The End: The Lover

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Summary: Angel makes his first move and Spike pays the price.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, whipping, BDSM
PAIRINGS: Drusilla/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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It was nearly an hour before sunset when Angel crossed the hallway from his room to the one shared by Spike and Drusilla. Before he could reach for the handle, the door opened and Drusilla, robed in black silk, looked up at him with sorrow-filled eyes.

"Please don't hurt him."

Angel stared down into her pale face, then cupped her chin in one hand. "It's time, Dru."

She nodded in acceptance, before stepping aside and allowing him entry to her room.

Sprawled in the middle of the bed on his back, his head turned to one side, Spike slept deeply. He looked so...young, beautiful.

His boy.

Hardening his heart, Angel stalked to the bed and grabbed the younger male by the nape of the neck. With a hard jerk, he pulled him from beneath the sheets.

Coming awake instantly, Spike struggled wildy, clawing at his the hand holding him. It only took one more moment to realize who held him and he stopped fighting, swallowing hard in sudden fear. Spun around, he gaped up at Angel.

"Sire?"

Tightening his lips, Angel dragged Spike to the end of the bed and chained the no longer resisting male with the manacles attached to the thick wooden posts. They were bespelled and unbreakable.

Staring blankly up at one chained wrist, Spike gulped. "Sire, what did I do?"

Angel ignored his plaintive plea and began to remove his belt.

Spike twisted his neck to see what was happening and his brow furrowed at the sight of his sire doubling the supple leather. "Please, sire, Angel..."

"...I'm sorry, Will," Angel muttered, staring at the leather wrapped around his fist.

"What?" Spike demanded loudly, turning to anger as pleading wasn't getting him anywhere. "What the fuck have I done now? What kind of bug has crawled up your ass?" The belt lashed across his back and Spike jerked, growling at the sudden pain. "Bastard!"

Another blow across his tight shoulders made him hiss and spit at his sire as he twisted in the chains. Without any explanation, the belt fell three more times, highlighting Spike's pale back in ugly red marks. The blond vampire writhed in pain and howled in anger.

Watching with both avid interest and sorrow, Drusilla sidled up to Angel.

"Must you beat him, daddy?"

Angel swiftly turned his attention and glower on Drusilla and she cowered back. "Are you questioning me, Dru?"

"No, sire, never," she replied meekly, backing herself into a corner from where she continued to watch as Angel turned back to Spike and lashed him again.

Desperately, Spike tried to figure out what he'd done. Although technically Angel needed no excuse, he usually didn't beat his childer for no reason, even if the reason was simply his to sooth his own frustration and anger.

As another blow fell making his body quiver in pain, he rolled his eyes and figured it out. The Slayer. What had the cow done now?

Gritting his teeth, he bit back a cry of pain and resolved to endure the rest of the beating in silence.

At least Angel had chosen him and not Drusilla.

Watching the bruises forming on his childe's back, Angel felt no pleasure only grim duty. He needed Spike broken and submissive. He could have simply chained him up, but if left whole, the younger male would only stew in fury. On being released and discovering that it was too late...

Well, Angel had no illusions that Spike wouldn't try to kill him for that.

But, if he broke him first, made him understand there was no hope...

Sadly Angel figured he was still destined for a brutal battle with his favorite childe.

In the corner, Drusilla watched the blossoms of red and purple spread across the shoulders and back of her lover, and desire flared in the pit of her stomach. Mewling softly, she slithered back to the two males and pressed herself lightly to Angel's back, her hands playing against his stomach.

"Daddy? I'm all fluttery."

Swiveling his head, Angel started to growl, then stopped, a speculative look in his eye. Turning in Drusilla's arms, he ran one hand slowly over her breasts, fondling them through the thin silk.

"Are you, my black beauty?" His hand trailed farther down to cup her mound.

Drusilla squealed.

Spike stiffened, a new anger growing in him. He had learned to accept Angel's taking of Drusilla, but he still didn't like it, and they were rarely this blatant in front of him.

Wrapping his belt around Drusilla's waist, Angel cinched it tightly, then pulled aside her robe, baring her breasts and framing them with the silk. His fingers glided between the folds of cloth covering her thighs and caressed her curl shrouded cleft with deft strokes.

Drusilla clutched her sire's broad shoulders and moaned long and deep.

At the sound, and as the scent of her arousal hit him, hot and musky, a growl broke from Spike and he jerked futilely on the chains.

Sweeping the female vampiress into his arms, Angel carried her the few steps to the bed and tossed her on her back. She squealed again and squirmed her way up to the pillows, spreading her legs and holding out her arms.

Her eyes never went to Spike.

Smirking down at her, Angel pulled his top over his head, then unfastened his pants, shoving them down just far enough to free his hard cock. He stroked it a few times, watching as Drusilla wriggled and arched her back, reaching for him, then he fell on her, burying his hungry mouth between her breasts.

