Sanguine Revival 2a/? (Spike/Darla, Darla/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, Adults Only)
For length reasons, this chapter is posted in two parts. This is part A.
AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 2/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Darla, Spike/Darla/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey.
SUMMARY: This chapter- Shopping fun, Spike and Darla break Lindsey in, and Spike and Darla plot.
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, anal sex, bloodplay.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 12,075 Words.
Locking the door, Darla takes the key back to the assistant, retrieving their cart. Returning she asks, "So what's next on the agenda?"
"Manacles, chains, that sort of thing." Spike moves over. "These leather and suede-lined metal ones work best for long-term restraint. Lockable but comfortable."
Darla runs manicured fingers over the items on display, lifting and weighing different ones, feeling the linings.
Spike goes over to the chains, and starts picking out various lengths and thicknesses, and placing them in the cart.
Leaving Spike to the restraints, Darla saunters around to the next aisle. "Oh my," She murmurs to herself. "Now that's an idea. Spike darling," she calls, "Come here when you've finished. Leave Lindsey at the end of the aisle with the cart. "
Spike chuckles. "Be right there." He picks out manacles, a belt, and a few other restraints and places them in the cart, then moves down to Darla. "Yeah?"
Lifting a black male-chastity device from the shelf she shows it to him. "What do you think?"
Spike looks at it, reads the box. He nods approvingly. "Perfect. 'e can wear it all the time. Never needs to take it off unless we want."
"Exactly. Make sure *he* knows who he belongs to without broadcasting it." Darla nods, "Though, perhaps we might get another for in private?"
Spike grins. "Wot one did you 'ave in mind?"
With a smile Darla turns and runs her hand over one of the displayed cages, aptly named 'Captiv'.
Spike looks at the gleaming metal tube. "Poor Lindsey. We're going to keep 'im very short on orgasms, aren't we?"
Darla shrugs. "Well, it's not like he's gonna get to fuck either of us. Plus, it'll help build his stamina."
Spike chuckles and nods in approval. "Let's get them both. A butt plug for 'im as well, you think? If we're going to restrain and train 'im, might as well go the whole route."
Nodding in agreement, Darla replies. "You're right."
Spike purrs and leans over, his lips brushing against Darla's ear. "I love your wicked imagination so very much."
Turning her head she catches his lips, smiling against them. "Well, all those years taming your Sire should count for something don't you think?"
Spike chuckles. "I would've paid good money to get to see you breaking 'im in."
"Remember how he used to complain about you being stubborn and willful?"
Spike grins and nods. "Yeah. I seem to remember that."
"Well, you were a dream in comparison with him." Darla snorts delicately. "Why do you think I waited so long before presenting him to my Sire? And then his actions got us practically banned for decades."
Spike laughs. "Love it. Ahhh, damn but I've missed you."
"And I you." Darla sighs, leaning against his chest. "But we've found each other again. Now if only the rest of the family would come together as they should be."
"Well we can work on that." Spike strokes Darla's hair. "Ready to go back to Lindsey and let 'im see the new purchases?" He grins evilly.
Her eyes glitter at his grin. "Oh yes, his reaction should be... interesting. Especially when we drag him over to the anal aisle."
Spike chuckles as they move back and put the items in the cart. Lindsey sees them and his eyes open wide. A squeak comes out.
"Was that the cart squeaking?" Darla asks Spike innocently.
"I think it was our pet." Spike chuckles.
"Was it?" she replies, acting surprised. "Is something wrong Pet?"
Lindsey presses his lips together and shakes his head.
"Good, bring the cart." Taking Spike's hand again Darla walks away looking for the anal toys, but pausing in interest at the display of glass dildos. "It seems certain things have come back into fashion. I am surprised though; humans seem to be squeamish about shoving certain materials inside them. Well, most humans."
"Well those aren't actually glass. They're Pyrex. Lots 'arder to break."
"Ahh." Darla nods. "It's amazing how all these new materials get adapted by the sex industry so quickly isn't it?"
Spike grins. "Yeah. Wonderful stuff. Ooo, reminds me." He moves back to the restraint aisle and comes back with several rolls in different colors. "Bondage tape. All latex, won't stick to 'air or body parts."
"Nice. Have you used it before?" Darla smirks and raises an eyebrow, absently adding a couple of different ‘glass’ dildos to the cart.
"Yeah." Spike sighs fondly. " 'ad quite a spot of fun, Dru and I, before she left me."
"You'll have to tell me what you got up to sometime. Did you get to try out any other 'new' toys?" she asks, leading the way again.
Spike chuckles. "Oh, lots of things. I think we c'n 'ave lots of fun with our new pet with all the lovely things that exist now."
Finally finding the correct aisle Darla starts to browse, taking in the varied probes, beads and plugs. Suddenly she stops in front of another large display. Gasping, she clasps her hands to her chest. "Oh Spike look."
Spike looks and nods, purring. "Oh, lovely. Works of art. We 'ave t'get one of these."
Giggling slightly, eyes wide with appreciation, she replies, "Or three..."
Spike chuckles. "Or three."
They start to examine the different types of butt plugs named 'Rosebuds', examining size and weight as well as aesthetics.
Lindsey stands and shifts. Surely they can't mean for him to wear all this. Well...at least he'd escape it at the office.
Spike chuckles. "Should get the one with the clock. We could 'ave Lindsey bend over whenever we need t'know the time."
Covering her mouth Darla laughs loudly. "That'd be wonderful. Are they quiet?"
Spike picks it up and listens. "Yeah."
"Quiet enough for him to wear to work if we decide? Or should we get another for work?"
"Might as well get another anyway. So 'e 'as one to wear while we clean the other."
Lindsey's eyes widen. "Wear to work?"
"Did you say something Pet?" Darla asks, turning to him, eyebrows raised.
Lindsey ducks his head. "Sorry Darla."
Nodding slightly she turns back to Spike. "Which one do you like?"
"The tiger eye, I think. Goes with 'is coloring."
"True... or maybe a blue crystal one to match his eyes." Looking between the two consideringly, before meeting Spike's eyes. "Both?"
"Both." Spike grins. "You know me, given a choice, I take them all."
"Hmm yes, greedy. Just like I taught you to be." Darla grins, putting all three rosebuds in the basket part of the cart. "Let's see now. What have we got?"
"Quite a nice collection to start. We should get some lubes and cleaners, of course... and we need some discipline items."
"Oh yes, how practical William. I am surprised." She looks at Lindsey again. "Do you think he'll need much discipline?"
"How many outbursts already tonight? Oh, yeah, I think so."
Lindsey shifts and whimpers again. He's getting used to being discussed in the third person, but this is almost too much.
"You're right of course. How silly of me." Darla smiles brightly at Spike. "What do you think is best? Crop, flogger, cane or paddle?"
"Oh, one of each, I should imagine. Different feelings, different severity."
Darla nods seriously. "Why don't you go and choose some? Take the pet with you. I'm going to go and choose some things for us. I think we deserve some treats as well. Taking him on."
"Oh yeah." Spike smiles. "We'll go looking. Try them out a bit, perhaps."
Lindsey whimpers again.
