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iceminkI'm in major procrastination mode right now, but I'm going to at least gettin posting this chapter done. Especially since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cafedemonde wrote me such a wonderful drabble for my birthday.
Chapter 4:
Darla listened carefully before she entering the Hyperion from the sewers. She couldn't hear a thing. Angel's human workers weren't about, and if Angel was still awake he wasn't making any noise.
Quickly and quietly she made her way to Angel's room. It hadn't been easy to convince Spike to let her come here and she knew she wouldn't get a second chance. But this was important; she had to know what condition her boy was in and how much of Angelus there was to save. The only way she could think to do that was to access his subconscious through his dreams.
As she entered his room she studied his sleeping form. She could see several scratches and bruises on his chest. She smiled at that. He had obviously looked for violence elsewhere after their encounter, and that meant there was definitely hope for him.
He didn't look peaceful and it was obvious that his dreams were troubled, but she was going to fix that. Carefully, as she had so many nights before, she sprinkled a tiny bit of the Calynthia powder on his lips. Instinctively he licked them.
As she waited for the mystical powder to take effect, she undressed. Then she slipped into the bed next to him.
"Angel?" she asked softly.
"Darla?" he responded hopefully.
"That's right, baby. I'm here with you."
"I thought I'd lost you," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
"I'd never leave my boy," she told him as she began to kiss her way down his body.
By the time she reached his belly button, his hard cock was laying heavily on his stomach.
"God yes," he begged. "Suck my dick."
She smiled. In his sleep he was very upfront and honest about what he wanted. It was almost endearing.
"But you're not my boy," she said, letting the breath from her words tickle his cock. He moaned in protest. "Angelus is my boy, I'd do anything for him," she explained.
He only growled in discontent.
"Just let him out," she encouraged him. "Just let me talk to my boy and I'll suck you off."
He thrashed about as if he was struggling with himself, which she hoped he was. She began to kiss the skin on the inside of his thighs. His struggles increased, but there was still no definitive sign that she was getting through to her boy buried within Angel's subconscious. So she bit the tender flesh of his thigh. He cried out in pleasure and his hands clutched the sheets.
"If you don't suck my dick now, I'll tie you down until you beg for my cock in your mouth," he told her sternly.
Darla smiled in triumph. Angel said many dirty things to her when she had him under the influence of the powder, but he always asked or pleaded for what he wanted. Only Angelus would demand sex from her in that way.
Although what she wanted was to speak to Angelus, she didn't want to risk Angel re-asserting himself, so she curled her fingers around his thick shaft before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.
He moaned with pleasure and his hand tangled in her hair. She took her time, licking her way down one side of his cock before moving back up the other side. It wasn't until she'd licked every inch of him that she took him back in her mouth. Once again she started with just the head. Each time her head bobbed down a little lower and she took a little more of him until she had his entire length buried in her throat.
All the while he let out a stream of curses and endearments, praising her beauty and cruelty.
Her hand dropped between his legs and she palmed his balls giving them a gentle squeeze. He cried out as his fingers tightened in her hair, and to her great surprise he pulled her mouth off of him.
The next thing she knew, he had hauled her up the bed and had her on her back underneath him. This was a complete change from all of her other dream visits. Angel had always been passive, lying there while she guided and rode him.
His mouth crashed down on hers, and she surrendered herself to the onslaught of his tongue. Before she knew it, he had guided his cock to her entrance and was pushing his way into her. She wrapped herself around him, digging her heels into his ass and her nails into his back.
But despite the rough way he had thrust into her, now that he was inside her, he took her slowly, rocking in and out of her. Confusion swept through Darla, especially when he broke off their kisses to bury his face in her neck and sob her name.
But his strange behavior didn't matter, not when he was playing her body so perfectly.
"Missed you, need you," he moaned, and she could smell the salt of his tears.
It frightened her, this strange emotional side of her boy she had stumbled upon. But even if she had wanted to escape, she couldn't. He was holding onto her as if she was the only thing keeping him from falling into some abyss. And maybe she was.
Then she felt his fangs in her throat and this time she was the one crying out with pleasure as she came. She extended her own fangs and sank them into his throat, pulling him along with her.
Even after their climaxes had passed and their bodies stilled, they lay there, sucking gently, sharing blood for the first time in a hundred years. In that time his blood had changed. It was darker, richer, stronger, and laced with torment. As delicious as she normally found pain, she only wanted to end his.
