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On the Other Side
of Fate
Chapter 9
by Tami
Los Angeles, Wolfram & Hart
The three men were sitting around the conference table watching the surveillance tapes on the big LCD screen. On
the TV, the black and white image showed Donny-J dragging Drusilla with him. He was trying to walk with her against his hip and a hand over her mouth. He came into full view of the monitor, got into one of the cars and drove away.
“Bloody hell, he took the replacement Viper,” Spike groused.
“It wouldn’t have been a replacement if some bonehead didn’t drive the first one off the pier. What kind of half-brained idea was that?” Angel grumbled.
“It needed to be washed, there were demon innards all over the windshield,” Spike said defensively.
“That’s what the car wash is for!” Angel yelled.
“Hey! Can we get back to putting an APB out on the replacement that was stolen?” Seeley asked as he watched them argue. “What were the license plates on it?”
“Try ‘I’m a brooding bastard, who only cares for my precious wheels’,” Spike said sarcastically.
Seeley dropped his pen on the table, leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. The two vampires were not helping. Instead, they chose to argue over the issue.
“Whenever you two are finished, we’ll go find Dru,” Seeley said flatly.
“A-93-99-5,” Angel said as he glared at Spike.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Booth commented as he wrote the license number down.
Angel and Spike continued to stare daggers at each other, silently daring the other to speak with the prize of a fight while Seeley
jerked his cell phone out and alerted all precincts in the area to be on the look out for Angel’s stolen car.
Finishing the call, Booth snapped the phone shut and pocketed it, asking, “Do your cars have any sort of anti-theft device, like GPS or OnStar?”
“Yes, of course,” Angel answered without breaking eye contact with Spike. They’d even installed GPS on his original baby, the 1967 Plymouth convertible, he was driving before inheriting the
shiny, new
glass and chrome – as Spike insisted on calling Wolfram & Hart – and the umpteen cars in his carport.
“Is there any way we can set up a Laplink connection and track it on the road?” Seeley asked. He wanted to be sure everything was in order, despite knowing that Wolfram & Hart was a multifaceted law firm.
Angel finally broke eye contact with Spike and looked at Seeley. Combing his fingers through his hair apprehensively, he replied, “Yeah, you’ll get everything you need.”
The dark vampire punched the intercom on the phone. “Harmony!”
“Yes, bossy? Oops, I mean yes, boss?” her shrill voice sounded over the speaker.
“Get me the GPS coordinates of my Viper that was just stolen ,” Angel barked.
“Yes, boss,” Harmony replied.
Angel nearly broke the intercom button in annoyance when he shut it off. He rapped the knuckles of both fists on the conference table and leaned on them. Things were just starting to go well between the four of them. Drusilla was happier than he’d seen her in a long time and that little weasel kidnapped her in hopes of using her as leverage? His eyes hardened in anger at the thought. Angel hoped she didn’t kill him for his own stupidity. No, that wasn’t entirely true. He hoped that, when she did kill him for his foolishness, it wasn’t too messy. Angel looked up at Seeley when he felt the agent squeeze his shoulder.
“We’ll get her back, Angel. He was a fool for thinking he could take her. Even if she wasn’t a vampire
but was human instead . . . if you’re anything like me,” Seeley said with a smirk, “then, he just made the biggest mistake of his life. Aside from the three of us being on his case, I can’t see Drusilla being
very patient with him.”
Angel gave him an identical smirk in response and chuckled when Spike commented casually, “God, I hope she doesn’t leave a mess.”
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Los Angeles, in a Bates-Style Motel
Donny-J jerked the door open when the key gave him trouble for the fifth time before catching. He entered the room with a squeaking Drusilla, slammed the door behind them and threw her on the bed.
Drusilla moved onto the mattress and sat against the headboard, fussing with her ruined hair. Between the struggling and the criminal hauling her around like a sack for grain, her hairstyle lost some of its arrangement. She glared angrily at the small man pacing the room, mumbling to himself.
“It wasn’t supposed to go down like this,” Donny was saying to himself. “It was a bullshit charge; all I had to do was avoid the heat. That law firm is known for getting criminals off a rap. They were supposed to help me, not hang me.”
Drusilla clicked her tongue at her abductor. “Angelus shall be very cross when he finds out what you’ve done.”
