching Lindsey's peeking looks she grins wickedly at him.
Another mutter from Lindsey. "Shit."
Kissing up Spike's jaw she whispered hotly in his ear, "He's pretty, not as pretty as you though. Bet he'd look prettier writhing on your cock. Would you like to fuck him?"
Spike slides hands down under Darla's skirt, resting on her hips as he pushes harder up into her. The feeling of warm flesh on him is so good. And the added spice of Lindsey watching, his arousal growing again...heaven. He smiles at Darla's words, taking a speculative look at Lindsey. "Yeah. Love to see him on my cock."
"What do you say Lindsey?" Casually leaning back against the door, she raised the hem of her skirt, letting Lindsey get his first look at her pussy. Knowing he wants to be the one fucking her. "You want this cock in *you* later?"
Lindsey looks over, can't help it, knows he shouldn't. He groans. Darla's pussy, and Spike's rather large cock buried in her. And truth be told...he sighs and nods. "Yeah. I would." Damn vampires. They were going to play their games no matter what but he didn't have to make it easy for them.
"We'll have to see if you can earn it. Don't you think Spike?" Darla smirks and starts to circle her hips slightly.
Spike moans thrusts a little harder into her. "Yeah. Though I would like to see what his mouth looks like with my cock shoved in it."
Lindsey groans at that as well. How did he know, damnit, how did that vampire know he had even *sucked* cock?
"Perhaps..." she answers him breathlessly, "...you can show him how Angelus likes his cock sucked."
Spike chuckles. "I could at that. Does Lindsey have a nice cock?"
She leans back up to kiss him, nipping at his lips before answering. "I don't know dear. Why don't you ask him to show us?"
Spike chuckles again. "Lindsey," he says with a voice that's pure liquid sex. "Would you show us your cock?"
Lindsey narrowly avoids hitting another car at that as he swerves to the side of the road again. "Damnit!"
Darla giggles and gasps, the jerking of the truck moving her harshly on Spike's cock. "Something wrong Lindsey?"
"You two, playing with me like this!" Lindsey pants harshly, the bulge of his crotch clearly outlined in his tight jeans.
Pouting and lowering her lashes Darla said "We're sorry Lindsey. We didn't mean to make you angry. Did we?" Turning into Spike she presses her face to his chest sniffling and hiding her grin.
Spike looks at Lindsey with an apparently sincerely contrite look. "Not at all. We really do want to see your cock."
Lindsey sighs. It's no good arguing with them. He groans and reaches down, loosening his belt, unsnapping and unzipping his jeans, and taking out his cock. Not quite as large as Spike's, but nothing to be ashamed of.
Spike nods in approval, his voice back to liquid sex again. "*Very* nice. And such a good boy, showing us like this."
Lindsey whimpers. Fuck, fuck both of them, but he couldn't help but respond to that tone.
Turning her head again Darla takes a long look, smirking at his whimpers. "Oh yes, lovely. And yes, very good. Are you going to carry on being a good boy for us?" Wriggling on Spike's lap she starts to nibble up his neck. "Very pretty cock, shame he won't get to use it on either of us." she whispers against his skin, careful to keep her tones low. "We can't give him too much of what he wants. Keep him on his leash, like a good pet."
Spike nods in approval to Darla's whispered words.
Lindsey closes his eyes and whimpers again. "Yes. Yes I'm going to keep on being a good boy." Oh fuck but they had him now. Found that weak spot in him and pushed it for all it was worth.
"Good boy" Darla purrs. "You can start by pulling back out onto the road. Don't forget to keep that cock on view."
"Shit, Darla...” He whines. But he turns around in the seat and starts out back onto the road, his hard cock bobbing as they move.
Spike groans and pushes harder into Darla again, taking an occasional glance at Lindsey's hard cock. Very nice. He'd make a sweet piece of ass, Spike could tell.
Moaning Darla presses back against his thrusts, glittering eyes fixed on Lindsey's face, with the occasional darting glance at his erection. "You never did tell me how you met Angel?" she asks him, slipping one hand between her legs to caress Spike's balls.
Lindsey groans at the mention of Angel's name. "He barged into my office and booted a vampire client of mine through the window in broad daylight. Dusted him. Cost me a lot of juice."