"I tried to stop him," his voice cracked with emotion. "He killed you, my beautiful sire, and I couldn't stop him."
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now. I won't leave you," she comforted him.
His words erased any doubts she'd had that it was Angelus she was dealing with now, but still they confused her. She wasn't used to that kind of emotion from her boy. And for the first time she wondered if it was even possible to get Angelus back. If he hadn't been too fractured by his imprisonment. If Spike wasn't right and he was gone or crazy.
"You tried to destroy the world," she said. "Why? Why would you do that?" She was almost afraid of the answer.
"You were gone. You were never going to wear silk again. Or lie naked under the moon, or listen to a mother beg for her child's life. If you couldn't have those things, no one should. And I thought maybe. . . maybe I'd find you in hell waiting for me."
She had forgotten what a romantic her boy was, although usually he liked to express himself through actions rather than words. She was touched by the sentiment, but even so his next words shocked her.
"I love you so much."
She wondered if his sleeping mind registered the way she tensed momentarily in his arms. Those weren't words they spoke. That was the very first thing she had taught him. He had said such lovely things to her when she had first turned him, called her a goddess, said how much he loved her, and she had responded with beatings and cruelty.
But it was for his own good. She had had no intention of running away from him when she had first turned him, and she knew that the Master would never abide her new childe proclaiming his love for her. In fact had Angelus said the word 'love' in the Master's presence, Darla doubted he would have let them walk out of his sanctuary.
The Master had regarded love as a human weakness. Darla had been desired and treasured in his court, but never loved. And although she had loved her Sire, she never dared say so.
And even if there was a part of her still in mourning for the Master, she couldn't help but smile when she thought about what he would think about her new Sire who always wore his heart on his sleeve.
But that didn't mean that Darla could say the words herself. Angelus' heart might be laid bare by his dream state, but all of her defenses were still up.
"That's because you're my boy," was the best she could manage.
"The boy," he growled. "You have to keep him safe."
She was confused by his change of subject and had to remind herself that she wasn't controlling this dream as tightly as she had controlled the others. She wasn't trying to manipulate him, but to find out what was really happening to Angelus.
"Who do I have to keep safe?" she asked, hoping this would give her further clues to the level of Angelus' sanity.
"Spike," he said angrily. "He wants to kill him. Wants to kill you too, but he can't. He'll kill Spike though." The tone of his voice shifted from concern to anger. "Shouldn't have touched you. Shouldn't have taken you. You're mine."
"Shh," she stroked her hand calmingly down his chest. "Angel wants to kill Spike?" she clarified.
"Yes. Hates him. Hates what I want. Hates what I love."
As if to emphasize his point, Angelus tightened his hold on Darla. Had she still been human he probably would have crushed her. But Darla was more concerned with the jealousy that flashed through her.
Deep down, she had always known that Angelus loved Spike. It was one of the reasons she had been so cruel to Spike when he had been a fledgling. But it was one thing to suspect that the feelings between the two men ran deeper, it was another to hear it spoken with the same ease he had confessed his love of her only moments before.
It seemed cheep and easy, and she didn't want to be equal to Spike in Angelus' affections. She wanted. . . she didn't know. Her heart was a tangled mess. Being human again, even if only briefly, had made everything so complicated.
Why couldn't Angel simply have turned her? She wouldn't have given Spike a second thought then, and he wouldn't be there in her head, smirking at her while his clear blue eyes begged her for affection.
She couldn't even begin to understand her new bond with Spike, and it frightened her. She was afraid of the power it might give him over her. She had been free for so long, ever since Angelus had whisked her out of the Master's court.
Even when she had returned to the Master, it had been different. He was stuck in the Hellmouth and she had wielded much of the power in Sunnydale. If she bowed and scraped with the rest of them, she always knew she could walk out any time she chose, and he couldn't follow her. In Sunnydale she had been a queen.
What was she now? The consort to one vampire that couldn't kill, and dream lover to another that wouldn't.
She struggled free of Angelus' grasp. His honesty was more than she could bear right now. She ignored his protests and calls for her to come back as she threw on her clothes and rushed from the hotel.
cafedemonde wrote me such a wonderful drabble for my birthday.Chapter 4:
Darla listened carefully before she entering the Hyperion from the sewers. She couldn't hear a thing. Angel's human workers weren't about, and if Angel was still awake he wasn't making any noise.
