Fearful Symmetry Chapter 11
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iceminkHere's the next chapter, and I've actually gone back and added this story to my memories, so you can find the other chapters here.
Chapter 11:
It was the gentle rocking of the mattress that slowly woke Angel; his senses coming alive one by one. First there was the pleasant feeling that came after having slept well for the first time in long while. There was the warm scent of his family and sex everywhere and a heavy feeling in his balls that spoke of a night well spent.
It was the sound of grunts that caused him to move past this pleasant lethargy and open his eyes. As he blinked the sleep away, he looked over to see Spike on top of Darla.
The previous nights events washed over him. Being forced to surrender, and having done so, being free to enjoy the hands and mouths that claimed his body. But now Angel realized that although he could tolerate the two of them when he was in the center of things, he couldn't stand them acting as if he wasn't even there.
Angel growled, but the two vampires were too wrapped up in each other to notice that he was awake.
That's when Angel decided this thing between Spike and Darla had gone far enough. The boy had no right to Darla and it was time he learned it. The only problem was that Angel was incredibly distracted by the rise and fall of Spike's ass as he fucked Darla.
A wicked smiled curved Angel's lips as a plan came to mind. If Spike wanted Darla, well he better learn what he was getting himself into. There was more to Darla than nice presents and a willing body. It was for Spike's own good that he learn just exactly who it was he was bedding, and the sooner that happened, the better.
Angel quickly reached for the bottle of lube from the night before, and trying to draw as little notice as possible, coated his cock with the slick substance.
Then Angel moved with all the speed of a vampire, rolling to his knees, and positioning himself behind Spike. That finally got the two lovers' attention, but it was too late, Angel had the head of his cock pressed against Spike's ass.
He only had to push forward the slightest amount and Spike was helpless to override his need to keep sliding in and out of Darla. He didn't have the will to stop, and so he impaled himself on Angel's cock.
Angel whimpered as Spike's tight silky channel engulfed him. For a moment he almost abandoned his plan and thought about just enjoying the singular pleasure that was Spike's ass.
Then he saw the tiny red lines where Darla's nails had clawed at the skin of Spike's back. Angel's jealous anger returned. Darla had no more right to mar Spike's perfect skin than Spike had any right to her body.
Angel was only half aware that his demon had come out until he leaned forward and whispered in Spike's ear, "You're still mine, boy." Then he sank his fangs into the hard cords of Spike's neck.
There was no hope for Spike from that point. Angel's possessive words, along with the penetration of his fangs and cock were more than Spike could bear.
Spike cried out as the orgasm took him shooting his seed into Darla. Angel quickly withdrew his fangs and with a Herculean act of will managed to pull himself out of Spike and roll out of the way of the oncoming storm.
Spike's body was still quivering with pleasure when Darla lashed out, her fist catching Spike in the jaw and sending him reeling back off the bed.
Angel had to repress a smile. Darla could be as passionate a lover as a man could want, but there were rules that had to be followed, and breaking them was a risky thing.
"Ow," Spike complained as he picked himself off the floor on unsteady legs. "What the hell was that for?"
"Do you think I'm your whore?" Darla asked her human features slipping away to be replaced by the demon.
Angle felt a little guilty then. Not for Spike. Spike deserved whatever he got. But he couldn't help wonder if the demon was coming out not from anger, but because somewhere deep inside Darla there was still a frightened girl who'd been forced to sell herself to survive.
"Of course not, pet," Spike answered confused. "Darla, luv, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? You seem to think I'm here for nothing but your pleasure," she snarled. "Is that why you turned me? You got bored of that other blonde tramp? Thought if you sired me I'd be so grateful I'd do whatever you wanted?"
Angel wondered how much of the accusation and hurt in her voice was real, and how much was for show. She had to know on some level that it was only Angel's interference that had brought Spike to completion and caused him to break her own personal golden rule: you never come before she was satisfied.
Spike knelt on the bed in front of her, cupping her cheek in one hand. "You know better than that. I did it because you asked, because I couldn't let you die, because you're family." Spike's seriousness was replaced by his more usual irreverent tone. "And oh yeah, because you're the finest piece of ass on either side of the pond. Now tell me what's wrong," he added with a hint of annoyance.