Donny-J looked up at the girl. “Lady, I haven’t done anything. Who the hell is Angelus?”
She shook her head as she watched him. “You can’t hide in the catacombs forever. Your secret will slip through and then everyone will have a lovely party.”
“What are you talking about?” Donny asked with a confused expression.
Drusilla sat against the headboard with her legs curled under her and watched the man guilelessly. “There’s delicious evil all around you. It shines like the blackest sun. You cannot escape it no matter how hard you try. The knights are coming to string you up.”
Donny-J looked at her strangely. He thought her little girl speech was just a ruse when he saw her in Wolfram & Hart. He didn’t expect her to be completely crazy. His head fell back as he thought of the situation he got himself into now. In trying to get off a murder rap, he went to Wolfram & Hart and, when that FBI agent and the CEO were piling more charges against him, he got desperate and kidnapped what he thought was their most prized possession, only to find out the reason they were coddling her was because she was a complete loon.
“What’s wrong with you lady?” Donny-J asked as he continued to pace.
Drusilla just watched him. He was nothing like her daddy or Spike. From where she was sitting, the man who stole her away from her family didn’t look too confident in what he was doing. Humans never planned things out before they acted. It was a flaw in their race. She could even bet that he had no idea why he kidnapped her. Her stomach was starting to get all rumble-y and the annoying little man was getting on her nerves with his pacing.
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A Highway in L.A., Angel’s Necro-Tempered SUV
Angel was driving with Seeley in the passenger seat and Spike leaning in from the back seat. Spike was controlling the laptop that showed the image of the tracer on the Viper. Seeley had to break up that fight as well, by agreeing with Spike that Angel couldn’t drive and look at the monitor at the same time. To which Angel said that he wouldn’t trust Spike to give proper directions if his life depended on it. That pissed Spike off and the fistfight ensued . . . again.
So, here they were an hour later on the highway. Every time
Spike gave a direction, Angel repeatedly asked him if he was
sure about it.
Seeley became irritated by their
bickering and took over asking Spike where to turn.
“Is this how you are with everyone you rescue or is just Drusilla?” Seeley asked between directions.
“Wouldn’t be this way if Spike knew how to cooperate,” Angel grumbled as he drove.
“I cooperate. It’s not my fault you mistake yourself for a general,” Spike shot back.
“I do not think of myself as a general! I just have a purpose in life, unlike someone who follows in my shadow,” Angel said.
“Oh, right, I forgot that ever-loving Shanshu,” Spike scoffed as he returned his attention to the monitor.
“Yes, Spike, the
Shanshu, and trying to stop evil from taking over this plane of
existence, as well as trying to get Drusilla back. Your only
purpose in life is to piss me off,” Angel said angrily as he
gripped the wheel in frustration.
“Face it, Sire, without me your life would be boring,” Spike said.
“Without you my life would be more peaceful than it is now,” Angel countered.
Spike’s face fell at that and he frowned at the monitor. Angel felt the sudden change in mood and immediately regretted the words. Truth was, he missed Spike when he was burned up using the amulet Angel gave to Buffy to close the Hellmouth.
“Look, I’m sorry about what I said,” Angel said by way of apology.
“We’ve said worse to each other,” Spike grumbled.
“Are you two done yet? Or do we have to pull the car over so you two can have make-up sex before we get Dru back?” Seeley asked with a smirk reminiscent of Angelus.
Spike glanced down at the monitor with a grin and saw their target flash on the screen. “Oh, hey, there she is! Turn left a couple of blocks from here, Angel.”
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Los Angeles, in a Bates-Style Motel
Drusilla was finally fed up with the charade. While Donny-J had his back to her, she worked the tape on her bound wrists loose and pulled until the sticky substance gave away. When Donny-J turned around to face her, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw her standing right behind him. Then he focused at her face, saw her demon and cried out.
“What the hell are you?” he asked with a stutter just before she threw him against the wall, slapped her hand over his mouth to stifle the scream as she bit into his neck. Drusilla drained him and let him fall to the floor with a thud. She was dabbing at the corners of her mouth when the door burst open and all three men tumbled in.