Drusilla clasped him to her and wrapped her legs around his hips, rubbing her soaking cleft against his erection. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me," she cried, eyes closing, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Growling, Angel sucked one taut nipple between his lips, then thrust his hips forward, driving into her tight, wet body. As Drusilla moaned and whimpered, clawing at him, he fucked her hard and fast, pounding her into the mattress, his mouth suckling and biting at her nipples until he drew blood.

His silent fury growing, Spike watched his sire's ass rise and fall, and Drusilla' s heels drum on his back, as her fingers clawed rivulets down his spine. Her face was suffused with pleasure and she mindlessly cried Angel's name over and over again. The scent of blood joined the aroma of sex, and Spike flinched at the sounds of slurping as Angel drank from Drusilla's breast.

Suddenly they rolled and Angel pushed Drusilla up so that she sat on him. She bounced eagerly, her nails biting into the sensitive skin surrounding his nipples. Angel cupped her hips, bruising her as he thrust upwards into her, his back arching off the bed.

Eyes open, he stared triumphantly at the anger, frustration and hatred that shown on Spike's expression-filled face.

There was more than one way to break his boy.

With a sharp cry, Drusilla shuddered into orgasm, and toppled forward, her hips continuing to move as Angel thrust mindlessly, seeking his own release. Grunting loudly, he came with a hard jerking of his hips, then collapsed, smirking in pleasure.

Sighing happily, Drusilla slipped to the side, then turned and placed her head on Angel's stomach. Reaching down, she ran one finger along his softening cock, then placed the digit in her mouth, sucking both their secretions from it.

Folding one arm beneath his head, Angel relaxed and focused on the streams of blood running down Spike's arms from his wrists as he pulled and tugged against the manacles. "Didn't like that, boy?"

"Bastard," Spike howled, twisting in the chains. "I hate you. I won't be your whipping boy for the Slayer any longer."

Angel's brow furrowed and he slipped from the bed, refastening his pants as he walked towards Spike. "Buffy? This has nothing to do with Buffy, Spike."

"But...what?" Confusion filled him and Spike struggled to figure out what this was all about. Maybe he had done something after all. Or... As the obvious truth hit him, terror filled him and he choked back a scream, whimpering, "No," in feeble protest. "Please no."

A glimmer of compassion filled Angel's eyes and he gently placed a hand on Spike's tightening cheek. "I'm sorry, Will. It's time."

Spike flung back his head and howled in agony.

Puzzled, Drusilla slipped from the other side of the bed and danced lightly over to the screaming vampire. "This is a good thing."

Turning tear-filled eyes on her, Spike shook his head wildly. "Don't let him do this, Dru. Please help me."

Drusilla nibbled on her lower lip and frowned, then hesitantly reached up towards the manacles.

"Drusilla," Angel barked harshly, making her jerk back and duck her head in guilt. "I think you should leave. You can dress in my room."

Nodding, she shuffled past him and grabbed a dress from a pile of clothes on a chair, then headed for the door.

"Wait."

She froze, then whimpered softly as Angel unfastened the belt from her waist. Catching one of his wrists, she turned in his arms and gave him a sensuous smile. "Will you beat me, too?" she whispered, lust coloring her husky voice.

"Not today, baby." Gently turning her around, he patted her on the bottom and sent her through the door. Closing it behind her, he leaned against it briefly, then sighed and straightened up. Turning back to his still struggling childe, he slowly began to wrap the belt around his fist again.

*****

Standing in the middle of Victoria's Secret, Willow held a black lace teddy under her chin and cocked one hip. "What do you think?"

Buffy arched a brow and grinned. "Spike will be a puddle of drool."

Grinning, Willow glanced at the pricetag, then wondered briefly if her father would buy her excuse of needing one hundred dollars worth of sensible cotton panties.

"Looks awfully flimsy, though," Buffy continued.

Willow shrugged. "His eyes bugging out will be worth it getting torn off me, and it *is* a special night."

"Only you would celebrate the one year anniversary of getting kidnaped," Buffy teased, combing through the racks for something to bug out Angel's eyes.

"Well, though technically I was half-scared out of my wits, the sex was pretty amazing. Hm, makes me hot just remembering."

Grinning back at her friend, Buffy pulled a pink camisole and tap pants set from the rack. "So, what do you have planned tonight?"

"Dinner, then maybe stopping by the Bronze for some dancing and public displays of affection before heading for his place and seeing how long this bit of nothing lasts."

"See, it's tight in the crotch. You should try these tap panties. Easily shoved aside," Buffy whispered, making Willow giggle as they headed for the counter.

"I'll remember that for next time."

End Chapter One