Visions of You (Spike/A(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla) NC-17 13/14
Title: Visions of You
By Tami (tabrandt @ hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: The characters from ATS / BTVS are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
BETA: Myself, lexa4227
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Slash, multiple-partner sex (Spike/Angel(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla)
Timeline - Pre-Bones/Post-ATS Season 5, 2-3 months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE
Summary - Two-Three months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE. Angel, Spike and Dru go to Washington, DC when Drusilla starts having dark visions of Seeley Booth's new case that lead her to believe that Seeley is the one in danger. Sequel to ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FATE and COMING FULL CIRCLE.
Feedback - It would be appreciated. My plot bunny has been lagging lately.
Author's Note - This story takes place before BONES series and after an AU NOT FADE AWAY.
WARNINGS: slash and multiple-partner sex, dark themes, possible minor character death, depending on Angel, Seeley and Spike's mood.
Word Count: 10,008
Previous Chapters
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Chapter 13
Annandale, Virginia
Kevin Wright woke up and dressed for his night shift this week as an EMT for the Inova Mount Vernon hospital. Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, he shaved the stubble off his cheeks. After that was done, he put the razor down and slowly stalked out of his bathroom towards the kitchen. With a blank stare, he opened his cutlery drawer and pulled out a butcher knife. Slipping it inside his jacket, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
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Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment
“Oh, oh, oh.”
Drusilla faced the entertainment center with Angel behind her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted on her moans. She had a grip on Angel’s arm wrapped around her waist as he thrust into her with long, deep strokes.
“We’ll have a more comfortable bed to do this in when we get back home,” Angel promised in a husky whisper against her ear. “Get you home, tie you to my big bed like you want me to and have my way with you.”
Drusilla let out a guttural moan at the images his words conjured in her mind.
“Maybe have Spike tied up as well. Been a long while since I’ve had you both at my mercy,” Angel’s lips moved against the skin in the hollow of her neck.
“Daddy! Please!” Drusilla begged; her voice full of need.
“Need to cum, baby girl? Is that what you want?” Angel taunted near her ear.
He had been teasing her to the brink of orgasm for the last half hour or so. She had scented the arousal from the agent Angel met at the pharmacy and climbed into his lap. She licked his skin as she undressed him and ground herself against his painfully hard erection several times.
Even a vampire such as himself, who had withstood celibacy for years on end, could only take so much temptation. He finally stripped her down and teased her with his tongue until she came in a violent shudder. He had kept her on edge up to now with slow thrusts and angle changes that manipulated her g-spot. There were sobbing cries intermingled with begging, all of which hit his kinks when it came to his childer.
Angel slid his hand down her flat stomach to cup the dark, coarse curls, and teased her clit with his fingers. Drusilla’s head fell back against his shoulder as she rocked between his massaging fingers and his cock doing deliciously wicked things to her.
“Daddy . . . please!” Drusilla pleaded.
Angel licked her turning mark, worrying the scar with his tongue. His fingers massaged faster in contradiction to the deliberately slow thrusts. Her begging rang in his ears and sent bolts of pleasure straight to his dick. But he refused to speed up his tempo. He shifted to his demon and when he had her on the brink again he pinched her clit hard at the same time his fangs sank into the scar. With a sobbing cry, Drusilla bucked against him, impaling herself on his dick over and over. Angel drank her blood in long pulls as he thrust harder, fucking her through her orgasm until he growled into the bite and followed her into orgasm.
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In the bedroom, Spike watched over a sleeping, heavily-sedated Booth. His jeans suddenly became one size too small as his dick hardened to the sounds of Angel and Drusilla fucking in the living room. He reached down and rubbed his crotch, trying to ease the pressure.
Due to the pain medication and the distant echoes of pleasure, Seeley had slipped into erotic dreams. Some of them were about him and Drusilla at the Inter-Agency Gala. He was making love to her on the floor of the vacant office again. Others were of him and Spike when he was in Las Vegas and on the road helping them search for Drusilla. As the dreams drifted to moments with Angel, his cock hardened completely and he moaned in his sleep. His hips shifted involuntarily under the comforter.
The moans caught Spike’s attention and he smirked when he saw Booth’s erection tenting the covers. The human moaned and continued to rub himself against the comforter. It was just enough friction to tease and Booth whimpered.
An evil idea began to form in Spike’s mind at the sight. Since Angel and Drusilla were getting each other off in the next room and Booth was undoubtedly having erotic dreams, Spike felt that there was no harm in having a little fun - to relieve his own arousal of course.
Spike stood up, kicked off his shoes and stripped down to bare skin. He lifted the edge of the blankets and crawled into bed with Seeley. Moving to lay between the human’s legs, Spike stroked Seeley’s cock through his underwear. Booth moaned and rocked up into his touch.
Spike carefully pulled Booth’s underwear off, working them down his legs and finally off his feet. He stilled for a moment to see if the man would wake up from the disturbance, but Seeley remained in a medication-induced sleep.
Spike wrapped his fingers around the hardened length in front of him and stroked. When Seeley started to thrust up, Spike opened his mouth around the head. He gently sucked, matching the speed of Booth’s lazy thrusts. He allowed the other man’s dream to set the tempo while he massaged Seeley’s sacs and rubbed his own erection against the mattress.
Hearing Booth’s muffled groan above him, Spike sucked harder as he smoothly but steadily pressed a finger inside Booth’s ass. Spike stopped to hear a guttural sound. He would have smirked had his mouth been free to, but then Booth thrust his cock down his throat. As softly as he could manage, Spike searched for Seeley’s pleasure point. Upon finding it, Booth began to steadily push up into his mouth then back down on his finger. Adding a second digit, Spike reached down with his free hand and stroked his own cock. He moaned and gradually sucked as Booth used his mouth for sexual relief brought on by his dreams.
A few minutes later, Spike heard a muffled, choked groan just before hot cum flooded his mouth. It had been a long time since he tasted human fluids. The erotic image of this scene in his mind set off his own orgasm and his release spilled on the sheets. Spike swallowed the offering and licked the other man clean. He pulled his fingers free of the relaxed body as he licked and kissed along Seeley’s pelvic bone. Sated, he closed his eyes, resting his head on a strong thigh, nestled in the warmth of Booth’s legs and the cocooning effect of the comforter.
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In the dark living room, Angel and Drusilla lay naked, entwined on the couch asleep. Everything had gone quiet in the apartment. All that could be heard was the sound of the ticking clock in the dining room and the rush of cars driving by outside.
There was a light snick followed by a click as the front door opened and closed. The intruder quietly moved into the belly of the house, carefully testing the floorboards to make sure they didn’t squeak before he put his full weight on them. He had made it through the dining room when he miscalculated and stepped down. A floorboard gave a protesting screech.
The noise woke the couple on the couch. Angel tightened his hold on Drusilla to keep her still as they lay there in full demon visage while they waited for the intruder to show himself.
In the bedroom, a screeching sound woke Seeley from a dead sleep since the meds had started to wear off. He immediately reached for his gun on the bedside table and cocked the weapon. Under the covers, the sensation of Booth’s body tensing around him woke Spike. He raised his head a fraction as Booth started to crawl out of bed, maneuvering around him. He slipped out from beneath the covers to see the agent pull on a pair of pants. The gun lay on the nightstand, with the hammer pulled back. Jeans fastened, Seeley looked almost surprised to see Spike materialize from the bed.
Realizing Spike had a hand in at least one of his erotic dreams, Seeley decided to file away questions on the topic for later. “What was that?”
“Either Angel isn’t as stealthy as he’d like to believe or someone is dumb enough to break in,” Spike commented as he pulled on his jeans. He stood motionless for a second. “I think there’s another heartbeat in the apartment. I can’t be too sure though, because yours is going a mile a minute.”
“How is it supposed to sound?” Seeley hissed in a whisper. “I may have a thief on my hands.”
Spike held his hand up. “Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”
He was heading for the bedroom door when Booth stopped him.
“Wait! Why were you under the covers? Were you sucking me off?”
“You look like you needed it.” Spike’s brow furrowed. “You want to have this discussion now?”
“I suppose it can wait,” Seeley agreed.
Spike nodded and walked out of the room shaking his head at the notion that Booth wanted to have a discussion about sex at the same moment he was probably being robbed.
In the living room, Angel felt the blade against his throat and then he heard a mysterious voice say, “You killed my pet. You murdered my last host. Now I will kill you.”
As soon as the threat was delivered, Angel grabbed the wrist of the offending hand and jerked it away from him. Drusilla scrambled off him and he came off the couch directly into a fight with the intruder as Drusilla moved out of the way. Then, the lights flicked on, revealing his opponent.
Spike rushed into the fight to help his Sire. Booth cautiously entered the room with his gun drawn. He didn’t care what Spike said, he couldn’t wait in the bedroom like a weakling. He cringed when he heard something or someone break his coffee table. That was going to cost him to have it replaced. When he had a full view of the action in the living room, he saw Spike and a very naked Angel switch hitting the intruder. The man wore a uniform with the insignia of the Inova Mount Vernon EMT service on it. Then he spotted the knife the EMT wielded.
Seeley stopped, momentarily confused as to why none of the vampires were biting and draining the man. He’d address the anomaly later when they weren’t under attack. Drawing his weapon again, he reflexively yelled, “Freeze! FBI!”
However, the EMT ignored his warning and proceeded to knock Angel aside and stab Spike in the arm. He was headed for Drusilla who was in full demon countenance when Booth squeezed off two shots, hitting the EMT dead-on in the heart. The intruder dropped dead in his tracks on Booth’s area rug.
“Spike, you okay?” Booth called out. Cautiously, he checked the fallen man for a pulse and found none. His aim was true. Just like his drill sergeant in boot camp taught him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’ll heal,” Spike assured him.
“Why didn’t any of you attack him?” Booth asked.
Angel looked surprised at the question. “I only use my fangs when the need arises. Same as you shooting when you have to.”
“It has something to do with the soul. It makes you actually care when you use your fangs,” Spike grumbled with a hand over the wound to keep from dripping blood on the floor.
“That explains the two of you, but what about Dru?”
“I’m a princess saved by knights,” Drusilla said simply with a wistful smile.
“What about you? Why did you shoot him when he was headed for Drusilla? You could have let her handle it,” Spike pointed out.
“I . . . It was instinct. He was going after someone I lo - care about and I pulled the trigger,” Booth explained. He looked down at the body. “So, someone want to explain to me what this is all about? Why do I have a five-hundred-dollar broken coffee table and an EMT dead in my living room?”
“My experienced guess?” Angel offered. Booth nodded as he released the hammer and turned the safety on his weapon. “He jumped bodies.”
“He jumped . . . huh?” Booth asked confused as per usual when he was lost in a sea of demons around Angel and Spike.
“Not the human, the dominant spirit of the demon master,” Angel clarified, “When we killed his host, the spirit jumped from the dead man to a new one. In this case it jumped to the EMT.”
“How do you know that?” Booth demanded.
“You get as old as we are, you run across a few or at least something similar,” Spike replied.
“I have to call the coroner and my boss,” Seeley said. “If the crime scene techs show up, is this spirit going to jump into a new host?”
Spike shook his head. “What happened the last time was that you stabbed the guy in the neck. With this one you shot him in the heart. I can say with no amount of certainty that he’s gone. If not, then Angel, Dru and I will hunt it down and kill it.”
Seeley looked doubtful between the dead body and Spike as he called the coroner and Deputy Director Cullen to relate what happened.
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Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment, Dawn
Booth’s apartment was a riot of uniforms. The coroner, crime scene techs and FBI agents were in the living room gathered around the dead body. Due to the new day, Angel, Spike and Drusilla made themselves scarce. For all Seeley knew, they were holed up in his bedroom. None of the agents entered that room since there was no reason to. An agent had asked him what the room was and then went on.
While the coroner loaded up the dead body, Booth sat at the dining room table giving his statement to an agent.
“You were in the bedroom when you heard a noise and came out to see what it was?” the agent asked.