"Must have been terribly inconvenient." Nipping at Spike's neck Darla breathes out, "It seems Lindsey has had a great many run ins with our *dear* Angel. The surprising thing is... Angel hasn't fucked him yet."
Spike chuckles. "Well 'e is a bit of a monk since 'e got the soul. Pity. Lindsey's just 'is taste. Like Penn, like me. Angelus does love his brown-haired blue-eyed boys."
Lindsey whimpers again. Fucking tormenting vamps. He's imagining Angel bending him over a desk, fucking him hard.
"I know what you're thinking Lindsey." Darla says in a singsong voice. Slipping off her shoe she slides her foot across into Lindsey's lap, running her toes up and down his length. "You're imagining him bending you over that big desk of yours. Sliding his huge prick in and out of your tight little ass. Aren't you?"
Lindsey moans and whimpers, pressing against her toes. "Yeah, Darla." Mind readers. How did they know?
"I'd pay good money to see it." Darla pulls Spike's face to hers, taking his lips in a deep, wet kiss, rocking hard on his cock, feeling her stomach muscles start to tremble and the walls of her cunt start to pulse.
Spike returns the kiss, pushing hard into her, feeling her close, and his own release so very near as well. "Fuck yeah. To see Angel shoving that monster cock into 'im? Well worth the money."
Lindsey groans, his cock leaking again. They were all going to die. They were going to torment him until he crashed the truck and they all died in a fiery explosion.
Pressing against the floor of the cab with her one foot Darla uses it to rock up and down on Spike's cock. Concentrating now on the feel of him inside her and the need to come it's all she can do to curve her foot against Lindsey's cock so that it rests in the curve of her ankle. Grabbing Spike's hand she pulls it between her legs before wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling him into more hot kisses.
Spike pushes harder and faster into Darla as his finger moves unerringly to push aside the swollen hood and find the nub of her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles. He knows her body well from many nights of servicing her at her bidding.
"Yess," She hisses, bucking against his fingers. "Going to make me cum pretty Will?" Panting against his lips. "Going to fill me with your cum? Let Lindsey see? Hmm?" Hard nipping kisses with human teeth. "Make him blow again?"
"Oh, yeah, Darla, going to make you cum nice and hard, going to shoot into you, and watch Lindsey mess up his nice truck." He groans as she nips him.
Lindsey whimpers and whispers, "Fuck."
Darla giggles breathily "You can have a turn later." Her hips start to writhe and her cunt is dripping with her juices and Spike's precum. Pressing her face into Spike's neck she moans loudly, squeezing her muscles rhythmically around his cock. "So good Will, so good inside me, fill me to the brim." Her nails dig into his neck harshly as her body starts to tighten; she's so very close.
Spike groans and thrusts hard and fast. He can't hold out, it's been too long, and her sweet warmth on him is more than he can take. "OHHHH FUCK DARLA!" He shouts as he releases hard inside her.
His cock has warmed from being inside her so the sudden sensation of his cool cum spurting inside her as his hips snap hard against her sends her spiraling into orgasm, crying out as she arches back against the door.
Lindsey moans helplessly. The sounds of their release and the little glances he takes are too much and he cums hard, splattering on the underside of the steering wheel.
As her body relaxes Darla curls up against Spike's chest, shivering with after shocks. She hasn't been with anyone since she came back and it feels like an eternity. The stress of the last months and her release combine until she's fighting back sobs. A few tears trickle out of the corner of her eyes and she turns her head pressing closer, not wanting Lindsey to see.
Spike can feel the tears, smell them like blood. Instinctively he moves so that Lindsey can't see Darla's face. He strokes her hair, purring softly to her.
Smiling at the vibrations coming from his chest she discreetly wipes her eyes before raising her face to his.
Spike leans down and kisses Darla tenderly. No one gave vamps any credit for the ability to love, to be gentle and tender, but especially inside the family they could be very tender.
Winding both arms around his neck she moans into the gentle kiss, drawing it out, tongue tangling with his until a burning in her lungs forces her to pull away gasping for breath.
Lindsey grips the wheel harder as they kiss. He can't see their faces but he can hear the moan, and the purring.
Spike smiles and whispers softly to Darla. "Good to be back with family," he purrs.
"God yes, I missed you so much, Sweet William." Darla murmurs against Spike's jaw. Louder - "Did we make him come?"