Spike turns to Darla. "Oh, and a gag for 'im. Since 'e seems to 'ave trouble keeping quiet."
"Will an hour be long enough?"
"Should be."
"I'll meet you over by the changing rooms in an hour then. I want to try on some corsets, and I should be finished by then." Darla says standing on tiptoes to kiss Spike's cheek.
Spike smiles and turns to kiss Darla on the lips. "By the changing rooms. And I remember you in a corset. Mmmm."
Smiling coyly Darla turns and walks away, hips swaying.
Spike takes Lindsey over to the discipline section. The first item he picks up is a soft suede flogger. "Turn around, Lindsey,” He says. "And be glad you 'ave jeans on for this part."
Lindsey groans but obediently turns around. Spike pops the flogger against his jeans, making a satisfying smack but not really making an impact through the jeans. So he flicks it up across the back, leaving a pink mark.
"Good warm-up," he says, and puts it in the cart.
Entering the clothing section, Darla looks around for an attendant. She doesn't have to stand around long as a leggy brunette quickly makes her way over and asks, "Can I help you Madam?"
Smiling Darla replies, "Yes, I will be making a number of purchases for my companion and myself, as well as our new pet. But to start with I would like you to take a full set of measurements."
"Of course Madam," says the clerk, "If you will follow me through to the changing rooms we can get started."
Spike moves down the aisle, picking up another flogger, this one larger and knotted, made from stiffer leather. He smacks it again lightly over Lindsey's ass, this one making more of an impression. He tosses it in also. He picks up a stiff cane, a nice heavy crop, a leather paddle, a quirt, and a little penis whip. Lindsey especially whimpers at the penis whip.
In the changing rooms, Darla is trying on a number of corsets and bodices. Under and over bust, lingerie and outerwear. In different designs and materials - satin, silk, velvet, brocade, leather, PVC. A dozen are put into the purchase pile before she moves onto other underwear. Bras and panties, slips and French knickers, teddies and g-strings. Another large pile of purchases forms. This is soon joined by leather, suede and PVC trousers for all of them. Skirts and dresses for her, chaps for Lindsey and Spike and a tiny pair of PVC hotpants for Lindsey.
An hour passes and Spike comes over to the changing rooms, seeing the pile of clothing and smiles.
Darla is flicking through a rack of shirts and T-shirts when he approaches. Smiling at him she motions him over.
Spike comes over as Darla beckons him. "Yeah Darla?"
Picking out a silky blue top that is so thin it’s almost sheer she holds it up to his chest. "Do you like it?"
He purrs at the feeling of the fabric on him, and he likes the sheerness of it, the cut, the color. "Yeah. Love it."
"I thought you might. Do you like any of the others?" she says as she adds the T-shirt to the purchases.
Spike starts looking through the shirts and picking some out. Mostly in blue, red and black.
Darla smirks at the restricted color scheme he picks out. Partly out of mischief she picks out a silver colored mesh top and a bottle green velvet shirt for him, adding them to the pile.
Spike chuckles. "We should get a few for Lindsey...just in case we go to a nice restaurant."
Nodding in agreement Darla holds up a peacock blue silk shirt and a soft wool feel T-shirt in steel gray. "What do you think?"
Spike nods. "Perfect."
"Anything else?" she asks gesturing at the rails of clothes around them.
Spike picks out a few more, adding them to the growing pile. "That should do for a start, I think."
"Hmm." Darla nods again. "The sales girl was telling me that they have some lovely non-piercing nipple and genital jewelry in store. Do you think we should get some?" Catching his eye she cups her breasts through her shirt, caressing her peaked nipples.
Spike looks down at Darla's breasts then back to her eyes. "Oh Yeah."
Smiling she comes to stand behind him, pressing herself against his back. Reaching around him she cups his cock through his jeans, "We might even see something to decorate your pretty cock."
Spike groans and hardens still more under her touch. "Oh, fuck, Darla...yeah."
Darla gives his cock a quick caress and his balls a squeeze before pulling away.
"Come on then, let’s go see what they have." Turning to Lindsey where he's standing quietly Darla says "Fetch another cart, then come and collect our clothing purchases before joining us. We'll be by the body jewelry." With that she takes the cart of toys and starts across the store.
Lindsey moves off obediently and collects the purchases. He sighs. This is going to be either very good or very bad.
Coming to a stop before the jewelry Darla starts to look at what's on offer. As Spike joins her she takes the opportunity to ask him of they are going to put any of their purchases to use before leaving the shop.
Spike moves over and starts looking at the jewelry. He quickly sees the nipple jewelry and starts looking at it. "Like this." He grins. "Good for both sexes." He looks over at her question. "Well the collar, certainly. Lindsey should start wearing that right away."
"Yes." Darla nods, "What about the harness? We'll need to clean the other things first of course." Picking up one silver nipple dangle with pearls hanging from it she comments. "Yes they are lovely, and you can get matching sets. See? But there's so many pretty designs."
"Yeah, the harness will work too." He picks up some simple braided nipple rings. "I could wear these."
"Oh yes, they'd look lovely. And you can get them in gold and silver. Though, I think you might look quite pretty with some of the drops and clips too," She answers, giving him a sly look with the last.
Spike chuckles. "Wot would you like t'see me in?"
Lifting a nipple drop with a single chain and a simple arrowhead dangling from it she said "How about this one? Or look there's one with a little dragon on."
"I like the dragon."
Smiling Darla replaced the arrow one and took down two dragon ones. Looking at them contemplatively she murmured "We should get a pair made for you, with little railroad spikes on."
Spike smiles at that. "Love it."
"Now which styles do you think would suit me? I could get some matching sets - nipple and clit jewelry."
Spike starts looking. "Well the pearls, of course. And diamonds. A blonde always looks good in diamonds."
Tilting her head, Darla flutters her lashes. "Why thank you dear, of course that goes for you too, at the moment."
Spike chuckles. "At the moment."
They pick out half a dozen sets, and a number of nipple chains and rings for both of them before Darla spots the 'bottom' teasers'. "Oh look, I can get matching jewelry for my ass too." Giggling, "I'd have to be careful not to get tangled though."
Spike nods and laughs. "Yeah, but 'ow pretty it would be."
"Oh yes. Just think of it," She says picking out pieces to match the clit jewelry. "These pretty things dangling from me. I could wear one in my ass while you fuck me."
Spike groans. "Oh god yeah."
Coming across the 'pussy drops’ that clip onto the labia, she picks out the ones that match the other jewelry. Picking up a small basket, she puts all their selections into it.
Spike chuckles. "Nice jewelry. Oooo." He comes across another part of the display. "Cock jewelry."
Moving up alongside him she looks through them until she sees the rings for decorating the crown of the penis. "Oh. How lovely. I knew we'd find something to decorate your cock. I expected there to only be cock rings though. But come and look at these." She walks further along the aisle pointing them out.
Spike comes over and looks at them. "Nice." He starts picking up the pieces, looking at them.
"Oh how about that one?"
He picks up that one and nods. "This one. The one that looks like a crown. It'll fit right underneath the head. Love it."
"It looks a bit like a coronet." Giggling, she continues. "Drusilla always said you were a Prince."
