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Another Sire, Please!	By : Silvi Category: AtS AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Another Sire, Please!

Author: Silvi

Email: Silvi_HC@hotmail.com

Rating: this part PG

Status: Un-finished.

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AN#1: Well a little OT note first, seems I have been abandoned by my ::cough:: co-writer ::cough::
so the only one to take on this project of writing AS, P! seems
to be me. I�m a little pissed of at her right now but any way on to the story
notes�

AN#2: To keep
in mind while reading... Spike never returned to SunnyD after what happened in
"In the dark". Penn did NOT die in "Somnambulist", he left.
Angel is Spike�s S 3: This
story starts in canon �In the Dark�.

AN#4:
For those of you
who are wondering where we are going with this story, it�s this:

Spike, Penn
and Dru due to different circumstances end up together in a small dump where
they, due to stuff , you�ll have to read it,
suddenly find themselves in an alternate reality, but not just that, but
also in the not so much distant past. They have to find a way home since they
manage to get a very powerful enemy. The world
in which they find themselves in, is a heck of a lot darker and is ruled by
someone they surprisingly know. I won�t tell you much else since it would spoil
too much. Any other questions please email me (Silvi).

AN#5:
So far what has
happened in the previous chapters�Spike has left LA
and instead of going to SunnyD he goes to Mexico where he encounters, after several months, Penn, who
has left LA after a disastrous encounter with his Sire.

At the end of Part II Dru
shows up. At the end of part III the three end up slaughtering the patrons of
the bar and Penn is taking them to his place as the sun is about to rise,
baring in mind to punish Spike for what he did which is where we start off now�

& & & & &

Part IV

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Penn was
looking over his shoulder at the brightening horizon as he and the others ran,
but instead of feeling panic that they might not reach safety in time, he was
filled with excitement. In spite of the image he had, Penn actually liked
living risky from time to time. Not that the youngsters ever had the
opportunity to experience that with him.

Turning
around a corner he made the sign for the others to stop, as they had reached
his place, just in time. The big red
ball of fire in the sky breached the horizon, submerging the world below in the
early golden morning light. The building opposite them provided shelter, but it
would only buy them a few minutes of safety so Penn quickly fished up the key
from his pocket at the back of his jeans and inserted it into the keyhole of
the light blue door that led to his apartment.

There were
no windows facing the alley they were in and the receding darkness could no
longer hide the shabby state the building was in. To the right of the
non-descript door was a larger one, showing where the garage was.

Opening the
door Penn led them in. Spike and Drusilla found themselves in a short hall that
led further into the building and up a stairs. The walls were barren and the
smell of dust hung heavily in the air. Both the stairs and the wall must have,
at one point in history, been painted in white but it was hard to tell now
under the layer of decay and dirt. Obviously the place hadn�t been kept up, at
least from what Spike could tell.

As Penn
closed the door the hall was thrown into pitch blackness. Only a faint light
came from the spring under the door at the top of the stairs. It was enough to
provide them with some visibility. Walking past the still forms of his younger
siblings Penn took them up the stairs. No-one spoke, the only sounds were their
soft footsteps against the maroon tiles of the floor and the slowly awakening
world outside.

Halting
before the door, this one painted in faded brown, Penn inserted another key and
opened it. Slowly he peered around the doorway to ensure that no sunlight would
reach them. He ignored the impatient whine from Spike behind him. Seeing that
the coast was clear he nudged the door open further and stepped in, Spike and
sillsilla following him.

They
entered in an open, sparsely furnitured area, but clean and in no way in the
same state as the hall or even what the fa�ade had indicated. To their right
there were rooms facing the street. These had windows even though the blinds
where pulled shut now, preventing most of the sun from shining through. Under
closer inspection Spike found that they were not lived in.

Turning
around Spike watched as Penn walked into the far end, an area that was
obviously the kitchen, shoved into one corner opposite the door they had
recently walked in through. Looking over
to the other side, Spike could see more rooms through the open doors. One was obviously the master bedroom, showing
clear signs of being lived in.

The open
area was divided into different sections. The closest to him on his right was
obviously supposed to be the library, as the two walls were lined with
bookshelves filled with books and other trinkets. The centre was, evidenced by
the sofas and couch around the small glass table, the sitting area. The floor
under the table was covered in a thick Persian rug, and surprisingly the floor
was a solid parquet with an intricate pattern laid into it.

Walking
over to the couch Spike removed his duster carefully laying it across one of
the arm-rests. He kept a close eye on Penn, who was going through the contents
of the refrigerator while absently scratching the dried blood on his neck.

Looking
down at himself Spike made a grimace as he noticed the
state he was in. He very much wanted to ask Penn if the place had warm water
and a working shower but that would mean that he had to get his attention,
something he wanted to postpone as much as he could.

