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Queer	By : CallistoLexx Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. I don't own Angel, or the song. Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The song is "Queer" by Garbage off their first album, Garbage, ©1995
SPOILERS: None. Takes place in seasons 6/3.
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Poisonous Garden." Cordelia visits her brother.
PAIRINGS: Spike/Cordelia, Angelus/Faith/Cordelia
FEEDBACK: Please

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~~Hey boy, take a look at me
Let me dirty up your mind
I'll strip away your hard veneer
And see what I can find~~

Spike casually entered the Bronze, looking for the Slayer. Perhaps she was up for another risqué romp in the balcony. He knew his relationship with her was quickly moving toward the obsession that Angelus used to have toward her. Except his was only a desire to fuck her nearly to death, not to destroy her and the whole world while he was at it. At least the whole "sucking the world into hell" aspect of his Sire's personality had faded, as had most interest in the Slayer and the Scooby Gang. Except for when they even came close to thinking they had come close to a breakthrough in the search for the soul restoration spell.

None of the Scoobies yet knew how Angelus had come back. The ex-members of the Bat Pack had not figured it out, either, wherever they were. And Angelus wasn't about to let his secret out of the bag, and he held a tight enough leash on his two new childer so they couldn't tell anyone.

Spike let his eyes roam over the occupants of the club, his eyes searching for a petite faux-blonde. Instead his eyes landed on a tall brunette. A tall brunette vampire sitting all alone at the bar. He looked around and didn't notice their sire or sister. Maybe he could find out what happened to the Poof's soul.

"This is certainly a surprise, Cordelia," he said smoothly as he took a seat on the barstool next to her and ordering a beer. "It seems like Peaches rarely ever lets you or the other one out of his sight."

Cordelia glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Shouldn't you be screwing the Slayer?" she asked in a monotone voice.

"Is that the best you can come up with then, luv?" he asked, somewhat surprised. From what he had witnessed, she was usually wittier than that. He also didn't think anyone knew of his relationship with Buffy. "What's wrong, Delia? Left out of the bedroom?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but Angelus is angry with me, told me not to come home until tomorrow, if I wasn't dusted by the Slayer or the sun," she told him before downing the rest of her drink.

"Nice to see he still has a temper," he smirked. "What did you do...or not do?"

"You're certainly inquisitive today, aren't you?" she questioned. "If you must know, he got upset at me when I asked him to consider accepting you back into the family."

Spike looked at her, eyes widened in shock. "Why would you do that? He hates me, I hate him, and...I'm working with the Slayer now."

"Don't you mean on top of? Or under? Or behind, up on the balcony?"

"Funny. Very cute, that was."

"He doesn't hate you, not really. He's just holding a bit of a grudge...anyone would after getting knocked out by a faux invalid," she commented. "Despite all that, you're still family and we need to be together. He's working on finding Drusilla, but the little whack job is proving hard to locate. And Darla...well, none of us care about her much. But odds are where we find Dru, we'll find Darla."

"Have you been drinking tainted blood? Maybe some crack addicts?" He was starting to think she actually had. Maybe that's why she was avoiding eye contact.

"Look," she said, jabbing a finger into his chest as she finally turned to face him, revealing a large, dark bruise around her eye. "I'm being nice to you! I'm keeping Angelus from hurting you because you're only half a vamp! I'm effectively doing you a favor."

"Did Angelus do that to you, pet?" Spike asked, his eyes widening. He wouldn't have expected that from the bloody bastard. Though now that he thought about it, it didn't seem all that out of sorts considering the way he controlled her and Faith.

"Maybe, maybe not," was her answer. "I need a place to crash until tomorrow night."

"So you came to me?" he replied with a nod.

"Actually, it was you who came to me," she pointed out. "Probably thinking you could get me to give you an answer about how our darling Sire lost his soul."

"You can crash at my crypt tonight," he told her.

"In return for the information, or because I'm family? Family who defended you, by the way."

"The second one, I guess," he answered. "Of course, the first one would be a nice bonus."