Spike chuckles. "So she did. I miss 'er sometimes. Even though she threw me over for a Fungus Demon."
"A Fungus Demon?" Darla says, screwing up her face in disgust. "Are you sure she isn't even more insane than before?"
Spike sighs. "With Dru, there is quite honestly no telling."
Agreeing Darla rubs her hand up and down his chest comfortingly.
Spike purrs and presses against Darla's hand.
"We should be making a move. Get Lindsey back and start things off before he needs to go to bed. We don't want him so sleepy at work he gives the game away." She sighs. "Is there anything else you want while we're here?"
"Almost forgot...a gag." Spike moves over to the selection of gags and immediately sees what he wants. A lovely bit gag. He adds it to the cart. "That should do it."
Darla nods and gestures towards the cash registers. "Shall we?"
"Yeah." They take the outrageous amount of stuff to the cash register and start checking out. Spike pulls out a credit card, with a sheepish grin, and charges the lot.
"That's a relief," says Darla. "I was thinking that Lindsey might have to pay for it all. I'm having a bit of trouble sorting out my access to the accounts because of, well..."
Spike nods. "Yeah. Being 'uman. I've been living in poverty in Sunnydale to fool the 'umans while I 'ave this bloody chip. Scrounging for money for blood. 'umiliating."
Making a clucking sound in sympathy she wraps her arms around his waist. "My poor baby. Having to pacify those arrogant humans."
Spike purrs and nuzzles into her hair. Then he pulls back a little. "We should collar and harness our new pet and put 'im t'work, don't you think?"
Smiling widely Darla nods her agreement. "Oh yes. Will you do the honors?" Turning to look at Lindsey, her smile turns wicked.
Lindsey shifts a bit as the attention of his two new owners finally turns on him. He's not entirely sure if this is a good thing.
Spike chuckles. "We can do a full collaring ceremony later, pet. But for now." Spike takes the collar and locks it around Lindsey's neck, and fits on the harness. "You're ours. Now carry all this out to the truck.
Lindsey groans and starts picking up the bags, loading himself down and starting to walk towards the truck.
Darla watches, eyes glittering, as the collar and harness are put in place, growing a little wet with excitement and smirking as Lindsey starts obeying.
Spike can smell Darla's arousal and nuzzles her neck as they walk to the car, walking with an arm around her waist.
Darla presses into him as they walk. When they reach the truck she turns and pulls him down into a heated kiss.
Spike groans into the kiss and picks her up just a little, holding her against his body, reveling in using his strength just a bit.
Whimpering Darla wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, wriggling a little in his hold.
Spike strokes Darla's back as he holds her and kisses harder, his tongue plundering into her mouth.
Lindsey whimpers as he watches them, loading the bags into the bed of the truck.
Pressing closer she sucks on his tongue, before pulling back and gasping for breath. "Will..."
Spike whispers hoarsely back. "Yeah Darla?"
"I wish you could fuck me right here. Where everyone can see. See me writhe and moan for you. Watch you make me cum." Dropping her head to his neck she takes a little flesh between her teeth, sucking hard.
Spike gasps as she sucks on his neck, and he takes her to the back of the truck. "Open the tailgate," Spike barks to Lindsey, and when Lindsey obeys, Spike lays Darla down on the bed of the truck, climbing in over her.
Letting her legs loose her hold, she reaches down to fumble at his jeans, still sucking on his neck, marking his pale flesh.
Spike lifts Darla's skirt. Her panties, of course, aren't there, having been ripped to shreds earlier. He can smell her wetness from here, like sweet perfume.
Finally she gets his jeans undone and pulls his hard cock out, jacking it hard a few times before letting go. Bracing her hands beneath her she raises her hips eagerly.
Spike doesn't waste any time. He pushes between Darla's thighs, up into her waiting wetness. He groans at the warmth around him and his hands brace on the bed of the truck for traction as he begins to thrust.
"Yesss." Darla hisses as he stretches her, meeting his thrusts hard. "Fuck me. Make me scream."
Spike growls a bit at that, his eyes sliding golden as he starts to thrust harder and faster, applying a bit of his real strength.
Lindsey just stands and watches, eyes wide. They have no shame, no compunction, no sense of propriety. They'll do anything they want, anywhere they want.
Moaning wantonly, knowing that there are people watching, Darla spreads her legs wider, her eyes are fixed on his. Seeing them slide to gold she feels another rush of heat. Grabbing his head she pulls it down to hers, licking at his still human canines.
Spike growls again, his demon visage sliding out, his fangs acutely sensitive to her licks. He pushes harder still, the chip humming with the near-violence of his thrusts into her.
Feeling his fangs emerge against her tongue sends her into sudden orgasm, clenching hard around him and groaning loudly.
Spike's own orgasm follows quickly. He's not had such an intense experience in a long time.
Pulling his head to her neck, she tilts her head to the side, urging him to bite. Needing it. "Please."
Spike lowers his mouth. He doesn't have to question if she really wants it, and if she does, he can bite her. He lets his fangs slide into her neck and tastes her blood.
His fangs sliding into her flesh burns in the most glorious way, and she crashes into another orgasm, screaming hoarsely, her body arched and tense beneath him.
The taste of real human blood, hot from the source, is like ambrosia on his lips, and the fact that it's family as well is almost overwhelming. He hardens and cum all over again inside Darla.
Relaxing back down onto the bed of the truck, she continues to quake, whimpering.
Spike pulls out his fangs and licks the wound clean. He continues purr-growling as he licks, a family sound of affection and possession.
Sliding her fingers into his hair, she massages his scalp gently, loosening his curls from the gel, feeling his purrs and growls echoing through her body. She returns the sounds as best she can.
Spike finally lets his face slide back to human and reaches into the pocket of his duster, bringing out a handkerchief to clean them both a little before he rights their clothes.
Watching him from beneath lowered lids Darla smiles gently, oddly touched to see he still carries a handkerchief, like a proper gentleman.
Spike leans back to kiss Darla, a hand threading through her hair. "Forgot 'ow lovely you looked like this, your 'air strewn about you. All flushed with passion."
"Thank you Will. I remember how alluring you look in a similar position. Angelus always used to say you would make artists weep with desperation."
Spike purrs and preens. " 'e did love sketching me. Used to keep me in poses for hours and hours."
"And you used to pout and whinge that you were bored, when all the time you were loving the attention." Darla grins in remembrance.
Spike chuckles. "Yeah." He strokes Darla's cheek. "I want our family back."
Pressing into his hand she replies, teary eyed. "Me too Baby. Me too. Do you think it's possible?"
"I do. 'S possible t'get Angel's soul away. 'e's lost it once already. We can figure out 'ow t'take it again. But we need to find something to make Angelus sane if we do."
Darla frowns at that. "He's insane?" Sitting up she glares at Lindsey. "Angelus is insane? And you didn't think to tell me that when I was drugging him, venturing into his bed every night trying to bring him out?"
"Well..." Lindsey drops his eyes. "We didn't want him *all* the way out."
Narrowing her eyes she says sarcastically, "Oh well that's alright then." Continuing angrily, "Do you have any idea what an insane Angelus would have done with me as a human?"