Drusilla
was humming softly to herself as she walked up to Penn, curiously peering over
his shoulder. Penn looked up at her and tugged a few times at her errant locks
before he turned his back on the refrigerator empty handed.

Spike
turned his back on them as they began to whisper among themselves, effectively
tuning them out. A painting hanging solo on the wall beside him caught his
attention and he strode up to it. It was with surprise that he recognized the
style and motif. It was in surprisingly good condition, considering that his
sire had painted it over 115 years ago.

Penn�s
pleasant voice drew him out of his reverie.
Turning, Spike met his grey eyes.

�Through
there is the bathroom,� Penn pointed as he slowly walked out of the kitchen
area, �you can wash up there, and yes this place has warm water, but you have
to be quick, I don�t fancy cleaning myself in cold water.�

Seeing the
surprised look on Spike�s face, he let a small sneer pass.

�Yes, you
get to have the first go, but as I said hurry up. I got things to tend to
first.� And with that Penn walked out of a door Spike had missed in his survey.
Casting a glance at Dru, who was exploring the rooms on this side of the building,
Spike walked to the door that would lead to the bathroom.

For some
strange reason he was exhausted and looking at the relatively medium sized room
with its tile floor, the tub, the shower, and look it even has a bidet! he stretched, popping some bones and some sore muscles. It
was decorated in colours of pale blue, white and ivory green giving it a rather
marine looking atmosphere.

The
cabinets, upon closer inspection, were filled with scented oils and shampoos.
By the sink laid a white-pinkish soap-bar and picking it up Spike could do
nothing else then arc an eyebrow and mutter �Poofter� at the small rose petals
imbedded in it.

Quickly
stripping down Spike gathered the soiled clothes up in a tight ball and threw
them into a corner.

Grimacing,
he noted that he looked like a polka-dot candy with the blood dried up in
brownish strips along his body. Pulling the drape aside he stepped in and
turned the knob around, shivering as the freezing water hit his flesh. He could
hear the contraption that heated the water going on full blast as the water was
pumped through the pipes and the faint smell of gas burning.

Scrubbing,
using his nails to get rid of the blood flakes, he began to clean himself,
sighing as the water finally turned warm. Randomly taking one of the bottles he
squeezed some amount into his hand before throwing the bottle over his
shoulder, heedless as it clanked against the wall and hit the floor.

He had only
one thing in his mind and that was to get clean and into bed, the feel of the
sun rising over his head weighting down on him. He never could get used to that
feeling and usually he was able to ignore this natural call for their kind that
it was time to rest but the events of the night � reliving his memories and
seeing members of his family � had taken its toll on him.

Rinsing
away the suds and remembering Penn�s warning about not wasting the hot water,
Spike turned it off and stepped out. Apart from his sire there was only one
other vampire that could make him weary and that was his older brother, but
then considering that Penn was really the only one to have actually assimilated
more of their sire it wasn�t strange.

Angelus was
all passion � or at least he used to be � with an alarming, cunning mind and
the ability to truly understand human nature.
Penn on the other hand�in many ways he resembled Angelus but was more
subtle in his own way.

He was more
like a volcano, on the surface dormant but pushed to the limits and he would
explode. It wasn�t for nothing he
managed to acquire a reputation on his own, achieving what many had wanted, but
mostly failed � receiving Angelus approval and acknowledgment as a master
vampire.

He was
particularly hard on anyone of his blood, and the fact was that Penn has
managed that and also officially still carried weight in the demon world.

Shaking his
head to get rid of the thoughts, he look morosely at
the clothes in the corner while absently taking one of the big towels stashed
beside him. In his haste to get out of the soiled clothes he had torn most of
them, which was NOT a good idea if
they were the only ones you had.

Wrapping
the towels around his slim waist he crouched down before the pile gingerly
poking at them. They smelt of the residue of human gore. Scrunching his nose he
looped one finger into one of the holes and lifted the material up. He sadly
shook his head at the state of his shirt knowing there was no way of salvaging
it. Dropping it on the floor beside the rest of the pile Spike went through the
others.

Taking the
jeans he stood up and walked over to the sink, filling it with water. Squashing
the jeans together he irritatedly shoved them in making the water splash on to
the floor and on his feet. Lifting one foot he absently shook it while he
hummed, punching the wet material as the water turned first pink then more
brownish as he worked it.

He hated
washing but he was damned if he was going to ask Penn for clothes. Deciding he
had had enough he wrung the water out and threw the jeans over the edge of the
tub to dry.