Cordelia stood up and rubbed herself against his back. "I think we're both going to have fun," she whispered in a husky tone. She slowly ran her hand down his chest before stopping to rub along his hardening shaft. "I make sure people understand how...grateful...I can be."

Spike arched his eyebrow as finished off his beer. This was certainly an interesting change of attitude for her. On the one hand, he was horny and the Slayer wasn't around, but on the other Angelus would most likely skin him alive and castrate him if he were to do anything to Cordelia without his permission.

"Don't worry...I'll make sure that Angelus knows that it was my idea...he won't do anything to you," she whispered in his ear, running her tongue lightly across the lobe.

"Then let's go, pet," he said smoothly, standing up. Horny definitely won out.

~~The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer~~

They barely made it inside Spike's crypt before Cordelia had Spike pinned against the wall, her tongue plundering his mouth, her hips grinding into his. She moved her hands up, one firmly on his back, holding his body to hers, the other hand entangled in his hair, keeping his lips steady on hers. She slowly began to walk backwards towards Spike's bead, propelling him forward with her, stopping only when she felt the edge of the bed against the backs of her legs.

She quickly shed him of his leather jacket and shirt, running her cool hands lightly over his muscles, her long nails scraping over his skin until her hands came to the waistband of his jeans. She slowly began to unfasten them as she ran her mouth down his chest and abdomen, playing along his body as she pulled the zipper down with her hands, allowing the rough material to drop to the floor.

She stroked his hard length with her hand, her thumb running over the tip. She glanced up at Spike's face with a feral smile before engulfing him with her mouth, her tongue running over the sensitive skin as she used one hand to stroke the length that wasn't in her mouth. Her free hand worked on untying his boots.

Spike could see why their Sire liked the chit so much. Not only was she great with her mouth, but when she was turned on, hell, even when she wasn't, she was radiating pure sex. He could feel her experience. He wondered if Angelus had her do this often. Probably, he decided. The thought of the elder vampire pushing the ex-cheerleader to her knees, unfasten his pants, and thrust into her mouth caused Spike to harden even further. He knew that Angelus was never gentle in sex, and, he admitted, he knew well how hard the master vampire liked to play. He ran his hands through her long, dark hair, holding her head as he began to thrust into his mouth. He felt her throat relax, accepting him in.

Cordelia reached up and disentangled his hands from her hair and swiftly spun him around and pushed him down onto the bed, taking him by surprise. She gave his wet cock a hard, long pump with her hand. "I'll finish with you soon," she said softly, placing a kiss on its head, her tongue making a quick swipe to lick up the pre-cum that was dribbling out of it. She knelt down and removed Spike's boots, socks, and jeans.

~~This is what he pays me for
I'll show you how it's done
You learn to love the pain you feel
Like father like son~~

Spike watched as she removed her own clothes, slowly baring her full breasts topped with pebble hard nipples. He watched as her hands drifted lower, undoing the zipper on her skirt and pushed the tight leather down her legs, revealing her well-trimmed mound.

She crawled up onto the bed over him, straddling his body. She took his mouth in a hard kiss; her tongue waging a battle with his as she teasingly rubbed her wet pussy along his cock, causing them both to lightly moan. His hands ran up her legs, over her ass, and on up to her back.

"I'm going to show you just how grateful I can be, how grateful I am," she whispered against his lips as she impaled herself on his hard length, squeezing her muscles on the way down. She began a slow, thrusting rhythm, moaning in pleasure with each thrust as the elder vampire filled her.

Spike braced his hands along the young vampiress' back and flipped them over, taking her by surprise. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to pound into her harder. Her back arched as he pinched and pulled at her hard nipples. Her nails scratched down his back as her body crashed into orgasm.

He smiled as he shifted into game face, his fangs elongating. He continued to pound into her as his fangs pierced her chest allowing her blood to enter his mouth. He gave two more hard thrusts before spilling his cool, dead seed into her. He retracted his fangs and licked at the rapidly healing wound.