Lindsey shivers. "I was under orders."
"You still could have told me. I've been living at your apartment for *months*."
"Then your usefulness would have been over and they would have terminated you."
"Terminated me?" Darla shivers hard, moving closer to Spike. "And what would you have done if that order had come?"
"Tried to stop them. Probably gotten killed myself."
Mollified slightly at his answer, Darla asks, "Tell me you would have at least approached Angel or Drusilla for help?"
"If I could reach them in time...yeah."
There was nothing else to be said on that. Pressing close to Spike she inquires, "If that had happened, what was their next plan for Angel?"
"They still need him for the apocalypse. They would have worked on another plan."
Looking up to meet Spike's big blue eyes, Darla has a pretty good idea what the alternative plan would have been.
Spike holds Darla and meets her gaze. Not that he really believes he could pull out those feelings in Angel but he agrees with the thoughts mirrored in her eyes.
Starting to feel chilled, Darla presses even closer. "We should go."
Spike nods, scooping up Darla and putting her in the truck. Lindsey climbs in the other side, closing the door, and Spike sits in the driver's seat and revs up the truck, heading back to the apartment.
Darla sits with her head resting on Spike's shoulder. Even in her discomfort over the revelations she's just heard, she still makes sure to tease Lindsey some. She sits low in the seat, legs parted enough that he can see her cunt leaking Spike's cum onto the leather seat.
Lindsey whimpers, watching Darla, unable to tear his eyes away.
They arrive back at the apartment and Lindsey serves as beast of burden again, hauling in all the bags.
Darla and Spike curl up together on the chair from earlier, to plot Lindsey's fate.
"So, what shall we do with our Pet tonight?" asks Darla, stroking one hand up beneath Spike's T-shirt.
Spike purrs and pulls Darla close. "Mmmmm. So many possibilities. Would you like to see me bend 'im over and fuck that tight little arse?"
Moaning Darla presses her face into his neck. "Oh Gods yes. So much. I wanna see his hole stretched tight around your cock. But... should he be allowed to cum?" Raising her head she smiles wickedly, "After all he's already cum, what two? three times? tonight."
Spike smiles. "Ohhhh...Let's let 'im cum. It's a special occasion tonight. 'e's just become our pet."
"How generous you are my love." Darla murmurs kissing him deeply.
Spike moans into the kiss. "M'in a generous mood. Reunited with family, got a new pet."
"Yes, a very fortuitous night." Rubbing her face along his Darla catches sight of Lindsey moving around the room. Raising her voice slightly she asks, "So, how do you want to fuck our little Pet?"
Lindsey stops and his eyes widen with a groan.
Spike sighs and looks at Lindsey speculatively. "I dunno. So many ways. Although bent over 'is desk sounds like a promising start." Spike chuckles.
Darla giggles. "Yes I'm sure that would look very pretty. However, it'd be very awkward when you make him pass out."
Lindsey's eyes widen still more.
Spike nods. "True enough. Should probably go with the bed for tonight then."
"On his hands and knees, or on his back, legs spread wide?"
"Hands and knees, I think. 'e is a pet, after all." Spike grins.
"Yes, you're right." Darla agrees. "I think perhaps he should have a quick shower, make sure he's clean *inside* and out for you."
Spike chuckles. "Excellent idea." He looks over at Lindsey. "Shower, pet, and make sure you clean everywhere. I'll be in to inspect in a few minutes."
Lindsey nods with a shiver and moves off towards the bathroom.
"Where do you want me while you fuck him?"
"Watching, of course, and doing anything else to 'im that takes your fancy." Spike smiles and plays with a strand of Darla's hair.
Letting her eyes go half-lidded she leans into his touch with a smile. "I think I might try on one of my new corsets. See what you both think."
Spike nods and licks his lips. "I'd like to see that."
"Good." Kissing him again deeply, she nips at his lips before sliding out of his lap and sauntering towards the shopping bags. Finding the one she wants she disappears with it into Lindsey's bedroom, taking another one of the smaller bags with her.
Spike gets up himself, looking through the bags. He picks out a few items, getting lube in particular. He goes to the door and knocks. "C'n I come in?"
"Yes Dear." Darla calls out. As he opens the door she continues. "You can lace me in." She's standing in the middle of the room in just a pair of stockings and holding a navy blue, satin corset.
Spike comes over and helps Darla into the corset, clever fingers working the laces. "This is familiar," he says with a chuckle.
"Indeed. Happy memories?" She says, making sure her breasts rest properly on top of the quarter cups of the corset.
Spike nods and purrs, nuzzling against the back of her neck. "Very much so."
Pulling away unwillingly, Darla reaches for the nipple chain that she's selected. It has silver nipple rings connected by a delicate silver chain. From each ring dangles another chain from which large blue sapphires hang. Holding it out she purrs, "Put it on me?"
Spike smiles. "With pleasure." He reaches down and begins stroking over her nipples, starting to get them hard and peaked.
Moaning quietly she arches into the touch.
Once he has them ready, he carefully slides each ring on, making sure that it's snug.
"What do you think?" Darla asks once they're positioned.
Spike strokes his fingers over the jewelry, watching it sparkle, and looking at Darla's nipples so beautifully adorned and framed. "Magnificent."
Wrapping her arms around her neck she murmurs her thanks and kisses him lightly before leading him back towards the bed. Sitting down and leaning back she hands him the matching pussy drops and lets her legs fall open
Spike purrs and kneels between her legs. He gently spreads her lips, revealing the inner lips and the delicate interior. He carefully works the rings into position, making sure the attached chain will rub delicately across her clit.
Unable to help herself, Darla's hips writhe slightly at his delicate touch and the pinch of the rings. Spike strokes his fingers over Darla's inner lips as she writhes. He can't resist it, seeing her react to him.
Moaning she bucks her hips against his fingers, the movement causing the dangling stones to move across her wet flesh. Spike leans down and snakes out his tongue, slowly pressing it into her, tasting her. His fingers keep up their gentle dance across her lips. The feel of his tongue inside her causes her to groan loudly, her muscles clenching around the invasion. Her hands come to rest against his hair.
Spike pulls her lips apart further so he can push in deeper and deeper. He curls it up and finds that spongy spot inside and flicks across it teasingly.
"Ohhhhh!" Darla cries out at the touch to her g-spot, and her juices start to flow into his mouth.
Spike laps up the juices even as he continues to thrust and wriggle his tongue inside her. Her hips start to grind against his face, riding his tongue as Darla starts to gasp for breath, moaning and whimpering. Spike alternates deep thrusts into her with stabs at her g-spot, feeling her pleasure, her reaction to him.
Wrapping her legs around his head she starts to ride his tongue hard, forcing him into her. In mere moments she's bucking and screaming as she comes on his tongue. He drinks her, tasting her like wine, buried happily in her wetness, till she finally relaxes her legs and lets him pull back. He smiles and slides up her body, kissing her, her juices still on his lips and tongue.
Darla runs her tongue along his lips and chin, cleaning him, tasting herself. "That was wonderful." She sighs. "Did you enjoy the show Lindsey?"