They took in the scene: A shabby hotel room, questionable bedding and Drusilla perched against a well-worn dresser looking into the mirror as if she could see herself while she cleaned herself up. Then all three sets of eyes looked down at the body on the floor.
“What happened, Drusilla?” Angel asked as he walked around the corpse, examining her handiwork with a Sire’s critical eye.
She looked over at her daddy and then glanced down at the body, saying quite innocently, “I was hungry and he was upsetting the pixies.”
Booth groaned and ran a hand through his hair. He surveyed the scene with half an ear to Angel and Drusilla’s conversation. How was he going to explain this one to Cullen? Death by boredom of a Princess? He chuckled to himself as that brought the image of her on a throne yelling ‘Off with their heads!’
Drusilla sashayed over to the three men, daintily stepping around the body. “I knew my knights would come for me. He was a tedious bore. He tasted like oil.”
Angel groaned in frustration and Booth grimaced at the imagery.
On the other hand, Spike moved forward and lifted a tendril of Drusilla’s ruined hairstyle. “I would’ve killed him myself for disturbing one hair on your lovely head.”
Angel looked down at the body, snapped open his cell phone and called Wolfram & Hart’s new tactical team. When someone answered, he skipped the formalities and ordered, “Send the boys to . . . 8451 Willow Lake Avenue. I need a sweeper and carry-out.” With that, he snapped the phone closed.
Seeley pulled himself away from watching Spike and Drusilla nuzzle each other to address Angel. “So, what’s the best way to write this up? My aunt got hungry and killed her captor?”
Angel shrugged. “He’s still evading capture and should be considered armed and dangerous . . . or a wild animal attacked him and he crawled in here to die.” He chose that moment to glance at Spike and found the blonde in a lip lock with Drusilla. “Christ, Spike, can’t you wait until we get out of the scene of a crime?”
Spike moaned as he pulled away from Drusilla and she changed her goal to kissing along his throat. “There was a crime?”
Angel grabbed Spike by the back of the neck, pulled him away from Drusilla, who squeaked as she was left kissing the air, and tossed Spike out the door, “Let’s go, Romeo.”
Seeley moved in with a grin and kissed her. When she felt warm lips, she latched on, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. Angel rolled his eyes when he looked back to see if they were following him. Seeley picked her up and carried her out to the car.
Drusilla got into the SUV behind Spike and tackled him to the bench seat, covering him with kisses. Seeley looked at Angel through the passenger window and raised a brow before he opened the door and climbed in. Angel shrugged and jerked the gearshift into reverse.
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Los Angeles, Wolfram & Hart
By the time they got back to the safety of the law firm’s underground garage, Spike had the top of Drusilla’s chemise pulled down on one side, barely covering her nipple as he licked her blood-warmed flesh. Angel and Seeley got out of the SUV and Angel opened the door to the back seat.
“Spike, put her shirt back on and get out of the car!” Angel said irritably.
Spike pried himself out of Drusilla’s arms and helped adjust her clothes before getting out of the car and following his companions into the private elevator where Drusilla sidled up to Angel. She worked Angel’s shirt open, licking his exposed chest and throat. The doors opened and the dark vampire pushed her backward into the suite with Spike and Seeley following.
“Daddy, please!”
Angel groaned when he heard the begging. Deep inside, Angelus perked up at the plaintive sound. He circled his fingertip around the nipple dent in her shirt.
“Patience is a virtue, precious,” he said seductively.
“Lucky for her, she hasn’t been virtuous in a century,” Spike told Booth with a chuckle.
“I heard that,” Angel said over his shoulder.
Angel bent down and kissed Drusilla. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Setting her on her feet beside it, he instructed, “Close your eyes, Dru.”
While she did as he asked, Angel opened a bedside drawer and pulled out a blindfold. He turned her around and loosened her hair from the now-disheveled arrangement. Then he secured the blindfold over her eyes.
“Am I going to have to tie you down or can you keep from taking that off?” Angel purred in her ear.
“I’ll try,” she replied.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get these clothes off,” Angel said softly and proceeded to undress her.
Drusilla closed her eyes behind the
blindfold and tuned into the sensation of Angel’s fingers
caressing her skin as he removed her clothes. When she was
completely nude, he nudged her to get on the bed. She crawled
onto the mattress, wiggling her little ass, which earned her a
hard slap on a cheek.
