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Vices of My Blood	By : oldbooks Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence

In this Chapter Drusilla/Angelus; Spike/Buffy

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Chapter 20

Weeks of listening to their cries of pleasure had Angelus going mad while he waited for Drusilla to heal.

He was forced to sit and listen to their bodies slapping together. To hear the gasps and moans punctuated with lustful growls. To smell the glorious scent of their fucking; blood, pain, arousal and desire. The remnants of Spike and Buffy's cum had clung to their skin all day long, tantalizing Angelus' nose. They were driving him insane.

Drusilla hadn�t been well enough to help with his, now recurring, problem and while he had no qualms about screwing her injured body, it just wasn�t as fulfilling if she didn�t writhe and scream for him. He hadn�t had to take so much pleasure in his own hands since the soul. It left a grasping sheath of muscle to be desired his hand couldn�t even begin to compare. Finally, after three long, frustrating weeks, he deemed Drusilla well enough to resume her usual duties.

Walking into his room Angelus dismissed Buffy from tidying the room without a glance, briefly noting that the cloud of sex surrounding her was in full force tonight. She left the room without a sound and he stalked toward his childe intent on finding satisfaction.

Lying prone on the bed, eyes closed, Drusilla stretched her lithe body. Her hands rested above her head and she slowly bent her knees to rest her feet on the mattress. She knew what Daddy wanted and wasn�t about to deny him.

�Lollipops and lust. Tastes so sweet on the tongue. Sunshine is a naughty daughter,� With a wicked smile, Drusilla beckoned Angelus forward.

Angelus was even harder now. Caught in the web of Drusilla�s seduction, his eyes ran up her exposed legs, seeing how the new position had pushed her skirt up around her hips. He could just see her dark curls calling to him through the cover of dainty ankles.

He smelled her budding arousal and wasted no time in climbing onto the bed. With a deep, wet kiss, Angelus parted her knees and settled between them, trapping her body between his arms. Impatiently, he pressed his covered cock against the apex of her thighs.

Drusilla, sensing her sire�s need to be inside her once again, quickly unbuttoned his pants. She ran her nails down his shaft before roughly pulling out his cock. His animalistic groan sent a rush of fluid from her body.

Angelus thrust his hard, blood-engorged cock forward, making it slick the juices from her pussy. He missed the cool, tight pleasure of her muscles milking his prick. It had been too long and he couldn�t wait any longer. He brutally thrust inside her quim making her cry out in delight at the invasion. Setting a hard, fast pace, Angelus fucked his childe into the bed.

She felt the hard, thick cock being pushed into her and cried out in delightful pain. Her Angelus was always so good, pounding into her with punishing thrusts. Such a good daddy, he was. Knew just how to make it hurt, make her scream.

�You like that Princess? Like my cock pounding into you? Look at those ripe breasts, nipples hard and begging. Bouncing about. You�re a bad girl, Dru. Keeping them covered. I�ll have to punish you for that later. God, Dru, your pussy is so wet. So wet and tight. All those years of fucking Spike never satisfied my girl, did they?� Angelus growled, adding a thrust or two to punctuate each phrase.

Drusilla moaned and writhed, gripping the headboard above her. The strength of his cock being forced inside her caused her head to continuously bump the iron headboard.

�That�s right, baby. You feel it, don�t you? Feel my cock driving into you? I�ll make you scream, little girl. Oh, fuck, Dru. So wet for me; slides through your cunt so easily. Feel your pussy squeezing around me. Love fucking you, baby. Love giving it to you hard and deep. Bruising that tender flesh. Making you cry. Making you scream. I�ll make you bleed, baby. Screw you so hard you�ll never leave my bed.�

His nasty little words accompanied by every forceful thrust of his hips sent shivers down her spine. She felt him beating at her cervix. The delicious pain of the thickness of his cock threatened to rip her in two. No one compared to her daddy. Not even Spike�s long, deliciously curved shaft gave her such pleasure. She began to wail at the feeling of her oncoming orgasm.