Lindsey is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, still damp and wrapped in a towel, watching. "Yeah, Darla." There's a definite tent in the front of the towel.
AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 2/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Darla, Spike/Darla/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey.
SUMMARY: This chapter- Shopping fun, Spike and Darla break Lindsey in, and Spike and Darla plot.
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, anal sex, bloodplay.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 12,075 Words.
Locking the door, Darla takes the key back to the assistant, retrieving their cart. Returning she asks, "So what's next on the agenda?"
"Manacles, chains, that sort of thing." Spike moves over. "These leather and suede-lined metal ones work best for long-term restraint. Lockable but comfortable."
Darla runs manicured fingers over the items on display, lifting and weighing different ones, feeling the linings.
Spike goes over to the chains, and starts picking out various lengths and thicknesses, and placing them in the cart.
Leaving Spike to the restraints, Darla saunters around to the next aisle. "Oh my," She murmurs to herself. "Now that's an idea. Spike darling," she calls, "Come here when you've finished. Leave Lindsey at the end of the aisle with the cart. "
Spike chuckles. "Be right there." He picks out manacles, a belt, and a few other restraints and places them in the cart, then moves down to Darla. "Yeah?"
Lifting a black male-chastity device from the shelf she shows it to him. "What do you think?"
Spike looks at it, reads the box. He nods approvingly. "Perfect. 'e can wear it all the time. Never needs to take it off unless we want."
"Exactly. Make sure *he* knows who he belongs to without broadcasting it." Darla nods, "Though, perhaps we might get another for in private?"
Spike grins. "Wot one did you 'ave in mind?"
With a smile Darla turns and runs her hand over one of the displayed cages, aptly named 'Captiv'.
Spike looks at the gleaming metal tube. "Poor Lindsey. We're going to keep 'im very short on orgasms, aren't we?"
Darla shrugs. "Well, it's not like he's gonna get to fuck either of us. Plus, it'll help build his stamina."
Spike chuckles and nods in approval. "Let's get them both. A butt plug for 'im as well, you think? If we're going to restrain and train 'im, might as well go the whole route."
Nodding in agreement, Darla replies. "You're right."
Spike purrs and leans over, his lips brushing against Darla's ear. "I love your wicked imagination so very much."
Turning her head she catches his lips, smiling against them. "Well, all those years taming your Sire should count for something don't you think?"
Spike chuckles. "I would've paid good money to get to see you breaking 'im in."
"Remember how he used to complain about you being stubborn and willful?"
Spike grins and nods. "Yeah. I seem to remember that."
"Well, you were a dream in comparison with him." Darla snorts delicately. "Why do you think I waited so long before presenting him to my Sire? And then his actions got us practically banned for decades."
Spike laughs. "Love it. Ahhh, damn but I've missed you."
"And I you." Darla sighs, leaning against his chest. "But we've found each other again. Now if only the rest of the family would come together as they should be."
"Well we can work on that." Spike strokes Darla's hair. "Ready to go back to Lindsey and let 'im see the new purchases?" He grins evilly.
Her eyes glitter at his grin. "Oh yes, his reaction should be... interesting. Especially when we drag him over to the anal aisle."
Spike chuckles as they move back and put the items in the cart. Lindsey sees them and his eyes open wide. A squeak comes out.
"Was that the cart squeaking?" Darla asks Spike innocently.
"I think it was our pet." Spike chuckles.
"Was it?" she replies, acting surprised. "Is something wrong Pet?"
Lindsey presses his lips together and shakes his head.
"Good, bring the cart." Taking Spike's hand again Darla walks away looking for the anal toys, but pausing in interest at the display of glass dildos. "It seems certain things have come back into fashion. I am surprised though; humans seem to be squeamish about shoving certain materials inside them. Well, most humans."
"Well those aren't actually glass. They're Pyrex. Lots 'arder to break."
"Ahh." Darla nods. "It's amazing how all these new materials get adapted by the sex industry so quickly isn't it?"
Spike grins. "Yeah. Wonderful stuff. Ooo, reminds me." He moves back to the restraint aisle and comes back with several rolls in different colors. "Bondage tape. All latex, won't stick to 'air or body parts."
"Nice. Have you used it before?" Darla smirks and raises an eyebrow, absently adding a couple of different ‘glass’ dildos to the cart.
"Yeah." Spike sighs fondly. " 'ad quite a spot of fun, Dru and I, before she left me."
"You'll have to tell me what you got up to sometime. Did you get to try out any other 'new' toys?" she asks, leading the way again.
Spike chuckles. "Oh, lots of things. I think we c'n 'ave lots of fun with our new pet with all the lovely things that exist now."
Finally finding the correct aisle Darla starts to browse, taking in the varied probes, beads and plugs. Suddenly she stops in front of another large display. Gasping, she clasps her hands to her chest. "Oh Spike look."
Spike looks and nods, purring. "Oh, lovely. Works of art. We 'ave t'get one of these."
Giggling slightly, eyes wide with appreciation, she replies, "Or three..."
Spike chuckles. "Or three."
They start to examine the different types of butt plugs named 'Rosebuds', examining size and weight as well as aesthetics.
Lindsey stands and shifts. Surely they can't mean for him to wear all this. Well...at least he'd escape it at the office.
Spike chuckles. "Should get the one with the clock. We could 'ave Lindsey bend over whenever we need t'know the time."
Covering her mouth Darla laughs loudly. "That'd be wonderful. Are they quiet?"
Spike picks it up and listens. "Yeah."
"Quiet enough for him to wear to work if we decide? Or should we get another for work?"
"Might as well get another anyway. So 'e 'as one to wear while we clean the other."
Lindsey's eyes widen. "Wear to work?"
"Did you say something Pet?" Darla asks, turning to him, eyebrows raised.
Lindsey ducks his head. "Sorry Darla."
Nodding slightly she turns back to Spike. "Which one do you like?"
"The tiger eye, I think. Goes with 'is coloring."
"True... or maybe a blue crystal one to match his eyes." Looking between the two consideringly, before meeting Spike's eyes. "Both?"
"Both." Spike grins. "You know me, given a choice, I take them all."
"Hmm yes, greedy. Just like I taught you to be." Darla grins, putting all three rosebuds in the basket part of the cart. "Let's see now. What have we got?"
"Quite a nice collection to start. We should get some lubes and cleaners, of course... and we need some discipline items."
"Oh yes, how practical William. I am surprised." She looks at Lindsey again. "Do you think he'll need much discipline?"
"How many outbursts already tonight? Oh, yeah, I think so."
Lindsey shifts and whimpers again. He's getting used to being discussed in the third person, but this is almost too much.
"You're right of course. How silly of me." Darla smiles brightly at Spike. "What do you think is best? Crop, flogger, cane or paddle?"
"Oh, one of each, I should imagine. Different feelings, different severity."
Darla nods seriously. "Why don't you go and choose some? Take the pet with you. I'm going to go and choose some things for us. I think we deserve some treats as well. Taking him on."
"Oh yeah." Spike smiles. "We'll go looking. Try them out a bit, perhaps."
Lindsey whimpers again.
Spike turns to Darla. "Oh, and a gag for 'im. Since 'e seems to 'ave trouble keeping quiet."
