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Dark Pleasures
Part 1
by Tami
“This can’t go on, Drusilla. It’s got to end,” Angel said a hint of pleading in his voice.
She tilted her head and reached up for a kiss. “Oh no, my pet,” she whispered in one ear and tilted her head to the other side, “This is just the beginning.”
She pulled away from him without touching him at all. He groaned when he saw the evil, seductive smile play across her lips as she walked away. Angel watched her leave, fighting the urge to follow her. After a moment, he turned and walked away in the opposite direction.
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Spike was not happy when he heard of her little excursion, especially when he knew who she ran into. Angel was the enemy, he said. Angel was not the Sire he once was, he said. Angel turned his back on them. Angel wanted nothing to do with them. Spike meant well, but she knew differently. She could smell the arousal emanating from Angel when she walked away from him in that park.
Drusilla moved stealthily through the night. Following her Sire’s scent, she found herself at the Bronze. She slipped into a dark corner and watched Angel order a drink. Then, she caught the Slayer’s scent and growled softly when she saw the small blonde girl walk up to her Sire.
“Hi,” Buffy greeted.
“Hey! I was hoping you’d show,” Angel replied.
Buffy noticed his drink and sounded surprised when she said, “You drink! I mean drinks, non-blood things.”
“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” Angel said.
“I believe that,” Buffy nodded.
Drusilla watched them as she moved closer until they were right across from her hiding place. She knew all too well the things her Angel refused to tell the slayer: his feeding habits, his favorite forms of torture, his desires; the extent of his sexual prowess. Drusilla was sure there was much more he withheld from the little girl. Things she herself knew firsthand. Things her Sire spent years perfecting on her.
“So, what did you do last night?” Buffy asked.
“Nothing,” he replied evasively.
“Nothing at all, you ceased to exist?” She asked mischievously.
“No, I mean I stayed in, read,” he said.
“Oh,” Buffy said and went back to the pool table without another word.
Drusilla watched as Angel stood there with a confused expression for a moment, and then followed the slayer. She watched them talk for a few more minutes before the Slayer left with a boy. When she left the Bronze, Drusilla walked close enough to Angel that he could sense her presence. Angel glanced at her as she passed by and caught the look in her eyes. The same bedroom eyes she had when she wanted something. Once she knew she had his attention, Drusilla floated out of the Bronze.
Angel watched Drusilla glide out of the club. He hadn’t seen her since their confrontation at the park. After a moment, he followed her, completely ignoring Willow’s offer to play pool with her and Xander. When he got outside, Drusilla seemed to have disappeared into thin air, leaving only a faint trace of her scent.
Angel wondered what she was up to. He walked home deep in thought over Buffy’s shrug off for some new boy named Ford. He had to find out what the deal was there. Something was off about Buffy’s new friend. Though, seeing Drusilla in the Bronze was a distraction.
Angel went into his basement apartment and shut the door. He headed for the fridge, got a blood packet and popped it in the microwave. A light breeze fanned his cheek and he turned to look, but saw nothing. Turning back to the microwave, he watched the packet turn inside.
“I know where you can find something better,” Drusilla whispered.
Angel turned towards the direction of the voice, but she wasn’t there. Then, he heard her tinkling laugh from the shadows. Abandoning the microwave for the moment, he followed the sound of her laugh.
“Dru? Come on out, baby girl,” Angel said softly.
He scanned the darkened room and settled on the corner adjacent from his bed next to his closet. Soon, a slippered foot stepped into the low light and then she was right in front of him wearing a white ankle-length gown. She moved closer and gazed up at him.
“Why are you here, Dru?” he asked as her hands slid up his coat to grab the lapels. “Did something happen to Spike?”
“Spike went out and I was bored,” she replied. Her gaze shifted to his neck and she licked her pouting lips. “You’re a naughty daddy, taking away my treat earlier.”
“I can’t have you feeding in my town, Dru. You know that. I have enough burdens on my conscience,” Angel explained.
“Burdens too heavy to bear on your shoulders,” she said. She stood up on her tiptoes and whispered, “My Angel shouldn’t have to hold such weight. You need to find a release.”
Angel watched her through lust-glazed eyes as she stepped back and looked at him. He took a step towards her. She took a step back. He stalked her until he had her back against the bed frame. Then, he leaned down and nibbled on her full lips, teasing her. She opened her mouth on a gasp of pleasure and he ran his tongue along the inside of her mouth. Drusilla arched against him and dug her nails into his arms.
He pulled back and looked down at her. “What do you want from me, Dru? I can’t give you Angelus.”
“You don’t know that. I do though. I’ve seen it. My Angel’s buried in there somewhere under all that soul. You taste bitter like almonds. All will be better soon.”
“You offered something better than pig’s blood, princess,” Angel reminded her, pointedly ignoring the discussion of his soul.
Drusilla raised her hand and caressed her fingertips along his cheek. Angel took her hand in his and kissed the palm. He licked a path to her wrist, pressing his lips against the place where her pulse should be, watching her with a smoldering gaze the whole time. When she turned her head and exposed her neck to him, he moved swiftly.
She let out a throaty squeak when Angel crushed her to him and mouthed her turning mark. She reached to unbutton his pants. He lifted her up to distract her from her goal. She was forced to wrap her legs around his waist, the movement hiking up her dress in the process. Her head fell back against the bed frame as he leaned down and latched onto a breast. His tongue and teeth teased the nipple through the fabric of her bodice.
“Daddy, please,” Drusilla panted.
Angel pushed away from the bed frame and laid her back on the bed. He continued to tease her breasts as he settled between her thighs. Then, he raised her skirts up past her waist and moved lower to press kisses on her stomach. When he got to her navel, he pushed her thighs apart and felt her fingers lace into his hair.
Drusilla squeezed her eyes shut and cried out when Angel nibbled on her clit. Her grip tightened in his hair and she arched her back. Shifting focus, he rubbed his tongue along her inner labia slowly. Every so often he licked over her clitoris with the flat of his tongue before moving to her labia on the other side.
Angel looked up her body to watch her reaction. There were many reasons for his choice in childer. The way they looked, together and apart. Spike challenged him and never backed down. Drusilla was a reminder of what he’d done in his past. She was proof of Angelus’ methods. Seeing her was revenge
enough for his past.
But there were good things as well: feeling her and watching her respond to him, even now that he had a soul. The way she writhed on the bed, the sound of her squeaky moans, the way she tugged on his hair, pulling him closer then pushing him back when the sensation became too much.
Angel pulled away to watch her as he massaged her clit with his fingers.
She gasped when he slipped his fingers inside her. The mewling sounds came when he moved them in and out while he licked and sucked on her clit.
“Daddy!” she screamed when she was ready to cum.
Angel removed his fingers and placed his mouth against her. He groaned as her fluids dripped into his mouth. Licking her clean, he reached down and unfastened his jeans to stroke himself, his fingers slick with her essence. Shifting to his demon visage, he turned and sank his fangs into the inside of her thigh. She bucked and shuddered at the sensation. He growled into the bite and came in his pants at the first taste of her sweet, familiar blood.
Angel took his fill of her before retracting his fangs and licking the wound. He sat back on his heels. Drusilla sat up and gazed at his mouth. It was red and wet with her blood. She slid down to sit on his lap and licked the blood off his mouth. He kissed her leisurely then pulled back.
“I can’t give you what you want, Dru. I wish I could,” Angel said regretfully.
“You will, my Angel, in time,” Drusilla gave him a knowing smile and stood up.
He stayed where he was, kneeling on the
floor, and turned to watch her walk out of his apartment on the
whisper of slippers across the cement surface. |
