"Come downstairs with me," he said as he looked into her desire-darkened eyes. He chuckled when she pouted at him. "I need to see what kind of men Lindsey's managed to recruit and I want your opinion on that. If you feel we can trust them, I'll have them accompany you to retrieve your things."

Darla nodded with a sigh. They walked downstairs together hand-inhand. There were ten men standing in the lobby area. Cordelia was sitting in a chair filing her nails and Lindsey was standing watching the men intently. They all looked up when Darla and Angelus walked in.

Angelus nodded and looked the men over slowly. All were in their twenties or thirties, all were well-built. He guessed that they all had some form of military training, if the way their associates had fought so fearlessly earlier that morning was any indication.

"I'm Angelus, but you all probably know that already," he said. "This is Darla, that's Cordelia. I'm sure Lindsey needs no introduction. I don't need any vows of loyalty. Words don't impress me, you'll prove yourselves by your actions. You will live here with us, you will be responsible for keeping myself and my family safe. As long as you do that you'll be paid well. One thousand dollars a day with the understanding that you will be on-call at all hours of the day.

"Am I right in assuming I don't need to explain to you my inventive methods of torturing those who irritate me?" he asked then. They all nodded, uncomfortably, and he smiled. "Good. Then... how about a little test to be sure you are up to this? While I'm reading over your files, go find me someone to eat. On second thought, two someones. Also bring two more, one for each of my for childer here. I need to go out for the evening and I'll feel better about leaving you to protect Darla, Lindsey and Cordelia if I see that you're willing to do this for me."

Angelus settled on the couch and stretched out along it as he leaned back against the arm. He pulled Darla down to sit between his legs. "All right, Lover, let's see how boring these personnel files really are," he said.

Angelus and Darla had gone through all the personnel files before the men returned with the four humans. All the men had been trained in some branch of the military for at least five years. They had been honorably discharged then recruited by Wolfram and Hart to work in their security section. He'd been impressed with their backgrounds and Darla had also seen no reason to object to them. She'd asked, though, that Lindsey accompany them also when she returned to her hotel room. Angelus had easily agreed to the request. He felt better having to be away from her knowing that Lindsey would make sure she was safe.

He then went to find Darla. She'd gone into the kitchen to make herself dinner and hadn't returned yet. He knew she wasn't happy about the return of his once-favorite childe back into their lives. He appreciated that she was trying for his sake not to show it in front of his other childer.

"It's a two hour drive to Sunnydale. I plan to get out of there as quickly as possible though. The Slayer isn't something I want to bother with, not now anyway. We'll be back long before dawn." He leaned down to kiss her on top of her head, then pulled her chair back.

Darla nodded and stood. She turned to look at Angelus and smiled. He didn't want to leave her, she could see it in his eyes. That knowledge made her feel somewhat better and she wrapped her arms around his waist as she gazed up at him. He cradled her face in her hands and leaned down to kiss her. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she clutched at his shirt as her knees threatened to give out on her. She was always amazed at the feelings he could produce in her with each kiss.

Angelus arrived in Sunnydale two hours later. He had had Cordelia make a call to Rupert to find the location of his errant childe. A crypt. Spike had always liked the stereotypical vampire trappings. Angelus had tried his best to teach him the point of being a vampire was to enjoy the finest things the humans had to offer while feeding on said humans. But of course Spike had ignored this little bit of teaching. Most others, also.

He grabbed a blonde vampiress as she walked toward the crypt and staked her quickly. He didn't need anyone interrupting this little reunion with his boy, especially not one of his childe's whores. He then walked into the crypt and was promptly tackled by said childe.

Spike grunted in pain as he heard his ribs crack. "What the bloody hell?!" Spike yelled then in obvious surprise when he saw who it was he'd tackled. He rolled away from Angel quickly. "What're you doing here, Pouff?!" he yelled, sitting on the ground looking at him in shock.

"I don't know what you want, but I don't give a flying fuck either. So you can turn right back around and get lost before I remind you I'm still capable of inflicting bodily harm on you," Spike said, jumping to his feet also.

"That's for your insolent behavior so far tonight," Angelus said angrily. He grabbed Spike by the hair and pulled him to his feet. Before Spike could react, Angelus slammed his head back against the wall and pinned him there with his body. He grabbed Spike's wrists and held them on either side of his head. "I am your sire and you won't get away with treating me like this."

Angelus slipped into gameface with a threatening growl. "We've had this discussion too many times for you to have forgotten so quickly, Spike. I am your sire, and you will drop your aggressive attitude this instant! If I have to beat it out of you, though, I'll have no problem with it." He smirked then. "Or perhaps I should just fuck it out of you?"

Something in Angelus' tone clicked finally in Spike's head and he felt fear then, despite his attempts to control that emotion. He realized that Angelus had been freed, somewhow. "Angelus?" he asked, though; he had to know for sure.

Angelus eyes narrowed. He released one of Spike's wrists, only to punch him in the nose. Spike yelled, then kneed Angelus in the groin. He slipped out of the older vampire's grasp when he doubled over in pain.

"Bastard," Spike said as he backed away slowly. He put a hand to his nose and it came away bloody. "You think I'm gonna be part of your psychotic plans again after what you've done to me and Dru? Well, think again, Angelus. I'll see you a pile of dust at my feet, first." He had a stake by the bed, all he had to do was get to it.

Angelus waited for Spike to look away, then he pounced. He landed on top of Spike's back and pinned him to the ground, his hands holding Spike's wrists above his head. "GET THE HELL OFF ME!" Spike screamed. He tried to buck him off, but the older vampire was too strong.

Spike froze when he felt Angelus' erection pressing against his ass through the fabric of their jeans. He stifled a groan as he felt himself growing hard as well. His body always reacted to Angelus', no matter how hard he tried to keep it from happening. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed.

Angelus smiled as he caught scent of his childe's arousal. He chuckled, "Is that a request?" He ground his hips against Spike's ass and trailed his tongue up the ridge of his ear. He smiled when he heard Spike groan.

Angelus clucked his tongue. "You know, Spike, it doesn't have to be like this. If you insist on defying me, though, you leave me no choice but to remind you of your position in this family. One last time. Who's. Your. Sire."

One choice was to make Angelus angry by refusing to admit Spike was his childe. Spike knew he'd definitely get fucked for his trouble. Eventually he'd be dragged back to L.A., kicking and screaming if necessary. To continue getting fucked into submission. Not a good choice.

The other choice was to give in and admit that Angelus was his sire. If he did this, there was a possibility Spike wouldn't get fucked tonight. But he'd definitely be expected to follow Angelus home like a good little puppy dog. And sooner or later he'd end up being Angelus' fuck-toy again.

Spike sighed. He was never one to take the easy way out, especially when that way would only delay the inevitable anyway. Besides, the opportunity to piss off the asshole was too good to pass up. "Donald Duck," he said flippantly. "And that's my final answer, Regis." He only wished he could see the look on Angelus' face; it would've made the moment much better.

Angelus growled. He'd had enough. He'd have his childe submitting to him by the time the hour was up.... He looked down at Spike a moment, though, and grinned when an idea came to him. He'd still have his boy, but he'd have him willingly. "Third and final chance, Boy," He said smoothly "And this time we up the stakes a little.... no pun intended. Who's your sire? Think carefully, for Drusilla will take the punishment for you."

"She's on her way to L.A. as we speak," Angelus added as he guessed Spike's thoughts. "I'm tired of this game we play, Boy. It's quite obvious that my punishment of you does nothing to improve your attitude. So from this point forward you treat me as your sire or Drusilla suffers the consequences."

