Fearful Symmetry Chapter 6
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Chapter 6:
It wasn't supposed to be this difficult. It should have been easy to get between Spike and Darla. Of course in order to drive them apart, Angel had to get close to them, and that was proving to be the hard part.
Not that they were tough to find. In the last week they hadn't switched apartments and they made no move to hide when they went out.
The problem was that he couldn't exactly waltz right up to them and start trying to drive a wedge between them, he needed an excuse, a reason to talk to them. He'd assumed he'd have one. In his head it had gone down rather simply.
Either Spike or Darla would lead some poor soul into a dark alley to kill them, and then Angel would do his thing. He'd rescue the poor fool and have the perfect opportunity to speak to Spike or Darla.
The problem was that they weren't killing. It had been a week since they came to town, and he'd yet to catch either of them at it. And it wasn't as if either of them were subtle about killing. But the only body he came across was that of the man who had lived in the apartment before them. Other than that, their slates seemed to be clean. It was as if they had just decided not to kill people.
Which was ridiculous and impossible. They were vampires and they loved to kill people. There were even times when Angel still had the desire to kill. During those dark times it was only the soul that kept him in check.
But neither Darla or Spike had that to stop them. Unless. . . Darla had been recently human. It shouldn't make a difference, she should now be as soulless as any other vampire, but what if she wasn't? What if she had enough of a memory of regret to restrain her nature? What if there was still hope for her?
It was a ridiculous notion. There had to be bodies, Spike and Darla were simply being clever at hiding them. Maybe Darla was capable of some measure of self-restraint, but Spike? Never.
No, he just had to watch them long enough and he would discover what they were really up to.
But tonight watching them was especially hard. As if to further confound him, they had decided to go to the opera. Angel could only wonder what Darla was possibly offering Spike to get him to wear a tux and watch Salome. Unfortunately, his own experiences with Darla painted far too vivid a picture of the sort of bribery she might have used.
But what really made him seethe with jealousy was watching Spike stroll about with Darla at his side. She belonged on Angel's arm. Other men were supposed to look at him with envy.
And then there was the fact that not only was Angel not dressed for the opera, but he didn't have the cash on him to buy a ticket at the last minute. He was forced instead to sneak in the back and watch Spike and Darla from a hiding spot in the catwalk over the stage. And just to add insult to injury, Spike was obviously bored out of his mind, whereas Angel would have actually liked to see the show.
None of it was right. It was all out of place, and all Angel could do was continue to watch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dance of the seven veils was highly overrated in Spike's opinion. In fact he didn't see how anyone could classify the opera as music. Why hadn't he taken Darla out to a nice play instead?
One look at her was all it took to remind him of why the theatre wouldn't do. Theatre in LA was hardly a formal event, and as uncomfortable as Spike felt in his tux, Darla was magnificent in her gown.
She practically glowed in the white silk that clung to her every curve. Had Spike chosen the dress, he probably would have chosen black or red but he had a new appreciation for white. Against her pale skin the flimsy fabric gave the illusion that she was hardly wearing anything at all, and with her hair swept up, her neck was exposed in the most alluring way.
Besides he'd found a place that still had ballroom dancing to take her to after the show. He'd been too nervous and clumsy as a human to like dancing, but since he'd been turned he found he rather enjoyed it, and it wasn't often he got to show off.
So in the long run, this night out for Darla would be worth it. He just had to survive the opera.
As his eyes drifted about, something above the lights caught his eye. It took him a moment to be sure, but then he realized it was Angel, watching them. Not that he was terribly surprised. Angel had done nothing but stalk the two of them since they'd arrived in LA. That was just fine with Spike, because as long as they had Angel's attention, Darla seemed content to leave things be.
Her 'plan' as he understood it, was basically to play off of Angel's loneliness. Make him want to come to them. Spike thought that Darla didn't really have a plan but he wasn't going to complain since it meant that he got to spend his time with Darla.
The only part of her plan that he wasn't too fond of was the one part that did make sense. She'd decided that for the time being, they weren't going to kill anyone. If they did it would only remind Angel of his own guilt, and make him less likely to come to them. As much as Spike hated to admit it, he knew she was right. He'd spent enough time with the white hats in Sunnydale to know that Angel wouldn't be able to sit idly by while they were killing.
Or rather while Darla was killing, since he still had the chip restraining him. On the other hand, Spike was more or less used to drinking pig's blood so it wasn't much of a sacrifice for him.
But the one thing that bothered Spike about the arrangement was the implication that Darla was willing to give up bloodshed for Angel, even if it was only temporary. It made Spike wonder if even though her body was with him, her heart was with Angel.