“Yes,” Booth confirmed.
“And then what happened?”
“I identified myself as FBI and told him to freeze. He came at me with the knife and we fought over it, which is how my coffee table became tinder for a fire. I rolled to my feet and when he refused to give up the knife and came after me again, I shot him,” Booth said. A lie detector would probably sound like weather radar going off with the semi-lies he was telling right now.
The agent took notes. “It sounds pretty cut and dried to me, but stick around in case there’s any more questions we need to clear up.”
“I work at the FBI, where am I going to go?” Booth muttered under his breath. When the agent raised his brow, he gave a quick smile. “Yeah, sure.”
The agent flipped his notebook closed and disappeared into the crowd. Seeley looked around his apartment, barely recognizing it with so many people. Then, the coroner walked past with the gurney carrying the dead body, having finally made it through the throng of agents.
“Booth!” a stern voice shouted over the din. Seeley looked in that direction and saw Deputy Director Cullen coming towards him.
“What’s this I hear about you having an identical twin and why isn’t in your records?” Cullen demanded.
“Sir?” Booth asked perplexed.
“I get CC’d on all my agent’s medical reports. It keeps me notified on who I can send into the field. The hospital amended your records and it now says that you have a twin brother named Angel. What kind of name is that? Sounds like a girlie name to me,” Cullen commented.
“Sorry, sir. Angel is part of that family that I discovered when I was in California on that Goldsmith case,” Booth replied.
“Why would he say you were a twin?” Cullen asked.
“You see, sir . . . He and two of his family members showed up at the beginning of the month and sort of stayed for a bit. Angel and I look so much alike that he probably told the doctors that to avoid questions.” Yep, that weather radar was hitting super speed by now.
“I see. I thought you took care of this perp, Booth. Isn’t that why you were in the hospital to begin with?” Cullen asked.
“I did, Sir. Angel and Spike sort of helped me with the case,” Booth said. There were white lies and then there was straight out ones. He couldn’t lie to his boss about how he solved the case - not to his face anyway. “I let them in on the case and they helped me close it.
Cullen’s brow furrowed in anger. “You broke protocol and invited an outside source in on one of our cases without approval from your superior - who, I might remind you, would be me.”
“Yes Sir,” Booth replied.
“There’s a chain of command, Booth! Any green agent knows that!”
“I know that, Sir,” Booth replied.
“I ought to have your badge for this! The only thing keeping you from being fired at all is that you closed the cases,” Cullen said in a clipped tone.
“Absolutely, Sir,” Booth replied.
“That said, I suggest you take a few days off and see the in-house counselor when you come back - on the job death like this,” Cullen said in a tone that brooked no argument.
“I will, Sir,” Booth replied.
“Now, I’ll get my guys out of here and you get some rest. You just got home from the hospital and you look like hell.”
“Yes, Sir,” Booth replied.
When the last of the entourage left his apartment, Booth locked the door and fell back onto the couch. His entire body felt like he hadn’t slept in days. The curtains were still drawn as they had been for the last month. It was a good thing that he didn’t keep houseplants that needed a lot of light.
“It sounds like you’re all set. You solved the case, got a few days off. We can be out of your hair tonight,” Angel said.
Seeley’s eyes blinked open and he looked at the dark vampire leaning against the wall between the living room and hall leading to his bedroom. From his position on the couch, Angel was now clothed and looked dark and imposing.
“You don’t have to leave. I got some free time for an actual visit now,” Booth smirked as he sat up to lean against the backrest.
Angel gave him a small smile. “You should spend them with Parker. I’d give anything to have a moment of my son’s childhood before he became an angry, confused teenager who was taught to hate me. Relish this time with your son. Show him everything you can. You’ve raised a wonderful boy, Booth. You’ve got the chance I never did. I don’t know your ex or what she thinks of your parenting skills. But, coming from someone who’s been around for two and a half centuries, you’re a great father.”
Seeley preened and then chuckled. “The way Spike tells it, you were a megalomaniacal bastard for a Sire.”
Angel scoffed, “Part of that is true. Spike likes to exaggerate the rest. I think the years are catching up with him. His memories aren’t what they used to be.” They shared a moment of silence before Angel spoke again. “Maybe when you get some free time and have Parker with you, you ought to bring him to Las Vegas for a visit. There is more to Sin City than strip clubs and friendly, demonic lounge singers.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Vegas with the sun, beautiful women . . . the sound of winning bells and whistles going off,” Booth said contemplatively.
“No gambling, Booth, especially not around Parker. I didn’t give you that money after we rescued Dru just so you could lose it on a game of Craps,” Angel admonished.
Booth snapped out of his daze, offended that Angel would accuse him of gambling with his son’s inheritance. “I would never do that. I put that money in a college fund for Parker.”
Angel gave him a skeptical look. Booth rose to the occasion and stared straight at him. Angel nodded in confirmation at the truth he saw in Seeley’s eyes.
“I’ll make a call and then we’ll be out of your way by midnight.”
Booth stood up and fell into an easy prowl as he moved to stand in front of Angel. “That’s all well and good, but I never asked you to leave. You keep making these unilateral decisions for everyone else, including hijacking a case I brought to you. For once, I’d like to get something I want out of our relationship, such as it is.”
The dark vampire caught the sensual tone of the word ‘relationship’ as it rolled off the agent’s tongue and raised a brow. “And what would that be?”
“The two of us for a change,” Seeley suggested. His eyes flicked between Angel’s attire and his dark eyes. “Before you leave, I’d like to have you to myself. Will that be a problem for you?”
Angel was impressed. Seeley had never initiated intimacy with him before. It was always instigated by Spike or Drusilla. Outwardly, Angel regarded the human speculatively. “I figured you had your hands full with Spike and Dru by now.”
“I won’t lie. I enjoy being with both of them. However, they learned everything they know from you. I thought it was time to cut out the middle man . . . or middle vampire, as it were,” Seeley explained as his eyes moved over Angel’s body. He bit his lip as a twinge of arousal hit him from the memories of the dreams of the time Angel had taken him while in reality Spike had climbed under the covers and sucked him off.
“Uh-huh,” Angel replied slowly, digesting Booth’s request. He could smell the human’s arousal. “I think sex with us has ruined you.”
“Sure, it may be mind-blowing sex,” Seeley conceded. “But sometimes it’s more about being with someone that really gives a shit about you.” He looked the vampire in the eyes, admitting quietly, “I haven’t felt that in a long time.”
Angel watched intently as Seeley’s eyes shifted from making eye contact to looking at his mouth. “It can be . . . nice . . . with someone who cares about you.” His lips turned up in a knowing smirk. “You can’t tell me you live like a monk when you’re alone.”
Booth stepped closer, cupping Angel’s cheek in his hand. “I’ll admit that I’m not afraid to get some relief when the need arises, but that’s not what I want from you!”
Angel saw the humor in the situation as the agent squirmed in an attempt to make his wishes known. Angel licked his lips and spoke softly, “What do you want from me, Seeley?”
The tone of the vampire’s voice sent a shiver down Booth’s spine that ended in his groin. “You’re really making me work for this, aren’t you?” he asked as he stepped forward, cradling the back of Angel’s head with both hands and attacked his lips with a vicious kiss.
Slightly stunned by Booth’s audacity, Angel was slow to respond at first. A soft moan escaped as the warm tongue caressed his lips. Booth shuddered as a thrill rolled through him when the bruised lips parted for him. Angel caressed Seeley’s tongue with his own as he took control of the kiss. Hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Booth’s jeans, he tugged Seeley closer and brushed their groins together.
Booth groaned as the friction of rough denim ground into him. He could feel Angel’s hard cock press against his through the layers of clothing. Driven crazy with need, he pulled Angel against him, crushing their erections together.
Angel deepened the kiss in response to Seeley’s urgency. Shifting to his demon features, he pierced Booth’s tongue with a sharp fang, causing the human to whimper. Angel growled and thrust his cock harder against Seeley. A pearl drop of blood formed and Angel ran his cool tongue over the wound, soothing the pain as he licked the blood away.
Moving his hands down to Angel’s shoulders, Booth desperately grasped the fabric of the vampire’s shirt and without breaching the kiss, he maneuvered them backwards. Booth was so involved in the kiss that he nearly tripped over the pieces of broken coffee table as he edged gingerly through the mini obstacle course. He felt the cushion of the couch at the back of his knees and launched himself backward, taking the dark vampire with him. Breaking the kiss for the first time, he gasped, “Angel, I need you . . . now!”
Angel shifted back to his human face. His gaze was intense as he stared at Booth. He removed his shirt, revealing a much leaner body, having lost the weight he gained that last year in L.A. His flesh carried a lot more scars, but otherwise resembled Seeley’s.
Maintaining eye contact, he reached down and opened Booth’s jeans. Pulling the flaps wide, his fingers caressed the sensitive hip bones. They ghosted lightly over the dark curls, following their path to the bobbing cock that was so similar to his own. Before grasping it, he teasingly changed direction and grinned at the disappointed groan as he trailed his fingers over Seeley’s chest.
Pausing in his examination to tickle over the scar of an old gunshot wound, Angel hissed when his agile fingers found their way to the bandage of the newest wound to defile the perfect flesh before him. If Seeley hadn’t killed the bastard, soul or nor soul, he would’ve gladly torn the man limb from limb. His furrowed brow smoothed as his mind turned to more pleasant things while he moved to the taut, sensitive nipples.
Angel skimmed his fingers over a nipple, tweaking the nub between thumb and forefinger. Booth bit his lip, groaning. Angel ran his hand over the bandage from the operation on the stab wound that Booth was still healing from. Worried, like every time something happened to Seeley, Angel asked, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Hissing, Booth arched into the touch. “You ought to know how up I am, you were just there. Now quit moving like the old man you are and fuck me already!”
Angel chuckled at the human growl Booth tried to imitate and raised a brow. “An old man? You’re right. You have been hanging around my impetuous childe way too long.”
Booth opened his mouth make a scathing remark but Angel cut him off with a passionate, demanding kiss. He slid his hands inside the back of Seeley’s jeans, pulling the human against him. His fingers slowly inched their way into the cleft of Booth’s ass and teased the sensitive flesh there.
Breaking the kiss, Angel moved to suck on the claim mark he placed on Booth’s neck months before. “Lube? You’re not a vampire. It would be better with lube,” he mumbled.
Booth stretched, desperately trying to reach for the drawer of the end table. Panting, he said, “In there.”
Angel sat up and leaned over to open the drawer. His eyebrows slowly crawled up his forehead and he chuckled. His old Irish brogue slipped in as he said, “Warming gel? Now what would ye be doing with this in yer living room me boyo?”
Booth gasped as the accent sent a thrill of arousal to his already leaking cock. “Spike! Damn vampire. He thought he was being cute. I found it there the other day.”
Angel scoffed. “That’d be just like him.” He moved out of the way and ordered, “Take your jeans off.”
While Booth hurried to comply, Angel undressed himself and snatched the warming gel. When they were both completely naked, they took a moment to regard each other. Booth’s body began to shake with pent up arousal. “Now that the meeting for the Mutual Admiration Society is in order, can we please get on with it?” Seeley snarked.
Angel grinned as he squeezed lubricant onto his fingers. “My, my, my, aren’t we the impatient one. Don’t worry; my cock will be making its way up your ass in just a moment. But not until I’m sure you’re ready.” He pushed Seeley’s legs to his chest and began to circle his slick fingers around his anus.
Booth whimpered as Angel’s finger carefully breached him. The last time they were like this was in the hotel on the road trip to find Drusilla. He should be grateful that Angel took the time to prepare him now. Booth sucked in a breath and froze as another finger found its way inside. Focusing on Angel, he saw the dark vampire staring down at him, gauging his reaction.
Seeley blinked and nodded. “I’m fine.”