Angelus laughed. "I knew I could get through to you, Spike. Just needed the proper motivation. Now it's time for you to prove to me that you know your place." He released Spike's hands and knelt behind him. "On your hands and knees, jeans off," he ordered.

Angelus smiled as he caught sight of his boy's perfect ass. "It's been far too long since I've had you, Boy," he said. He caught scent of the fear then and breathed it in deeply. "You didn't really think I'd forgive and forget with just a few words from you, did you?" He chuckled. He unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans then, releasing his already hard cock. He moved to drape himself over Spike and braced himself with his hands on either side of Spike's body. He rubbed his cock up and down along the crack of Spike's ass, torturing Spike for a few long minutes.

"I might have," he whispered in Spike's ear, "if you hadn't attempted the little 'send your sire to hell' thing." He felt Spike tense up and laughed. "You should've known I wouldn't let you get away with that, Spike."

Spike tensed up as he realized that Angelus was most definitely going to fuck him dry. He knew that tensing his muscles was absolutely the last thing to make this easier, though. He tried to make himself relax again, but then howled in pain as he felt Angelus' cock thrust into his hole. He felt his lining tear as Angelus thrust all the way in quickly, not waiting for a moment for Spike to adjust to his size.

Angelus fought for a moment to keep from spilling his seed into Spike's bowels. The sound of his childe's howl plus the fact his hole was so tight made the sensation of fucking him more than perfect. Angelus felt a moment of satisfaction when he realized that Spike hadn't let anyone fuck him like this for a long time. Not since his sire. He pulled out then slammed back into his childe, the scent of blood invading his senses. He began thrusting into Spike repeatedly then, his fingers digging into Spike's hips as he held him in place.

Spike grunted as Angelus slammed into him even harder. He vamped out at the scent of blood but knew Angelus sure as hell wasn't going to do anything about his need. He rested his forehead on his arms and spread his legs further apart, sighing with relief when the blood at least made the thrusts less painful. He groaned when he felt Angelus cock brush against his prostrate. His own cock jumped to attention then.

Spike bit his lip to keep from cursing Angelus. Asshole. Son of a bitch. Bastard. Wanker. He tried to satisfy his anger by mentally cursing his sire. It wasn't half as enjoyable, though. He closed his hand around the base of his cock as he felt his release approaching. It was a good thing he did at that moment, because Angelus chose that instant to sink his fangs into Spike's shoulder and drink deeply from him. Spike howled again, his need for release growing more painful with the erotic feeling of his sire drinking from him.

Angelus sank his fangs into his childe's shoulder. Feeling Spike's muscles tighten around him as he howled in pleasure sent Angelus over the edge finally. He withdrew his fangs and roared as a powerful orgasm overtook him.

Angelus stilled eventually, still inside Spike, and panted for breath. He lapped at the wound in his childe's neck and smiled as he heard Spike's whimper. He was glad Spike had obeyed his order not to come. He wished he'd thought of using Dru as leverage with Spike earlier. Apparently it would be a much more effective way of controlling him.

Spike sighed. Well there are worse things than sucking off my sire, he admitted as he looked at his sire's cock, covered in his own blood. He had always enjoyed giving Angelus blow jobs, partly because Angelus had told him once he was one of the few things he did well.

Spike smiled at him. "Wouldn't think of doing something that suicidal." His eyes still locked on Angelus', he moved closer. He slid his lips along Angelus' cock, partially taking it into his mouth. He grinned at the sound of the other vampire's moan of pleasure. He sucked it to hardness then let it slide from his mouth slowly.

Angelus growled at the loss of contact. Spike just gave him an innocent 'who me?' look before licking slowly up the underside of Angelus' cock, from base to tip. He licked off the drops of pre-cum and then pulled Angelus' cock back into his mouth.

Angelus moaned and closed his eyes. He remembered then the real reason he had put up with Spike for so long. It was his talented mouth. True, he'd taught Spike how to best pleasure him, but the boy had been very willing to learn. He'd learned well, also.

Spike moved his free hand to Angelus' balls and squeezed them gently as he began bobbing his head up and down. He heard Angelus panting for breath and felt his hands on his shoulders, gripping them tightly. He smiled, knowing his sire was close to cumming. He pulled back til just the head of Angelus' cock was between his lips, then deepthroated him. Spike hummed and worked his throat muscles around his cock, sending Angelus into his second orgasm.

Angelus shouted as he came finally, spilling his seed down Spike's throat. He gasped for breath and held tightly to his childe's shoulders until he regained his composure. Spike sucked on his cock gently until Angelus was spent, then let it slip from his mouth.

Angelus opened his eyes and looked down at his childe. He could see a question in them and knew that Spike had exhibited an unusual amount of self-control in denying his own release for this long. Angelus tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up. "Stand up," he ordered.

Spike did as he was told, wincing at the pain as he did. Thanks to Angelus, he wouldn't be able to sit or walk for a while without feeling pain. He reached to pull his jeans up but Angelus stopped him with a look. Spike sighed. What now?

"Don't you want to take care of that?" Angelus asked, indicating Spike's erection still waiting for attention. At Spike's wary look at him, he chuckled. "You heard me, Boy. Yes you have permission to come. Make it fast, though, we need to get out of here soon."

Spike nodded and moved his hand to his cock with a sigh of relief. Having Angelus watch him jerk off was nothing new. It was just another way to make clear who was in control here. He kept his gaze on Angelus' face as he stroked himself firmly. He knew the rules of the games. Hell, I know all the rules of all Angelus' fucking games. It wasn't long before he came with a grunt of satisfaction. Would've been better with Harm's mouth on me he thought. The only thing the idiot's mouth is good for.

Spike nodded silently. He took off his black T-shirt, wiping his cum off himself with it. He zipped his jeans back up and then rummaged around for another mildly clean shirt. He found it under the bed. He slipped it on then stood up again. "So can I even ask who managed to free you again?"

"Darla," Angelus replied and chuckled at the shocked look on Spike's face. "Don't look so surprised, Boy. I didn't stay in hell, what makes you think she would? Come on, I'll explain the situation on the way to L.A." Spike just stood there, looking at the door in confusion. "You were expecting someone to be here by now?" Spike nodded and Angelus replied, "You'll find the pile of dust that used to be your whore outside the crypt." He turned and walked out. He turned back to assure himself that Spike was following him.

Spike chuckled and shook his head. One thing to thank the arsehole for, ridding the world of that pathetic moron. He thought with a grin as he followed his sire outside. He smiled wider when he remembered that he was just a couple hours away from seeing his Princess again. He'd tolerate the devil himself just to be near Drusilla. He hadn't realized until then how much he missed her. And maybe with Darla around, Spike would get to spend more time alone with Dru. He remembered how jealous his grandsire was; she'd not let Angelus spend too much time with either of his childer. Yeah, maybe unlife will be more tolerable with the old bitch around Spike thought as he got into the car with Angelus.

Darla and Lindsey drove to her old hotel room in Lindsey's car with their 'bodyguards' in tow. One of the men drove, the other two crammed into the front seat with him. Leaving Darla and Lindsey in the back seat. Darla attempted to talk to them and soon decided they were all big and stupid. At least the five who'd gone with them. She asked questions, she got one word responses. She soon got aggravated attempting to keep any conversation going. She figured with a shrug that they were all brawn and no brain. So she decided to cut Lindsey some slack. It was either that or go insane while Angelus was gone.