Opening the
door he padded out curiously wondering where Drusilla was at, seeing as he
couldn�t find her in the vast space before him. Hearing a noise to the left he
turned and walked over peering into the open doorway eyes widening slightly as
he caught sight of the vampiress.

Searching
out with his senses he couldn�t detect Penn anywhere near. Leaning against the
door frame crossing his arms over his naked torso a smile ghosted over his
lips.

�What are
you doing Dru?�

Turning her
head looking over at Spike she grinned and hopped down from the bed running
over to him. Quickly he braced against the doorframe as Drusilla barrelled into
him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She was
still in her soiled dress but barefoot as she stood on her tip toes, burrowing
her face against his neck.

�Hmmm,� she
purred, �you smell so goooood.�

Licking up
at the side of his neck Spike arced his head to the
side giving her better access. Leaning back a little she coquettely peered up
at him, gently swinging from side to side.

lasslass=MsoNormal>�You wanna play; does my Spikey wanna
play with me?�

Nuzzling
into her hair he sighed, �I�ll love to pet, but I�m too tired.�

Pouting her
eyes began to tear up. �Not play with me? You not love me any more?�

Before she
could start whimpering Spike pecked her on the lips. �Don�t be silly, nilly. Of course I love you - I�m just too tired.�

Seeing one
lone teardrop fall from her eyes, he restes fos forehead against her, nudging
her, �Don�t be like that, luv.�

Unwrapping
her arms from him Dru took a step back, wiping the tear from her face with the
back of her hand. Turning her chin up she said, �I don�t want to play with you
anyway.�

Turning
around, her back stiff she rounded the bed that was situated in the middle of
the room and plopped down on it, face facing forward and her back to him.

Shaking his
head, he took a step forward but seeing her stiffen even more he stopped.
Sighing again he absently scratched his belly before turning round and walked,
out not seeing how she abruptly swivelled around, hand stretched out with his
name on her lips, her big sad eyes on the empty doorway.

Looking
into the other rooms on this side of the building he wondered where the heck he
would bunk. To tired to be picky he entered the next best thing which was a relatively small room
with barren walls, one dresser with a porcelain bowl of the likes he hasn�t
seen in a good eighty years and a carafe beside it against one wall opposite to
where the queen-size bed was. There was no window even though there where drapes
hung up.

The
prominent colours of the room were red and brown.

It was a
heck of a lot better than the shitty motel room he�d been staying at. Grabbing
a hold of the towel he jerked it loose and threw it over the stool next to the
bed and crawled onto it.

Stretching
like a cat he pawed the pillow before, with one swift movement, he burrowed between
the sheets. Yawning big he felt the bone weariness draw him under. His nose
twitched a little at the stale smell from the beddings but closing that sense off
it soon stopped bothering him.

Closing his
eyes he briefly thought about the girl not far from him.

To tired to
care he heard Penn return from where ever he had gone to. He vaguely heard the
delighted squeal of Drusilla following by a thumping noise but before his mind
could conjure up a vision of what was happening in the bedroom next door sleep
claimed him.

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The first
thing he noticed as he slowly drifted up from the deep sleep he had been in,
was the familiar smell of his dark princess around him; furrowing his brow he
could also detect something else. It had been so long that it took a while for
him to place it.

As he
gingerly stretched it all came crashing in on him � Drusilla smelling of Penn. PENN!
Meeting Penn. And the pressing fact that he couldn�t move and there was a weight on his chest!

Slowly � in
contrast to the sudden tension he felt � he opened his eyes and his vision
cleared up. He realized that he was
looking into grey eyes that were so close to his, that his eyes almost crossed
trying to meet them.

The blond
was perched on top of him and seeing that the chained youngster was awake he
inched his head back a little letting the smirk he�d been hiding come forth in
full force, his chest vibrating with the pleasure he felt.

Spike
jerked his hands, feeling the manacles dig into his skin above his head and not
for the first time he was glad that vampires didn�t need to breathe or the
weight on him would have choked him. Seeing the wickedly smiling blond above
him, a glint in his eyes, maim gim gulp and only one thought crossed his mind, Bugger.

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TBC�

AN: next chap � Spike gets�err�punished for his indiscretions, also we�re
getting closer to the whole reason that this fic came to be.

Ploka dot candy � my beta suggestion of my explanation of Polka candy as it
made her think of these stripes of paper one bought with dots of candy all over
it.

Polka candy � it�s my translation to the
Swedish candy named Polka
gris [gris
= pig, don�t ask], don�t know if the candy exist elsewhere nor
the English name for it. It�s made of a sugar paste which has colorant in it �
the most common; red and white � that is then twisted together and is let to
dry, hardening. It�s really good but a devil for your
teeth. It comes in bars, loly-pop and lil�bits.
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