Seeing the truth in the dark brown gaze, Angel added another finger, stretching and scissoring until the muscle gave. Then, he sought out Booth’s prostate. He knew he found it when the body beneath his arched violently and “Angel . . . Now!” was said in a growl that would have made any vampire proud.
Removing his fingers, Angel spread more of the lubricant on his erection, hissing as the friction of the gel heated his dead flesh. Leaning over Booth, Angel placed his dick at the slick entrance and slowly slid in. He glanced up from watching his cock move deeper and saw the strained lines around Booth’s eyes, his teeth biting into his blanched lips. Angel stopped half way in. He waited until he got a nod from his lover and then pulled back before slowly sliding back in until his balls rubbed against Seeley’s.
Angel stared down at Seeley watching the human adjust to the full length inside him. Then, he slowly started to thrust in slow strokes. He had to be careful. Vampire strength could easily break a bone. Seeley wasn’t Spike, who matched his intensity, nor was he Drusilla, who stoked his passion to fever pitch and nearly demanded he take her without so much as a word.
He wrapped his slick fingers around Booth’s erection as he moved at a slow, steady pace. “Was this what you wanted?”
Booth’s eyes rolled back in his head at the purr he heard in Angel’s voice. Explosions of light flashed behind his eyelids with every thrust. “Umm, my God, yes,” Seeley moaned. “Wanted it . . . needed it . . . needed you for so long.”
Angel leaned over the writhing body and kissed the bruised lips. Drawn to his mark, he kissed his way down Seeley’s throat to lave the scar. Between the heat from the warming gel and thrusting into human warmth, his orgasm started to build, his balls drawing up against his body. With it was a shuddering need to find release together. Angel carefully sped up his movements, thrusting faster and stroking Seeley’s weeping cock.
Booth scratched his nails down Angel’s back as the dark vampire moved languidly. Seeley rolled his hips with the movements, pushing up into Angel’s fist and back onto the hard length. Angel nipped at the tender skin on the underside of Booth’s chin and neck with blunt teeth. He teased Seeley relentlessly until he was on the edge.
He angled his hips and pushed forward into Booth’s prostate which caused Seeley to see more stars. Whimpering and tossing his head back into the cushions, Seeley held Angel’s head tight against his neck.
“Please, please just do it. Want you to, please,” Booth begged.
Angel fought to remain in control as he growled his assent. He shifted back to his demon and gently bit into Booth’s neck, reopening his claiming mark. As soon as the warm, rich blood splashed over his tongue, Angel tipped over into orgasm. Seeley groaned as he felt the sharp pain and the gentle drawing of his blood through the wound. The heady sensation caused him to follow Angel with his own release. Angel licked the wound closed as they lay together, each lost in their own euphoria. Angel heard Seeley’s ragged breath and felt the pounding of his heart in his own chest.
The afterglow was short-lived, however, when they heard a chuckle. They turned as one to see Spike leaning against the doorway to the hall. “I was going to offer to help clean up the mess. If I’d known there was going to be a show, I’d have made some popcorn.”
Seeley scoffed. “You’re such a dick.”
“Yeah, but I’m not the dick. That’s still ten inches up your arse!” Spike burst into a fit of giggles at his own comment.
“Funny, Spike. You’re a real comedian,” Booth commented wryly.
Angel’s face changed back to human features and he carefully extricated himself from Seeley. They sat up unsteadily and pulled their clothes on. Then the three of them saw to the task of cleaning up the shards of wooden coffee table. While Booth closed the trash bags and took them out to the dumpster behind his apartment building, Angel and Spike packed their luggage and Angel made a phone call to book a flight home.
“Three tickets on an 11:30 p.m. flight to Las Vegas. We’ll pick them up at the airport,” Angel confirmed as he hung up the phone and wrote the information on a post-it note.
“Angel, we need to talk,” Spike said as he stood by and watched his Sire act like nothing happened.
“Uh-huh,” Angel acknowledged.
“I’m bloody serious!”
“What do you need to talk about, Spike?” Angel asked, still distracted by flight arrangements and preparing to leave.
“You bit him again,” Spike stated.
“Yeah,” Angel admitted.
“I thought you said it was a one-time thing, to protect him from other demons. Yet, you bit him again, not fifteen minutes ago. What’s your reasoning this time?” Spike challenged.
“He asked me to,” Angel said simply.
“He asked for it? He was of sound, mind and body - while shagging with a vampire - and asked you to bite him again?” Spike asked in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“And you just went along with it!? Are you insane? You lucked out when you bit him the first time that it didn’t turn into a disaster. What the bloody hell do you think a second time is going to do to him!?” Spike asked anxiously as he followed Angel from room to room while the elder vampire moved their luggage to the door.
“Spike, it’s okay. He’s fine. I didn’t take much, just a taste.”
“Well, if it was just a taste, then that makes it all right doesn’t it?” Spike said scornfully.
Angel turned on him with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t see what the big deal is, Spike. He asked me to bite him and I did. He’s alive. Everything is fine. Why are you so bent out of shape about this?”
“I’m ‘so bent out of shape’ because of what it’s going to do to him. Not now or tomorrow, but when we’re gone and he starts to form other relationships. Was I the only soddin’ one paying attention when he mentioned having a girl since he met us?” Spike ranted.
“He hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since I called him to ask for help in finding Drusilla,” Angel shot back reflexively.
“Exactly! He hasn’t had a romantic relationship since you - we - bit him! It’s Buffy all over again! But unlike her, he’s not getting teary-eyed and vengeful on anything that reminds him of us. You weren’t there when Buffy went through life after being bitten by you. Riley Finn . . .”
Angel put his hands on his hips and gave Spike a contemptuous look upon hearing that name. “You’re really going to use Riley Finn as an example for this? You hated him as much as I did.”
“. . . Was just the beginning,” Spike finished. He threw his hands in the air and turned to walk away, but then came back. “She ended up with the bloody Immortal for fuck’s sake!”
Angel’s lips thinned and he folded his arms over his chest. “One hundred and thirty-two years and you’re still jealous.”
“What? What the bloody hell do I have to be jealous of?” Spike scoffed.
“Of Seeley. Ever since I put a mark on him, you’ve been jealous. I thought we were past such frivolous notions,” Angel said.
“I am not jealous of Seeley,” Spike insisted.
“Buffy and Cordelia was a one-off thing. They are footnotes in our very long life. I’m not going to toss you aside to be with Seeley. He’s human. He doesn’t belong in our world,” Angel tried to explain.
“What with you biting him again, it sure as hell seems like you want to drag him into it. He can’t be trapped between worlds. Do you really think he can go on normally after that? He’s not going to be satisfied. He’ll always be looking for that one thing that’s out of reach. And he’s not going to find it when we’re 3,000 miles away from him.” Spike argued.
“Damn it, Spike! He’s not Buffy! He’s nothing remotely like her. You make it sound like I did something irrational. As if I didn’t take his feelings into consideration. I’m not the reckless and impulsive one in this family that has to throw himself into situations without thinking! That’s you! I worry every day about the impact we have on him. I worry that he is going to use us as a standard for all his romantic relationships. To us, the humans we meet are just a blip on the screen in the long run. But, Seeley is family. I worry that he’ll go through life remembering us and what it was like to be with us. We cannot offer him anymore than fleeting moments. I haven’t worried so much about another human since Connor was a baby. So don’t talk to me like I just flew off the handle and bit him for the hell of it!” Angel yelled.
Seeley chose that moment to enter the apartment from his trip to the dumpster. When he did, it was to see Spike and Angel at a standoff in his dining room. They looked like they were ready to murder each other . . . or jump each other. Booth hadn’t quite figured out yet which nuances meant foreplay and which was outright murderous anger.
“What are you two arguing about now?” Booth asked innocently.
Spike and Angel glared at each other. Spike held up his hands as if he were going to throttle his Sire, but then thought better of it and stomped away. Angel let out a heavy sigh and went back to the task of getting their luggage ready to leave. Seeley looked dumbfounded between Angel and Spike’s retreating back.
“Why were you fighting?”
“It’s nothing. Just one of our many disagreements,” Angel shrugged.
“I’ve been around you two long enough to know that was not nothing. You two only fight over one of three things: Drusilla, Buffy and me. So which is it?”
“Forget it, Booth. It’s a Sire-Childe argument,” Angel said in a clipped tone.
“A Sire-Childe argument about me?” When Angel quickly looked up at him, Booth’s lips thinned in irritation. “I’m not as dumb as you might think. I know there’s a bond between you two and Spike worries about it. He worries about where he stands with you and what you biting me will do to me in the long run. I’m not blind. I can see the hurt looks that he tries to hide. For demons, you sure picked the most expressive people to turn.”
“He’s right. There are consequences to being bitten. Though he might think that I haven’t considered them, I do worry about what a second bite will do to you. You’re connected to us for the rest of your life. And doubly so since I bit you a second time,” Angel started to explain.
Booth held a hand up to stop him. “Look, I’m fine with it. There are no adverse effects so far.”
“Other than you haven’t had a steady girlfriend since the first time we bit you,” Angel added.
“Even so, if there are any effects, you’ll be the first one I’ll call. I’m not your Slayer girlfriend who swooned every time you came around. I would like to think you had given me stronger genes than that.”
Booth threw his hands up, mimicking Spike’s earlier reaction to Angel and walked away. Angel’s lips thinned and he breathed out an irritated sigh before going back to making preparations to leave, this time slamming things around.
Seeley was brought up short when he saw Drusilla in his kitchen retrieving some blood out of his fridge. How strange was that image? Vampires were in his house and getting blood bags out of his refrigerator. He leaned against the wall and watched her fix her own meal. Was drinking blood considered a meal or a drink? Hell of a time to be pondering that since they’d been here for a month.
“You fix your own meals?” Seeley asked surprised. He’d never seen Drusilla do things for herself, outside of killing someone that is. Angel and Spike had always done them for her.
As she waited for the microwave, Drusilla looked at him as if he were a simpleton. “I did not live to be a hundred and forty-seven by my looks alone, Seeley-Daddy. I can hunt and dress myself and tie my shoes and work a microwave.”
Seeley raised a brow and smiled at that. She actually gave him a dressing down. He was impressed. Up to now, he thought she was just a meek girl who spoke in little-girl talk with a mean streak and had Angel and Spike at her beck and call.
“Yes, ma’am,” Booth smirked. He watched her for a moment. He had a thing for strong women. Drusilla liked playing the part of helpless girl, but she was strong, strong enough to have lived this long. That coupled with her obvious beauty sent a thrill of heat through him. “Do you know how hot you are right now? Too bad Angel’s taking you back home tonight . . .” he trailed off. Drusilla gave him a sidelong glance that made his heart skip a beat. “So . . . you’re not going to tell me how dangerous it was to be bitten again?”
“What do you want me to say? I’m the soulless one, remember? Daddy and Spike think I have no self-control. Sometimes I don’t. But, Daddy said to be careful around you. He doesn’t want you hurt. He sees you as his shining redemption after he lost his own.”
“I’m no one’s redemption. The things I’ve seen and done. I’m so far from being anyone’s redemption,” Booth said.
“Daddy thought he’d become human after the final battle, the one that destroyed the law firm. Instead, he signed it away. You showed up and now he thinks you’re the salvation the Powers promised him,” Drusilla said as she opened the microwave and retrieved the blood.
“Do you believe that? What I mean is: do you believe in salvation and redemption?”
“I was Catholic when I was human, destined to be a nun when Daddy found me. Yes, I believe in those things. Being a demon doesn’t change what you were and what you believed or how you loved when you were human. They are still the same, Seeley-Daddy.”
“And Angel and Spike said you were the insane one,” Booth muttered to himself.
Drusilla let out a mournful sigh. “I’m not insane. I just see things that will come to pass. I’m not naïve, Seeley-Daddy. I was turned at seventeen and still that child in me. It’s just easier to let her out. I may love my Daddy, but he tormented me for a year before he turned me. I have a fragile mind, but mostly what you see of me is my Victorian upbringing. I am not ignorant of my surroundings.”