Darla looked down with embarrassment as her demon face slipped away. "Nothing."
Angel wanted to yell, or maybe hit something. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go. Darla was supposed to string Spike up. Hang him from the ceiling, bind his dick, and keep him in a state of perpetual arousal for days until his cock and balls were purple and he was begging for her to allow him any kind of release.
Instead Spike turned her face back up to his. "None of that now. I did something to hurt you. Tell me what I did?"
"You came before she did!" Angel exploded. He couldn't bear to watch the tender scene anymore. Vampires didn't have tender scenes, they had torture sessions.
Two sets of eyes, one green one blue settled on him, and Angel felt as if he'd grown a second head. The Spike laughed.
"Is that what this is about? Oh, pet, I may have gotten a bit 'distracted' but you know I'll take care of you. In fact," he took her wrists and slowly pushed her backwards until she was on her back with her hands held above her head. "Maybe I should tie you down. Make sure you don't go anywhere until I'm done feasting on you."
Darla whimpered and wriggled underneath Spike, making it clear that she liked that idea.
"That's enough," Angel barked, drawing their attention back to him. He couldn't stand being ignored like this. But now that he had their attention he didn't know what to say.
"Think it's time for you to go, mate," Spike said.
"You can't kick me out," Angel said. Spike was only his grand-childe, he had no authority over Angel. He looked to his own Sire, thinking that there was no way Darla would turn him away, not after she'd gone through so much trouble to bring him here.
"I think Spike's right," Darla said. "You're just spoiling everyone's fun. Even your own," she added nodding towards his cock which had begun to soften ever since Darla had forgiven Spike.
She might as well have slapped him in the face. He knew he shouldn't be surprised. After all Darla had tossed him out before, but he had clung to the words she had said when she first came back. God doesn't want you, but I still do.
Even that wasn't true anymore. As Angel looked back on Darla's behavior ever since Spike had turned her, he realized that it was always Angel that had pursued her. Except for that one night she had crept into his bed and dreams, she'd shown no interest in him.
Had that been his pity good-bye fuck? Was he just like the scientist he'd saved the night before–trying to hold onto a woman who had moved beyond him?
And why did it matter so much? She was a vampire, she should be nothing more than one more demon to destroy. And yet her rejection stung every bit as much as it had a hundred years ago.
He quickly gathered up his clothes. He was too confused to fight for something he couldn't find a good reason to want.
As he closed the apartment door behind him, he realized that he did want her. More than anything he wanted some of that same tenderness she'd shown towards Spike. If he didn't know better, if he didn't know she wasn't capable of it, he would have called it love.
But Darla had never loved anything in her life. How could she possibly love Spike? But if she could love, then why didn't she love Angel?
As for Spike, he was a different matter. Spike obsessively adored whatever crossed his path. It could hardly be called love.
But what if it was? What if Darla had never loved Angelus because he was incapable of loving her back. What if he was the damaged one, the one that wasn't capable of love, and all this time he'd been trying to force every other demon to conform to Angelus' mold?
Suddenly he found himself doubting every emotion he'd ever held. Had he really loved Buffy, or had he just loved being the center of her world? No, that at least was real. If it hadn't been, Angelus would never have been so single-mindedly obsessed with destroying her.
Angel suddenly found himself remembering that horrible night in Sunnydale High when two ghosts had possessed him and Buffy. He remembered how Angelus had tried to purge the feeling of love out of himself afterward.
He had never let himself admit until now that those feelings had so disgusted Angelus not because they were alien, but because they were so familiar and so tempting. It was a revelation that threatened to bring Angel's whole sense of self crashing down around his head. If even Angelus was capable of love, then. . .
For a just a moment he thought about barging back in, demanding that Darla and Spike take him back. Then he remembered, he was only here because of the deal he'd made with Darla. He wasn't supposed to want to be here at all.
He left heading back to the hotel, for once wishing that all those rooms weren't so empty.