Spike chuckles. "We did."
Lindsey colors with embarrassment.
Shaking off her melancholy she leans around Spike, smirking at the blushing Lindsey. "No need to be embarrassed. It's not like you could help it. We know how sexy we are. Though you *are* gonna have to do something about this." With that she raised her cum covered foot slightly, wriggling her toes.
Lindsey leans over and obediently starts licking her toes clean, slowing so he doesn't crash the truck. He chokes a bit as he swallows his own cum, but he doesn't stop licking.
"Good boy." Darla purrs as he licks. When he's finished she continues. "He deserves a little treat. Don't you think Spike?"
Spike nods and purrs back. "I think so. He's been a very good boy."
Meeting his eyes Darla smiles widely, using the arms around his neck to lift herself up enough so that his cock slips free of her slick pussy. Settling back downs she lets go. Turning back to Lindsey she holds his eyes as she reaches between her wet thighs. She squeezes her muscles enough to cause a thick trickle of come to emerge from her cunt. Swiping it up with her fingers she brings the mix of juices to rest just in front of Lindsey's mouth. "Here's your treat. Why don't you have a taste?"
Lindsey moans and licks her fingers. He can taste her sweetness, and the cool saltiness of Spike. He's almost completely red from embarrassment as he licks.
Pulling back her hand she smiles sweetly. "There you go. Now, how far are we from your apartment?" Swiping up more cum from between her legs she brings it to her own mouth. Pulling Spike into a kiss she feeds it to him.
Spike moans and kisses her eagerly, tasting their mixed juices.
"Still about a mile. I've been circling."
"Good. Why don't you take us there? I think that there are a few more things the three of us should, discuss."
Lindsey nods. "Yes, Darla." A few minutes later they are back at his apartment, and Darla and Spike are tidied and tucked away, Lindsey has to hastily do up his jeans and scramble to follow.
Standing outside the apartment Darla presses against Spike's chest, kissing him deeply while they wait for Lindsey to open the door.
Spike moans, holding Darla to his as she kisses him. He notes Lindsey's tension as he watches them and opens the door. They all move inside.
Moving away from Spike's embrace Darla walks further into the apartment, hips swaying. "So, Lindsey. Tell us more about your dealings with Angel and his pet humans."
Spike slides his duster off his shoulders, hanging it on a hook and then draping himself like a big lazy cat over one of Lindsey's chairs. His blue eyes flit between Lindsey and Darla.
Making her way over to the large windows, she scans outside. Vampire instincts still working. Turning back she waits for Lindsey's answer.
Lindsey sighs. "What else do you want to know? Everything we try to do to him backfires. We send a rogue crazy Slayer after him, he converts her to good and gets her to surrender herself to go to prison. He gets witnesses to testify against our clients. He thwarts our every plan. He breaks into the building, seemingly at will."
“He always was a law unto himself." Darla muses as she moves over to settle herself in Spike's lap once more. Wriggling into a comfortable position, she ends up with one leg between his and the other hooked over the arm of the chair, purposely reminding Lindsey of the show they gave him in the truck.
Spike purrs and holds Darla to him, arm wrapped around her waist. He nuzzles her neck, and then he speaks, his voice that same, compelling liquid sex voice. Just a touch of his Seducer aura reaches out for Lindsey. "You don't look comfortable in those clothes, Lindsey. Why don't you take them off for us?"
Turning her face into Spike's neck, Darla hides her grin at his ploy.
Lindsey whimpers. Something is pulling at him, and he's sure that Spike is doing something, but he's not sure what. Still, Spike can't attack him, and he really does want to take off his clothes. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and slides it off, his smooth muscular chest and flat stomach coming into view.
Spike smiles and nods appreciatively as Lindsey begins to strip.
Darla returns her gaze to Lindsey in order to watch the show, leaning her head back against Spike's shoulder while slouching down further in his lap, spreading her legs a little wider.
Spike reaches his other hand down and pushes it up under Darla's skirt, cupping her mound through her panties.
Lindsey unbuckles his belt, setting it aside. Then he unsnaps and unzips his jeans, sliding them down and taking off his boots and socks. He stands naked, his hard cock at attention.
Spike smiles. "Good boy. Now bring me the belt, and turn around."