Seeley shrank back from the hostility in her voice. Okay, so she wasn’t insane. Angelus just made her vulnerable. She played it up around Angel and Spike because they what, expected it of her? Whenever he was alone with her she seemed cognizant of him and their conversations. When he asked direct questions she answered him, though there were mention of pixies and stars from time to time.
Booth groaned as he watched her swallow the blood. Hypnotically, he moved closer and placed his mouth over the bobbing motion of her throat. Surprised, Drusilla took a step back and lowered the glass. There was a small drop of blood at the corner of her mouth. Booth reached up and collected the drop on his thumb. Locking eyes with her, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the blood away.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Booth,” Drusilla said in a near whisper.
“What can I say? You’re an erotic temptation,” Seeley replied with a charming smile. Her little-girl voice still made his name sound like sin. Angel and Spike were right. Maybe he should be worried about his personal interactions. After this, after hearing Drusilla whisper his name like that? He was thoroughly ruined for any other woman.
He took her mug away from her and set it aside. When he leaned forward to kiss her, she brought her hands up against his chest to stop him.
“I just drank blood. Maybe you should wait for the taste to disappear before you do that.” She cringed at the trace of cow’s blood in her mouth. “Animal blood doesn’t have the best taste, let alone a good aftertaste.”
“You’ve been here long enough that I think I’m used to tasting blood in your mouth, all three of you,” Booth commented.
“Oh no, this is not good,” Drusilla pressed her fingers to her temple, groaning painfully. “I have to tell Daddy we need to leave sooner. He’ll not be happy in the least with this turn of events. He’ll be very cross.” When she turned to leave the room, Seeley grabbed her wrist and yanked her body against him.
“Stop worrying about Angel. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’ll admit: blood does taste awful. That wasn’t why I did it. It’s not why I have this overwhelming need to kiss you either.”
Seeley’s gaze drifted between her big, dark blue eyes and full, red lips. He leaned forward, pushing against her hands until his mouth met hers. The touch was electrifying. Her cool skin against his warmth, the way her lips parted on a moan to allow his tongue to slip inside. It was like every time they touched. Apart from her he was merely taken with her. Her beauty, her little-girl mannerisms, the way she teased him to distraction. The moment she touched him there was a sudden rush of arousal through his veins. He was intoxicated by her. He had the presence of mind to know it was not a good thing. He knew Angel would strongly disapprove. But damn, she felt too good.
To hell with Angel.
Seeley grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. His blood turned to liquid fire when he heard her moan in response to his hardness pressing against her through layers of clothing. She could crush him if she had a mind to. She could end his life here and now. Throwing caution to the wind, he picked her up and shoved her back against his refrigerator, shaking the objects on top of it. She gave up trying to push him away and wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Seeley fisted her skirt and yanked it up. Ravishing her mouth, he pulled her away from the refrigerator and set her on the counter next to it. He trailed kisses down to her neck to her turning mark. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh to her cleft and he slipped two fingers inside as he teased the mark. Drusilla’s head fell back against the cabinet as she arched against his ministrations.
Booth fell to his knees, ignoring the pain in the bad one to please her. Removing his fingers, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, pushed her skirt out of the way and licked his way up her inner thigh to her pussy, tasting her. He lapped the fluids off her inner folds before thrusting his tongue inside her. Drusilla’s back arched involuntarily in reaction and she cried out as she buried her fingers in his hair.
Seeley pulled her closer by her waist and thrust his tongue deeper. He felt her shudder and her hips gyrating against his mouth. Then, her thighs clamped around his head. Caressing his hands over her legs, he pried her thighs apart and moved up to flick his tongue over her clit until she was a writhing, purr-growling mess. He glanced up to see her head thrown back against the cabinet, her clenched teeth bared, her body bowed and straining as she bucked against him.
When he had Drusilla on the brink, Booth reluctantly moved away and stood up between her thighs. With hands on her hips, he angled her pelvis and thrust his painfully hard, neglected cock inside her. He let out a guttural moan as her cool body opened for him.
“Seeley-Daddy!” Drusilla cried out as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Booth rested his forehead against hers as he thrust inside her, feeling her tight inner muscles squeeze his cock like a vise. Their mouths were millimeters apart, his warm breath fanning her lips.
“Seeley-Daddy, so warm inside me, like summer. I can almost feel the sunshine in me,” Drusilla moaned. She anchored herself to him with one arm around his neck and the other on the kitchen counter for leverage to rock her hips against his thrusts, forcing him to slide deeper.
“My Rhiannon,” Booth breathed against her lips.
It was a whisper. He was too far gone to realize what he said.
If he had, he would have known just how much trouble he was in. Up to now, he’d only made that comparison in his head. He never voiced it. If Angel knew, he would more than disapprove. Comparing Dru to the goddess of ethereal beauty who was born with the first moonrise? Angel would consider it a declaration of love, something that he had spent all this time trying to dissuade Booth from doing with Drusilla. Love her, but not be in love with her. He couldn’t afford to be in love with her.
He was damned, infatuated with a slip of a girl who had a one hundred and forty-seven year old demon inside her. Hell, he was inside her. She could kill him right now and he couldn’t - wouldn’t - do anything to stop her. That knowledge made Seeley even harder. Claiming her lips in a humanly brutal kiss, he thrust deeper and harder with renewed vigor. She responded with a passion that rivaled his, urging him on with squeaky moans that drove him wild as she bucked against him. Their movements caused the cabinets to bang on their hinges with their clashing bodies.
Booth wrenched his mouth away, moaning, “Dru . . . God . . . fuck. That’s it, baby . . . squeeze me.”
As he pounded against her, into her, Seeley latched onto her neck, sucking on Angel’s mark, biting it with blunt teeth. It was the only way he could think of at the moment to stop the words in his head from escaping: Take me. I’m yours. Squeeze me dry.
He pushed the worry that Angel would come in and rip him away from Drusilla for mouthing her turning mark. He tamped down the worry that Angel would possibly kill him for being so foolish with his life and his feelings. God help him, he couldn’t stop now if he tried. Not until he heard her cry out his name in orgasm. He needed to hear it dripping in sex and sin once more before he let her walk out of his life again.
“Booth! Oh, oh, oh,” Drusilla cried as her orgasm racked her body.
There it was: the sweetest sound he ever heard. He suddenly pulled away from her neck and wrapped his hand in her hair, tugging her head back to watch her in the throes of ecstasy. Seeley continued to thrust into her as she quaked and shuddered around him.
“Yes, Dru. Yes, yes, so gorgeous, sweetheart,” he encouraged as he pushed her through her orgasm before falling over the precipice to his own bliss.
Seeley held her tight as they quaked against each other in orgasmic aftershocks. When his body finally settled, he bestowed a kiss of gratitude on her lips. Reluctantly, he extracted himself from her and stepped back to help her down off the counter. He held onto her as she stood on shaky legs, letting her dress fall into place. Booth pressed a tender kiss to her temple and smiled at her.
“One hell of a goodbye that was, Booth,” Spike said with a smirk.
Alarmed, Drusilla and Seeley looked over to see Spike leaning against the kitchen doorway.
“Are you making a habit of watching me have sex?” Booth asked steadying Drusilla as she walked out of the kitchen. He let her go on by herself when they reached Spike. He made a show of tucking his cock away and fastening his jeans.
“First, my Sire and now Dru?” Spike raised his scarred brow at the agent’s boldness.
“Uh huh,” Booth acknowledged watching the vampire’s lips with keen interest.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I felt left out,” Spike commented.
Seeley stepped closer, sifted his fingers through the blonde hair and tugged back on the short strands until Spike was forced to look up at him. His mouth descended on Spike’s. A light brushing at first, coaxing Spike’s lips open, then harder as he slipped his tongue inside. Spike moaned into the kiss when he tasted Drusilla on Seeley’s tongue.
Spike grabbed the back of Seeley’s head and deepened the kiss as he pressed his body against Seeley’s frame. Booth’s hands slid under the leather duster to rub along Spike’s back. His hands traveled lower to grab Spike’s ass and pull him closer causing the vampire to whimper.
Then, Spike was kissing air as Booth suddenly disappeared. His eyes snapped open and he looked around and then down to see the agent on his knees unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. He let out a hissing breath as Seeley wrapped his fingers around his cock and pulled it free of its confines. He had to grab the edge of the countertop for balance when the human sucked him down. Turned on as he was by the taste of Drusilla on Seeley’s tongue as well as watching the two of them fucking, it took only a few moments of feeling Booth’s mouth on him and hands clutching his hips to hold them still as he mercilessly sucked his cock until he came and slumped against the counter. Then, it ended as suddenly as it started and Seeley stood in front of him licking his fingers clean.
“Bloody hell, pet . . . that was . . .”
“Payback for you sucking me off in my sleep,” Booth finished. “Maybe next time you try that stunt you’ll wake me up to enjoy it.” Seeley gave him a sly smile and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Spike alone to tuck himself away and fasten his jeans.
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Washington, DC, Dulles International Airport, near midnight
Seeley had taken the FBI vehicle while Angel, Spike and Drusilla drove the rental car back to the airport’s Rent-A-Car agency. Angel put his foot down about Spike or Drusilla joining Booth for the ride to the airport. Knowing his childer’s penchant to distract the human, the last thing he needed was to have Seeley in a car wreck on the way to the airport.
So here Booth was, standing alone at the terminal waiting for the three vampires to show up. He sat in one of the hard plastic chairs and read a magazine that had to be at least three years old. One would think they’d update the reading selection once a year at least. There was nothing like reading about Tommy and Pamela Anderson Lee’s umpteenth breakup session.
He was half way through the magazine when Spike came bouncing in on the balls of his feet, followed by Drusilla and then Angel carrying the tickets. He tossed the magazine aside and stood up.
Looking around Spike, Seeley addressed Angel, “Did you stop at an ice cream shop or something?”
“No. He’s just like that when he’s bored and getting antsy,” Angel said in a droll tone.
“Well, I guess this is it,” Booth said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet.
After several moments of Angel and Seeley mirroring each other, Spike rolled his eyes and Drusilla smiled at the situation. Why was it that men always made things so hard?
“Thanks . . . for the help with the case and everything,” Booth finally said quietly.
Grateful for the icebreaker, Angel replied, “Anytime, you know I’ll always be around for you and Parker. It’s a sure thing, being immortal and all. It’s a perk.”
Booth gave a small smile at that. “Yeah, I know, and I appreciate that. Good to know there’s someone else looking out for my son.”
The deafening silence descended on the group for a few moments before Angel spoke again. “It’s not like this is goodbye forever. We’ll see each other again.”
“Right,” Booth nodded. “I’ll bring Parker out for a visit. I want him to get to know his family better.”
Angel smiled at that thought. Showing Parker all the great things about Las Vegas, PG-rated of course, sounded promising.
“Last call for boarding on flight 242 from Dulles International to LAX. Last call for boarding on flight 242 from Dulles International to LAX,” an automated voice said over the intercom.
“Bloody hell,” Spike cursed. He and Drusilla both hugged Booth quickly and headed for the appointed gate. “We’ll miss the flight if we wait on you wankers!” Spike said as he dragged Drusilla with him.
Angel and Booth shared an exasperated sigh over Spike.
“I guess that’s our cue to get on with this. Call me when you get home,” Booth said.
“I will,” Angel promised.
Hesitantly, the two men moved closer and gave each other a quick hug. “See you soon,” they mumbled to each other before breaking apart. Angel turned and followed Spike and Drusilla to the gate without looking back.
As Seeley watched them leave, he thought over the events of the last two months. Sure, the sex was amazing. He thought more about the little things like the time Angel and Spike ruined his sheets and Angel cooking for him. Then there was Angel meeting Parker and his son figuring out the vampire’s voicemail. That memory caused Seeley to laugh to himself. He turned on his heel and left the airport for home. His apartment was going to feel strange and empty after hosting three vampires.
Then again, he may actually get some much needed sleep without the constant distraction. Seeley scoffed to himself at that.