Angelus was close now, his thrusts almost wild. He fucked her like an animal, with little regard to her own pleasure. Hearing her wail of pain-filled ecstasy, Angelus pounded into her even harder. His hips crushed against her pelvis, bruising skin against bone. One hand moved to restrain her wrists above her head. The other ripped at her dress, exposing her luscious breasts to his gaze. Bending down he swiftly bit into one nipple with blunt, human teeth while powerfully sucking it into his mouth.

With a scream of pure satisfaction, Drusilla threw her head back into the pillow and ripped her arms from her sire�s grip. She raked her nails down his back drawing blood. Her muscles contracted in a death grip around Angelus� cock.

The combination of her vise grip, the pain running from his shoulder blades to his ass, and the scent of his own blood triggered Angelus� own orgasm. He vamped and sank his fangs into Drusilla�s breast taking deep pulls of her blood. Thick, creamy cum spurted from his cock coating the insides of her grasping pussy as her rich blood coated his throat. Then he slowly retracted his fangs, dragging his rough tongue over the wounds and nipple. Drusilla began to squirm in renewing desire.

�Shush, Princess. Sleep now,� he commanded. Angelus laid his head between his childe�s breasts listening to the soft, contented purrs emanating from within her chest. Cock still buried inside her, their juices dripping onto the bed, and soft moans once again coming from the next room, Angelus, master of the clan Aurelius, and Drusilla, his most favored childe, drifted into a sated sleep.

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It was near dawn when Willow, carrying the tranquilizer gun pointed down, and Oz, wrapped in a blanket, came rushing into the school with a disoriented Xander slung over their shoulders. They dashed to the library as fast as they could carry Xander before anyone saw them.

�Giles!� Willow yelled for the librarian as she and Oz deposited Xander in a chair.

Oz went to the book return cage to get some clothes as Giles came running in from his office. When he vacated his work room, Oz made a bee-line for it with his clothes, leaving the door ajar.

�Willow, what�s wrong?� Giles asked before he focused on a moaning Xander. �Dear Lord, what happened to him?�

Willow cringed darting her eyes from Xander to Giles. �There was a minor accident.�

That brought a hoot of laughter from the office and a normally stoic Oz. Xander looked up at Willow through a blurry haze. �You shot me in the upper thigh, Willow!�

�You did what?� Giles asked the skittish redhead.

�N-N-Not exactly shot as the g-g-gun went o-o-off and --� Willow started to stammer.

�And you shot Xander in the ass with a tranquilizer gun!� Oz chuckled as he came out of the office fully clothed.

�It was not my ass, it was upper thigh! Big difference people!� Xander tried to sound adamant but came off as mumbling and weak.

�What about Buffy? Did you two see her? Speak to her?� Giles asked still worried about his Slayer.

�Yes, w-we saw Buffy. Not so much with the bringing her back with us. She refused to leave them. Said she wouldn�t leave her family or her mate,� said Willow as her brows furrowed in remembering the nights events.

�Good Lord, it�s just as I had feared. Her Slayer demon has found its vampire family and she�s mated to one of them,� Giles removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

�What do we do Giles?� Willow asked.

�I really don�t know, once a person is mated to a vampire, it�s for the rest of their life, and I don�t know the full implications of her being mated to a vampire and her Slayer recognizing the clan as its own,� Giles said.

�More research then?� Xander asked weakly.

�Yes, I believe so,� Giles said as he put his glasses back on.

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Buffy arranged the bouquet of Jasmine blooms in a shallow jug filled with water. She walked to Angelus� door making sure that her footfalls were of little consequence. She carefully opened the door and walked into the dim room lit only by candles. As she went to place the vase on the night table next to Drusilla a hand snaked out and grabbed her free hand around her wrist causing her to start.

�What are you up to, Buff?� Angelus asked in a gruff voice.

Buffy looked at Angelus in the dim light. He was lying across Drusilla protectively; his dark eyes had a hard glint about them. It reminded her of Spike and wondered if it was a vampire thing or a vampire-mate thing to position themselves over their chosen mate and growl territorially as she�d known Spike to do on several occasions when Angelus had come into their room.

�Angelus,� she breathed his name on a whisper. �I didn�t mean to disturb you; I was only bringing a bouquet of Jasmine for Drusilla. I thought it would brighten her spirits if she saw them,� Buffy quickly answered.