“Center of the bed, on your knees,” Angel ordered.
Drusilla crawled to the appointed position and stood on her knees. She could feel her Sire’s eyes on her as well as Spike and Seeley. On display like this, she didn’t know what was coming, what the next touch would be, the next lick, the next sensation. Everything went still around her. She couldn’t see, but she heard Seeley’s heartbeat and she sensed movement, but didn’t know where any of them were without them talking.
“Daddy?” she inquired as the three men climbed on the bed around her. Angel didn’t answer and Seeley bit his tongue to keep from replying.
Drusilla moaned when she felt a hand brush her hair back and a cool tongue slid up her shoulder to her neck and teased her siring mark. That was Angel. He was the only one that could elicit a tremor from her by playing with the scar. She started to reach back to pull him closer when he grabbed her wrist, halting the movement.
“No touching, baby girl,” she heard his velvety whisper in her ear opposite the side he had teased her.
Drusilla whimpered in disappointment and then gasped when she felt lips around a hardened nipple and nibbling teeth. She tried to reach for the person, but her hand was grabbed just as she touched Spike’s stiff hair. She groaned in frustration when strong hands pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed her wrists. They were Seeley’s cuffs, but she didn’t know who put them on her.
“Blindfolded and handcuffed,” Angel said seductively close to her ear before licking her cheek.
Drusilla shifted, felt the cuffs slide against her wrists and whined, “Daddy!”
Just as that word was out, a hand moved
between her thighs and massaged her clit. The warm fingers were
definitely Seeley. They weren’t just warm; they were hot
against her aroused skin. Pulled back against her Sire’s chest,
she discovered that he still wore his shirt and pants. Then she
felt a cool hand creep down her flat stomach, the fingers
sifting through her coarse pubic hair to expose her clit to the
air and the human touch.
Drusilla felt another set of cool fingers turn her chin away from what was in front of her and then soft, cool lips touch her own. Definitely Spike, she recognized his kiss anywhere; soft, sweet, reverent and demanding all at once. He traced her lips with his tongue, parting them to slip inside. Angel wasn’t done with her, though. He tugged back on her thick hair, pulling her away from Spike and turned her head to kiss her. Spike’s growl of irritation was dim in her ears.
Drusilla cried out into Angel’s mouth when she felt a warm tongue slip inside her vagina. She didn’t remember when they moved. She broke the kiss and instinctively looked down even though she couldn’t see anything. She felt Seeley’s shirt graze her thighs as he shifted under her. Seeley thrust his tongue deeper and she threw her head back against Angel’s shoulder as she rocked her hips over Seeley’s mouth.
She felt a cool hand slide up along her ribs to cup her breasts. Spike was back. Drusilla reached out and tentatively touched his chest to find it bare. Then it hit her; Spike had to have straddled Seeley’s chest to get this close to her. Drusilla leaned closer to Spike and let out a squealing moan when Seeley moved to tease her clit with his tongue. Spike immediately kissed her to stifle the sound.
When she moved forward into Spike’s touch,
Angel pulled her back by the waist and Seeley wrapped his arms
around her thighs to hold her still while he continued his
sensual assault with his tongue. She bent forward, laying over
Seeley, blindly reaching for Spike’s cock, which he had ready
for her. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and wrapped
her lips around the head.
Her position allowed Angel access to her from behind. An Angelus-like smirk crept over his lips at the sight. He opened his pants and released his burgeoning erection. Angel watched as she took Spike’s dick into her mouth while he teased the head of his own cock against her wet center. When watching became too much, Angel tightened his fingers on her hip and thrust forward impaling her pussy on his shaft and rocking her forward onto Spike’s dick, eliciting a squeak from his baby girl.
When Angel pushed Drusilla forward, Seeley’s tongue went the opposite direction and, before he could stop, his tongue slid over her inner labia past her vaginal opening and along the underside of Angel’s shaft, causing the vampire to growl, but with Drusilla’s thighs on either side of his head, the sound was muffled.
Seeley went still. His mind reeled at the
implications of what just happened. One second he was teasing
Drusilla and feeling her squirm and the next, Angel had shoved
her forward over his tongue and he tasted the dark vampire’s
dick. The wheels in his head were starting to smoke as he
processed how it happened and why it didn’t bother him as much
as it should. Sure, he’d let Spike fuck him. But, this was
Angel and he looked like him! For some odd reason the
saying that stranger things have happened seemed an
understatement after the things he’d done this past week.
