Druscilla was pouting now, eyeing the entwined male lovers warily. ::Hey!::
she stomped her foot and splashed, a spray
of water and flower petals covering the men. Spike released his Sires
wrist. Then he opened one eye at his irate
princess, grinned, and pulled her to her knees in the fountain in
front of him. She sputtered water as she fell face first,
landing on her hands in a flash of black hair and a moment of fine
fury.
Then he reached out for her, pulled her close, and whispered something
Angel couldnt quite catch over the pounding in
his veins. Then her lips were on the other side of the auburn haired
vampires neck, and he groaned in
mindless pleasure, as her fangs descended.
William arched and twisted in their forceful embrace, rocking against the
arms and hands and teeth which held him
bound. He gasped for air and wound his fingers into any soft hair
or skin he could grasp. It had never been this way
with Angelus and Dru....it had been lustful, supremely pleasurable,
certainly. But it had also been at turns harsh and
horrible.
There had never been a sense of.....*this*.
This was flying and falling, and crashing and dying, and he never wanted it to stop.
::Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease::.....he didnt even hear himself begging.
But he heard the popping sound as
Druscillas fangs left his artery. Heard her small giggle of delight
as she slid down the front of his body and
ducked under the water to grasp his erect cock in her small, cool
fist. Heard his intake of breath, finally, as she placed
her mouth around it and drew the aching shaft inside.
She let her tongue drift over the whole of him, sliding easily up and down
his impressive length in quick, tormenting
motions, never lingering on one spot long enough, building the deisre,
the heat which only filled his normally cold frame
at moments like these...
Before sucking his entire member into her tight mouth, pulling in her cheeks,
and swallowing him to the back of her
throat. And still, Angel had not released his purchase on his neck.
He shouted his pleasure, and tugged at
Druscillas hair cruelly, pulling her forward and pushing her away
with the rythym he ached for. William ignored her self
satisfied laughter, gleeful now that she had driven to him to this
level of mad, heedless desire, and
instead concentrated on fucking her wet, talented mouth.
The water splashed against his thighs, in cool contrast to his rapidly
warming skin. The feed, the sex, it was as close
as he would ever get to feeling alive...and while he would never
trade his existance for mortality, Spike reveled in the
sensations of vitality which came only from lust. He always had.
Angel smiled again against the neck, catching the scattered thoughts dancing
like Fall leaves in his Childes mind.
Human or undead, William had never enjoyed anything more than simple,
physical pleasures. It was, quite possibly,
the thing Angel adored about him the most. The unabashed readiness
for a quick fight, quick feed, quick fuck.
Angel wasnt about to let this one be quick. He pulled back just as he felt
the smaller man begin to vibrate in his grip,
tearing his teeth from the bared neck with a sharp tug, and a plaintive
whimper.
He soothed the wound and the dissatisfaction with a gentle lick, running
his soft, wet tongue over the whole, smooth
surface of the longest, most desirable neck to ever grace a vampire.
Druscilla lifted her head from the water, shaking her dark hair in all
directions. Sensing the sudden shift in mood, she
wrapped her arms around Spike, extending her embrace to cover her
Sire as well. Angel leaned into the silky arms,
and rested his head against Williams still trembling back.
The larger vampire dropped open mouth kisses over the bumps on Williams
spine, nipping almost gently, and sealing
the tiny puncture marks quickly with his next kiss. The auburn haired
man shivered in his grasp. The mixture of pain
and pleasure once more built to a fevered pitch inside him, as he
felt his Sires hands begin to explore the puckered
entrance to his body between his ass cheeks. Spike struggled to relax,
letting his shoulders fall slack and his head
once more loll back on the larger vampires shoulders. One questing
finger joined another, followed by a third....and he
heard Angel groan his delight and approval as Spikes muscles clenched
around the probing digits.
Dru watched with half open eyes as she began to stroke Williams cock once
more, wrapping a firm and decisive grip
around its width, and rubbing in smooth rythym. She watched her lovers
faces carefully, clearly recalling every move in
this ancient dance. And when Angels eyes closed in a long blink, and the
man in their grip shook and howled once, his
face shifting to demon visage, she slipped her legs around William,
and sheathed him inside her velvety walls.
William was moaning now with every breath, and at the moment, breathing,
and breathing rapidly, was definately a
necessity. It was the only way he could be certain he was really
still here, that he hadnt died...un-died...been dusted...
and (quite accidentilly, no doubt) ended up in some heathen
version of heaven.
Druscilla was wrapped around him, legs about his waist, arms about his
shoulders, and pink, gossamer flesh and
muscles around his cock. With every thrust of her hips she sent his
body arching backward, and onto the gloriously
hard shaft buried deep inside his ass.
This could not last long. Preternatural strength and endurance or no, he
could not take this agonizingly sweet ecstasy
for long.
Spike opened his eyes slowly to the sight of his dark beloved, her head
thrown back, tips of her curls dangling in the
water. Her eyes were squinted shut, dark lashes on ivory cheeks,
and her breasts heaved with the exertion of her
steady pounding. He bent his head to capture one perk nipple in his
teeth, bit down....and was filled with the honeyed
taste of her.
He came then, his cock twitching and dancing inside her, filling her with
his cold seed. He cried his pleasure against
the skin of her now bleeding breast, and reached between her legs
to caress the center of her own pleasure. How well
he knew this lithe and wriggling body, knew how to bring her over
the edge with him, together with him, where she
belonged...He rubbed her hardened, slippery flesh between his thumb
and forefinger, until her screams joined his....
Angel had forced himself to keep his eyes open, not daring to lose his
watch. He could still easily conjure the feeling of
his heart falling to his feet at the sight of Druscilla, coldy, indifferently
staking his lover, while he watched, helpless. But
he wouldnt go there now; he wouldnt ruin this precious second, frozen
in time; given to him, to them, undeserving and
uninvited.
Because for Angel, it was most absolutely welcome. And he knew now that
it was the same for William as well. A
moment not only to relive the past, but to rewrite it. To revise
history and place an indelible stamp over the hurt and the
rage which had eaten them all, living, dead, and undead, like a
cancer.
One single instant in time to find grace.
Angel joined the other vampires with his own climax, but held onto human
visage for the moment, content to moan his
pleasure, rather than howl it, content, just this once, to
keep all his demons at bay.
He watched as the two recaptured their own mortal masks, and hand in hand,
the three climbed out of the water, and
collapsed onto the damp grass.
Still, Angel kept his eyes open. On the half asleep Spike, on the cat like
vision of Dru, and on the fountain, whose
marble angel now poured crimson blood into the already sanguine pool.
End part 16c