Angelus looked from the bouquet to Buffy�s frightened expression. His inner demon smiled in ecstatic glee that he was still able to scare the girl completely out of her skin. It gave him an exhilarating feeling that his little talk with her in the gardens hadn�t made him soft toward the girl. Drusilla may still consider the Slayer a good omen, but he was head of this Clan and he couldn�t afford to be soft.

Angelus gave an irritated growl that rumbled through his chest and dismissed her with, �I�ll tell her who brought them. Get to bed now, Buff.�

Buffy�s eyes widened. She was surprised that he hadn�t done more than grab her wrist. She nodded her head and backed out of the room, quietly closing the door and making a mad dash for the room she shared with Spike. Once she was safely behind her own door, she leaned back against it and breathed a sigh of relief.

�You okay now, pet?� Spike asked.

His voice jolted her back to her surroundings. Buffy looked at her mate from across the room and nodded her head. She pushed away from the door and moved to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed before joining him there. Knowing how her body seemed to heat up around the blond vampire, she stripped off her clothing before climbing under the covers and into his arms.

�I felt your distress earlier. Did you have a run in with Angelus again?� Spike asked concerned.

Spike didn�t trust his grandsire to completely welcome Buffy into the family. Just because the older vampire had actually had a long talk with her, didn�t mean that the younger vampire would ever trust Angelus to be alone in the same room with his mate for any length of time, Drusilla�s frail body in the room or not.

Buffy shook her head negatively. �No, it wasn�t Angelus then. My friends, Willow and Xander, showed up with a tranquilizer gun while I was picking jasmine for Dru,� she started to tell him.

Spike�s eyes hardened in anger. �Your friends were going to shoot you with a tranq gun ?� Unbelievable. The friends she was supposed to trust and cared for were going to shoot her down with a tranquilizer gun and drag her away . . . from me.

�No. No! Willow�s boyfriend turned all wolfy and they were hunting him with the tranq gun. They tried to get me to leave here when he passed by, or at least I think it was him, ad they took off after him and then something went wonky and I think Willow shot Xander with it instead,� Buffy quickly explained, not able to hide the smile on her face at hearing Xander�s words.

Spike scoffed and smirked at hearing that. �I always wanted to shoot the whelp in the ass. Do you think she got him in the ass?� he asked, chuckling.

Buffy smirked and tried to keep from laughing with him. She slapped his chest lightly and snuggled against him. �Would you stop? That�s Xander we�re talking about. He�s harmless,� she tried to defend her friend to her mate, but keeping a straight face wasn�t working.

�So then, what brought you racing in here like the devil himself was on your heels?� Spike asked concerned even though he playfully curled his tongue against his teeth.

�It was nothing. Just Angelus kinda scared me. I took the flower arrangement to his room for Dru and he just scared me a bit,� Buffy said with a shrug.

As much as she thought her voice would reassure Spike, inwardly she was still shaking from her encounter with Angelus. The man wearing her ex�s features unnerved her. He frightened her in ways she didn�t want to really examine. Angelus was a master of psychological torture, or so Spike had told her, and she had a feeling that the dark vampire who used to be her ex love interest hadn�t used his full repertoire with her . . . yet.

Spike didn�t need use the claim to feel the edginess that was coming off Buffy in waves. He knew his grandsire scared her even when she didn�t show it, because at times Angelus had scared him too. Only with him, the older vampire frightened him in a �what would the bloke do next?� way.

Spike lightly caressed his claim mark hoping to soothe Buffy so that she could sleep more peacefully. Her flesh, which was normal body temperature when she had joined him in bed, was now heated ten degrees more than before. Her skin warmed his cool flesh. They still didn�t quite understand why she heated up around him, but he was enjoying the perk along with many others her body had to offer him.

He moved his head down to rest against her shoulder and breathed in her scent: a gentle aroma of musk that was pure Buffy accompanied by her growing arousal. He had tried to drown himself in her scent every night for the past few months. It was intoxicating, not unlike the taste of her blood.

His hands weren�t idle as they reacquainted themselves to her curves. Long fingers caressed down her side and along her collarbone to cup her breasts in his cool hands. Spike tweaked the nipples into hardened points before rolling them between his fingertips. Then moved down to lightly caress each rib and over her taut stomach while he licked his claim mark causing her to shudder under him.