Above him, Angel went still when the feel of Seeley’s tongue sent a frisson of arousal through his dick and he slammed into Drusilla harder than he intended, making her cry out around Spike and the blonde vampire to yelp in surprise when he suddenly found his cock buried in his sister’s throat. Everyone stopped as if they heard the sound of the proverbial record skipping to a halt.
“Bloody fucking hell, Angel,” Spike said, stunned as he stared down at the crown of Drusilla’s head.
He slowly and carefully extracted himself from her mouth and tugged on her hair to lift her head up to see her face. Tears had formed from the sudden choking and he used his other hand to wipe away them away as they slid down her cheeks from under the blindfold. “Are you okay baby?”
Drusilla nodded and went back to licking his shaft. Spike rocked his hips, sliding the length of his cock over her tongue. From his position above Seeley, his movements ground his balls against Seeley’s hard length still encased in jeans and made the agent groan against Angel and Drusilla where they were joined.
Angel rocked his hips, thrusting into
Drusilla above Seeley’s mouth. He held her by the hips,
steadily pumping into her, when Seeley used his fingers to
massage her clit, which caused her to thrust back into Angel and
moan around Spike. While Seeley teased her clit, making her
movements more frantic, he bucked his hips up against Spike and
tentatively licked Angel’s shaft, becoming bolder with each
faint guttural sound he heard.
Angel growled, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, making Drusilla moan around Spike. The blonde vampire tightened his grip in her hair and directed her movement as he flicked his sight between watching her work his shaft and Angel’s determined expression. At this rate, with Booth bucking up against him, Spike was going to come soon.
Seeley massaged Drusilla’s clit faster until she was whimpering and pressing down against his fingers. Then he dropped his hand away, grabbed Spike’s waist and pulled him down to grind against his denim-covered shaft as he licked at the fluid dripping from her pussy. He faintly heard Spike groan and Angel growl since Drusilla must have contracted her inner muscles around Angel at his ministrations.
After a few minutes of Angel pounding into
her, Drusilla pulled away from Spike and wailed the arrival of
her orgasm just before her inner muscles strangled his dick.
Angel tightened his hold on her hips that was sure to leave
bruising marks and growled through his own orgasm. Some of
which, leaked out and dribbled on Seeley’s lips.
Booth hesitantly licked his lips clean and rolled the essence over his mouth, mentally judging the taste. He’d never tasted another man’s semen before. It was strange and, coming from a vampire, it was lukewarm at best. It wasn’t in his top ten flavors of all time. It tasted thick and chalky. I need a drink after this. A. Good. Stiff – no, not stiff! – drink.
Angel carefully extracted himself from Drusilla and helped her to move away from Seeley. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbed the key and unlocked the cuffs. Once her hands were free, Drusilla removed the blindfold and stretched her aching muscles before laying on the edge of the bed watching her boys.
With Drusilla taken care of and out of the way, Angel crawled around Seeley and moved behind Spike. Booth pulled himself up to lie back against the pillows and watched as Angel reached around and tightened his hand over Spike’s stroking fingers. He watched as Spike’s eyelids lowered and the expression of ecstasy crossed the handsome, angular features.
Angel whispered something in the blonde’s ear that he didn’t catch, but he heard Spike groan in response and saw him stroke faster. When he caught the younger vampire’s gaze, Seeley licked the residue from Angel and Drusilla off his lips as he rubbed his own shaft through his pants.
His eyes widened as he watched Angel nuzzle into Spike’s neck before he shifted to his demon and sank his fangs in. From Seeley vantage point, the more Angel drew on Spike’s blood, the closer the blonde was to coming. That knowledge set his own orgasm off, with Spike quickly following, covering both Seeley and the bedding.
Spike collapsed against Angel when he was finished and both vampires lay on the bed, replete. Seeley turned his head to check on Drusilla only to find her dozing. He couldn’t blame her after the session they just had. Then a thought hit him: He still had to call in the report on what happened with Donny-J. Too tired to search for his cell phone, he shrugged it off for tomorrow.
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