"Very nice." Darla purrs appreciatively. Reaching one hand between her and Spike she rubs and caresses Spike's crotch. "You have such lovely ideas William."
Spike moans and presses against Darla's touch. "Glad you approve."
"Oh I do."
Lindsey picks up the belt and moves over. It's not a thrall. He could stop right now, he tells himself. But there's that promise of unbelievable pleasure in Spike's voice. He hands him the belt and turns around, trembling.
" *Very* good boy," Spike says. He gives the belt to Darla. "Want to secure his hands, Darla?"
Sitting forward she takes the belt from Spike. "Thank you Spike. I'd *love* to." She proceeds to wrap the belt around Lindsey's wrists, tying them firmly together.
Lindsey groans as the leather bites into his wrists. His cock leaps at the rush of excitement and the little tinge of fear. "Ohhh fuck Darla...."
"Yes Lindsey?" she asks sweetly.
He whimpers. "What are you two going to do to me?"
"Why? We're giving you what you want. Us."
Lindsey moans. "Ohhh god."
Spike reaches up and strokes a hand across Lindsey's ass, feeling the firm cheeks and soft skin. "Nice. Like I thought."
Sliding sideways onto the arm of the chair, Darla gives Spike room to work, pausing only to pull him into a hard kiss.
Spike kisses back hard. "Thank you Darla." He pulls Lindsey closer, grabbing his ass, kneading the cheeks, and pressing a finger against his pucker.
Lindsey whimpers and moans, spreading his legs to give Spike better access. He's spreading shamelessly for a vampire, but he doesn't care.
Spike smiles. "What should we have him do first, Darla?"
Darla watches avidly as Spike's finger slides inside Lindsey's ass, moaning a little at the sight. "Oh I don't know... Perhaps he should put that clever lawyer's mouth to use?"
"Excellent idea. Care to have the first go?"
Lindsey whimpers again as the two of them casually discuss what he will do, like he's a pet or property, to be played with as they will.
Meeting his eyes Darla grins, "Why that's very generous of you dear. I'd love to."
Spike pulls out his finger and smacks Lindsey on the ass. "Turn around and kneel."
Lindsey turns around and kneels on the floor in front of the chair. He licks his lips, looking up at the two of them.
Looking at Spike through hooded eyes Darla slides back into his lap, bringing his hands to the hem of her skirt.
Spike pulls up Darla's skirt, and reaches down to hook fingers into her panties, using his strength to rip them off her.
Moaning quietly, Darla leans back against his chest, bringing her hands up to undo the buttons of her shirt.
Lindsey looks at Darla's pussy, spread in front of him. "You want me to start now?"
"No time like the present." Darla smirks down at him.
Lindsey moans and moves his head forward, starting to lick up and down her spread lips, tasting her. He's dreamed of this, of licking her, but not like this. Not bound and with Spike watching. But as much as he's humiliated, he's also aroused.
Darla feels a rush of heat at humiliating Lindsey. One of those directly responsible for her current human status. Tilting her head back and to the side she raises her lips to Spike's.
Spike kisses Darla. He slides his hands inside her open shirt, cupping her breasts through her thin sheer bra. He may not be able to attack humans, but he can still influence them, and having Lindsey here serving them is sweet.
Moaning a bit more Darla arches her breasts into his hands.
Lindsey licks in further, pressing his tongue up into Darla, tasting her, but also tasting Spike still in her. A reminder of what Spike was so freely given and Lindsey denied.
Tilting her hips Darla presses against Lindsey tongue whimpering against Spike's mouth.
Spike moves his hands to unsnap Darla's bra and slide it off, freeing her full breasts and kneading them in his hands.
Arching into his hands further Darla slides her hands back between their bodies, undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. Impatiently she pulls of the rest of her clothes, before leaning back into him.
Lindsey pushes in further, licking into her, then pulling back and flicking a tongue across her clit.
Spike groans and pushes into Darla's grip. He rubs his palms over her nipples, watching them peak, then pulls at them.
Louder moans fall from Darla's lips and she starts to thrust her hips. Turning her head she starts to nip and bite at Spike's neck and jaw.
Spike lets out little purr-growls. "Oh god Darla." It's good feeling teeth on his skin.
Lindsey whimpers and moans as he continues to work. Darla is writhing, but all her attentions are lavished on Spike, not him.