He pulled out of her and moved to lie by her side on the bed. "That was certainly..."

"Better than the slayer?" Cordelia finished with a laugh.

"I was going to say 'filled with gratitude,'" he replied. "But yours might fit."

She considered that and nodded her head. That was probably all she was going to get from the Slayer-obsessed one. "Fine, go to sleep."

~~The queerest of the queer
Hide inside your head
The blindest of the blind
The deadest of the dead
You're hungry `cause you starve
While holding back the tears
Choking on your smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer~~

~~I know what's good for you...
You can touch me if you want
I know you're dying to...
You can touch me if you want
I know what's good for you...
You can touch me if you want
But you can't stop~~

Spike awoke later that day, shortly before sunset, with Cordelia looking at him. "What?" he questioned.

"Nothing," she replied, studying his face. "Why don't you want to come back into the family? Is it all because of Angelus' last foray into Sunnydale?"

He groaned and flipped over onto his stomach. "That's some of it," he consented to answer.

"He's different now. Not bent on ending the world, sucking it into hell, destroying Buffy," she told him. "And let me guess, the second part is your pesky Slayer-obsession? The same one that made our dear, darling Sire somewhat...insane last time?"

"Is this the point where I can say I am not amused?"

"Go ahead, I don't care. Just remember, I know what you want," she moved to straddle his ass, her hands working on giving him a backrub. "I know what you like, what you don't like. I know that if you rejoin the family you will be happy. In any form, there's nothing like the vampiric family being together...in the same city, same house, same bed."

Spike rolled his eyes, she was right about the family. It was something he had worked hard to ignore, just like his bond with Angelus, hell, even his bond with his Sire's two new childer, his sisters. It was easier to ignore when they weren't in the same town. But after this past night, it would be even harder to ignore. He swiftly rolled onto his back and thrust up into unsuspecting, horny vampiress, his hands moving to grasp her hips.

She leant down, her lips just millimeters away from his. "I take it you remember what that's like to be a family," she whispered, thrusting down onto him. "You remember it and you miss it. Anyone would, no matter how long it's ignored."

"This means nothing, Delia," he replied, pulling her head closer to his, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. "Its just sex."

"Whatever gets you through your unlife," she chuckled, speeding up their rhythm.

Spike felt himself moving closer to climax and moved his hand between her folds and pinched her clit. She broke into her own, screaming orgasm, the all-too tight squeezing of her muscles sending him over the edge, spilling himself into her. She looked down at him with a knowing smile. "It's just sex," he reiterated.

"Whatever you say. It's time for me to leave anyway," she said, getting off the bed and carefully redressing herself. "But first I just want to say, think about it. Think about your family, about your bloodlines. Consider coming back to us, William. I'll work on Angelus, you work on yourself."

She reached over the bed and pulled him into a hard, passionate kiss. She gave him one of her by-now trademark feral smiles and left the crypt.

~~The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
You're nothing special here
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer~~

Cordelia entered the Crawford Street Mansion, where Angelus and his family once again lived. She walked into the living room where her Sire was lying nude on a chaise lounge with her equally nude sister riding him.

"You reek of my boy," Angelus commented as he looked at his elder childe. "I take it your...negotiations with my childe went well."

"They're getting there," she said as she walked over to the two vampires. She gave her sister a kiss and ran a hand down her back as she knelt down. "I think I may have to see him another time or two to get him to relent. But I can see he's considering it."

Angelus smiled and caressed her face, his thumb lightly running over the fading bruise, a silent symbol of consent. "So he fell for it?"

"Hook, line, and sinker, Angelus," she grinned. "He believes you got mad at me and hit me and kicked me out to see the sunrise. He'll be back in our family by the end of the month, I'm sure. I'll convince him. From what you've said, he's always had the compulsion to be a protector. He'll feel the need to protect the innocent, young childer you've created. Your family will soon be as you want it. Be as we all want it."

~~I know what's good for you
I know you're dying to
I know what's good for you
I bet you're dying to
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me
You can touch me
But you can't stop~~

The End
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