Lindsey had remained quiet while they were on their way to Darla's hotel room. He wasn't sure if she was still angry with him or not. She and Angelus seemed to only be better for his little trick. But Lindsey was aware of the fact he had betrayed Darla's trust. So if she hated him, he only deserved it. She had given him the silent treatment after agreeing to accompany him to the hotel room for her things. So he let her be, assuming she didn't wish to speak to him. He also sensed her sadness, though, and wished she'd let him help her. He knew her mood was a result of being unable not to wonder what Spike's return would really mean for her.

Darla searched his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity in them. She breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes, leaning back against the seat. "I'm so glad to hear you say that, Lindsey. There are very few ...well, no people I can trust," she finished with a grin. "But only a few vampires. Two to be precise, Angelus and you. But after Spike gets back..." she trailed off and looked out the window. She smiled when Lindsey took her hand hesitantly. She squeezed it gratefully, she needed the comfort.

They arrived at her hotel room and one of the men opened the car door for her. She got out and looked around warily. She didn't see anyone, but then again Wolfram and Hart wouldn't make their presence known readily. She shivered and wished Angelus hadn't left. She didn't feel safe without him nearby. She relaxed though, when she felt Lindsey's arm around her waist. "You read me too well," she said. She looked up at him but couldn't read his expression.

"I know you would," she said with a smile. Then she moved to her closet and began taking her clothes out. They'd brought a suitcase from the hyperion, she packed quickly. The bodyguards wandered around the room, then outside, then back inside again.

"You're not being inconspicuous!" Lindsey finally growled at them. Darla chuckled as she looked up. He'd slipped into his true face. She couldn't help her reaction. It was just such a shock to see her sweet Lindsey, looking so ferocious.

Lindsey dropped into a chair with a sigh and reverted to his human face. Darla was right, intelligence wasn't something these people had in spades. But they were good fighters; they'd never let Wolfram and Hart down. Until now.

He sneaked a glance at Darla then. He'd heard her laugh when he'd vamped out. He wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. He decided when she looked over at him and smiled then that he wouldn't be. She'd just been surprised, most likely. It was the first time she'd seen his demon's face after all.

They sat in silence for quite a while. Darla couldn't help wondering if Angelus was all right. She was torn, though. Because trying to believe he was all right only led to thinking how he and Spike would be getting along. Something she didn't want to think about. She sighed and tried to change the direction of her mind's wanderings.

"Grand-Mummy!" Drusilla squealed. She jumped up from the couch where she'd been feasting on a teenage boy and ran over to Darla. She hugged Darla and then promptly ran back to her meal. "Grand-Mummy's home! Now, say hello!" The boy, half-dead, didn't move or reply in any way. "Bad boy!" Dru scolded, then sank her fangs into his neck again.

"I'll take a wild guess," Lindsey said. "Drusilla?" Darla gave him a raised eyebrow and a 'you've got to be kidding me' look. Lindsey laughed. "Okay, okay, dumb question. Let me help you get your things upstairs?" Darla shrugged and he followed her with her suitcase.

"Damn it!" she screamed once she reached Angelus room. She slammed the door and Lindsey jumped in surprise. "One insane childe, one obnoxious childe, one childe who thinks she's going to take Angelus away from me...OH no, I take it back! TWO childer who think they are going to take Angelus away from me!" Darla sat on her bed and sighed in irritation.

Darla looked up at him in surprise. She'd forgotten he was still there. "No," she said. "You're the only one who I thought deserved to be Angelus' childe, Lindsey. Partially because I need you with us," she admitted.

She smiled up at him, "I know I can, Lindsey. And I depend on you." She laid her head on his shoulder for a moment. She really did depend on Lindsey. He'd never treated her like a means to an end, the way the others at Wolfram and Hart had. He'd been a true friend, an ally when she needed one most. That was why she'd convinced Angelus to make him part of their family.

She knew Lindsey adored her; he couldn't hide that fact. She cared for him, too, in her own way. But she knew the day would come when he'd learn to hate her. Lindsey pretended otherwise, but he was very much an innocent. Angelus liked to destroy innocents. Sooner or later, he'd break Lindsey like he'd broken his other childer. And when that happened, Lindsey would despise her for granting his wish for immortality. And Darla would lose one of her few friends.

"I believe you mean it now," Darla said. "But I know that eventually, you'll change your mind about me, Lindsey." She held up her hand when he began to protest. "Because I didn't explain to you what it means to be Angelus' childe. And when you find out what I didn't tell you; you'll hate me for being so weak as to keep you here with us knowing what it would do to you. You'll regret you ever met me. And it will be my fault."

"Darla, I'll never regret knowing you," Lindsey said. "And whatever happens with Angelus, I won't blame you or hate you. I can't hate you, I care about you and that won't change. I got myself fatally wounded because I care about you. I asked to be with you and Angelus because I care about you.

"I didn't go into this completely ignorant of what Angelus is capable of, though. I've read the Watcher's diaries, I know what he's done. Granted, I don't know exactly what he can and will do to his childer, but I have some idea. And even though, quite honestly, I'm terrified of him, I will stay and I will learn to accept this life."

"I won't leave," Lindsey said. "I care about you and I want to be here for you." He stroked her cheek gently. Their eyes locked and he knew he was playing with fire if he stayed longer. She was feeling vulnerable with Angelus gone to retrieve someone she considered an enemy. Lindsey wasn't going to take advantage of her gratitude toward him for his friendship. He pulled his hand away reluctantly and stood. "I should let you get some sleep," he said.

"Darla..." Lindsey hesitated and looked back at her a moment. This situation was exactly what he'd been trying to avoid. He wasn't sure what she was asking him. But he knew that whatever it was, it was a very bad idea.

"--isn't here. He won't be home for at least three more hours," Darla said, looking at him with a smile. "Besides, if he can have his fun, I can have mine." She removed her arms from around his neck and sat back down on the bed. "It's up to you, Lindsey. I won't beg. I told you I want you. I think you want me too. So stay and show me how much you want me, or leave because you're afraid of him. It's your decision."

Lindsey stared at her, trying to think of a logical argument as to why they really shouldn't have sex. But she was right, he did want her. He'd been physically attracted to her from the moment he'd first seen her. And as he had gotten to know her more, the attraction had only grown. He'd managed to ignore the attraction most of the time, though. He knew he didn't have a chance in hell with her. She was head-over-heels in love with Angelus and always would be.

Staring at Darla was getting him nowhere, though. So he closed his eyes and tried to think the situation through more clearly. Angelus! his mind finally supplied, as a reason to walk out of the room immediately. Darla belonged to Angelus. Angelus would kill him if he even knew Lindsey was thinking about this. No, on second thought, Angelus wouldn't kill him. That would be too kind a thing for him to do. Angelus would torture Lindsey until Lindsey begged him to kill him.

But then again Lindsey reasoned, as Darla had said, Angelus wasn't here. Darla was and she was offering him something he never thought he'd ever have a chance at. And wasn't that the point of being a vampire? Want - take - have? Consequences be damned? Besides, would Darla be asking me this if she thought I'd get hurt because of it? Lindsey asked himself. He opened his eyes and looked at her again. He knew the answer: she wouldn't. She didn't love him, but she did care for him. Enough not to be able to watch him die the other night. So it was very likely she knew she could deal with Angelus' anger, if there was anger to deal with, later.