Bringing one hand to cup the back of Lindsey's head Darla holds him against her, her other hand is curled loosely around Spike's cock, stroking is too awkward in this position, so she firms her grip and lets him use her hand.
Lindsey’s ashamed of how good Darla's hand feels, how even that minimal contact arouses and gratifies him as he continues to lick her.
Spike thrusts and rubs against Darla's hand as he continues to squeeze and twist and pull at Darla's nipples.
Panting now, Darla writhes her hips, trying to move Lindsey's tongue deep into her opening as her orgasm starts to coil tight in her belly.
Lindsey can feel her tighten and he pushes in as hard and deep as he can manage.
Riding and grinding on his tongue Darla whimpers loudly, pressing her head back against Spike's shoulder. As her body arches in orgasm she screams out "Oh, God yes! WILLIAM!!"
Lindsey is still licking, letting Darla ride out her orgasm, but he's humiliated. His face burns as he keeps licking. Didn't even call out his name with his tongue buried in her.
Spike chuckles, holding Darla tight to him. Poor Lindsey, he thinks, your humiliation has just begun.
Still shaking and shivering in orgasm, one part of Darla's mind smirks at Lindsey's probable mortifying position. She's really not all that sure her demon isn't still with her. Letting go of Lindsey's skull she wraps her arm up behind Spike's neck. Tilting her head against she pulls his mouth close, gasping and whimpering against his lips, still murmuring his name.
Spike purrs and kisses Darla. "Darla, god, so good to be with you again."
"And you Sweet Will." Raising her head she drops her eyes to where Lindsey kneels between her legs, still licking gently. "Thank you Lindsey" She says politely, "that was lovely." She speaks as if he has simply served her a pleasant cup of tea, for all the tone of her voice conveys.
Lindsey pulls back, her juices still on his face. He whimpers and looks down, obviously embarrassed and upset.
Spike purrs to Darla. "So was 'e any good?"
"Now Lindsey," she purrs, "whatever's the matter?" Nuzzling into Spike's jaw she answers him, "Oh yes, he shows a great deal of promise."
Lindsey grunts. "Fucking vampires."
Spike raises an eyebrow. "Well I think I should see 'ow 'e sucks cock." He looks down at Lindsey's response. "I don't think you'll be fucking any vampires anytime soon. But one may fuck you, if you're good."
"If you're very good..." Darla concurs. Sliding out of Spike's lap she settles on the arm of the chair again.
Lindsey groans. The thought of Spike fucking him...
Spike slides his jeans down and off, and takes the opportunity to strip off his shirt as well. He moves forward on the chair, his erect cock bobbing just in front of Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey starts carefully licking around the head of Spike cock, tongue swirling and pressing, dipping into the slit, playing around the edge.
Curling up on one hip Darla ensures her good view of the action by resting her head on Spike's shoulder. Reaching out with one hand she returns his earlier attentions by cupping one pectoral, flicking her thumbnail across his nipple.
Spike groans at Lindsey's attentions. Not bad, he thinks. He arches into Darla's touch and wraps an arm around her, stroking a hand over her flat smooth stomach.
Lindsey keeps licking, then takes in the head, starting to suck, and pushes forward. His eyes close.
Sighing at Spike’s gentle touch Darla starts to press soft kisses across the skin of his shoulder, eyes still on Lindsey's face.
"Open your eyes, Lindsey. Look at me. I want to see those pretty blue eyes while you suck my cock."
Lindsey groans and his eyes open, fixing on Spike. He hates this, can't hide anything from Spike or from Darla, can't retreat within himself.
Pulling herself up higher along the chair arm, Darla trails her kisses towards and up Spike's neck to his ear. Nibbling and tonguing it wetly she murmurs into its curve. "I want to see you fuck his face. Make him take all of your length into his throat."
Spike nods and grins. He reaches a hand down and grips into Lindsey's hair, starting to rock his hips forward, thrusting into Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey's eyes widen as Spike start to face-fuck him. He considers struggling and pulling away, making the chip activate, but then Spike will never fuck him.
Moaning Darla speaks breathlessly. "Such a pretty cock. Feels so good, so big in your throat. Pushing its way inside, making you think you're going to choke on it." Biting harshly at the lobe of Spike's ear, she continues heatedly. "Makes you want to feel it swell and spurt. Struggling only makes it feel better, makes you hotter. But you're not going to struggle are you Lindsey? You want his cock too much."
