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Pet	By : Cyberwulf Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 2188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Pet

Author: Cyberwulf

Rating: 18s (NC-17)

Summary: Love blooms in the graveyard . . .

Spoilers: You know Dru and Spike broke up? Then you have nothing to fear.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon.

Pairing: Ethan/Drusilla. I think I’m the first person to ship them, so tell me what you think.

Distribution: You want it, it’s yours. Just ask, and tell me where it’s going.

Email: Feed the Wulf! cyberwulf_1andonly@yahoo.co.uk

Ethan strolled through the graveyard. It held no danger for a warlock as powerful as he was. He gazed up at the full moon and smiled. It was that special time in the lunar cycle when the moon had the strongest effect on human beings, when werewolves came out to play and people got a little crazy. The perfect time to cause a little chaos.

He found a good spot under a yew tree and prepared a pentagram. Ethan stood outside it, thinking. What sort of spell should he cast? Perhaps a spell that caused people to speak only the truth. Or maybe a lust spell that would cause those affected to desire the first adult they saw. Then there was that new one he’d been toying with, the one that made all werewolves into weremice . . .

He continued to ponder the various possibilities, unaware that he was being watched.

“ You make the stars sing in harmony.”

The sorcerer whirled around. Standing behind him was a woman in an old-fashioned red dress. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, and her skin was pale, almost white. She glided towards him, almost as if her feet weren’t touching the ground.

“ I do?” Ethan asked, puzzled.

“ Mmm,” the woman murmured. Ethan slowly ran his eyes over her body. She was hauntingly beautiful, and there was a glimmer of insanity in her eyes. She halted, and stroked his red silk shirt. “ Before, they were all out of step . . . but now they play in time.” Ethan shivered, feeling a stir in his black slacks as she scraped a fingernail across his nipple. Drusilla looked up at him.

“ Do you like to play, too?”

Ethan smirked.

“ All depends on what the game is, love.”

Drusilla studied his face intently.

“ Your eyes are filled with wickedness,” she declared excitedly. “ You’re all dark inside . . .” She smiled, eyes gleaming. “ You’re a bad boy!”

Ethan looked at her, mock-hurt.

“ Me?” he asked innocently. “ I’m a perfect gentleman.”

Drusilla grinned, then grew serious. She tilted her head upwards, and gently pulled the warlock’s head down to meet her. Eagerly, Ethan kissed her. It had been a long time since a woman had shown interest in him, let alone one as exotic as this. He snaked an arm around her and pulled her against him. Drusilla reached down and caressed the growing bulge in his trousers. She broke the kiss first, resting her head on his shoulder. Ethan stroked her back, then frowned.

“ You feel a bit cold, love,” he remarked, and then gasped at the sharp pain in his neck as Drusilla bit into his jugular vein. She held him tightly, so tight he thought his ribs would break. The vampire sucked greedily at the wound and in a matter of seconds dizziness set in, followed swiftly by unconsciousness.

Drusilla lifted her head as Ethan went limp in her arms. Tenderly, sheked ked the twin holes closed.

“ Good boy,” she murmured. She picked him up and watched his chest rise and fall. “Your blood tastes of dreadful mischief,” she remarked. She looked up for a minute, fearful, then smiled down at the human in her arms. “ The voices say I may keep you.”

Ethan moaned as he came round. He was half-sitting, half-lying on a stone floor. Someone had removed his socks and shoes, and his shirt was open, exposing his chest. His shoulders ached. He twisted his head around and saw that his arms were chained above his head.

“ Nice work, old boy,” he growled. “ You must be getting old, letting a vampire bite you, even if she IS stunning . . .” He attempted to open the shackles using magic, but the blood loss had left him too weak. Ethan slumped against the wall. How Ripper would laugh if he could see him now. Briefly, he wondered if he’d been turned, and then dismissed the idea. His stomach DID feel a bit empty, but that was probably because he hadn’t eaten since late that afternoon. He certainly hadn’t any overwhelming thirst for blood. Well, if the vampire hadn’t turned him, and hadn’t killed him, what did she want him for? More importantly, could he avoid it?

Ethan looked around the room. The only light came from an old oil lamp in the corner. A large old-fashioned bed with a canopy stood against the wall to his left. In the wall furthest away from him was a darker shadow that might be a doorway. Ethan rattled the chains, hoping in vain that they might break.

“ Look, Miss Edith, our guest is awake.”

Ethan raised his head. His attacker entered the room through the doorway and made her way over to him. She was wearing a long, white, lace night-dress and held a small doll in one hand. She carefully set the doll on the bed and then knelt beside him.

“ I have to keep you all tied up until I’m sure you won’t run away,” Drusilla told him, almost apologetically. “ When I know you’ll behave, I’ll let you roam free.”