I'm just overthinking this, Lindsey decided. He ignored the voice screaming at him that he was a psychotic, suicidal, soon-to-be dusted vampire. Want - take - have he thought as he stared at the object of most of his dreams for the past year. Then he was hit by the mental image of Darla, nude and writhing in ecstasy underneath him...and all further objections were trampled.

Darla shrugged and stood. "I suppose you're right. It would be pushing the limits of his tolerance if he found us in his bed." Her eyes twinkled with laughter as she addded, "But wouldn't it be worth it, just to see the look on his face?"

Darla laughed. "All right then. Perhaps another time. Lead the way." She held out her hand and he took it. He pulled her to him and kissed her, hungrily. They both moaned as their tongues fought for control of the kiss. Lindsey's hands tangled in Darla's hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her.

Darla relented finally, allowing his tongue entrance into her mouth. She whimpered as his hands traveled down her body and squeezed her ass. Needing breath, she broke the kiss then. They stared into each other's eyes, both panting for breath.

She smirked at him then and jumped up to lock her legs around his waist. Lindsey moaned when she rubbed her pelvis against his. He latched his lips around one of her nipples through the fabric of her dress and bit down hard. "LINDSEY!" Darla yelled and held his head in place.

She ground her hips against his again and he groaned. He had to get her into his room, the sooner the better. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he carried her out of the room and down the hall. They kissed again as he walked, Darla taking the initiative this time. Her tongue swept into his mouth, exploring it thoroughly while they both moaned and whimpered.

Lindsey finally managed to reach the door to his room and fumbled with the doorknob. He cursed as his hands refused to obey orders. Darla chuckled and reached behind her. She opened the door easily and Lindsey grinned at her sheepishly. "I'm just glad someone got the stupid thing open."

Darla turned and smiled at him. "I'm not a very patient person, Lindsey. I prefer as few barriers as possible between myself and what I want." She ran her hands up his chest slowly. "And right now, what I want... is you." She shrugged out of her dress, letting it fall to the ground.

"Darla, you are so beautiful," Lindsey said. He felt himself grow even harder as he gazed at her pale, perfect body. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, leaning his head down to suckle her breast. Darla whimpered and moved her hands between them to unbutton his shirt. He continued his ministrations on her breast, biting her nipple lightly. Darla moaned his name in response.

She shoved him away eventually and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. She smiled and ran her hands over his chest. "You're not half-bad yourself," she said. Her fingers pinched and twisted his nipples and Lindsey groaned in pleasure.

He closed his eyes to savor the sensation of her hands on him like that. He shouted in surprise then as he felt her teeth graze his nipple then. "God, Darla," he moaned, running his hands down to squeeze her ass gently. He gasped in surprise when he felt her hands slip inside his waistband to stroke his cock.

Darla smiled when he growled. "Enough foreplay," she said as she backed away to sit on the bed. She scooted back to lie down, her legs spread. "I don't want gentle, Lindsey. I don't want sweet," she said as she moved one hand down to finger herself. He could smell her arousal, the scent was permeating the room. "I want you, inside me, right now," she whimpered as she pushed two fingers inside herself."

Lindsey groaned. "Whatever you say," he said as he pushed his pants and boxers off quickly. He kicked his shoes off then climbed onto the bed. Darla held her arms out to him and he crawled up toward her and knelt between her legs. He leaned down to kiss her and moaned into her mouth when he felt her hand stroke his length again.

Darla moved her lips to his earlobe and nipped at it gently. She put her legs around his hips and guided him into her slick passage. They both moaned as he thrust into her fully. Darla trailed her hands down to squeeze his ass and pull him further inside her. She whimpered when he did. "Lindsey," she moaned.

Lindsey moaned as his last bit of self-control broke at hearing those words from her. "Gladly," he said with a smile. He leaned down to kiss her at the same time he thrust into her again. Darla moaned into his mouth as her nails scratched down his back.

Lindsey growled at the scent of blood and vamped out. He fought the urge to bite her though; he knew that would be far beyond the bounds of what his sire would tolerate. He licked at her throat instead as he started thrusting into her quickly. He regained control, slipping into his human face again. He moved to kiss her passionately, his tongue thrusting into her mouth at the same time his cock thrust into her pussy.

Darla moaned into his mouth and moved her hands to twist and pull at his nipples. She smiled against his lips when he groaned. She moaned and whimpered then when his fingers found her clit. He pinched and tugged it gently, and she broke the kiss. "LINDSEY!" She yelled. Soon he had her panting for breath and writhing underneath him. She begged for release but he didn't give her what she needed. "PLEASE!" she yelled. She grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. "I need to come," she whimpered. She was so close she could feel it.

Lindsey shook his head and ignored her request. He kept his touch on her clit light enough to keep her from coming yet. He kissed his way down her throat and moved his hand away from her clit. "Damn you!" She whimpered in frustration. He looked up at her and smiled when he saw her glare at him. He squeezed a breast, then pinched and tugged at the nipple. As he did, he trailed kisses up her throat to bite and suck on her earlobe.

Darla whimpered at his teasing and squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles. Lindsey groaned and she chuckled. She did it again and Lindsey looked at her with a growl, now in demon face. She grinned back at him. "Don't fucking tease me, Boy," she warned, her eyes dancing with laughter. "I can play that game too." She whimpered when he stopped his thrusts into her body. "Li--"

She gasped in surprise when he flipped them over so she was on top. "Ohhhh," She moaned in pleasure at the change in angle. She braced her hands on his chest and raised her hips up until he was almost out of her body, then slammed herself down on him. They both moaned in unison.

Darla started riding him furiously then. She whimpered and moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy as his pubic bone hit her clit each time their bodies made contact again. She looked down at him then and saw the gold tinge in his eyes. "Darla," he groaned. "I can't..."

"You don't have to fight it," she whispered. "I want to see the real you, Lindsey." She leaned down to kiss him, her hand stroked his face gently. She swallowed his groan and pulled back to see his face change. She kissed him again; her tongue thrust into his mouth and she purposely cut her tongue on one of his fangs.

She whimpered and he growled as he sucked on her tongue, taking every drop of blood she offered him. She continued to ride him while they kissed. Their pubic bones rubbed together and Darla moaned. She just needed--Lindsey slipped one hand between them and rubbed her clit. That was all Darla needed to send her over the edge. She threw her head back and yelled his name. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm and she collapsed on his chest, trembling and whimpering.

Lindsey flipped them over again and pounded into her furiously. "Lindsey," Darla moaned as she felt herself approaching her second orgasm quickly. Lindsey kissed her and she moaned into his mouth. She felt his fingers twisting her clit roughly, and she froze. She then arched against him and tore her mouth away as she screamed and climaxed violently. She scratched her nails down his back and Lindsey thrust twice more into her before also climaxing with a shout.

Lindsey collapsed on top of Darla, panting. He pulled out of her and smiled when she whimpered at the loss. He kissed her gently then rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Darla rested her head on his chest and ran her right hand over his chest as she fought to catch her breath. "Oh my God," she said finally. "You are far too young to be that talented."

Spike stared at Angelus, speechless. He'd just finished explaining the situation to Spike, everything from the last few days until tonight. Wolfram and Hart, the Orb, Darla, Cordelia, someone else named Lindsey...Spike was left wondering why he'd gotten in the car with his sire in the first place. Why he didn't just jump out and make a run for it now. Because Angelus said he'd help me get the chip out. Spike reminded himself. But still.....Darla's human? Fuckin' stupid idiot humans! Now Angelus is the head of the clan, not Darla. Nobody to hold him back anymore. If I thought he was bad three years ago...Fuck. That was nothing compared to what he can do now. Well I'm not bloody sticking around to find out just how much fun the new and improved Angelus can be.