By Tami (tabrandt @ hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: The characters from ATS / BTVS are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
BETA: Myself, lexa4227
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Slash, multiple-partner sex (Spike/Angel(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla)
Timeline - Pre-Bones/Post-ATS Season 5, 2-3 months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE
Summary - Two-Three months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE. Angel, Spike and Dru go to Washington, DC when Drusilla starts having dark visions of Seeley Booth's new case that lead her to believe that Seeley is the one in danger. Sequel to ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FATE and COMING FULL CIRCLE.
Feedback - It would be appreciated. My plot bunny has been lagging lately.
Author's Note - This story takes place before BONES series and after an AU NOT FADE AWAY.
WARNINGS: slash and multiple-partner sex, dark themes, possible minor character death, depending on Angel, Seeley and Spike's mood.
Word Count: 10,008
Previous Chapters
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Chapter 13
Annandale, Virginia
Kevin Wright woke up and dressed for his night shift this week as an EMT for the Inova Mount Vernon hospital. Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, he shaved the stubble off his cheeks. After that was done, he put the razor down and slowly stalked out of his bathroom towards the kitchen. With a blank stare, he opened his cutlery drawer and pulled out a butcher knife. Slipping it inside his jacket, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
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Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment
“Oh, oh, oh.”
Drusilla faced the entertainment center with Angel behind her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted on her moans. She had a grip on Angel’s arm wrapped around her waist as he thrust into her with long, deep strokes.
“We’ll have a more comfortable bed to do this in when we get back home,” Angel promised in a husky whisper against her ear. “Get you home, tie you to my big bed like you want me to and have my way with you.”
Drusilla let out a guttural moan at the images his words conjured in her mind.
“Maybe have Spike tied up as well. Been a long while since I’ve had you both at my mercy,” Angel’s lips moved against the skin in the hollow of her neck.
“Daddy! Please!” Drusilla begged; her voice full of need.
“Need to cum, baby girl? Is that what you want?” Angel taunted near her ear.
He had been teasing her to the brink of orgasm for the last half hour or so. She had scented the arousal from the agent Angel met at the pharmacy and climbed into his lap. She licked his skin as she undressed him and ground herself against his painfully hard erection several times.
Even a vampire such as himself, who had withstood celibacy for years on end, could only take so much temptation. He finally stripped her down and teased her with his tongue until she came in a violent shudder. He had kept her on edge up to now with slow thrusts and angle changes that manipulated her g-spot. There were sobbing cries intermingled with begging, all of which hit his kinks when it came to his childer.
Angel slid his hand down her flat stomach to cup the dark, coarse curls, and teased her clit with his fingers. Drusilla’s head fell back against his shoulder as she rocked between his massaging fingers and his cock doing deliciously wicked things to her.
“Daddy . . . please!” Drusilla pleaded.
Angel licked her turning mark, worrying the scar with his tongue. His fingers massaged faster in contradiction to the deliberately slow thrusts. Her begging rang in his ears and sent bolts of pleasure straight to his dick. But he refused to speed up his tempo. He shifted to his demon and when he had her on the brink again he pinched her clit hard at the same time his fangs sank into the scar. With a sobbing cry, Drusilla bucked against him, impaling herself on his dick over and over. Angel drank her blood in long pulls as he thrust harder, fucking her through her orgasm until he growled into the bite and followed her into orgasm.
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In the bedroom, Spike watched over a sleeping, heavily-sedated Booth. His jeans suddenly became one size too small as his dick hardened to the sounds of Angel and Drusilla fucking in the living room. He reached down and rubbed his crotch, trying to ease the pressure.
Due to the pain medication and the distant echoes of pleasure, Seeley had slipped into erotic dreams. Some of them were about him and Drusilla at the Inter-Agency Gala. He was making love to her on the floor of the vacant office again. Others were of him and Spike when he was in Las Vegas and on the road helping them search for Drusilla. As the dreams drifted to moments with Angel, his cock hardened completely and he moaned in his sleep. His hips shifted involuntarily under the comforter.
The moans caught Spike’s attention and he smirked when he saw Booth’s erection tenting the covers. The human moaned and continued to rub himself against the comforter. It was just enough friction to tease and Booth whimpered.
An evil idea began to form in Spike’s mind at the sight. Since Angel and Drusilla were getting each other off in the next room and Booth was undoubtedly having erotic dreams, Spike felt that there was no harm in having a little fun - to relieve his own arousal of course.
Spike stood up, kicked off his shoes and stripped down to bare skin. He lifted the edge of the blankets and crawled into bed with Seeley. Moving to lay between the human’s legs, Spike stroked Seeley’s cock through his underwear. Booth moaned and rocked up into his touch.
Spike carefully pulled Booth’s underwear off, working them down his legs and finally off his feet. He stilled for a moment to see if the man would wake up from the disturbance, but Seeley remained in a medication-induced sleep.
Spike wrapped his fingers around the hardened length in front of him and stroked. When Seeley started to thrust up, Spike opened his mouth around the head. He gently sucked, matching the speed of Booth’s lazy thrusts. He allowed the other man’s dream to set the tempo while he massaged Seeley’s sacs and rubbed his own erection against the mattress.
Hearing Booth’s muffled groan above him, Spike sucked harder as he smoothly but steadily pressed a finger inside Booth’s ass. Spike stopped to hear a guttural sound. He would have smirked had his mouth been free to, but then Booth thrust his cock down his throat. As softly as he could manage, Spike searched for Seeley’s pleasure point. Upon finding it, Booth began to steadily push up into his mouth then back down on his finger. Adding a second digit, Spike reached down with his free hand and stroked his own cock. He moaned and gradually sucked as Booth used his mouth for sexual relief brought on by his dreams.
A few minutes later, Spike heard a muffled, choked groan just before hot cum flooded his mouth. It had been a long time since he tasted human fluids. The erotic image of this scene in his mind set off his own orgasm and his release spilled on the sheets. Spike swallowed the offering and licked the other man clean. He pulled his fingers free of the relaxed body as he licked and kissed along Seeley’s pelvic bone. Sated, he closed his eyes, resting his head on a strong thigh, nestled in the warmth of Booth’s legs and the cocooning effect of the comforter.
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In the dark living room, Angel and Drusilla lay naked, entwined on the couch asleep. Everything had gone quiet in the apartment. All that could be heard was the sound of the ticking clock in the dining room and the rush of cars driving by outside.
There was a light snick followed by a click as the front door opened and closed. The intruder quietly moved into the belly of the house, carefully testing the floorboards to make sure they didn’t squeak before he put his full weight on them. He had made it through the dining room when he miscalculated and stepped down. A floorboard gave a protesting screech.
The noise woke the couple on the couch. Angel tightened his hold on Drusilla to keep her still as they lay there in full demon visage while they waited for the intruder to show himself.
In the bedroom, a screeching sound woke Seeley from a dead sleep since the meds had started to wear off. He immediately reached for his gun on the bedside table and cocked the weapon. Under the covers, the sensation of Booth’s body tensing around him woke Spike. He raised his head a fraction as Booth started to crawl out of bed, maneuvering around him. He slipped out from beneath the covers to see the agent pull on a pair of pants. The gun lay on the nightstand, with the hammer pulled back. Jeans fastened, Seeley looked almost surprised to see Spike materialize from the bed.
Realizing Spike had a hand in at least one of his erotic dreams, Seeley decided to file away questions on the topic for later. “What was that?”
“Either Angel isn’t as stealthy as he’d like to believe or someone is dumb enough to break in,” Spike commented as he pulled on his jeans. He stood motionless for a second. “I think there’s another heartbeat in the apartment. I can’t be too sure though, because yours is going a mile a minute.”
“How is it supposed to sound?” Seeley hissed in a whisper. “I may have a thief on my hands.”
Spike held his hand up. “Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”
He was heading for the bedroom door when Booth stopped him.
“Wait! Why were you under the covers? Were you sucking me off?”
“You look like you needed it.” Spike’s brow furrowed. “You want to have this discussion now?”
“I suppose it can wait,” Seeley agreed.
Spike nodded and walked out of the room shaking his head at the notion that Booth wanted to have a discussion about sex at the same moment he was probably being robbed.
In the living room, Angel felt the blade against his throat and then he heard a mysterious voice say, “You killed my pet. You murdered my last host. Now I will kill you.”
As soon as the threat was delivered, Angel grabbed the wrist of the offending hand and jerked it away from him. Drusilla scrambled off him and he came off the couch directly into a fight with the intruder as Drusilla moved out of the way. Then, the lights flicked on, revealing his opponent.
Spike rushed into the fight to help his Sire. Booth cautiously entered the room with his gun drawn. He didn’t care what Spike said, he couldn’t wait in the bedroom like a weakling. He cringed when he heard something or someone break his coffee table. That was going to cost him to have it replaced. When he had a full view of the action in the living room, he saw Spike and a very naked Angel switch hitting the intruder. The man wore a uniform with the insignia of the Inova Mount Vernon EMT service on it. Then he spotted the knife the EMT wielded.
Seeley stopped, momentarily confused as to why none of the vampires were biting and draining the man. He’d address the anomaly later when they weren’t under attack. Drawing his weapon again, he reflexively yelled, “Freeze! FBI!”
However, the EMT ignored his warning and proceeded to knock Angel aside and stab Spike in the arm. He was headed for Drusilla who was in full demon countenance when Booth squeezed off two shots, hitting the EMT dead-on in the heart. The intruder dropped dead in his tracks on Booth’s area rug.
“Spike, you okay?” Booth called out. Cautiously, he checked the fallen man for a pulse and found none. His aim was true. Just like his drill sergeant in boot camp taught him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’ll heal,” Spike assured him.
“Why didn’t any of you attack him?” Booth asked.
Angel looked surprised at the question. “I only use my fangs when the need arises. Same as you shooting when you have to.”
“It has something to do with the soul. It makes you actually care when you use your fangs,” Spike grumbled with a hand over the wound to keep from dripping blood on the floor.
“That explains the two of you, but what about Dru?”
“I’m a princess saved by knights,” Drusilla said simply with a wistful smile.
“What about you? Why did you shoot him when he was headed for Drusilla? You could have let her handle it,” Spike pointed out.
“I . . . It was instinct. He was going after someone I lo - care about and I pulled the trigger,” Booth explained. He looked down at the body. “So, someone want to explain to me what this is all about? Why do I have a five-hundred-dollar broken coffee table and an EMT dead in my living room?”
“My experienced guess?” Angel offered. Booth nodded as he released the hammer and turned the safety on his weapon. “He jumped bodies.”
“He jumped . . . huh?” Booth asked confused as per usual when he was lost in a sea of demons around Angel and Spike.
“Not the human, the dominant spirit of the demon master,” Angel clarified, “When we killed his host, the spirit jumped from the dead man to a new one. In this case it jumped to the EMT.”
“How do you know that?” Booth demanded.
“You get as old as we are, you run across a few or at least something similar,” Spike replied.
“I have to call the coroner and my boss,” Seeley said. “If the crime scene techs show up, is this spirit going to jump into a new host?”
Spike shook his head. “What happened the last time was that you stabbed the guy in the neck. With this one you shot him in the heart. I can say with no amount of certainty that he’s gone. If not, then Angel, Dru and I will hunt it down and kill it.”
Seeley looked doubtful between the dead body and Spike as he called the coroner and Deputy Director Cullen to relate what happened.
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Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment, Dawn
Booth’s apartment was a riot of uniforms. The coroner, crime scene techs and FBI agents were in the living room gathered around the dead body. Due to the new day, Angel, Spike and Drusilla made themselves scarce. For all Seeley knew, they were holed up in his bedroom. None of the agents entered that room since there was no reason to. An agent had asked him what the room was and then went on.
While the coroner loaded up the dead body, Booth sat at the dining room table giving his statement to an agent.
“You were in the bedroom when you heard a noise and came out to see what it was?” the agent asked.