"Will an hour be long enough?"
"Should be."
"I'll meet you over by the changing rooms in an hour then. I want to try on some corsets, and I should be finished by then." Darla says standing on tiptoes to kiss Spike's cheek.
Spike smiles and turns to kiss Darla on the lips. "By the changing rooms. And I remember you in a corset. Mmmm."
Smiling coyly Darla turns and walks away, hips swaying.
Spike takes Lindsey over to the discipline section. The first item he picks up is a soft suede flogger. "Turn around, Lindsey,” He says. "And be glad you 'ave jeans on for this part."
Lindsey groans but obediently turns around. Spike pops the flogger against his jeans, making a satisfying smack but not really making an impact through the jeans. So he flicks it up across the back, leaving a pink mark.
"Good warm-up," he says, and puts it in the cart.
Entering the clothing section, Darla looks around for an attendant. She doesn't have to stand around long as a leggy brunette quickly makes her way over and asks, "Can I help you Madam?"
Smiling Darla replies, "Yes, I will be making a number of purchases for my companion and myself, as well as our new pet. But to start with I would like you to take a full set of measurements."
"Of course Madam," says the clerk, "If you will follow me through to the changing rooms we can get started."
Spike moves down the aisle, picking up another flogger, this one larger and knotted, made from stiffer leather. He smacks it again lightly over Lindsey's ass, this one making more of an impression. He tosses it in also. He picks up a stiff cane, a nice heavy crop, a leather paddle, a quirt, and a little penis whip. Lindsey especially whimpers at the penis whip.
In the changing rooms, Darla is trying on a number of corsets and bodices. Under and over bust, lingerie and outerwear. In different designs and materials - satin, silk, velvet, brocade, leather, PVC. A dozen are put into the purchase pile before she moves onto other underwear. Bras and panties, slips and French knickers, teddies and g-strings. Another large pile of purchases forms. This is soon joined by leather, suede and PVC trousers for all of them. Skirts and dresses for her, chaps for Lindsey and Spike and a tiny pair of PVC hotpants for Lindsey.
An hour passes and Spike comes over to the changing rooms, seeing the pile of clothing and smiles.
Darla is flicking through a rack of shirts and T-shirts when he approaches. Smiling at him she motions him over.
Spike comes over as Darla beckons him. "Yeah Darla?"
Picking out a silky blue top that is so thin it’s almost sheer she holds it up to his chest. "Do you like it?"
He purrs at the feeling of the fabric on him, and he likes the sheerness of it, the cut, the color. "Yeah. Love it."
"I thought you might. Do you like any of the others?" she says as she adds the T-shirt to the purchases.
Spike starts looking through the shirts and picking some out. Mostly in blue, red and black.
Darla smirks at the restricted color scheme he picks out. Partly out of mischief she picks out a silver colored mesh top and a bottle green velvet shirt for him, adding them to the pile.
Spike chuckles. "We should get a few for Lindsey...just in case we go to a nice restaurant."
Nodding in agreement Darla holds up a peacock blue silk shirt and a soft wool feel T-shirt in steel gray. "What do you think?"
Spike nods. "Perfect."
"Anything else?" she asks gesturing at the rails of clothes around them.
Spike picks out a few more, adding them to the growing pile. "That should do for a start, I think."
"Hmm." Darla nods again. "The sales girl was telling me that they have some lovely non-piercing nipple and genital jewelry in store. Do you think we should get some?" Catching his eye she cups her breasts through her shirt, caressing her peaked nipples.
Spike looks down at Darla's breasts then back to her eyes. "Oh Yeah."
Smiling she comes to stand behind him, pressing herself against his back. Reaching around him she cups his cock through his jeans, "We might even see something to decorate your pretty cock."
Spike groans and hardens still more under her touch. "Oh, fuck, Darla...yeah."
Darla gives his cock a quick caress and his balls a squeeze before pulling away.
"Come on then, let’s go see what they have." Turning to Lindsey where he's standing quietly Darla says "Fetch another cart, then come and collect our clothing purchases before joining us. We'll be by the body jewelry." With that she takes the cart of toys and starts across the store.
Lindsey moves off obediently and collects the purchases. He sighs. This is going to be either very good or very bad.
Coming to a stop before the jewelry Darla starts to look at what's on offer. As Spike joins her she takes the opportunity to ask him of they are going to put any of their purchases to use before leaving the shop.
Spike moves over and starts looking at the jewelry. He quickly sees the nipple jewelry and starts looking at it. "Like this." He grins. "Good for both sexes." He looks over at her question. "Well the collar, certainly. Lindsey should start wearing that right away."
"Yes." Darla nods, "What about the harness? We'll need to clean the other things first of course." Picking up one silver nipple dangle with pearls hanging from it she comments. "Yes they are lovely, and you can get matching sets. See? But there's so many pretty designs."
"Yeah, the harness will work too." He picks up some simple braided nipple rings. "I could wear these."
"Oh yes, they'd look lovely. And you can get them in gold and silver. Though, I think you might look quite pretty with some of the drops and clips too," She answers, giving him a sly look with the last.
Spike chuckles. "Wot would you like t'see me in?"
Lifting a nipple drop with a single chain and a simple arrowhead dangling from it she said "How about this one? Or look there's one with a little dragon on."
"I like the dragon."
Smiling Darla replaced the arrow one and took down two dragon ones. Looking at them contemplatively she murmured "We should get a pair made for you, with little railroad spikes on."
Spike smiles at that. "Love it."
"Now which styles do you think would suit me? I could get some matching sets - nipple and clit jewelry."
Spike starts looking. "Well the pearls, of course. And diamonds. A blonde always looks good in diamonds."
Tilting her head, Darla flutters her lashes. "Why thank you dear, of course that goes for you too, at the moment."
Spike chuckles. "At the moment."
They pick out half a dozen sets, and a number of nipple chains and rings for both of them before Darla spots the 'bottom' teasers'. "Oh look, I can get matching jewelry for my ass too." Giggling, "I'd have to be careful not to get tangled though."
Spike nods and laughs. "Yeah, but 'ow pretty it would be."
"Oh yes. Just think of it," She says picking out pieces to match the clit jewelry. "These pretty things dangling from me. I could wear one in my ass while you fuck me."
Spike groans. "Oh god yeah."
Coming across the 'pussy drops’ that clip onto the labia, she picks out the ones that match the other jewelry. Picking up a small basket, she puts all their selections into it.
Spike chuckles. "Nice jewelry. Oooo." He comes across another part of the display. "Cock jewelry."
Moving up alongside him she looks through them until she sees the rings for decorating the crown of the penis. "Oh. How lovely. I knew we'd find something to decorate your cock. I expected there to only be cock rings though. But come and look at these." She walks further along the aisle pointing them out.
Spike comes over and looks at them. "Nice." He starts picking up the pieces, looking at them.
"Oh how about that one?"
He picks up that one and nods. "This one. The one that looks like a crown. It'll fit right underneath the head. Love it."
"It looks a bit like a coronet." Giggling, she continues. "Drusilla always said you were a Prince."
Spike chuckles. "So she did. I miss 'er sometimes. Even though she threw me over for a Fungus Demon."