Spike reached for the door handle, then stopped himself. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! I can't leave Dru. he realized with a sigh of resignation. There's nothing holding him back now, he'll.... I won't let him hurt her anymore than he already has. I'll stick around long enough so he can get rid of the chip, then Dru and I will get the hell out of there.

Angelus grinned over at Spike, he could practically hear the wheels turning. He knew Spike was probably planning his escape. He wasn't worried, though. He had Drusilla, she would never leave her sire. So Spike wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Angelus laughed. Spike never had learned to control his instinct to breathe. Which made it all the more fun for Angelus. "She may not be my sire anymore, but you will treat her with the same respect... no, make that MORE respect than you did in the past. Is that CLEAR, Boy?" Angelus said. Spike nodded and Angelus released his throat.

"You can't--" Spike raised his hands in an apologetic gesture when Angelus growled and glanced over at him warningly. "Got it. You're the head of the clan, now. You can do whatever you damn well, please. No Master to tell you ya can't mate with Darla, so go right ahead. Not like I care..." He sighed with relief when Angelus nodded and turned back to the road.

Angelus sighed and turned back to the road. Spike is wearing on my nerves already. All I want to do is get back to the Hyperion. I don't care that Dru will be there, I'll torment Spike with her later. Tomorrow. Right now all I want to do is get upstairs and slip into bed with Darla. Damn, I miss her already, after just a few hours. That's a bad sign.

Finally, they reached the Hyperion. Angelus looked at his watch, it was just past one am. Earlier than he'd thought. "NOW we're here," Angelus said with a grin. He chuckled when Spike jumped out of the car and ran into the Hyperion.

Angelus ran into the Hyperion and knocked the man beating up on Spike across the room with a roar. Drusilla was screaming and crying, sitting on the floor nearby. Spike was sitting on the floor not too far away from her, cursing, bleeding from his nose and mouth. Angelus looked around, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. He realized after a few moments that the man attacking Spike had been one of their bodyguards, attempting to do his job.

Angelus saw Cordelia then. She was sitting on the couch, wrapped in the arms of another one of his men. Angelus growled and the man made himself scarce faster than Angelus had ever seen a human move. "WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL THEM WHO HE WAS?!" Angelus yelled as he approached Cordelia with a furious look on his face.

"CORDELIA..." Angelus was pissed. So far, the remainder of his night was not turning out to be the relaxing one he'd wanted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Never...mind." He opened his eyes again. "Where's - DRUSILLA SHUT THE HELL UP!" He turned on the crazy vampiress, who was still screaming and babbling.

"Dru," Spike hurried over to her and pulled her into his arms. "Hush up, Luv. I'm okay. Everything's okay now. Calm down, please, Pet." Drusilla whimpered and held onto him tightly. "Shhh," Spike soothed her patiently, stroking her hair gently.

"Hmmm," Cordelia cocked her head, pretending to think about it. "Oh, she's around here somewhere, if the cries of 'Oh yes, Lindsey!... Oh God, Lindsey!' were any indication." She grinned at him then ran upstairs when he growled again.

Spike stifled the urge to burst out laughing when he heard Cordelia's rather accurate imitation of Darla in the heat of passion. Sounds like Darla's up to her old tricks again he thought with a smile. "Show me where our room is, Pet."

"Oh, come on, Princess," Spike said. He brushed his lips against hers softly. "I was bad, Luv, I know I was. Gimme another chance, please? I missed you so much." He sighed when Drusilla pulled away from him and walked over to Angelus hesitantly instead. Some things fucking never change. Spike thought angrily.

Angelus smirked over at Spike then pulled Dru against him. "Yeah, Baby," he said before kissing her thoroughly. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, catching the coppery taste of her last feed. He smiled against her mouth as she moaned and threw her arms around his neck. He knew Spike was seething, he could practically smell the rage. Tormenting Spike was too much fun to resist, even if he did really just want to go upstairs to Darla.

He made his way up one more flight of stairs and found her room eventually. He walked in and knew without a doubt it was Drusilla's room. All her dolls were on the shelves, along with some herbs from magic spells she sometimes attempted. He set her down gently then kissed her before she could move away. She tasted like cinnamon... he didn't know why, she just always did. He caught the faint taste of blood too and realized he hadn't fed in hours.

Then he caught the taste of their sire on her tongue and he moaned as he felt himself growing hard. It wasn't bloody fair the hold Angelus had over him and Dru. He hated the bastard, he sure as hell didn't want to want him. But he didn't get a say in the matter, it was like a law of nature with vampires. The stupid fucking sire/childe bond. It doesn't matter how your sire treats you, you are doomed to adore him or her until they finally get tired of you and dust you.

Drusilla ground her hips against his and he moaned. He slipped his hands to the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. She slid her hands up under his T-shirt and scratched down his chest, drawing blood. "FUCK!" Spike yelled as he broke the kiss.

Spike growled. "Dru, please. I want you. I need you. Don't you remember how good we are together? I can make you feel so good, Pet." He leaned in to lick along the ridge of her ear. He grinned when she whimpered in response. "Come on, Baby, let me make you scream, just like old times."

Spike grinned and stepped back. He pulled off his T-shirt, then pushed his jeans down quickly. He winced as his body reminded him of the recent abuse by Angelus. He caught Drusilla's concerned look and smiled at her. "It's nothing," he assured her. She smiled and turned her back to him. He walked over and slipped her dress off her shoulders slowly. He leaned in to nip at her neck as he slid it down her body.

Spike slipped his hands around her stomach, and pulled her back against his chest, "I'll never do that again, Dru. I need you too much." He moaned when she rubbed her ass against his already erect cock. He continued kissing her neck as his hands moved up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them, gently. When she moaned his name, he then pinched and twisted her nipples roughly. "SPIKE!" she moaned, "I need..."

"Ah, Fuck," he groaned as she continued to rub herself against his cock, faster now. She raised her arms and reached behind them to squeeze his ass. He moved one hand down to her cunt, cupping her gently. He moaned when he felt how wet she was already. He wondered briefly if it was all because of him. NO! Don't think about that He told himself. It doesn't matter. All that matters is she's here with me now.

He tightened his other arm around her waist to still her movements then. When she whimpered and pulled at his arm uneffectively, he chuckled. "Ya gotta stop, Dru. Otherwise this is going to be over way too quickly." He moved his arm on top of hers then and interlocked his fingers with hers. "And I don't want this to be over until I hear you scream my name," he growled. She turned her head and he looked into her eyes before kissing her passionately. She moved her other hand to the base of his skull as their tongues dueled.

He slipped two fingers of his other hand inside her cunt then and began thrusting them inside her repeatedly. He kissed along her jaw then bit her earlobe. He loved the sounds she made during sex, all her whimpers and moans. She was always so vocal; she let him know without a doubt when he did something to her that she liked. It was half the reason she was able to make him so crazy.

He added two more fingers to her passage and she cried out in surprise. Before long she was rocking against his hand as best she could, whimpering and moaning his name loudly. "Spike, please, I'm burning," she whimpered.

"I know, Pet," he whispered in her ear. He moved his thumb to her clit and rubbed it gently. She arched against his hand and stifled a sob. "It's okay, Dru. Just let go. Come for me, Baby," he urged her as he increased pressure on her clit. He vamped out and bit down on her earlobe just enough to draw blood. She screamed his name as she climaxed.