“Yes,” Booth confirmed.
“And then what happened?”
“I identified myself as FBI and told him to freeze. He came at me with the knife and we fought over it, which is how my coffee table became tinder for a fire. I rolled to my feet and when he refused to give up the knife and came after me again, I shot him,” Booth said. A lie detector would probably sound like weather radar going off with the semi-lies he was telling right now.
The agent took notes. “It sounds pretty cut and dried to me, but stick around in case there’s any more questions we need to clear up.”
“I work at the FBI, where am I going to go?” Booth muttered under his breath. When the agent raised his brow, he gave a quick smile. “Yeah, sure.”
The agent flipped his notebook closed and disappeared into the crowd. Seeley looked around his apartment, barely recognizing it with so many people. Then, the coroner walked past with the gurney carrying the dead body, having finally made it through the throng of agents.
“Booth!” a stern voice shouted over the din. Seeley looked in that direction and saw Deputy Director Cullen coming towards him.
“What’s this I hear about you having an identical twin and why isn’t in your records?” Cullen demanded.
“Sir?” Booth asked perplexed.
“I get CC’d on all my agent’s medical reports. It keeps me notified on who I can send into the field. The hospital amended your records and it now says that you have a twin brother named Angel. What kind of name is that? Sounds like a girlie name to me,” Cullen commented.
“Sorry, sir. Angel is part of that family that I discovered when I was in California on that Goldsmith case,” Booth replied.
“Why would he say you were a twin?” Cullen asked.
“You see, sir . . . He and two of his family members showed up at the beginning of the month and sort of stayed for a bit. Angel and I look so much alike that he probably told the doctors that to avoid questions.” Yep, that weather radar was hitting super speed by now.
“I see. I thought you took care of this perp, Booth. Isn’t that why you were in the hospital to begin with?” Cullen asked.
“I did, Sir. Angel and Spike sort of helped me with the case,” Booth said. There were white lies and then there was straight out ones. He couldn’t lie to his boss about how he solved the case - not to his face anyway. “I let them in on the case and they helped me close it.
Cullen’s brow furrowed in anger. “You broke protocol and invited an outside source in on one of our cases without approval from your superior - who, I might remind you, would be me.”
“Yes Sir,” Booth replied.
“There’s a chain of command, Booth! Any green agent knows that!”
“I know that, Sir,” Booth replied.
“I ought to have your badge for this! The only thing keeping you from being fired at all is that you closed the cases,” Cullen said in a clipped tone.
“Absolutely, Sir,” Booth replied.
“That said, I suggest you take a few days off and see the in-house counselor when you come back - on the job death like this,” Cullen said in a tone that brooked no argument.
“I will, Sir,” Booth replied.
“Now, I’ll get my guys out of here and you get some rest. You just got home from the hospital and you look like hell.”
“Yes, Sir,” Booth replied.
When the last of the entourage left his apartment, Booth locked the door and fell back onto the couch. His entire body felt like he hadn’t slept in days. The curtains were still drawn as they had been for the last month. It was a good thing that he didn’t keep houseplants that needed a lot of light.
“It sounds like you’re all set. You solved the case, got a few days off. We can be out of your hair tonight,” Angel said.
Seeley’s eyes blinked open and he looked at the dark vampire leaning against the wall between the living room and hall leading to his bedroom. From his position on the couch, Angel was now clothed and looked dark and imposing.
“You don’t have to leave. I got some free time for an actual visit now,” Booth smirked as he sat up to lean against the backrest.
Angel gave him a small smile. “You should spend them with Parker. I’d give anything to have a moment of my son’s childhood before he became an angry, confused teenager who was taught to hate me. Relish this time with your son. Show him everything you can. You’ve raised a wonderful boy, Booth. You’ve got the chance I never did. I don’t know your ex or what she thinks of your parenting skills. But, coming from someone who’s been around for two and a half centuries, you’re a great father.”
Seeley preened and then chuckled. “The way Spike tells it, you were a megalomaniacal bastard for a Sire.”
Angel scoffed, “Part of that is true. Spike likes to exaggerate the rest. I think the years are catching up with him. His memories aren’t what they used to be.” They shared a moment of silence before Angel spoke again. “Maybe when you get some free time and have Parker with you, you ought to bring him to Las Vegas for a visit. There is more to Sin City than strip clubs and friendly, demonic lounge singers.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Vegas with the sun, beautiful women . . . the sound of winning bells and whistles going off,” Booth said contemplatively.
“No gambling, Booth, especially not around Parker. I didn’t give you that money after we rescued Dru just so you could lose it on a game of Craps,” Angel admonished.
Booth snapped out of his daze, offended that Angel would accuse him of gambling with his son’s inheritance. “I would never do that. I put that money in a college fund for Parker.”
Angel gave him a skeptical look. Booth rose to the occasion and stared straight at him. Angel nodded in confirmation at the truth he saw in Seeley’s eyes.
“I’ll make a call and then we’ll be out of your way by midnight.”
Booth stood up and fell into an easy prowl as he moved to stand in front of Angel. “That’s all well and good, but I never asked you to leave. You keep making these unilateral decisions for everyone else, including hijacking a case I brought to you. For once, I’d like to get something I want out of our relationship, such as it is.”
The dark vampire caught the sensual tone of the word ‘relationship’ as it rolled off the agent’s tongue and raised a brow. “And what would that be?”
“The two of us for a change,” Seeley suggested. His eyes flicked between Angel’s attire and his dark eyes. “Before you leave, I’d like to have you to myself. Will that be a problem for you?”
Angel was impressed. Seeley had never initiated intimacy with him before. It was always instigated by Spike or Drusilla. Outwardly, Angel regarded the human speculatively. “I figured you had your hands full with Spike and Dru by now.”
“I won’t lie. I enjoy being with both of them. However, they learned everything they know from you. I thought it was time to cut out the middle man . . . or middle vampire, as it were,” Seeley explained as his eyes moved over Angel’s body. He bit his lip as a twinge of arousal hit him from the memories of the dreams of the time Angel had taken him while in reality Spike had climbed under the covers and sucked him off.
“Uh-huh,” Angel replied slowly, digesting Booth’s request. He could smell the human’s arousal. “I think sex with us has ruined you.”
“Sure, it may be mind-blowing sex,” Seeley conceded. “But sometimes it’s more about being with someone that really gives a shit about you.” He looked the vampire in the eyes, admitting quietly, “I haven’t felt that in a long time.”
Angel watched intently as Seeley’s eyes shifted from making eye contact to looking at his mouth. “It can be . . . nice . . . with someone who cares about you.” His lips turned up in a knowing smirk. “You can’t tell me you live like a monk when you’re alone.”
Booth stepped closer, cupping Angel’s cheek in his hand. “I’ll admit that I’m not afraid to get some relief when the need arises, but that’s not what I want from you!”
Angel saw the humor in the situation as the agent squirmed in an attempt to make his wishes known. Angel licked his lips and spoke softly, “What do you want from me, Seeley?”
The tone of the vampire’s voice sent a shiver down Booth’s spine that ended in his groin. “You’re really making me work for this, aren’t you?” he asked as he stepped forward, cradling the back of Angel’s head with both hands and attacked his lips with a vicious kiss.
Slightly stunned by Booth’s audacity, Angel was slow to respond at first. A soft moan escaped as the warm tongue caressed his lips. Booth shuddered as a thrill rolled through him when the bruised lips parted for him. Angel caressed Seeley’s tongue with his own as he took control of the kiss. Hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Booth’s jeans, he tugged Seeley closer and brushed their groins together.
Booth groaned as the friction of rough denim ground into him. He could feel Angel’s hard cock press against his through the layers of clothing. Driven crazy with need, he pulled Angel against him, crushing their erections together.
Angel deepened the kiss in response to Seeley’s urgency. Shifting to his demon features, he pierced Booth’s tongue with a sharp fang, causing the human to whimper. Angel growled and thrust his cock harder against Seeley. A pearl drop of blood formed and Angel ran his cool tongue over the wound, soothing the pain as he licked the blood away.
Moving his hands down to Angel’s shoulders, Booth desperately grasped the fabric of the vampire’s shirt and without breaching the kiss, he maneuvered them backwards. Booth was so involved in the kiss that he nearly tripped over the pieces of broken coffee table as he edged gingerly through the mini obstacle course. He felt the cushion of the couch at the back of his knees and launched himself backward, taking the dark vampire with him. Breaking the kiss for the first time, he gasped, “Angel, I need you . . . now!”
Angel shifted back to his human face. His gaze was intense as he stared at Booth. He removed his shirt, revealing a much leaner body, having lost the weight he gained that last year in L.A. His flesh carried a lot more scars, but otherwise resembled Seeley’s.
Maintaining eye contact, he reached down and opened Booth’s jeans. Pulling the flaps wide, his fingers caressed the sensitive hip bones. They ghosted lightly over the dark curls, following their path to the bobbing cock that was so similar to his own. Before grasping it, he teasingly changed direction and grinned at the disappointed groan as he trailed his fingers over Seeley’s chest.
Pausing in his examination to tickle over the scar of an old gunshot wound, Angel hissed when his agile fingers found their way to the bandage of the newest wound to defile the perfect flesh before him. If Seeley hadn’t killed the bastard, soul or nor soul, he would’ve gladly torn the man limb from limb. His furrowed brow smoothed as his mind turned to more pleasant things while he moved to the taut, sensitive nipples.
Angel skimmed his fingers over a nipple, tweaking the nub between thumb and forefinger. Booth bit his lip, groaning. Angel ran his hand over the bandage from the operation on the stab wound that Booth was still healing from. Worried, like every time something happened to Seeley, Angel asked, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Hissing, Booth arched into the touch. “You ought to know how up I am, you were just there. Now quit moving like the old man you are and fuck me already!”
Angel chuckled at the human growl Booth tried to imitate and raised a brow. “An old man? You’re right. You have been hanging around my impetuous childe way too long.”
Booth opened his mouth make a scathing remark but Angel cut him off with a passionate, demanding kiss. He slid his hands inside the back of Seeley’s jeans, pulling the human against him. His fingers slowly inched their way into the cleft of Booth’s ass and teased the sensitive flesh there.
Breaking the kiss, Angel moved to suck on the claim mark he placed on Booth’s neck months before. “Lube? You’re not a vampire. It would be better with lube,” he mumbled.
Booth stretched, desperately trying to reach for the drawer of the end table. Panting, he said, “In there.”
Angel sat up and leaned over to open the drawer. His eyebrows slowly crawled up his forehead and he chuckled. His old Irish brogue slipped in as he said, “Warming gel? Now what would ye be doing with this in yer living room me boyo?”
Booth gasped as the accent sent a thrill of arousal to his already leaking cock. “Spike! Damn vampire. He thought he was being cute. I found it there the other day.”
Angel scoffed. “That’d be just like him.” He moved out of the way and ordered, “Take your jeans off.”
While Booth hurried to comply, Angel undressed himself and snatched the warming gel. When they were both completely naked, they took a moment to regard each other. Booth’s body began to shake with pent up arousal. “Now that the meeting for the Mutual Admiration Society is in order, can we please get on with it?” Seeley snarked.
Angel grinned as he squeezed lubricant onto his fingers. “My, my, my, aren’t we the impatient one. Don’t worry; my cock will be making its way up your ass in just a moment. But not until I’m sure you’re ready.” He pushed Seeley’s legs to his chest and began to circle his slick fingers around his anus.
Booth whimpered as Angel’s finger carefully breached him. The last time they were like this was in the hotel on the road trip to find Drusilla. He should be grateful that Angel took the time to prepare him now. Booth sucked in a breath and froze as another finger found its way inside. Focusing on Angel, he saw the dark vampire staring down at him, gauging his reaction.
Seeley blinked and nodded. “I’m fine.”
Seeing the truth in the dark brown gaze, Angel added another finger, stretching and scissoring until the muscle gave. Then, he sought out Booth’s prostate. He knew he found it when the body beneath his arched violently and “Angel . . . Now!” was said in a growl that would have made any vampire proud.