“ Wh-what do you want with me?” Ethan asked, trying to stay calm. Drusilla laid a finger on his lips.

“ Shh . . .” She kissed him, idly running a hand through his dark chest hair, then pulled away. “ It’s playtime.”

“ Playtime?” Ethan asked, then gasped as Drusilla caressed his slumbering member through his slacks. She gave it a squeeze, and Ethan felt himself beginning to harden. He moaned and thrust upwards, but she took her hand away.

“ Naughty,” Drusilla declared. “ Be patient and wait your turn.”

Panting, Ethan nodded.

Drusilla smiled.

“ Do you know the rules?” she asked.

“ I, I think so,” Ethan gulped. He held still as Drusilla continued to stroke his chest, apparently fascinated by his body hair. She bent her head and began to lick and suck at his hardening nipples, making him moan and sending even more blood to his groin. Suddenly she bit him, making him cry out as his zipper almost burst. Drusilla grinned at him, and licked the wound closed. Ethan struggled to get his breathing back under control. Drusilla moved off him and gazed at the large protrusion in his trousers.

“ You want to stake Mummy,” she giggled. Ethan couldn’t stop his instinctive thrust towards her as she deftly opened his pants and lowered his boxers. Drusilla planted a hand on his chest and shoved him down.

“ Wait your turn,” she growled, then turned her attention to what she had uncovered.

“ Mmm . . .” She ran her tongue up along his erection. Ethan groaned loudly. His straining cock felt ready to explode, and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to come before his captor had had her fun. She seemed to understand his predicament, and squeezed the base of his penis. Ethan let go of the breath he’d been holding as some of the pressure was taken off.

“ Hurry,” he gasped.

Drusilla frowned.

“ Please,” Ethan amended. Drusilla smiled, and then straddled him. Ethan’s eyes rolled up as she lowered herself onto his rampant erection. For a moment neither of them moved, then Drusilla began to ride him frantically, moaning almost dreamily. Ethan yelled as he tried to delay his orgasm. He bucked under her, making his chains rattle. He couldn’t hold on much longer. Suddenly he felt Drusilla’s muscles convulse around him, and the vampire threw her head back and screamed in release. She raked her nails along his chest and Ethan let go, erupting within her. Drusilla collapsed on top of him, and they lay exhausted on the cold floor.

Eventually, Drusilla moved off him. Ethan stayed where he was, eyes half-closed, blissfully dazed, a stupid grin on his face. She could have drained him right then, and he wouldn’t have cared.

“ Miss Edith thinks I should take you off your leash.”

“ Eh?”

The warlock looked up and saw Drusilla sitting on the bed, examining her doll with a thoughtful expression on her face. She looked down at him, and pouted.

“ But I want to keep you.”

Ethan gazed at her. He didn’t know why, but he really had no desire to leave. Perhaps he was in thrall. Perhaps it was the mind-blowing sex. Or perhaps it was because this vampire fascinated him.

“ I’m not about to run away, love.”

“ Do you promise?” Drusilla asked.

“ Promise,” Ethan answered with his best ‘Scout’s honour’ expression.

Drusilla beamed. “ Then I shall let you go.”

Ethan felt his strength returning, and smirked.

“ No need to get up, darling.” He muttered an incantation, and the shackles on his wrists snapped open. Drusilla clapped her hands enthusiastically as Ethan sat up and stretched. She beckoned him towards her. Ethan grinned. He pulled up his boxers, kicked off his slacks and clambered onto the bed. He lay down next to her, and Drusilla stroked his hair.

“ What’s your name, love?” Ethan asked.

“ Drusilla,” she replied.

“ A beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” Ethan told her. Drusilla giggled shyly. Ethan offered her his hand. “ Ethan Rayne, at your service.”

Drusilla took his hand, but instead of shaking it, she examined the palm, mumbling to herself. Ethan watched her, intrigued. She looked up at him with excited eyes.

“ You know ever so many nasty tricks,” she announced. The sorcerer grinned.

“ What can I say?” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “ I enjoy causing trouble.”

Drusilla lay down next to him, and lapped at the fang marks in his neck.

“ I would give you another love bite, but then you’d be all cold,” she murmured. “ I like my pets to be warm . . .” She petted his chest hair. “ . . . and furry.”

Ethan gave her a wicked smile. He stifled a yawn and closed his eyes. He could stay for a while. Drusilla wasn’t about to kill him . . . and there was nothing to stop him using magic to get away, if he felt so inclined. He draped an arm over his new lover, and snuggled into the pillow. Within minutes he was asleep.

Drusilla idly ran her hand along the warlock’s side, enjoying the feel of his shirt under her fingertips. He was unlike any human she had ever encountered, so full of mischief and blackness and delightful wickedness. She smiled. She had a feeling her new pet was going to be a lot more fun than a bird or a puppy.

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