Spike held her against him as her knees gave out. He continued thrusting his fingers into her gently until she quieted. Then he pulled them out of her and brought them to his mouth. He groaned as he tasted her cum on his fingers. "You taste so good, Luv."

"Oh gods, Dru, it's been too long," Spike said as he looked at her then. This beautiful woman in front of him was his princess, his reason for being. He climbed onto the bed and aligned his cock with her opening. He thrust into her fully and she whimpered with pleasure. He groaned at the feeling of being inside her finally. Her body was made for him to worship, they were perfect together. After too many months away from her, he'd almost forgotten that. He'd almost forgotten what he'd given up. He'd never let that happen again.

Spike groaned and sped up the pace of his thrusts into her. He didn't think he could remember the last time she'd said that to him. Or even if she ever had said it before. He raised his head to look into her eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back and he felt like his entire world fell into place at that moment. He kissed her passionately as he felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled back and she tilted her head away from him. "Drink," she whispered.

He vamped out and sunk his fangs into her throat. She climaxed with a yell, her muscles contracting around his cock. Spike groaned when he felt her fangs in his own throat. He followed her quickly into his own orgasm, as they drank each other's blood. He withdrew his fangs eventually, as did she. He kissed her again gently before rolling onto his back.

Drusilla cuddled up against his side and he wrapped his arms around her waist. His last thoughts as he drifted off to sleep were, I'm home. I don't give a damn what happens with Angelus, I'm with my Drusilla. That's all that matters.

"Like hell you are, Girl," Angelus said. "You think I don't see right through you? Don't try to con someone who mastered the art two hundred years before your ancestors figured out that was how to make their first million."

He pulled her back against him and growled in her ear, "Been there, done that. Now make yourself scarce." He threw her out of the room and waited until he heard her door slam. Then he went down the hall to Lindsey's room.

Darla had been waiting for Angelus to return. Lindsey was sound asleep and she hoped he'd be able to stay that way. She was amazed he wasn't too nervous to sleep. I suppose that just means he trusts me. He believes that I wouldn't have put him into any serious danger of physical harm from Angelus. I really hope I am worthy of that trust. But Angelus has never been predictable.

She heard the door open and shut again. She knew it was Angelus. She decided to wait for him to make his presence known. The silence was unnerving, to say the least. And it wasn't fair; she knew he could see everything in the dark room perfectly but she couldn't even tell where he was. She was glad that Lindsey had pulled the sheet up over them. Something told her Angelus wouldn't need to actually see their nude bodies, it would just make him more irate than he was at the moment.

She felt Lindsey tense up under her; he was awake obviously and sensed another presence in the room. She sighed and sat up, not bothering to cover her breasts with the sheet. "Darling?" she said and mentally cursed her trembling voice. "Angelus? Is that you?"

"I remember," Angelus said. The small talk was annoying but he had needed a moment to regain control of his emotions. At first he'd been contemplating snapping Lindsey's neck, but then decided that would be too hasty a move. Especially since he felt that Lindsey was valuable to him, because of his knowledge of Wolfram and Hart.

"Well, I'd like to say this was a surprise, but I saw it coming," he said smoothly. He looked over at his childe, who was still faking sleep. "I know you're awake, Boy, don't insult me by pretending otherwise," he growled. Lindsey looked over at him hesitantly and Angelus smiled. "That's better. At least have the courtesy to look me in the eye after you fuck what belongs to me."

"Silence." Angelus cut him off. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Lindsey. I would have thought you would be smarter...at least that you'd have a better sense of self-preservation. I just got back from fucking one childe into submission; I wasn't thinking I'd have to do the same to another childe when I got home." He smirked when Lindsey looked away as he caught the scent of fear in the air.

Darla hadn't found it easy to remain silent after Angelus' 'fuck what belongs to me' comment. She'd forgotten just how cruel he could be when he wanted to be. It was the first time that she felt like his whore. More than that, it was the first time she felt that was how he thought of her.

"No, Angelus. I won't let you do this--Hey!" she yelled when she was hauled over Angelus shoulder and carried swiftly out of the room. "Put me down!" she demanded as she pounded on his back. As she requested, he put her back on her feet once they were inside his room. But he walked out and shut the door, then locked her inside.

"Damn it, Angelus! Don't do this! Let me out of here!" She screamed, pounding on the door. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had thought she would be able to handle the situation better. She knew now she had been mistaken, though. He was going to punish Lindsey and she couldn't stop him. "This is my fault!" She screamed. "You want to punish someone? Punish me!"

She fell quiet for a moment and listened. She didn't hear anything for what felt like hours. Then she heard footsteps upstairs. "LINDSEY!" She yelled. "GET OUT! NOW!" She waited, hoping he would listen to her. Maybe he would be able to get away. "I should've made you leave earlier tonight," She said as she sat down, her back against the door. "I'm so sorry, Lindsey," she whispered tearfully.

Angelus returned to the door of Lindsey's room, after ensuring that Darla would not be interrupting them. He ignored her screams and curses. This wasn't something he could let slide. Lindsey was his childe and had no right touching Darla without permission from his sire. Lindsey had done this anyway, so he had to be taught a lesson.

Spike shot up in bed, his heart racing. "Fucking-son-of-a-bitch, WHAT!" Spike yelled before he could stop himself. Oh... Shit. He thought as he finally saw Angelus. He was standing in the doorway looking angrier than Spike had seen him in a long time.

Spike sighed with relief. Someone had pissed off Angelus more than he just had? He was grateful to whoever it was for that. He looked down at Drusilla; she was still sound asleep. She wouldn't be up anytime soon. And Angelus was now offering him the opportunity to play 'eldest childe' and help him torture someone...hmm... "Sure. Why the hell not," Spike shrugged. He jumped out of bed and pulled on his jeans. Angelus had already started back down the hallway and Spike ran after him.

Spike nodded. So Cordelia was right about Darla's little extra-curricular activities. Oops for her. And her poor boy-toy, Spike grinned as he thought of the fun that lay ahead. He didn't really know anything about Lindsey, but it didn't matter to him. He hadn't tortured anyone for so long, he'd not realized how much he'd missed it until now. Well, he had tortured Angelus, but he preferred not to think about that. He hoped that Angelus had forgotten about it...but doubted he had. Knowing my sire, he's just getting me to the point where I feel safe again, and then he'll pounce.

"I'm going down to the basement," Angelus said when they reached the second floor. "Go get Lindsey. Room 217. And be careful; he's stronger than he looks. He probably knows he's in trouble, so he'll fight back."

Spike paused for a moment, when he heard Darla screaming bloody murder. Most likely she'd heard their voices and that had made her start up again. Stupid bint should shut up and be grateful she's not on the torture list herself.

Spike reached the door to Lindsey's room and listened for a moment. He didn't hear anything, other than Darla cursing from her room. "Damn, Woman," Spike chuckled as he heard a few words come from her mouth he didn't think she even knew. "She may not be the sire anymore; but I still pity Angelus when he finishes with Lindsey and has to deal with her."

As Spike reached for the doorknob, the door opened and Spike got knocked to his ass as someone went flying down the hall. "Oh bloody fuckin' hell," Spike growled. "Stupid childe! You're only making it worse on yerself!" He yelled and then ran down the stairs after Lindsey.

Lindsey had pulled on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt when Angelus had grabbed Darla and carried her back to his room. He'd been relieved when he'd heard Angelus moving upstairs, thinking he might be able to figure some way out of the situation. When he'd heard Darla's screams urging him to leave, he hadn't thought twice about it. Obviously she wouldn't be able to deal with Angelus' jealousy, and Lindsey didn't much want to do so himself. He'd run out of the room, knocking someone over on his way. He hadn't thought twice, but kept running. Lindsey had been almost to the front door when he was tackled. "GET OFF ME!" Lindsey yelled as he struggled to get free.