Removing his fingers, Angel spread more of the lubricant on his erection, hissing as the friction of the gel heated his dead flesh. Leaning over Booth, Angel placed his dick at the slick entrance and slowly slid in. He glanced up from watching his cock move deeper and saw the strained lines around Booth’s eyes, his teeth biting into his blanched lips. Angel stopped half way in. He waited until he got a nod from his lover and then pulled back before slowly sliding back in until his balls rubbed against Seeley’s.
Angel stared down at Seeley watching the human adjust to the full length inside him. Then, he slowly started to thrust in slow strokes. He had to be careful. Vampire strength could easily break a bone. Seeley wasn’t Spike, who matched his intensity, nor was he Drusilla, who stoked his passion to fever pitch and nearly demanded he take her without so much as a word.
He wrapped his slick fingers around Booth’s erection as he moved at a slow, steady pace. “Was this what you wanted?”
Booth’s eyes rolled back in his head at the purr he heard in Angel’s voice. Explosions of light flashed behind his eyelids with every thrust. “Umm, my God, yes,” Seeley moaned. “Wanted it . . . needed it . . . needed you for so long.”
Angel leaned over the writhing body and kissed the bruised lips. Drawn to his mark, he kissed his way down Seeley’s throat to lave the scar. Between the heat from the warming gel and thrusting into human warmth, his orgasm started to build, his balls drawing up against his body. With it was a shuddering need to find release together. Angel carefully sped up his movements, thrusting faster and stroking Seeley’s weeping cock.
Booth scratched his nails down Angel’s back as the dark vampire moved languidly. Seeley rolled his hips with the movements, pushing up into Angel’s fist and back onto the hard length. Angel nipped at the tender skin on the underside of Booth’s chin and neck with blunt teeth. He teased Seeley relentlessly until he was on the edge.
He angled his hips and pushed forward into Booth’s prostate which caused Seeley to see more stars. Whimpering and tossing his head back into the cushions, Seeley held Angel’s head tight against his neck.
“Please, please just do it. Want you to, please,” Booth begged.
Angel fought to remain in control as he growled his assent. He shifted back to his demon and gently bit into Booth’s neck, reopening his claiming mark. As soon as the warm, rich blood splashed over his tongue, Angel tipped over into orgasm. Seeley groaned as he felt the sharp pain and the gentle drawing of his blood through the wound. The heady sensation caused him to follow Angel with his own release. Angel licked the wound closed as they lay together, each lost in their own euphoria. Angel heard Seeley’s ragged breath and felt the pounding of his heart in his own chest.
The afterglow was short-lived, however, when they heard a chuckle. They turned as one to see Spike leaning against the doorway to the hall. “I was going to offer to help clean up the mess. If I’d known there was going to be a show, I’d have made some popcorn.”
Seeley scoffed. “You’re such a dick.”
“Yeah, but I’m not the dick. That’s still ten inches up your arse!” Spike burst into a fit of giggles at his own comment.
“Funny, Spike. You’re a real comedian,” Booth commented wryly.
Angel’s face changed back to human features and he carefully extricated himself from Seeley. They sat up unsteadily and pulled their clothes on. Then the three of them saw to the task of cleaning up the shards of wooden coffee table. While Booth closed the trash bags and took them out to the dumpster behind his apartment building, Angel and Spike packed their luggage and Angel made a phone call to book a flight home.
“Three tickets on an 11:30 p.m. flight to Las Vegas. We’ll pick them up at the airport,” Angel confirmed as he hung up the phone and wrote the information on a post-it note.
“Angel, we need to talk,” Spike said as he stood by and watched his Sire act like nothing happened.
“Uh-huh,” Angel acknowledged.
“I’m bloody serious!”
“What do you need to talk about, Spike?” Angel asked, still distracted by flight arrangements and preparing to leave.
“You bit him again,” Spike stated.
“Yeah,” Angel admitted.
“I thought you said it was a one-time thing, to protect him from other demons. Yet, you bit him again, not fifteen minutes ago. What’s your reasoning this time?” Spike challenged.
“He asked me to,” Angel said simply.
“He asked for it? He was of sound, mind and body - while shagging with a vampire - and asked you to bite him again?” Spike asked in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“And you just went along with it!? Are you insane? You lucked out when you bit him the first time that it didn’t turn into a disaster. What the bloody hell do you think a second time is going to do to him!?” Spike asked anxiously as he followed Angel from room to room while the elder vampire moved their luggage to the door.
“Spike, it’s okay. He’s fine. I didn’t take much, just a taste.”
“Well, if it was just a taste, then that makes it all right doesn’t it?” Spike said scornfully.
Angel turned on him with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t see what the big deal is, Spike. He asked me to bite him and I did. He’s alive. Everything is fine. Why are you so bent out of shape about this?”
“I’m ‘so bent out of shape’ because of what it’s going to do to him. Not now or tomorrow, but when we’re gone and he starts to form other relationships. Was I the only soddin’ one paying attention when he mentioned having a girl since he met us?” Spike ranted.
“He hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since I called him to ask for help in finding Drusilla,” Angel shot back reflexively.
“Exactly! He hasn’t had a romantic relationship since you - we - bit him! It’s Buffy all over again! But unlike her, he’s not getting teary-eyed and vengeful on anything that reminds him of us. You weren’t there when Buffy went through life after being bitten by you. Riley Finn . . .”
Angel put his hands on his hips and gave Spike a contemptuous look upon hearing that name. “You’re really going to use Riley Finn as an example for this? You hated him as much as I did.”
“. . . Was just the beginning,” Spike finished. He threw his hands in the air and turned to walk away, but then came back. “She ended up with the bloody Immortal for fuck’s sake!”
Angel’s lips thinned and he folded his arms over his chest. “One hundred and thirty-two years and you’re still jealous.”
“What? What the bloody hell do I have to be jealous of?” Spike scoffed.
“Of Seeley. Ever since I put a mark on him, you’ve been jealous. I thought we were past such frivolous notions,” Angel said.
“I am not jealous of Seeley,” Spike insisted.
“Buffy and Cordelia was a one-off thing. They are footnotes in our very long life. I’m not going to toss you aside to be with Seeley. He’s human. He doesn’t belong in our world,” Angel tried to explain.
“What with you biting him again, it sure as hell seems like you want to drag him into it. He can’t be trapped between worlds. Do you really think he can go on normally after that? He’s not going to be satisfied. He’ll always be looking for that one thing that’s out of reach. And he’s not going to find it when we’re 3,000 miles away from him.” Spike argued.
“Damn it, Spike! He’s not Buffy! He’s nothing remotely like her. You make it sound like I did something irrational. As if I didn’t take his feelings into consideration. I’m not the reckless and impulsive one in this family that has to throw himself into situations without thinking! That’s you! I worry every day about the impact we have on him. I worry that he is going to use us as a standard for all his romantic relationships. To us, the humans we meet are just a blip on the screen in the long run. But, Seeley is family. I worry that he’ll go through life remembering us and what it was like to be with us. We cannot offer him anymore than fleeting moments. I haven’t worried so much about another human since Connor was a baby. So don’t talk to me like I just flew off the handle and bit him for the hell of it!” Angel yelled.
Seeley chose that moment to enter the apartment from his trip to the dumpster. When he did, it was to see Spike and Angel at a standoff in his dining room. They looked like they were ready to murder each other . . . or jump each other. Booth hadn’t quite figured out yet which nuances meant foreplay and which was outright murderous anger.
“What are you two arguing about now?” Booth asked innocently.
Spike and Angel glared at each other. Spike held up his hands as if he were going to throttle his Sire, but then thought better of it and stomped away. Angel let out a heavy sigh and went back to the task of getting their luggage ready to leave. Seeley looked dumbfounded between Angel and Spike’s retreating back.
“Why were you fighting?”
“It’s nothing. Just one of our many disagreements,” Angel shrugged.
“I’ve been around you two long enough to know that was not nothing. You two only fight over one of three things: Drusilla, Buffy and me. So which is it?”
“Forget it, Booth. It’s a Sire-Childe argument,” Angel said in a clipped tone.
“A Sire-Childe argument about me?” When Angel quickly looked up at him, Booth’s lips thinned in irritation. “I’m not as dumb as you might think. I know there’s a bond between you two and Spike worries about it. He worries about where he stands with you and what you biting me will do to me in the long run. I’m not blind. I can see the hurt looks that he tries to hide. For demons, you sure picked the most expressive people to turn.”
“He’s right. There are consequences to being bitten. Though he might think that I haven’t considered them, I do worry about what a second bite will do to you. You’re connected to us for the rest of your life. And doubly so since I bit you a second time,” Angel started to explain.
Booth held a hand up to stop him. “Look, I’m fine with it. There are no adverse effects so far.”
“Other than you haven’t had a steady girlfriend since the first time we bit you,” Angel added.
“Even so, if there are any effects, you’ll be the first one I’ll call. I’m not your Slayer girlfriend who swooned every time you came around. I would like to think you had given me stronger genes than that.”
Booth threw his hands up, mimicking Spike’s earlier reaction to Angel and walked away. Angel’s lips thinned and he breathed out an irritated sigh before going back to making preparations to leave, this time slamming things around.
Seeley was brought up short when he saw Drusilla in his kitchen retrieving some blood out of his fridge. How strange was that image? Vampires were in his house and getting blood bags out of his refrigerator. He leaned against the wall and watched her fix her own meal. Was drinking blood considered a meal or a drink? Hell of a time to be pondering that since they’d been here for a month.
“You fix your own meals?” Seeley asked surprised. He’d never seen Drusilla do things for herself, outside of killing someone that is. Angel and Spike had always done them for her.
As she waited for the microwave, Drusilla looked at him as if he were a simpleton. “I did not live to be a hundred and forty-seven by my looks alone, Seeley-Daddy. I can hunt and dress myself and tie my shoes and work a microwave.”
Seeley raised a brow and smiled at that. She actually gave him a dressing down. He was impressed. Up to now, he thought she was just a meek girl who spoke in little-girl talk with a mean streak and had Angel and Spike at her beck and call.
“Yes, ma’am,” Booth smirked. He watched her for a moment. He had a thing for strong women. Drusilla liked playing the part of helpless girl, but she was strong, strong enough to have lived this long. That coupled with her obvious beauty sent a thrill of heat through him. “Do you know how hot you are right now? Too bad Angel’s taking you back home tonight . . .” he trailed off. Drusilla gave him a sidelong glance that made his heart skip a beat. “So . . . you’re not going to tell me how dangerous it was to be bitten again?”
“What do you want me to say? I’m the soulless one, remember? Daddy and Spike think I have no self-control. Sometimes I don’t. But, Daddy said to be careful around you. He doesn’t want you hurt. He sees you as his shining redemption after he lost his own.”
“I’m no one’s redemption. The things I’ve seen and done. I’m so far from being anyone’s redemption,” Booth said.
“Daddy thought he’d become human after the final battle, the one that destroyed the law firm. Instead, he signed it away. You showed up and now he thinks you’re the salvation the Powers promised him,” Drusilla said as she opened the microwave and retrieved the blood.
“Do you believe that? What I mean is: do you believe in salvation and redemption?”
“I was Catholic when I was human, destined to be a nun when Daddy found me. Yes, I believe in those things. Being a demon doesn’t change what you were and what you believed or how you loved when you were human. They are still the same, Seeley-Daddy.”
“And Angel and Spike said you were the insane one,” Booth muttered to himself.
Drusilla let out a mournful sigh. “I’m not insane. I just see things that will come to pass. I’m not naïve, Seeley-Daddy. I was turned at seventeen and still that child in me. It’s just easier to let her out. I may love my Daddy, but he tormented me for a year before he turned me. I have a fragile mind, but mostly what you see of me is my Victorian upbringing. I am not ignorant of my surroundings.”