On the other hand, there was a certain advantage to being the bloke her body was with. He glanced from Darla to Angel's hiding place in the rafters, and a plan to alleviate his boredom began to form.
Darla sat rather primly, one hand folded in her lap while the other held her opera glasses and both feet rested delicately on the floor. The skirt of her gown was slit on the side closest to Spike, revealing a rather nice bit of thigh, and he shifted a little closer to her and placed his hand on the exposed skin.
As he touched her, Darla turned to look at him, flashing him a small smile that promised him that there would be more when the opera was done. He smiled back at her, reassuring her with a look that was supposed to mean he just wanted the slight contact and he would be a good boy and wait. Eager to get back to watching the opera, Darla obviously bought his feigned innocence.
He let his hand linger there, allowing Darla to think he was happy and content. Once he felt her relax and was sure that she was no longer worrying that he would misbehave, he let his hand slide further up her leg.
This time the look she shot him was slightly annoyed and filled with warning, but he just smiled back at her as if he had no clue as to why she might be annoyed. But of course he knew Darla, and he knew there were certain things she would never tolerate. Making a scene in front of society was one of those things. It had always been important to her that the right people think the right things about her, and he knew that even though she would likely never see any of the people at the opera again, she would never start a fuss here. They had a private box, so no one but Angel could see what he was up to as long as he kept it subtle. She was completely at his mercy.
His hand continued its slow journey up her thigh. She tried to clamp her legs shut to deny him access, but he was able to slowly worm his fingers between her legs, until they touched the lace that covered her.
As he began to trace random patterns with the tips of his fingers, she began to tremble and her legs slowly unclenched. Her legs were still more or less together, but at least now he had room to work. But he didn't take advantage right away. He just let his fingers play across the lace until it was wet with her juices.
He looked back to where he'd spotted Angel earlier, and now he could clearly see two golden points glittering back at him with anger. He smirked, and continued to look right at Angel as he finally moved his fingers past the lace and gently plunged two of them into Darla.
Her lips parted and she let out a tiny gasp before she caught her lower lip between her teeth. She didn't look at him though. She was doing her best to act like it was the opera that had her entire attention. That was just fine with him, because the trembling of her muscles and the slickness of her channel were all he needed to know just how much she was enjoying his attentions.
His movements were slow and deliberate as he began to gently finger fuck her. Partly it was because he didn't want to draw too much attention to the two of them, but mostly it was because he wanted to draw this out. He had no idea how long it was until intermission, and he didn't want to end up with nothing left to do but watch the opera. Besides, building Darla up without letting her have any release was the perfect way to take out some of his frustrations at their current situation out on her. So he was careful to give her clit only the most cursory of attention, not wanting to risk her coming.
As he continued to tease Darla's pussy, her free hand had moved from her lap onto the arm rest of her chair, and as her knuckles turned white, Spike couldn't help but wonder if their cover would be blown by her snapping the thing off. Her body was completely rigid as she struggled to keep every muscle under control and stop herself from moving against his hand. He was rather impressed with her overall control, and he was wondering if he could push her a little farther along when the first half ended and the audience burst into applause.
He quickly withdrew his hand, and as he raised it to clap, he quickly sucked her juices off his fingers, making sure to shoot one last satisfied look towards Angel.
As the audience slowly rose to move into the lobby, Darla yanked him out of his seat. Before he could get his feet under him she had slammed his back against the wall in the small space between the arch of their box, and the curtain into the back of the theatre.
As soon as they were hidden from view Darla's mouth attacked his while her hand reached down to unzip his fly. With a couple of strong sure strokes, she had him at full attention. The next thing he knew she was all but climbing him as she pushed aside her skirt, wrapped one leg around his waist and took him inside of her.
Once he was over the initial shock of her aggressive acts, he decided the only gentlemanly thing to do was help her out. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her slightly so that he could switch their positions and press her back against the wall. Then he caught her mouth with his to muffle her moans.
During the show he'd been careful not to stimulate her too much, now he went in the other direction, making sure to hit her clit with his pelvic bone as he thrust into her. She was so wet and ready that it only took a couple such thrusts to bring her off. He rode out the hard quick orgasm that took her, and once it was done, he chose a more measured pace.
"Hurry up," Darla scolded him lazily.
"Why? Thought it we had . . . fifteen minutes," he managed to grunt out.
She let out a tiny moan before continuing. "Yes, but I don't. . . want to miss the start."
Missing the start of the second half sounded like a wonderful idea to Spike, until he realized that he might lose his erection once the singing started up.
"Right," he said as he quickened his pace. "Wouldn't want that."
selene2 made for me.Chapter 6:
It wasn't supposed to be this difficult. It should have been easy to get between Spike and Darla. Of course in order to drive them apart, Angel had to get close to them, and that was proving to be the hard part.