Chapter 11:
It was the gentle rocking of the mattress that slowly woke Angel; his senses coming alive one by one. First there was the pleasant feeling that came after having slept well for the first time in long while. There was the warm scent of his family and sex everywhere and a heavy feeling in his balls that spoke of a night well spent.
It was the sound of grunts that caused him to move past this pleasant lethargy and open his eyes. As he blinked the sleep away, he looked over to see Spike on top of Darla.
The previous nights events washed over him. Being forced to surrender, and having done so, being free to enjoy the hands and mouths that claimed his body. But now Angel realized that although he could tolerate the two of them when he was in the center of things, he couldn't stand them acting as if he wasn't even there.
Angel growled, but the two vampires were too wrapped up in each other to notice that he was awake.
That's when Angel decided this thing between Spike and Darla had gone far enough. The boy had no right to Darla and it was time he learned it. The only problem was that Angel was incredibly distracted by the rise and fall of Spike's ass as he fucked Darla.
A wicked smiled curved Angel's lips as a plan came to mind. If Spike wanted Darla, well he better learn what he was getting himself into. There was more to Darla than nice presents and a willing body. It was for Spike's own good that he learn just exactly who it was he was bedding, and the sooner that happened, the better.
Angel quickly reached for the bottle of lube from the night before, and trying to draw as little notice as possible, coated his cock with the slick substance.
Then Angel moved with all the speed of a vampire, rolling to his knees, and positioning himself behind Spike. That finally got the two lovers' attention, but it was too late, Angel had the head of his cock pressed against Spike's ass.
He only had to push forward the slightest amount and Spike was helpless to override his need to keep sliding in and out of Darla. He didn't have the will to stop, and so he impaled himself on Angel's cock.
Angel whimpered as Spike's tight silky channel engulfed him. For a moment he almost abandoned his plan and thought about just enjoying the singular pleasure that was Spike's ass.
Then he saw the tiny red lines where Darla's nails had clawed at the skin of Spike's back. Angel's jealous anger returned. Darla had no more right to mar Spike's perfect skin than Spike had any right to her body.
Angel was only half aware that his demon had come out until he leaned forward and whispered in Spike's ear, "You're still mine, boy." Then he sank his fangs into the hard cords of Spike's neck.
There was no hope for Spike from that point. Angel's possessive words, along with the penetration of his fangs and cock were more than Spike could bear.
Spike cried out as the orgasm took him shooting his seed into Darla. Angel quickly withdrew his fangs and with a Herculean act of will managed to pull himself out of Spike and roll out of the way of the oncoming storm.
Spike's body was still quivering with pleasure when Darla lashed out, her fist catching Spike in the jaw and sending him reeling back off the bed.
Angel had to repress a smile. Darla could be as passionate a lover as a man could want, but there were rules that had to be followed, and breaking them was a risky thing.
"Ow," Spike complained as he picked himself off the floor on unsteady legs. "What the hell was that for?"
"Do you think I'm your whore?" Darla asked her human features slipping away to be replaced by the demon.
Angle felt a little guilty then. Not for Spike. Spike deserved whatever he got. But he couldn't help wonder if the demon was coming out not from anger, but because somewhere deep inside Darla there was still a frightened girl who'd been forced to sell herself to survive.
"Of course not, pet," Spike answered confused. "Darla, luv, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? You seem to think I'm here for nothing but your pleasure," she snarled. "Is that why you turned me? You got bored of that other blonde tramp? Thought if you sired me I'd be so grateful I'd do whatever you wanted?"
Angel wondered how much of the accusation and hurt in her voice was real, and how much was for show. She had to know on some level that it was only Angel's interference that had brought Spike to completion and caused him to break her own personal golden rule: you never come before she was satisfied.
Spike knelt on the bed in front of her, cupping her cheek in one hand. "You know better than that. I did it because you asked, because I couldn't let you die, because you're family." Spike's seriousness was replaced by his more usual irreverent tone. "And oh yeah, because you're the finest piece of ass on either side of the pond. Now tell me what's wrong," he added with a hint of annoyance.
Darla looked down with embarrassment as her demon face slipped away. "Nothing."