Quickly and quietly she made her way to Angel's room. It hadn't been easy to convince Spike to let her come here and she knew she wouldn't get a second chance. But this was important; she had to know what condition her boy was in and how much of Angelus there was to save. The only way she could think to do that was to access his subconscious through his dreams.
As she entered his room she studied his sleeping form. She could see several scratches and bruises on his chest. She smiled at that. He had obviously looked for violence elsewhere after their encounter, and that meant there was definitely hope for him.
He didn't look peaceful and it was obvious that his dreams were troubled, but she was going to fix that. Carefully, as she had so many nights before, she sprinkled a tiny bit of the Calynthia powder on his lips. Instinctively he licked them.
As she waited for the mystical powder to take effect, she undressed. Then she slipped into the bed next to him.
"Angel?" she asked softly.
"Darla?" he responded hopefully.
"That's right, baby. I'm here with you."
"I thought I'd lost you," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
"I'd never leave my boy," she told him as she began to kiss her way down his body.
By the time she reached his belly button, his hard cock was laying heavily on his stomach.
"God yes," he begged. "Suck my dick."
She smiled. In his sleep he was very upfront and honest about what he wanted. It was almost endearing.
"But you're not my boy," she said, letting the breath from her words tickle his cock. He moaned in protest. "Angelus is my boy, I'd do anything for him," she explained.
He only growled in discontent.
"Just let him out," she encouraged him. "Just let me talk to my boy and I'll suck you off."
He thrashed about as if he was struggling with himself, which she hoped he was. She began to kiss the skin on the inside of his thighs. His struggles increased, but there was still no definitive sign that she was getting through to her boy buried within Angel's subconscious. So she bit the tender flesh of his thigh. He cried out in pleasure and his hands clutched the sheets.
"If you don't suck my dick now, I'll tie you down until you beg for my cock in your mouth," he told her sternly.
Darla smiled in triumph. Angel said many dirty things to her when she had him under the influence of the powder, but he always asked or pleaded for what he wanted. Only Angelus would demand sex from her in that way.
Although what she wanted was to speak to Angelus, she didn't want to risk Angel re-asserting himself, so she curled her fingers around his thick shaft before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.
He moaned with pleasure and his hand tangled in her hair. She took her time, licking her way down one side of his cock before moving back up the other side. It wasn't until she'd licked every inch of him that she took him back in her mouth. Once again she started with just the head. Each time her head bobbed down a little lower and she took a little more of him until she had his entire length buried in her throat.
All the while he let out a stream of curses and endearments, praising her beauty and cruelty.
Her hand dropped between his legs and she palmed his balls giving them a gentle squeeze. He cried out as his fingers tightened in her hair, and to her great surprise he pulled her mouth off of him.
The next thing she knew, he had hauled her up the bed and had her on her back underneath him. This was a complete change from all of her other dream visits. Angel had always been passive, lying there while she guided and rode him.
His mouth crashed down on hers, and she surrendered herself to the onslaught of his tongue. Before she knew it, he had guided his cock to her entrance and was pushing his way into her. She wrapped herself around him, digging her heels into his ass and her nails into his back.
But despite the rough way he had thrust into her, now that he was inside her, he took her slowly, rocking in and out of her. Confusion swept through Darla, especially when he broke off their kisses to bury his face in her neck and sob her name.
But his strange behavior didn't matter, not when he was playing her body so perfectly.
"Missed you, need you," he moaned, and she could smell the salt of his tears.
It frightened her, this strange emotional side of her boy she had stumbled upon. But even if she had wanted to escape, she couldn't. He was holding onto her as if she was the only thing keeping him from falling into some abyss. And maybe she was.
Then she felt his fangs in her throat and this time she was the one crying out with pleasure as she came. She extended her own fangs and sank them into his throat, pulling him along with her.
Even after their climaxes had passed and their bodies stilled, they lay there, sucking gently, sharing blood for the first time in a hundred years. In that time his blood had changed. It was darker, richer, stronger, and laced with torment. As delicious as she normally found pain, she only wanted to end his.
"I tried to stop him," his voice cracked with emotion. "He killed you, my beautiful sire, and I couldn't stop him."