Spike felt a moment of deja vu at the words, but kept control of the situation. He grabbed the younger vampire's wrists and kept him pinned to the floor with his body weight. "Ya know, you're being a fuckin' idiot," he said calmly. "First, for daring to fuck Darla, the only creature Angelus has ever come close to loving in almost two centuries. Secondly, for trying to get away after pissing him off like that. He won't let you leave, he'll hunt you down if it takes him years, Lindsey. That's how damn one-track-minded our sire can be. My advice to you is just take your punishment like an obedient little childe. He will punish you, there's no getting out of it. But if you fight him it just makes it worse. Take my word for it, I know this from experience."

"FUCK YOU!" Lindsey yelled. He slipped into gameface and turned his head. He quickly sunk his fangs into Spike's arm, down to the bone. Spike howled in pain and surprise. He grabbed Lindsey by the head with his free hand quickly yanked his head away from his arm. He then slammed Lindsey's forehead against the floor and knocked Lindsey out. Spike sighed in relief and got to his feet.

When they reached the stairway down into the basement, Spike thought for about half a second before he shoved Lindsey down the stairs. He chuckled, feeling better at the sight of the unconscious vampire tumbling down the stairs. "Shit, that's gonna hurt later," Spike said with a grin.

"He fuckin' bit me, Angelus," Spike retorted. "He deserved a good bone-breaking." Spike walked down the stairs then and saw his sire had been busy. There were two chains hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. There was a table nearby with knives, whips, crosses and several bottles which Spike knew from experience held holy water. Yeah, he's pissed all right. Spike decided.

Angelus sighed when he saw Spike's right arm. Lindsey had taken quite a chunk of skin out of it. Angelus walked over and grabbed his wrist to examine the wound in his arm. He growled warningly at Spike when his childe tried to pull away. Spike sighed in irritation, but stood still. Angelus ran his finger over the gash lightly and Spike hissed in pain.

"Good," Angelus nodded. "Now get him in the chains before he comes to. And get those clothes off him." As Spike did as told, Angelus unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He planned to be dealing in quite a bit of blood and didn't much want to wash blood-stains out of one of his favorite shirts later.

Spike dragged Lindsey over to the chains, then managed to get his wrists into the shackles. Lindsey makes quite a pretty picture, hanging there. Looks all innocent and breakable. Angelus always did choose his childer carefully, only the handsome men or the beautiful women for him. S'pose that's 'cause he's not too hard on the eyes himself.

Spike then turned to find out from Angelus what he wanted him to do to Lindsey next. OH bloody hell, he bit back a groan when he saw him. His sire had taken off his shirt and was all perfectly sculpted abs and washboard stomach. Spike tried unsuccessfully to tear his eyes away from Angelus chest. It was a difficult struggle, as he was hit by the overwhelming urge to go reacquaint himself with the taste of his sire's skin. NO you don't! Spike finally turned back to Lindsey so Angelus wouldn't be able to see the lust in his eyes.

Angelus smiled when he saw Spike sneak a glance ... a long glance... at his bare chest before looking away again. But he reminded himself he had Lindsey to deal with first. "I don't think Lindsey's paying attention yet," Angelus said.

Lindsey yelled and his eyes opened. Spike was the first thing he saw. "You again," Lindsey sighed. "Didn't I make it clear when I bit you--" He realized then that he was completely nude. He tried to move his arms but his next realization was that he was chained to the ceiling. He looked up and tugged on the chains, but soon gave that up as a possible way out. He looked around the room and his eyes finally settled on Angelus.

Angelus smiled when Lindsey finally saw him. He could smell the intense fear then and it made him instantly hard. He chuckled when he saw Lindsey notice that and look away quickly. "I think he's starting to put two and two together, Spike."

"I didn't think he was, but apparently I was mistaken," Angelus replied with a shrug. "Why don't you enlighten us as to your mindset Lindsey?" he asked calmly. "What on earth possessed you tonight? What were you thinking?"

"I..." Lindsey shrugged. "I wasn't." He caught sight of the knives, whips and other items on the table, and felt a moment of panic. He forced it away quickly, though. It wouldn't help matters, it would just let Angelus keep the upper hand. If he could keep Angelus talking, though, maybe he could get Angelus to see he hadn't meant to upset him.

"Well, at least you're being honest," Angelus said. "But that's not enough to get you out of this, Childe. Let me clear something up for you. I don't mind if my childer fuck each other, as long as they ask my permission first. Just ask Spike, here. He was smart enough to ask me for permission to be with Drusilla, and I granted it. If you'd been with Dru or Cordelia and not asked my permission first, I would have still punished you for that. But if it had been Dru or Cordelia you'd chosen instead of Darla, you wouldn't be looking forward to the kind of pain you are now."

"Because this is Darla, Lindsey, this is a much worse situation than just getting off without permission. This is getting off and using Darla to do so. And that's the worst kind of disrespect you could ever have paid me, Boy. Darla is MINE. She is off-limits, now and for eternity. You have no right to fuck anyone without my agreement, much less DARLA!"

"Just shut up," Angelus repeated as he looked over his instruments of torture sitting on the table. "Contrary to your opinion of me, I'm not stupid. I wasn't oblivious to the attraction between the two of you. But I was assuming you would be smart enough to withstand the urge. I thought you wouldn't test me like this. At the very least, I thought it would be a while before I had to discipline you."

He grabbed a black leather whip and threw it to Spike. "But I guess I was wrong. So one last question, Lindsey. Are you brain-damaged, or were you aware that you were tempting my anger by being with Darla?"

Angelus stared at him a moment in shock. "JEALOUS?!" He yelled. He walked over to Lindsey and Spike stepped out of his way as he drew near. "Jealous of you?" he asked calmly. He smiled, "You've got quite an ego on you, Boy, if you think you're any competition for Darla's affections. Darla made a choice two centuries ago when she turned me and she's never changed her mind about that choice. I'm what she wants, what she needs."

"Obviously you're not, if she turned to me tonight," Lindsey replied. He ignored the flash of gold in Angelus eyes and continued. It appeared he was going to be tortured anyway, so he might as well try to get Angelus to see the reality of the situation. "There must have been something missing, Angelus. Something she needed that I could give her and you couldn't ... or just wouldn't. And I know what it is. I care about her, and I don't try to hide that fact. I'm not afraid to tell her. Unlike you; you treat her like your property--"

Angelus punched Lindsey in the nose and smiled when he heard the bones break. He was relieved it had served to shut him up. "You don't know the first thing about having a mate. It's not simpering professions of love, Lindsey. It's about belonging to each other; and knowing that no matter who else you fuck, you are still bound to only one for all eternity. You claim there must be something missing in my relationship with Darla? Well, you're right. What's missing is the Angelus who used to concede to her demands. But she'll get over it. As for how I treat her, you don't know me. You don't know how I show my affections. Darla knows, though, and that's all that matters."

"If she knew, she wouldn't be terrified she was going to lose you!" Lindsey interrupted him. "Tonight with me was about that. She needed to feel like she was the only one that mattered, and I gave that to her tonight. She needed someone to make her feel like she was the only one he wanted. You don't do that; you fuck everything that moves. So she looked for a little stability with me... and I think she found it."