Angel wanted to yell, or maybe hit something. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go. Darla was supposed to string Spike up. Hang him from the ceiling, bind his dick, and keep him in a state of perpetual arousal for days until his cock and balls were purple and he was begging for her to allow him any kind of release.
Instead Spike turned her face back up to his. "None of that now. I did something to hurt you. Tell me what I did?"
"You came before she did!" Angel exploded. He couldn't bear to watch the tender scene anymore. Vampires didn't have tender scenes, they had torture sessions.
Two sets of eyes, one green one blue settled on him, and Angel felt as if he'd grown a second head. The Spike laughed.
"Is that what this is about? Oh, pet, I may have gotten a bit 'distracted' but you know I'll take care of you. In fact," he took her wrists and slowly pushed her backwards until she was on her back with her hands held above her head. "Maybe I should tie you down. Make sure you don't go anywhere until I'm done feasting on you."
Darla whimpered and wriggled underneath Spike, making it clear that she liked that idea.
"That's enough," Angel barked, drawing their attention back to him. He couldn't stand being ignored like this. But now that he had their attention he didn't know what to say.
"Think it's time for you to go, mate," Spike said.
"You can't kick me out," Angel said. Spike was only his grand-childe, he had no authority over Angel. He looked to his own Sire, thinking that there was no way Darla would turn him away, not after she'd gone through so much trouble to bring him here.
"I think Spike's right," Darla said. "You're just spoiling everyone's fun. Even your own," she added nodding towards his cock which had begun to soften ever since Darla had forgiven Spike.
She might as well have slapped him in the face. He knew he shouldn't be surprised. After all Darla had tossed him out before, but he had clung to the words she had said when she first came back. God doesn't want you, but I still do.
Even that wasn't true anymore. As Angel looked back on Darla's behavior ever since Spike had turned her, he realized that it was always Angel that had pursued her. Except for that one night she had crept into his bed and dreams, she'd shown no interest in him.
Had that been his pity good-bye fuck? Was he just like the scientist he'd saved the night before–trying to hold onto a woman who had moved beyond him?
And why did it matter so much? She was a vampire, she should be nothing more than one more demon to destroy. And yet her rejection stung every bit as much as it had a hundred years ago.
He quickly gathered up his clothes. He was too confused to fight for something he couldn't find a good reason to want.
As he closed the apartment door behind him, he realized that he did want her. More than anything he wanted some of that same tenderness she'd shown towards Spike. If he didn't know better, if he didn't know she wasn't capable of it, he would have called it love.
But Darla had never loved anything in her life. How could she possibly love Spike? But if she could love, then why didn't she love Angel?
As for Spike, he was a different matter. Spike obsessively adored whatever crossed his path. It could hardly be called love.
But what if it was? What if Darla had never loved Angelus because he was incapable of loving her back. What if he was the damaged one, the one that wasn't capable of love, and all this time he'd been trying to force every other demon to conform to Angelus' mold?
Suddenly he found himself doubting every emotion he'd ever held. Had he really loved Buffy, or had he just loved being the center of her world? No, that at least was real. If it hadn't been, Angelus would never have been so single-mindedly obsessed with destroying her.
Angel suddenly found himself remembering that horrible night in Sunnydale High when two ghosts had possessed him and Buffy. He remembered how Angelus had tried to purge the feeling of love out of himself afterward.
He had never let himself admit until now that those feelings had so disgusted Angelus not because they were alien, but because they were so familiar and so tempting. It was a revelation that threatened to bring Angel's whole sense of self crashing down around his head. If even Angelus was capable of love, then. . .
For a just a moment he thought about barging back in, demanding that Darla and Spike take him back. Then he remembered, he was only here because of the deal he'd made with Darla. He wasn't supposed to want to be here at all.
He left heading back to the hotel, for once wishing that all those rooms weren't so empty.
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Date: 2007-04-12 05:52 pm (UTC)Cool chapter. Really looking forward to what happens next.
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Date: 2007-04-12 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-16 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-16 05:09 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you liked Angel's impatience, and pettiness. I've always loved petty Angel. Thanks so much.
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Date: 2009-02-18 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-19 04:53 am (UTC)I really like that.