"A Fungus Demon?" Darla says, screwing up her face in disgust. "Are you sure she isn't even more insane than before?"
Spike sighs. "With Dru, there is quite honestly no telling."
Agreeing Darla rubs her hand up and down his chest comfortingly.
Spike purrs and presses against Darla's hand.
"We should be making a move. Get Lindsey back and start things off before he needs to go to bed. We don't want him so sleepy at work he gives the game away." She sighs. "Is there anything else you want while we're here?"
"Almost forgot...a gag." Spike moves over to the selection of gags and immediately sees what he wants. A lovely bit gag. He adds it to the cart. "That should do it."
Darla nods and gestures towards the cash registers. "Shall we?"
"Yeah." They take the outrageous amount of stuff to the cash register and start checking out. Spike pulls out a credit card, with a sheepish grin, and charges the lot.
"That's a relief," says Darla. "I was thinking that Lindsey might have to pay for it all. I'm having a bit of trouble sorting out my access to the accounts because of, well..."
Spike nods. "Yeah. Being 'uman. I've been living in poverty in Sunnydale to fool the 'umans while I 'ave this bloody chip. Scrounging for money for blood. 'umiliating."
Making a clucking sound in sympathy she wraps her arms around his waist. "My poor baby. Having to pacify those arrogant humans."
Spike purrs and nuzzles into her hair. Then he pulls back a little. "We should collar and harness our new pet and put 'im t'work, don't you think?"
Smiling widely Darla nods her agreement. "Oh yes. Will you do the honors?" Turning to look at Lindsey, her smile turns wicked.
Lindsey shifts a bit as the attention of his two new owners finally turns on him. He's not entirely sure if this is a good thing.
Spike chuckles. "We can do a full collaring ceremony later, pet. But for now." Spike takes the collar and locks it around Lindsey's neck, and fits on the harness. "You're ours. Now carry all this out to the truck.
Lindsey groans and starts picking up the bags, loading himself down and starting to walk towards the truck.
Darla watches, eyes glittering, as the collar and harness are put in place, growing a little wet with excitement and smirking as Lindsey starts obeying.
Spike can smell Darla's arousal and nuzzles her neck as they walk to the car, walking with an arm around her waist.
Darla presses into him as they walk. When they reach the truck she turns and pulls him down into a heated kiss.
Spike groans into the kiss and picks her up just a little, holding her against his body, reveling in using his strength just a bit.
Whimpering Darla wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, wriggling a little in his hold.
Spike strokes Darla's back as he holds her and kisses harder, his tongue plundering into her mouth.
Lindsey whimpers as he watches them, loading the bags into the bed of the truck.
Pressing closer she sucks on his tongue, before pulling back and gasping for breath. "Will..."
Spike whispers hoarsely back. "Yeah Darla?"
"I wish you could fuck me right here. Where everyone can see. See me writhe and moan for you. Watch you make me cum." Dropping her head to his neck she takes a little flesh between her teeth, sucking hard.
Spike gasps as she sucks on his neck, and he takes her to the back of the truck. "Open the tailgate," Spike barks to Lindsey, and when Lindsey obeys, Spike lays Darla down on the bed of the truck, climbing in over her.
Letting her legs loose her hold, she reaches down to fumble at his jeans, still sucking on his neck, marking his pale flesh.
Spike lifts Darla's skirt. Her panties, of course, aren't there, having been ripped to shreds earlier. He can smell her wetness from here, like sweet perfume.
Finally she gets his jeans undone and pulls his hard cock out, jacking it hard a few times before letting go. Bracing her hands beneath her she raises her hips eagerly.
Spike doesn't waste any time. He pushes between Darla's thighs, up into her waiting wetness. He groans at the warmth around him and his hands brace on the bed of the truck for traction as he begins to thrust.
"Yesss." Darla hisses as he stretches her, meeting his thrusts hard. "Fuck me. Make me scream."
Spike growls a bit at that, his eyes sliding golden as he starts to thrust harder and faster, applying a bit of his real strength.
Lindsey just stands and watches, eyes wide. They have no shame, no compunction, no sense of propriety. They'll do anything they want, anywhere they want.
Moaning wantonly, knowing that there are people watching, Darla spreads her legs wider, her eyes are fixed on his. Seeing them slide to gold she feels another rush of heat. Grabbing his head she pulls it down to hers, licking at his still human canines.
Spike growls again, his demon visage sliding out, his fangs acutely sensitive to her licks. He pushes harder still, the chip humming with the near-violence of his thrusts into her.
Feeling his fangs emerge against her tongue sends her into sudden orgasm, clenching hard around him and groaning loudly.
Spike's own orgasm follows quickly. He's not had such an intense experience in a long time.
Pulling his head to her neck, she tilts her head to the side, urging him to bite. Needing it. "Please."
Spike lowers his mouth. He doesn't have to question if she really wants it, and if she does, he can bite her. He lets his fangs slide into her neck and tastes her blood.
His fangs sliding into her flesh burns in the most glorious way, and she crashes into another orgasm, screaming hoarsely, her body arched and tense beneath him.
The taste of real human blood, hot from the source, is like ambrosia on his lips, and the fact that it's family as well is almost overwhelming. He hardens and cum all over again inside Darla.
Relaxing back down onto the bed of the truck, she continues to quake, whimpering.
Spike pulls out his fangs and licks the wound clean. He continues purr-growling as he licks, a family sound of affection and possession.
Sliding her fingers into his hair, she massages his scalp gently, loosening his curls from the gel, feeling his purrs and growls echoing through her body. She returns the sounds as best she can.
Spike finally lets his face slide back to human and reaches into the pocket of his duster, bringing out a handkerchief to clean them both a little before he rights their clothes.
Watching him from beneath lowered lids Darla smiles gently, oddly touched to see he still carries a handkerchief, like a proper gentleman.
Spike leans back to kiss Darla, a hand threading through her hair. "Forgot 'ow lovely you looked like this, your 'air strewn about you. All flushed with passion."
"Thank you Will. I remember how alluring you look in a similar position. Angelus always used to say you would make artists weep with desperation."
Spike purrs and preens. " 'e did love sketching me. Used to keep me in poses for hours and hours."
"And you used to pout and whinge that you were bored, when all the time you were loving the attention." Darla grins in remembrance.
Spike chuckles. "Yeah." He strokes Darla's cheek. "I want our family back."
Pressing into his hand she replies, teary eyed. "Me too Baby. Me too. Do you think it's possible?"
"I do. 'S possible t'get Angel's soul away. 'e's lost it once already. We can figure out 'ow t'take it again. But we need to find something to make Angelus sane if we do."
Darla frowns at that. "He's insane?" Sitting up she glares at Lindsey. "Angelus is insane? And you didn't think to tell me that when I was drugging him, venturing into his bed every night trying to bring him out?"
"Well..." Lindsey drops his eyes. "We didn't want him *all* the way out."
Narrowing her eyes she says sarcastically, "Oh well that's alright then." Continuing angrily, "Do you have any idea what an insane Angelus would have done with me as a human?"
Lindsey shivers. "I was under orders."
