Cuddly As A Cactus

by SpikesKat

“You should’ve seen her face. It was priceless. I’ll never forget it,” Angelus smirked.

“So you didn’t kill her then,” Spike complained.

“Of course not.”

“Now, I know you haven’t been in the game for a while, mate, but we still do kill people. Sort of our raison d’etre, you know.”

“You don’t want to kill her, do you?” Dru giggled. “You want to hurt her. Just like you hurt me.

“Nobody knows me like you do, Dru.”

“She’d better not get in our way.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I do.”

“Spike, my boy!” Angelus growled. “You really don’t get it! Do you? You tried to kill her, but you couldn’t. Look at you. You’re a wreck! She’s stronger than any slayer you’ve ever faced. Force won’t get it done.” He stood up and moved closer to the blond. Bent down until they were nearly nose to nose. “You gotta work from the inside. To kill this girl... you have to love her.” 

~*~

“And how do you propose we ‘love’ her?” Spike grouched, nonplussed by Angelus’ grandstanding.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Angelus grinned evilly then lifted Spike out of his wheelchair and slung him over his shoulder.

“Angelus! What the bloody hell—?”

Drusilla dropped her doll and hurried to her sire’s side, clapping and giggling happily. “Oh… daddy wants to play! Can I play too, daddy? Please? Can I?”

“Certainly, Princess. Anything for my girl. Hurry on ahead now…”

Drusilla cooed her delight, racing ahead of the two males into the bedroom she and Spike shared.

“Put me down, you wanker,” Spike yelled.

“What? Spike doesn’t want his Christmas present?”

“Christmas has already passed, you git. ‘n I don’t think takin’ it up the arse from the likes of you can be considered a present.”

“Oh… Spike,” Angelus grinned and dropped the vamp on the bed, eyeing the other’s erection. “Your mouth says no, but your dick says yes. Besides, it’s my blood that’s the present, not my cock… not that you won’t be getting that too.” He took note of Spike’s astonished gaze and added, “What? Didn’t think I’d fix you?”

“Not really,” Spike replied honestly.

“Spike, Spike, Spike…” the elder vamp chided. He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through the blond’s hair. “If anyone’s gonna break you, it’s gonna be me. Now! Let’s get you out of these clothes. Can’t properly love the Slayer if your equipment doesn’t work, now can you?”

Angelus stood and shed his clothes while Drusilla helped Spike with his. When she was done, she pulled her dress over her head, stepped out of her shoes, and waited.

The summons wasn’t long in coming.

“Come, Princess. Spike wants to show daddy how talented he is with his tongue. If he can make you come before me, he gets to feed sooner, rather than later.”

“Oi! No fair,” Spike complained. “You haven’t been laid in over a hundred years.”

“Got some Slayer tail last night. Remember? Should be just enough to take the edge off.” Angelus positioned himself between Spike’s legs and rammed his way home. Spike’s cry mingled with Drusilla’s giggle. “Then again, your ass is so tight…”

“Fuck! Dru, baby, come here, luv. Spike’s hungry.” 

“That’s the spirit, Spike.”

The End

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