Buffy�s body heat was driving Spike to distraction. Everywhere he touched her she was velvet heat, like touching hot melted butter. He ran his tongue over her chest and around a nipple, biting gently with blunt human teeth causing her to arch against him and moan as her heat escalated. He moved to the other breast and gently bit the nipple and tugging a little until she cried.

Spike trailed his cool fingers down over her navel while he rose up again and nipped his claim mark with blunt teeth. If he thought her body was hot before, it was nothing compared to the inferno he felt when he slipped his fingers between her nether lips to rub over her clit.

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and clutched at his shoulders while Spike continued to tease her clit with his fingertips, rubbing it in faster, tighter circles that heightened her arousal until she was crying out her moans in his ear. She arched against his hand, bucking her hips and grinding her clit against his fingers.

Spike�s eyes rolled back in his head and he thought for sure that he would disintegrate to dust when Buffy crushed her furnace-hot skin against him. That and her gyrating hips against his hardening cock as she worked herself into frenzy against his fingers would cause him to burn to ash. His free hand slid down her side and hip to move her thighs up around his waist.

Buffy let out a shuddering moan as the new position caused his cock to tap her mound. The touch only made her body hotter and she strained against his shaft. She glided her nails along his shoulders and back, reveling in the feel of his cool skin under the tips of her fingers. When she laced her fingers in his blond hair, pulled him closer and licked her claim mark it caused him to shudder as he drew back his hips and plunged into her hot body.

They both groaned at the contact. Her inner muscles fluttered around his cock as it pushed through tight Slayer muscles to imbed against her cervix. Once he was buried inside her, he stayed still enjoying the feel of her liquid heat shrouding his cock. Buffy must have wanted more than just the feel of him inside her because her inner muscles started contracting rhythmically around him.

Spike growled low in his through when Buffy�s muscles convulsed around his aching member. The little chit didn�t realize how little willpower he had around her not to grab her hips and slam into her body until he couldn�t move anymore. His mind wandered while he slowly moved inside her. He thought about how far they�d come from being mortal enemies to mates in just five short months. He thought about how, in the beginning, he wanted her out of his room and out of his life, and now he couldn�t bear the thought of not having her with him.

�More Spike. Harder, faster,� Buffy moaned urgently.

Buffy tried to buck her hips hard against him, but Spike stilled her hips. He raised up on his knees between her thighs, elevated her hips and held her there while he pounded his cock against her cervix making her cry out with every stroke. His subconscious thought about almost having her ripped away from him and he gripped her hips in his hands and pounded harder as if he were trying to imprint his stamp on her body from the inside.

�Mine. My slayer. My Buffy. No one will take you from me,� Spike chanted with each thrust before chanting �Mine, Mine, Mine,� in a mantra under his breath with each plunge into her pliant body.

Buffy rose up to Spike�s level, wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as she bounced on his cock. �Yours, Spike. Always yours.� She held on and pulled him back down over her whispering encouragement in his ear until he was hammering his prick against her cervix with demon force. She looked up and her turquoise gaze met his yellow-gold eyes. She growled at the intense pleasure she saw surface to his eyes and clamped her muscles down around his dick.

Spike growled in response. He buried his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back, arching her neck up to him like a chalice. He breathed hard with each plunge as he saw her eyes glaze over with wild abandon. He held her hip guiding her movements on his cock, the pleasure near unbearable as she rolled her hips on his shaft. That was when he swooped down and sank his fangs into his claim mark and drank deep on her potent blood.

When Buffy felt Spike�s fangs enter her body she shivered and quaked in orgasm, grasping his hard, thick dick with her inner muscles. While his fangs were still buried in her neck, she turned her head a little and sent him over the edge of his own orgasm by biting over her claim mark, reopening the wounds and sipping her mate�s blood.

Spike collapsed over his mate in pleasant exhaustion. Each retracted their fangs and licked heir marks closed they curled into the cocoon of their mate�s body and relaxed. He never ceased touching her as his kissed her all over her face, neck and chest, whispering how beautiful she was, causing her to purr contently and return the compliment.
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