Not that they were tough to find. In the last week they hadn't switched apartments and they made no move to hide when they went out.
The problem was that he couldn't exactly waltz right up to them and start trying to drive a wedge between them, he needed an excuse, a reason to talk to them. He'd assumed he'd have one. In his head it had gone down rather simply.
Either Spike or Darla would lead some poor soul into a dark alley to kill them, and then Angel would do his thing. He'd rescue the poor fool and have the perfect opportunity to speak to Spike or Darla.
The problem was that they weren't killing. It had been a week since they came to town, and he'd yet to catch either of them at it. And it wasn't as if either of them were subtle about killing. But the only body he came across was that of the man who had lived in the apartment before them. Other than that, their slates seemed to be clean. It was as if they had just decided not to kill people.
Which was ridiculous and impossible. They were vampires and they loved to kill people. There were even times when Angel still had the desire to kill. During those dark times it was only the soul that kept him in check.
But neither Darla or Spike had that to stop them. Unless. . . Darla had been recently human. It shouldn't make a difference, she should now be as soulless as any other vampire, but what if she wasn't? What if she had enough of a memory of regret to restrain her nature? What if there was still hope for her?
It was a ridiculous notion. There had to be bodies, Spike and Darla were simply being clever at hiding them. Maybe Darla was capable of some measure of self-restraint, but Spike? Never.
No, he just had to watch them long enough and he would discover what they were really up to.
But tonight watching them was especially hard. As if to further confound him, they had decided to go to the opera. Angel could only wonder what Darla was possibly offering Spike to get him to wear a tux and watch Salome. Unfortunately, his own experiences with Darla painted far too vivid a picture of the sort of bribery she might have used.
But what really made him seethe with jealousy was watching Spike stroll about with Darla at his side. She belonged on Angel's arm. Other men were supposed to look at him with envy.
And then there was the fact that not only was Angel not dressed for the opera, but he didn't have the cash on him to buy a ticket at the last minute. He was forced instead to sneak in the back and watch Spike and Darla from a hiding spot in the catwalk over the stage. And just to add insult to injury, Spike was obviously bored out of his mind, whereas Angel would have actually liked to see the show.
None of it was right. It was all out of place, and all Angel could do was continue to watch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dance of the seven veils was highly overrated in Spike's opinion. In fact he didn't see how anyone could classify the opera as music. Why hadn't he taken Darla out to a nice play instead?
One look at her was all it took to remind him of why the theatre wouldn't do. Theatre in LA was hardly a formal event, and as uncomfortable as Spike felt in his tux, Darla was magnificent in her gown.
She practically glowed in the white silk that clung to her every curve. Had Spike chosen the dress, he probably would have chosen black or red but he had a new appreciation for white. Against her pale skin the flimsy fabric gave the illusion that she was hardly wearing anything at all, and with her hair swept up, her neck was exposed in the most alluring way.
Besides he'd found a place that still had ballroom dancing to take her to after the show. He'd been too nervous and clumsy as a human to like dancing, but since he'd been turned he found he rather enjoyed it, and it wasn't often he got to show off.
So in the long run, this night out for Darla would be worth it. He just had to survive the opera.
As his eyes drifted about, something above the lights caught his eye. It took him a moment to be sure, but then he realized it was Angel, watching them. Not that he was terribly surprised. Angel had done nothing but stalk the two of them since they'd arrived in LA. That was just fine with Spike, because as long as they had Angel's attention, Darla seemed content to leave things be.
Her 'plan' as he understood it, was basically to play off of Angel's loneliness. Make him want to come to them. Spike thought that Darla didn't really have a plan but he wasn't going to complain since it meant that he got to spend his time with Darla.
The only part of her plan that he wasn't too fond of was the one part that did make sense. She'd decided that for the time being, they weren't going to kill anyone. If they did it would only remind Angel of his own guilt, and make him less likely to come to them. As much as Spike hated to admit it, he knew she was right. He'd spent enough time with the white hats in Sunnydale to know that Angel wouldn't be able to sit idly by while they were killing.
Or rather while Darla was killing, since he still had the chip restraining him. On the other hand, Spike was more or less used to drinking pig's blood so it wasn't much of a sacrifice for him.
But the one thing that bothered Spike about the arrangement was the implication that Darla was willing to give up bloodshed for Angel, even if it was only temporary. It made Spike wonder if even though her body was with him, her heart was with Angel.
On the other hand, there was a certain advantage to being the bloke her body was with. He glanced from Darla to Angel's hiding place in the rafters, and a plan to alleviate his boredom began to form.