Spike smiles and licks his lips at Darla's cruel teasing. Lindsey was going to break in so well, be such a sweet pet.
Lindsey moans, his eyes still on Spike's as he's been ordered, but Darla's words ring true. He does want this cock. He struggles to get in gasps of breath between Spike shoving his cock to the back of his throat.
Moving away from Spike and sliding behind Lindsey, Darla presses in close, crushing her breasts against his back. "That's it Lindsey, take it. Take that face fucking. You want it so bad don't you? Want to feel him thrusting it in here." Her fingers trace down his spine and between his cheeks, one pressing roughly inside, "Hard, pounding into you like he is your throat. Filling you, stretching your tight ass. The pain and pleasure burning you."
Lindsey groans and whimpers, pushing back against Darla's finger. Damnit, damnit to hell! How did they know him so well?
Spike moans and keeps face-fucking Lindsey. "Oh Darla, so good. You have the little whore to a T."
"I know." She purrs, smiling up at him. "I've seen his kind so many times. Desperate for cock, for a good hard buggering. Lusting after vampires, wanting to belong to a Master." Bringing her mouth to Lindsey's ear she whispers, "Do you want to be ours Lindsey? Want Spike to be your Master?" Pause "Or Angelus?"
Lindsey whimpers and makes a sobbing sound in his throat as Darla speaks, as Spike fucks his mouth.
That little sound is just what Spike needs. He buries his cock deep, pouring shot after shot down Lindsey's throat.
Darla's eyes fix on Spike's face as he comes. "That's it Baby, cum in his throat. Thick yummy cum."
Lindsey struggles to swallow and not to choke; his eyesight starting to gray and his throat burn from lack of oxygen.
Spike watches, pulling back just at the last moment, letting Lindsey suck in breath just before the danger point. He doesn't pull his cock out all the way, though.
Climbing over Lindsey, Darla straddles Spike, her mound pressed against his stomach. Cupping his face she presses doting kisses over his cheeks and down to his lips. "Beautiful Boy. So sexy when you come. Missed you so much, love you." She breathes between kisses.
Spike kisses back, holding Darla close. "Love you, Darla. Such a goddess." He strokes her cheek. "So glad I came to L.A."
Lindsey whimpers and pulls back. Ignored, treated like furniture. Why was he even here?
"Me too baby." Turning in his arms she leans down, letting him support her as she pulls Lindsey into a kiss. The first kiss she's ever given him. "And you. Such a good boy." She coos, "you did so well taking all that big cock first time. You deserve a reward, don't you?"
Lindsey moans, despite himself, at the kiss. At the touch of Darla's lips on his. And he nods in answer to her question, not trusting his voice.
"Yes you do." Letting Spike pull her back up, she leans against him again. "What do you think Spike? What shall we give our good boy?"
Spike looks down. "I think we need some toys for Lindsey. And a pretty collar."
Shivering in anticipation Darla agrees. "Oh yes, a lovely little collar, that he can wear for us underneath his suits."
Lindsey moans and whimpers. "Darla...underneath my suits?"
"Of course." She leans down to cup his cheek, caressing over the cheekbone, petting him. "You *do* want to be ours don't you?"
Lindsey moans again and rubs against Darla's hand. "I do."
"Then you need to wear something that marks you as ours. That means a collar, a piercing or a tattoo. I think a nice collar to start. Don't you Spike?"
"To start." Spike purrs. "I think all three eventually. I like being thorough. Wouldn't do to 'ave a pet get lost."
"You're right. That wouldn't do at all." Standing up, Darla stretches her body, displaying it for both men. "We'd best go and see to it now. Since it's Lindsey's reward for being such a good boy."
Lindsey looks at Darla's body and struggles to get up off the floor at her words.
Spike gets up and starts pulling on clothes. "So 'ow much should we let 'im wear down there?"
Picking up her clothes Darla pauses in thought. "Well we should start him off easy. After all he is very new to this. Perhaps we should let him wear his jeans?"
Spike looks speculatively. "Yeah. Jeans sounds good."
Lindsey lets out a sigh. "Thank you." He turns around. "Ummm...can you untie my hands so I can put them on?"
Darla looks at Spike eyebrows raised in query.