"You still could have told me. I've been living at your apartment for *months*."
"Then your usefulness would have been over and they would have terminated you."
"Terminated me?" Darla shivers hard, moving closer to Spike. "And what would you have done if that order had come?"
"Tried to stop them. Probably gotten killed myself."
Mollified slightly at his answer, Darla asks, "Tell me you would have at least approached Angel or Drusilla for help?"
"If I could reach them in time...yeah."
There was nothing else to be said on that. Pressing close to Spike she inquires, "If that had happened, what was their next plan for Angel?"
"They still need him for the apocalypse. They would have worked on another plan."
Looking up to meet Spike's big blue eyes, Darla has a pretty good idea what the alternative plan would have been.
Spike holds Darla and meets her gaze. Not that he really believes he could pull out those feelings in Angel but he agrees with the thoughts mirrored in her eyes.
Starting to feel chilled, Darla presses even closer. "We should go."
Spike nods, scooping up Darla and putting her in the truck. Lindsey climbs in the other side, closing the door, and Spike sits in the driver's seat and revs up the truck, heading back to the apartment.
Darla sits with her head resting on Spike's shoulder. Even in her discomfort over the revelations she's just heard, she still makes sure to tease Lindsey some. She sits low in the seat, legs parted enough that he can see her cunt leaking Spike's cum onto the leather seat.
Lindsey whimpers, watching Darla, unable to tear his eyes away.
They arrive back at the apartment and Lindsey serves as beast of burden again, hauling in all the bags.
Darla and Spike curl up together on the chair from earlier, to plot Lindsey's fate.
"So, what shall we do with our Pet tonight?" asks Darla, stroking one hand up beneath Spike's T-shirt.
Spike purrs and pulls Darla close. "Mmmmm. So many possibilities. Would you like to see me bend 'im over and fuck that tight little arse?"
Moaning Darla presses her face into his neck. "Oh Gods yes. So much. I wanna see his hole stretched tight around your cock. But... should he be allowed to cum?" Raising her head she smiles wickedly, "After all he's already cum, what two? three times? tonight."
Spike smiles. "Ohhhh...Let's let 'im cum. It's a special occasion tonight. 'e's just become our pet."
"How generous you are my love." Darla murmurs kissing him deeply.
Spike moans into the kiss. "M'in a generous mood. Reunited with family, got a new pet."
"Yes, a very fortuitous night." Rubbing her face along his Darla catches sight of Lindsey moving around the room. Raising her voice slightly she asks, "So, how do you want to fuck our little Pet?"
Lindsey stops and his eyes widen with a groan.
Spike sighs and looks at Lindsey speculatively. "I dunno. So many ways. Although bent over 'is desk sounds like a promising start." Spike chuckles.
Darla giggles. "Yes I'm sure that would look very pretty. However, it'd be very awkward when you make him pass out."
Lindsey's eyes widen still more.
Spike nods. "True enough. Should probably go with the bed for tonight then."
"On his hands and knees, or on his back, legs spread wide?"
"Hands and knees, I think. 'e is a pet, after all." Spike grins.
"Yes, you're right." Darla agrees. "I think perhaps he should have a quick shower, make sure he's clean *inside* and out for you."
Spike chuckles. "Excellent idea." He looks over at Lindsey. "Shower, pet, and make sure you clean everywhere. I'll be in to inspect in a few minutes."
Lindsey nods with a shiver and moves off towards the bathroom.
"Where do you want me while you fuck him?"
"Watching, of course, and doing anything else to 'im that takes your fancy." Spike smiles and plays with a strand of Darla's hair.
Letting her eyes go half-lidded she leans into his touch with a smile. "I think I might try on one of my new corsets. See what you both think."
Spike nods and licks his lips. "I'd like to see that."
"Good." Kissing him again deeply, she nips at his lips before sliding out of his lap and sauntering towards the shopping bags. Finding the one she wants she disappears with it into Lindsey's bedroom, taking another one of the smaller bags with her.
Spike gets up himself, looking through the bags. He picks out a few items, getting lube in particular. He goes to the door and knocks. "C'n I come in?"
"Yes Dear." Darla calls out. As he opens the door she continues. "You can lace me in." She's standing in the middle of the room in just a pair of stockings and holding a navy blue, satin corset.
Spike comes over and helps Darla into the corset, clever fingers working the laces. "This is familiar," he says with a chuckle.
"Indeed. Happy memories?" She says, making sure her breasts rest properly on top of the quarter cups of the corset.
Spike nods and purrs, nuzzling against the back of her neck. "Very much so."
Pulling away unwillingly, Darla reaches for the nipple chain that she's selected. It has silver nipple rings connected by a delicate silver chain. From each ring dangles another chain from which large blue sapphires hang. Holding it out she purrs, "Put it on me?"
Spike smiles. "With pleasure." He reaches down and begins stroking over her nipples, starting to get them hard and peaked.
Moaning quietly she arches into the touch.
Once he has them ready, he carefully slides each ring on, making sure that it's snug.
"What do you think?" Darla asks once they're positioned.
Spike strokes his fingers over the jewelry, watching it sparkle, and looking at Darla's nipples so beautifully adorned and framed. "Magnificent."
Wrapping her arms around her neck she murmurs her thanks and kisses him lightly before leading him back towards the bed. Sitting down and leaning back she hands him the matching pussy drops and lets her legs fall open
Spike purrs and kneels between her legs. He gently spreads her lips, revealing the inner lips and the delicate interior. He carefully works the rings into position, making sure the attached chain will rub delicately across her clit.
Unable to help herself, Darla's hips writhe slightly at his delicate touch and the pinch of the rings. Spike strokes his fingers over Darla's inner lips as she writhes. He can't resist it, seeing her react to him.
Moaning she bucks her hips against his fingers, the movement causing the dangling stones to move across her wet flesh. Spike leans down and snakes out his tongue, slowly pressing it into her, tasting her. His fingers keep up their gentle dance across her lips. The feel of his tongue inside her causes her to groan loudly, her muscles clenching around the invasion. Her hands come to rest against his hair.
Spike pulls her lips apart further so he can push in deeper and deeper. He curls it up and finds that spongy spot inside and flicks across it teasingly.
"Ohhhhh!" Darla cries out at the touch to her g-spot, and her juices start to flow into his mouth.
Spike laps up the juices even as he continues to thrust and wriggle his tongue inside her. Her hips start to grind against his face, riding his tongue as Darla starts to gasp for breath, moaning and whimpering. Spike alternates deep thrusts into her with stabs at her g-spot, feeling her pleasure, her reaction to him.
Wrapping her legs around his head she starts to ride his tongue hard, forcing him into her. In mere moments she's bucking and screaming as she comes on his tongue. He drinks her, tasting her like wine, buried happily in her wetness, till she finally relaxes her legs and lets him pull back. He smiles and slides up her body, kissing her, her juices still on his lips and tongue.
Darla runs her tongue along his lips and chin, cleaning him, tasting herself. "That was wonderful." She sighs. "Did you enjoy the show Lindsey?"
Lindsey is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, still damp and wrapped in a towel, watching. "Yeah, Darla." There's a definite tent in the front of the towel.