Darla sat rather primly, one hand folded in her lap while the other held her opera glasses and both feet rested delicately on the floor. The skirt of her gown was slit on the side closest to Spike, revealing a rather nice bit of thigh, and he shifted a little closer to her and placed his hand on the exposed skin.
As he touched her, Darla turned to look at him, flashing him a small smile that promised him that there would be more when the opera was done. He smiled back at her, reassuring her with a look that was supposed to mean he just wanted the slight contact and he would be a good boy and wait. Eager to get back to watching the opera, Darla obviously bought his feigned innocence.
He let his hand linger there, allowing Darla to think he was happy and content. Once he felt her relax and was sure that she was no longer worrying that he would misbehave, he let his hand slide further up her leg.
This time the look she shot him was slightly annoyed and filled with warning, but he just smiled back at her as if he had no clue as to why she might be annoyed. But of course he knew Darla, and he knew there were certain things she would never tolerate. Making a scene in front of society was one of those things. It had always been important to her that the right people think the right things about her, and he knew that even though she would likely never see any of the people at the opera again, she would never start a fuss here. They had a private box, so no one but Angel could see what he was up to as long as he kept it subtle. She was completely at his mercy.
His hand continued its slow journey up her thigh. She tried to clamp her legs shut to deny him access, but he was able to slowly worm his fingers between her legs, until they touched the lace that covered her.
As he began to trace random patterns with the tips of his fingers, she began to tremble and her legs slowly unclenched. Her legs were still more or less together, but at least now he had room to work. But he didn't take advantage right away. He just let his fingers play across the lace until it was wet with her juices.
He looked back to where he'd spotted Angel earlier, and now he could clearly see two golden points glittering back at him with anger. He smirked, and continued to look right at Angel as he finally moved his fingers past the lace and gently plunged two of them into Darla.
Her lips parted and she let out a tiny gasp before she caught her lower lip between her teeth. She didn't look at him though. She was doing her best to act like it was the opera that had her entire attention. That was just fine with him, because the trembling of her muscles and the slickness of her channel were all he needed to know just how much she was enjoying his attentions.
His movements were slow and deliberate as he began to gently finger fuck her. Partly it was because he didn't want to draw too much attention to the two of them, but mostly it was because he wanted to draw this out. He had no idea how long it was until intermission, and he didn't want to end up with nothing left to do but watch the opera. Besides, building Darla up without letting her have any release was the perfect way to take out some of his frustrations at their current situation out on her. So he was careful to give her clit only the most cursory of attention, not wanting to risk her coming.
As he continued to tease Darla's pussy, her free hand had moved from her lap onto the arm rest of her chair, and as her knuckles turned white, Spike couldn't help but wonder if their cover would be blown by her snapping the thing off. Her body was completely rigid as she struggled to keep every muscle under control and stop herself from moving against his hand. He was rather impressed with her overall control, and he was wondering if he could push her a little farther along when the first half ended and the audience burst into applause.
He quickly withdrew his hand, and as he raised it to clap, he quickly sucked her juices off his fingers, making sure to shoot one last satisfied look towards Angel.
As the audience slowly rose to move into the lobby, Darla yanked him out of his seat. Before he could get his feet under him she had slammed his back against the wall in the small space between the arch of their box, and the curtain into the back of the theatre.
As soon as they were hidden from view Darla's mouth attacked his while her hand reached down to unzip his fly. With a couple of strong sure strokes, she had him at full attention. The next thing he knew she was all but climbing him as she pushed aside her skirt, wrapped one leg around his waist and took him inside of her.
Once he was over the initial shock of her aggressive acts, he decided the only gentlemanly thing to do was help her out. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her slightly so that he could switch their positions and press her back against the wall. Then he caught her mouth with his to muffle her moans.
During the show he'd been careful not to stimulate her too much, now he went in the other direction, making sure to hit her clit with his pelvic bone as he thrust into her. She was so wet and ready that it only took a couple such thrusts to bring her off. He rode out the hard quick orgasm that took her, and once it was done, he chose a more measured pace.
"Hurry up," Darla scolded him lazily.
"Why? Thought it we had . . . fifteen minutes," he managed to grunt out.
She let out a tiny moan before continuing. "Yes, but I don't. . . want to miss the start."
Missing the start of the second half sounded like a wonderful idea to Spike, until he realized that he might lose his erection once the singing started up.
"Right," he said as he quickened his pace. "Wouldn't want that."
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Date: 2009-02-17 09:01 pm (UTC)This is a win-win-win for Spike. He's entertained, Darla's defenses come down a bit, and Angel gets tortured. Yahtzee! If Darla knows about Angel (I suspect she does), well, it helps her plan, too. Yummy.
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Date: 2009-02-19 04:49 am (UTC)