Spike shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. I'll 'elp you on with your jeans."
Lindsey groans. "Darla, please!"
"Now now Lindsey. Spike has decided. And since he is the only actual Master Vampire here." She says pointedly, "His word stands."
Lindsey whimpers and hangs his head. "Yes Darla."
Buttoning her shirt she turns to Spike. "Any ideas of where we should go?"
Spike leans down and takes the jeans, helping Lindsey into the jeans. "Well I don't know L.A. I imagine Lindsey knows where the nearest fetish shop is, don't you, pet?"
Lindsey nods and forces out, "Yes."
"Is it far?" Darla asks, amused at Lindsey's reticence.
"Not far." Lindsey's cock hardens still a bit more as Spike starts zipping and buttoning the jeans.
Spike grins. "I'll drive then. You can give directions."
Slipping into her shoes Darla reaches out to remove Spike's belt. Grinning at him she slips the end through the belt looping Lindsey's wrists, then through the buckle, pulling it tight. She hands the end of the leash to Spike with a kiss.
Spike kisses back and chuckles. "Excellent idea."
Lindsey whimpers, head down. Damn Darla, did she *have* to make it worse?
"Thank you." Taking Spike's hand Darla leads him towards the door, picking up the keys on the way.
Spike pulls on the leash, and Lindsey trots along. It's nighttime but there are still a few people about to witness his humiliation as they head to the truck.
Unlocking the passenger side, Darla hands the keys to Spike and climbs in before indicated that Lindsey should crawl into the foot well.
Spike grins, taking the keys and setting into the driver's seat. He revs up the engine.
Lindsey crawls into the truck, at Darla's feet, unable to do anything but kneel with his hands bound behind him.
Resting her heeled feet on his thighs, Darla leans against Spike as he drives. "Where is this store then Lindsey?"
Lindsey groans as the heels bite into his thighs, and starts giving directions. In a few minutes they pull up in front of the store.
Spike gets out and comes round to open the door and help Darla out. Then he pulls on the leash, urging Lindsey out and pulling him towards the store.
This is obviously a very upscale shop. Not for the casual shopper, not gaudy or cheap. The place is filled with high-quality leatherwear and chain mail and sex toys that look more like artwork.
Darla looks around the shop impressed for a moment before heading for the collars. "First order of business..."
"First?" Lindsey says. "There's more?"
"Of course."
"What else are you getting?"
Spike pulls a bit on the leash, jerking Lindsey's arms back. "Don't question your Mistress."
One of the sales clerks walks up to the counter. "Ah, I can see that one is needing some training. Here for an outfitting?"
"I have a few ideas, and I'm sure my companion has a few more. Though, we'll probably see lots more that we like. Spike, What do you think of this collar?" Darla holds up a steel chain mail collar, in a snake chain style.
Spike looks at it. "Pretty. And it would fit under his shirts."
Bringing it over she holds it around Lindsey's neck checking the fit.
Lindsey holds still, feeling the cold metal against his neck, and shivers
"Hmm." Darla tilts her head consideringly before looking back over at Spike.
"Suits 'im." Spike nods approvingly.
Handing it to Spike she walks over to get a cart. Walking back over with it she smirks at Lindsey. "We have plenty to buy, I think. Something for all of us."
Lindsey moans and shifts. His arms are getting sore from being restrained as they are.
"What next? Some manacles perhaps?"
"Well, I did notice something quite nice which would match his collar somewhat." Darla replies, leading Spike further along slightly from where she found the collar. Lifting a hand she gestures at the display.
"A harness. Lovely." Spike reaches out and strokes a hand over it. "Should get it, definitely. Lots of uses."
"Just my thought." Darla agreed. Turning to the sales clerk, she says, "We would like one of these harnesses."
"Of course. Want me to measure your sub to get a proper fit for him?"
"Please." Darla agrees. "We shall continue browsing while you do."
"Darla...." Lindsey whines. It looks like they're planning full slave gear for him without any discussion about this or anything.
The sales clerk comes around with a measuring tape and starts taking measurements of Lindsey.
"Lindsey?" Darla looks at him as if surprised he'd dare to speak.
"I didn't...I didn't agree to this."
"Didn't you? I was sure you said that you wanted to be ours. To be marked as ours? Don't you remember him agreeing Spike?" Darla asks seriously.