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now. I won't leave you," she comforted him.
His words erased any doubts she'd had that it was Angelus she was dealing with now, but still they confused her. She wasn't used to that kind of emotion from her boy. And for the first time she wondered if it was even possible to get Angelus back. If he hadn't been too fractured by his imprisonment. If Spike wasn't right and he was gone or crazy.
"You tried to destroy the world," she said. "Why? Why would you do that?" She was almost afraid of the answer.
"You were gone. You were never going to wear silk again. Or lie naked under the moon, or listen to a mother beg for her child's life. If you couldn't have those things, no one should. And I thought maybe. . . maybe I'd find you in hell waiting for me."
She had forgotten what a romantic her boy was, although usually he liked to express himself through actions rather than words. She was touched by the sentiment, but even so his next words shocked her.
"I love you so much."
She wondered if his sleeping mind registered the way she tensed momentarily in his arms. Those weren't words they spoke. That was the very first thing she had taught him. He had said such lovely things to her when she had first turned him, called her a goddess, said how much he loved her, and she had responded with beatings and cruelty.
But it was for his own good. She had had no intention of running away from him when she had first turned him, and she knew that the Master would never abide her new childe proclaiming his love for her. In fact had Angelus said the word 'love' in the Master's presence, Darla doubted he would have let them walk out of his sanctuary.
The Master had regarded love as a human weakness. Darla had been desired and treasured in his court, but never loved. And although she had loved her Sire, she never dared say so.
And even if there was a part of her still in mourning for the Master, she couldn't help but smile when she thought about what he would think about her new Sire who always wore his heart on his sleeve.
But that didn't mean that Darla could say the words herself. Angelus' heart might be laid bare by his dream state, but all of her defenses were still up.
"That's because you're my boy," was the best she could manage.
"The boy," he growled. "You have to keep him safe."
She was confused by his change of subject and had to remind herself that she wasn't controlling this dream as tightly as she had controlled the others. She wasn't trying to manipulate him, but to find out what was really happening to Angelus.
"Who do I have to keep safe?" she asked, hoping this would give her further clues to the level of Angelus' sanity.
"Spike," he said angrily. "He wants to kill him. Wants to kill you too, but he can't. He'll kill Spike though." The tone of his voice shifted from concern to anger. "Shouldn't have touched you. Shouldn't have taken you. You're mine."
"Shh," she stroked her hand calmingly down his chest. "Angel wants to kill Spike?" she clarified.
"Yes. Hates him. Hates what I want. Hates what I love."
As if to emphasize his point, Angelus tightened his hold on Darla. Had she still been human he probably would have crushed her. But Darla was more concerned with the jealousy that flashed through her.
Deep down, she had always known that Angelus loved Spike. It was one of the reasons she had been so cruel to Spike when he had been a fledgling. But it was one thing to suspect that the feelings between the two men ran deeper, it was another to hear it spoken with the same ease he had confessed his love of her only moments before.
It seemed cheep and easy, and she didn't want to be equal to Spike in Angelus' affections. She wanted. . . she didn't know. Her heart was a tangled mess. Being human again, even if only briefly, had made everything so complicated.
Why couldn't Angel simply have turned her? She wouldn't have given Spike a second thought then, and he wouldn't be there in her head, smirking at her while his clear blue eyes begged her for affection.
She couldn't even begin to understand her new bond with Spike, and it frightened her. She was afraid of the power it might give him over her. She had been free for so long, ever since Angelus had whisked her out of the Master's court.
Even when she had returned to the Master, it had been different. He was stuck in the Hellmouth and she had wielded much of the power in Sunnydale. If she bowed and scraped with the rest of them, she always knew she could walk out any time she chose, and he couldn't follow her. In Sunnydale she had been a queen.
What was she now? The consort to one vampire that couldn't kill, and dream lover to another that wouldn't.
She struggled free of Angelus' grasp. His honesty was more than she could bear right now. She ignored his protests and calls for her to come back as she threw on her clothes and rushed from the hotel.
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Date: 2006-12-21 06:15 am (UTC)More soon.
And I really should write too. Just being super lazy.
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Date: 2006-12-23 07:41 pm (UTC)As for lazyness, it's this time of year, makes people lazy. Makes me lazy anyway.
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