Seeley shrank back from the hostility in her voice. Okay, so she wasn’t insane. Angelus just made her vulnerable. She played it up around Angel and Spike because they what, expected it of her? Whenever he was alone with her she seemed cognizant of him and their conversations. When he asked direct questions she answered him, though there were mention of pixies and stars from time to time.
Booth groaned as he watched her swallow the blood. Hypnotically, he moved closer and placed his mouth over the bobbing motion of her throat. Surprised, Drusilla took a step back and lowered the glass. There was a small drop of blood at the corner of her mouth. Booth reached up and collected the drop on his thumb. Locking eyes with her, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the blood away.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Booth,” Drusilla said in a near whisper.
“What can I say? You’re an erotic temptation,” Seeley replied with a charming smile. Her little-girl voice still made his name sound like sin. Angel and Spike were right. Maybe he should be worried about his personal interactions. After this, after hearing Drusilla whisper his name like that? He was thoroughly ruined for any other woman.
He took her mug away from her and set it aside. When he leaned forward to kiss her, she brought her hands up against his chest to stop him.
“I just drank blood. Maybe you should wait for the taste to disappear before you do that.” She cringed at the trace of cow’s blood in her mouth. “Animal blood doesn’t have the best taste, let alone a good aftertaste.”
“You’ve been here long enough that I think I’m used to tasting blood in your mouth, all three of you,” Booth commented.
“Oh no, this is not good,” Drusilla pressed her fingers to her temple, groaning painfully. “I have to tell Daddy we need to leave sooner. He’ll not be happy in the least with this turn of events. He’ll be very cross.” When she turned to leave the room, Seeley grabbed her wrist and yanked her body against him.
“Stop worrying about Angel. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’ll admit: blood does taste awful. That wasn’t why I did it. It’s not why I have this overwhelming need to kiss you either.”
Seeley’s gaze drifted between her big, dark blue eyes and full, red lips. He leaned forward, pushing against her hands until his mouth met hers. The touch was electrifying. Her cool skin against his warmth, the way her lips parted on a moan to allow his tongue to slip inside. It was like every time they touched. Apart from her he was merely taken with her. Her beauty, her little-girl mannerisms, the way she teased him to distraction. The moment she touched him there was a sudden rush of arousal through his veins. He was intoxicated by her. He had the presence of mind to know it was not a good thing. He knew Angel would strongly disapprove. But damn, she felt too good.
To hell with Angel.
Seeley grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. His blood turned to liquid fire when he heard her moan in response to his hardness pressing against her through layers of clothing. She could crush him if she had a mind to. She could end his life here and now. Throwing caution to the wind, he picked her up and shoved her back against his refrigerator, shaking the objects on top of it. She gave up trying to push him away and wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Seeley fisted her skirt and yanked it up. Ravishing her mouth, he pulled her away from the refrigerator and set her on the counter next to it. He trailed kisses down to her neck to her turning mark. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh to her cleft and he slipped two fingers inside as he teased the mark. Drusilla’s head fell back against the cabinet as she arched against his ministrations.
Booth fell to his knees, ignoring the pain in the bad one to please her. Removing his fingers, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, pushed her skirt out of the way and licked his way up her inner thigh to her pussy, tasting her. He lapped the fluids off her inner folds before thrusting his tongue inside her. Drusilla’s back arched involuntarily in reaction and she cried out as she buried her fingers in his hair.
Seeley pulled her closer by her waist and thrust his tongue deeper. He felt her shudder and her hips gyrating against his mouth. Then, her thighs clamped around his head. Caressing his hands over her legs, he pried her thighs apart and moved up to flick his tongue over her clit until she was a writhing, purr-growling mess. He glanced up to see her head thrown back against the cabinet, her clenched teeth bared, her body bowed and straining as she bucked against him.
When he had Drusilla on the brink, Booth reluctantly moved away and stood up between her thighs. With hands on her hips, he angled her pelvis and thrust his painfully hard, neglected cock inside her. He let out a guttural moan as her cool body opened for him.
“Seeley-Daddy!” Drusilla cried out as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Booth rested his forehead against hers as he thrust inside her, feeling her tight inner muscles squeeze his cock like a vise. Their mouths were millimeters apart, his warm breath fanning her lips.
“Seeley-Daddy, so warm inside me, like summer. I can almost feel the sunshine in me,” Drusilla moaned. She anchored herself to him with one arm around his neck and the other on the kitchen counter for leverage to rock her hips against his thrusts, forcing him to slide deeper.
“My Rhiannon,” Booth breathed against her lips.
It was a whisper. He was too far gone to realize what he said.
If he had, he would have known just how much trouble he was in. Up to now, he’d only made that comparison in his head. He never voiced it. If Angel knew, he would more than disapprove. Comparing Dru to the goddess of ethereal beauty who was born with the first moonrise? Angel would consider it a declaration of love, something that he had spent all this time trying to dissuade Booth from doing with Drusilla. Love her, but not be in love with her. He couldn’t afford to be in love with her.
He was damned, infatuated with a slip of a girl who had a one hundred and forty-seven year old demon inside her. Hell, he was inside her. She could kill him right now and he couldn’t - wouldn’t - do anything to stop her. That knowledge made Seeley even harder. Claiming her lips in a humanly brutal kiss, he thrust deeper and harder with renewed vigor. She responded with a passion that rivaled his, urging him on with squeaky moans that drove him wild as she bucked against him. Their movements caused the cabinets to bang on their hinges with their clashing bodies.
Booth wrenched his mouth away, moaning, “Dru . . . God . . . fuck. That’s it, baby . . . squeeze me.”
As he pounded against her, into her, Seeley latched onto her neck, sucking on Angel’s mark, biting it with blunt teeth. It was the only way he could think of at the moment to stop the words in his head from escaping: Take me. I’m yours. Squeeze me dry.
He pushed the worry that Angel would come in and rip him away from Drusilla for mouthing her turning mark. He tamped down the worry that Angel would possibly kill him for being so foolish with his life and his feelings. God help him, he couldn’t stop now if he tried. Not until he heard her cry out his name in orgasm. He needed to hear it dripping in sex and sin once more before he let her walk out of his life again.
“Booth! Oh, oh, oh,” Drusilla cried as her orgasm racked her body.
There it was: the sweetest sound he ever heard. He suddenly pulled away from her neck and wrapped his hand in her hair, tugging her head back to watch her in the throes of ecstasy. Seeley continued to thrust into her as she quaked and shuddered around him.
“Yes, Dru. Yes, yes, so gorgeous, sweetheart,” he encouraged as he pushed her through her orgasm before falling over the precipice to his own bliss.
Seeley held her tight as they quaked against each other in orgasmic aftershocks. When his body finally settled, he bestowed a kiss of gratitude on her lips. Reluctantly, he extracted himself from her and stepped back to help her down off the counter. He held onto her as she stood on shaky legs, letting her dress fall into place. Booth pressed a tender kiss to her temple and smiled at her.
“One hell of a goodbye that was, Booth,” Spike said with a smirk.
Alarmed, Drusilla and Seeley looked over to see Spike leaning against the kitchen doorway.
“Are you making a habit of watching me have sex?” Booth asked steadying Drusilla as she walked out of the kitchen. He let her go on by herself when they reached Spike. He made a show of tucking his cock away and fastening his jeans.
“First, my Sire and now Dru?” Spike raised his scarred brow at the agent’s boldness.
“Uh huh,” Booth acknowledged watching the vampire’s lips with keen interest.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I felt left out,” Spike commented.
Seeley stepped closer, sifted his fingers through the blonde hair and tugged back on the short strands until Spike was forced to look up at him. His mouth descended on Spike’s. A light brushing at first, coaxing Spike’s lips open, then harder as he slipped his tongue inside. Spike moaned into the kiss when he tasted Drusilla on Seeley’s tongue.
Spike grabbed the back of Seeley’s head and deepened the kiss as he pressed his body against Seeley’s frame. Booth’s hands slid under the leather duster to rub along Spike’s back. His hands traveled lower to grab Spike’s ass and pull him closer causing the vampire to whimper.
Then, Spike was kissing air as Booth suddenly disappeared. His eyes snapped open and he looked around and then down to see the agent on his knees unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. He let out a hissing breath as Seeley wrapped his fingers around his cock and pulled it free of its confines. He had to grab the edge of the countertop for balance when the human sucked him down. Turned on as he was by the taste of Drusilla on Seeley’s tongue as well as watching the two of them fucking, it took only a few moments of feeling Booth’s mouth on him and hands clutching his hips to hold them still as he mercilessly sucked his cock until he came and slumped against the counter. Then, it ended as suddenly as it started and Seeley stood in front of him licking his fingers clean.
“Bloody hell, pet . . . that was . . .”
“Payback for you sucking me off in my sleep,” Booth finished. “Maybe next time you try that stunt you’ll wake me up to enjoy it.” Seeley gave him a sly smile and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Spike alone to tuck himself away and fasten his jeans.
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Washington, DC, Dulles International Airport, near midnight
Seeley had taken the FBI vehicle while Angel, Spike and Drusilla drove the rental car back to the airport’s Rent-A-Car agency. Angel put his foot down about Spike or Drusilla joining Booth for the ride to the airport. Knowing his childer’s penchant to distract the human, the last thing he needed was to have Seeley in a car wreck on the way to the airport.
So here Booth was, standing alone at the terminal waiting for the three vampires to show up. He sat in one of the hard plastic chairs and read a magazine that had to be at least three years old. One would think they’d update the reading selection once a year at least. There was nothing like reading about Tommy and Pamela Anderson Lee’s umpteenth breakup session.
He was half way through the magazine when Spike came bouncing in on the balls of his feet, followed by Drusilla and then Angel carrying the tickets. He tossed the magazine aside and stood up.
Looking around Spike, Seeley addressed Angel, “Did you stop at an ice cream shop or something?”
“No. He’s just like that when he’s bored and getting antsy,” Angel said in a droll tone.
“Well, I guess this is it,” Booth said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet.
After several moments of Angel and Seeley mirroring each other, Spike rolled his eyes and Drusilla smiled at the situation. Why was it that men always made things so hard?
“Thanks . . . for the help with the case and everything,” Booth finally said quietly.
Grateful for the icebreaker, Angel replied, “Anytime, you know I’ll always be around for you and Parker. It’s a sure thing, being immortal and all. It’s a perk.”
Booth gave a small smile at that. “Yeah, I know, and I appreciate that. Good to know there’s someone else looking out for my son.”
The deafening silence descended on the group for a few moments before Angel spoke again. “It’s not like this is goodbye forever. We’ll see each other again.”
“Right,” Booth nodded. “I’ll bring Parker out for a visit. I want him to get to know his family better.”
Angel smiled at that thought. Showing Parker all the great things about Las Vegas, PG-rated of course, sounded promising.
“Last call for boarding on flight 242 from Dulles International to LAX. Last call for boarding on flight 242 from Dulles International to LAX,” an automated voice said over the intercom.
“Bloody hell,” Spike cursed. He and Drusilla both hugged Booth quickly and headed for the appointed gate. “We’ll miss the flight if we wait on you wankers!” Spike said as he dragged Drusilla with him.
Angel and Booth shared an exasperated sigh over Spike.
“I guess that’s our cue to get on with this. Call me when you get home,” Booth said.
“I will,” Angel promised.
Hesitantly, the two men moved closer and gave each other a quick hug. “See you soon,” they mumbled to each other before breaking apart. Angel turned and followed Spike and Drusilla to the gate without looking back.
As Seeley watched them leave, he thought over the events of the last two months. Sure, the sex was amazing. He thought more about the little things like the time Angel and Spike ruined his sheets and Angel cooking for him. Then there was Angel meeting Parker and his son figuring out the vampire’s voicemail. That memory caused Seeley to laugh to himself. He turned on his heel and left the airport for home. His apartment was going to feel strange and empty after hosting three vampires.
Then again, he may actually get some much needed sleep without the constant distraction. Seeley scoffed to himself at that.