"I do remember that."
Lindsey whimpers. "So that just means...you can do anything?"
"As long as it doesn't harm you or put you in danger. Yes. Is that a problem?" Her eyes meet Spike's, wondering if Lindsey will back out.
Lindsey shifts and squirms uncomfortably. Does he want to belong to these two, pretty much unconditionally?
The clerk speaks up helpfully. "Domestic problems? We have a lounge in the back if you need to have a little discussion."
"That would be helpful." Darla replies, still watching Lindsey's reaction. Her human senses mean that she feels pretty much blind in trying to read him. "Could you show us where it is?"
"Of course." He guides them back and unlocks the room, handing them the key. "Just lock it back up and bring the key back up front when you're done." Inside is a bed, a sofa, a few chairs, along with a bathroom to the side.
"Thank you." Taking the key and leading the way inside, Darla takes a seat on the sofa.
Spike follows, leading Lindsey and bringing him along to the sofa. "Kneel." Spike sits next to Darla.
Lindsey kneels and looks up at them. He's still really unsure about this.
Darla takes Spike's hand and waits for him to start, knowing that he can use his gifts where she no longer can.
Spike reaches out and strokes Lindsey's cheek. "Now what's the problem?"
"It's just...” Lindsey sighs. "What do you want with me? Why...why do you want me? Don't get me wrong...I love the little Dom/sub games as much as the next pervert...but it doesn't look like you two are playing games."
"You're a intelligent man, working for a powerful organization." Darla begins. "And the idea of you being our pet is intoxicating. Having you submit to us totally, belong to us in every way... "
"Pet?" Lindsey asks, even as he shivers and his cock noticeably hardens.
"Yeah," Spike adds, scenting his reaction, seeing how much the word resonates with him. "Vampires keep 'uman pets. Precious belongings. Very prized."
Darla hums her agreement, watching him beneath lowered lashes. "Unless you'd prefer the more human term of 'slave'?"
Lindsey groans at that, but he answers. "Pet will be fine." Oh god, this is real. They're really intending to keep him.
"And it's what you want?"
"I just belong to you. You do what you will with me?"
Spike purrs and strokes his face some more. "Yes. You will be ours."
Lindsey closes his eyes. He thinks about it. God only knows what these two would do to him. And that thought is both erotic and terrifying. On the other hand, if he says no... They're likely to take off and find someone else. He opens his eyes and nods. "Yes. It's what I want."
"Ours to pleasure? Ours to order? Ours to punish?" Darla asks, seeking clarification for him as well as them.
Lindsey shivers hard but he nods. "Yes. Yes to all of that."
"Good boy." Darla cups his face, drawing him into a kiss, dominating his mouth.
Pulling back she moves him towards Spike.
Spike leans down and kisses him too, grabbing the nape of his neck and holding him close. He lets him go and smiles. "You're going to be the first Aurelian pet in a long time."
"Aurelian? As in I belong to the whole family?"
"You can if you want. Or just certain members. It would only be Masters though." Darla replies.
Spike grins, as if reading Lindsey's mind. "You mean would we lend you to Angel if he wanted you?"
Lindsey blushes and ducks his head.
Chuckling at Lindsey's reaction Darla continues for Spike. "I'm sure that could be arranged. *If* you earn it."
Lindsey nods, still blushing.
"Now, have we dealt with your worries?" Darla asks, wanting to get on with more enjoyable pursuits, be it sex or shopping.
Lindsey nods again. "Yes, Darla."
"Good, now shall we continue shopping? Or was there something else you wished to discuss, before you become ours fully?"
"Nothing else." Lindsey swallows. If he's going to do this it will be like everything else...damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.
"Spike?"
"Yeah, Darla?"
"Do you have anything to add?"
"Think you covered it." He reaches down and pulls Lindsey to his feet and turns him around, undoing the belts and standing to massage him between the shoulder blades. "Don't want to damage him though. We must remember circulation."
"Hmm. We'll have to get some restraints that humans use." Darla says, moving over towards the door. Opening it she walks through back into the store, turning and waiting for the boys to follow.
Spike pulls Lindsey along, grinning. He whispers in Lindsey's ear. "You're going to experience more pleasure and pain than most 'umans ever dream of."
Lindsey shivers as he walks with Spike back out into the store.