Angelus clamped his hand around Lindsey's throat and squeezed. He held back just enough to keep from breaking the boy's neck. He was amazed when Lindsey didn't start fighting for breath; that had always been Spike's reaction. Oh well, it still hurts; even if he's managed to overcome his breathing instinct so soon.

"You think, just because you fucked her, that you know her? You know what she felt tonight? You don't." Angelus released Lindsey's throat and circled around to stand behind him. Just inches away, not even touching him though. He knew it was driving Lindsey crazy, not being able to see him and wondering what he'd do next.

"You say she cares about you?" Angelus asked, his lips grazing Lindsey's ear. He smirked over at Spike when Lindsey shuddered. Spike grinned back, knowing well the mindgame Angelus was playing. "You couldn't be farther from the truth, Childe," Angelus continued. "Darla's motives in being with you weren't pure. It's all about this game that Darla and I play." He ran his hand lightly down Lindsey's spine then and chuckled when Lindsey tried to jerk away. "We've been playing the same game for years. She gets mad when I don't do exactly what she wants, so she takes a lover. There wasn't any deep, profound reason that she chose you as that lover, either," he added as he moved to stand in front of Lindsey again. "She's very fickle when it comes to who he ... or she... is. She probably would've had Dru, or one of the bodyguards, if the thought had occurred to her instead. They don't matter, what matters is the attempt to make me jealous. But the attempt always fails, because she still comes back to me at the end of the day.

"So you think you're something special?" Angelus asked, his arms crossed in front of him now. "You aren't, Boy. You are nothing. If I were to dust you, she'd get over it in no time at all. You were just a distraction, one that I've put a stop to. She'll abide by my wishes, too, she'll never go near you again. Because she really only wants me. I am the only thing Darla cares about. She's mine and always has been. And nobody, especially not you, will ever change that."

Spike nodded and turned back to Lindsey, "You heard our sire," he said with a leer. "Scream loud, Lindsey Boy. I, for one, love to hear the screams when I'm torturing someone. And another incentive for you: it'll make Angelus happy. The happier he is, the sooner he'll let you go. Oh, and one more thing," he added as he circled Lindsey slowly. "Angelus has this thing, he likes it when you count the lashes. Proves you're paying attention and all."

Lindsey gritted his teeth, waiting for the first blow. He watched Spike circle him like a vulture. Round and round he goes, where he stops, nobody knows Lindsey chuckled when the old rhyme popped into his head suddenly.

Lindsey kept silent. He'd been part of Wolfram and Hart for years; if Spike thought he was evil, he'd be surprised at how well Lindsey could stand that evil directed at him. He wasn't that easily broken. He refused to look at Angelus, he wouldn't give the older vampire the satisfaction. He set his gaze on the wall directly across from him. He tried to brace himself for the next blow. Spike came into his line of vision and then Lindsey saw him strike with the whip. Lindsey threw himself backward just enough to dodge the whip. He burst out laughing at Spike's shocked expression.

Spike's eyes narrowed. "Cheeky bastard," he growled. Then he struck again, catching Lindsey across the stomach. Lindsey yelled at that, as Spike had put his entire strength into the blow. Spike smiled as he saw the nice cut in the boy's skin, just starting to bleed.

He circled around and caught Lindsey across the back of the legs. "ONE!" He yelled. He whipped him three more times across his back. "ONE! ONE! ONE!" He yelled. He circled around to within inches of Lindsey's face. "You sensing a pattern here, yet?" He asked calmly. "The count doesn't go on, until you start obeying. I can go on for hours, I've been trained by the master over there. I doubt you can, but you're welcome to try."

Spike had been busy whipping Lindsey, every inch of flesh was now covered by lash marks. Spike had concentrated the blows for the last ten minutes on the boy's genitals. Lindsey would scream when the pain got to be too much to hold in. Spike loved hearing it, it was music to his ears. Not to mention that the sight of the broken body in front of him made his cock so hard his jeans were uncomfortable.

Lindsey had started counting finally, about five minutes ago. In that short space of time, Lindsey had counted over seventy blows. Spike knew he was being brutal, but Angelus hadn't bothered to stop him yet. So Spike kept going.

Angelus watched appreciatively as Spike whipped Lindsey mercilessly. For forty-five minutes it went on. He could smell Spike's arousal and he was hard himself. Spike had taken off his T-shirt not too long after starting and Angelus was enjoying that view almost as much as the view of Lindsey, bleeding and screaming. He was screaming almost continually now, his voice was hoarse. Spike only paused a fraction of a second between blows so Lindsey couldn't recover between lashes.

Angelus was surprised that Lindsey wasn't begging for mercy yet. He wasn't worried, though, he'd have this childe doing that soon. Soon being a relative term, as Angelus had nowhere to be in the near future. He'd left orders with his men to feed Darla but not let her out of his room. He'd also made sure that Cordelia knew to stay away from both Darla and the basement.

So they had all the time in the world to teach Lindsey his lesson. But apparently the whipping had done all it was going to do. Angelus hopped off the table and turned to contemplate the next move. He grinned as he saw the small metal cross. He picked up a thick leather glove and put it on. This would hurt Lindsey more than him.

"That's enough of that, it's my turn to play," Angelus said. He picked up the cross and walked over to Lindsey slowly. When he reached Spike, Spike made a move to leave but Angelus said, "Don't go yet. I still need your help."

Angelus walked over to Lindsey and stopped in front of him. His boy was eyeing him warily. His body was bruised and bleeding from the whipping. Angelus caught the scent of fear on him, too. He'd noticed the cross in Angelus' gloved hand.

Angelus showed no reaction in his face. "Wrong answer," he said softly, before he pressed the cross to Lindsey's stomach. Lindsey screamed in agony, but Angelus held the cross against his skin relentlessly. He smiled cruelly as Lindsey's flesh smoked. He finally relented and pulled the cross away and Lindsey sobbed with relief.

"Better," Angelus nodded. "I'm still not convinced that you really believe that, but we'll leave it for the moment. Next question. Who am I?" Lindsey just gave him a bewildered look. "Just think about it, I'm sure the answer will come to you."

Angelus raised an eyebrow then shrugged. He regarded Lindsey's body for a moment silently, then pressed the cross to Lindsey's chest, over his left nipple. Lindsey held in the scream as long as possible but the pain became unbearable. He screamed, finally, louder than the first. "STOP! PLEASE!" He begged. "You own me, you own me!"

Angelus turned and walked back over to the table. He set the cross down and removed his glove. He looked over at Spike and grinned. Spike had obviously enjoyed the show so far, as he was staring at Angelus lustfully. I'm just getting started, Will, My Boy, Angelus thought as he returned to Lindsey.

"You know, Lindsey, belonging to me doesn't have to be a bad thing." He smiled as Lindsey's eyes searched his face suspiciously. "Granted, it can be, if you don't do what I ask," he added. "But if you cooperate, it's not all unpleasurable." He walked up to Lindsey and ran one finger lightly down his chest, then traced the cross-shaped scar in Lindsey's stomach that was already fading.

Angelus grabbed Lindsey by the chin. "Look at me," he ordered. "Don't piss me off again." He smiled when Lindsey relented and met his eyes. He let his hand caress Lindsey's face, grinning when Lindsey leaned into the touch subconsciously. Childer, especially newly turned childer, always craved affection from their sires.

Lindsey jerked his head away suddenly, as he realized what he was doing. He saw Angelus' smirk and gritted his teeth to keep from cursing him. He hissed when he felt hands stroking his sides gently. His whip marks were still raw, so it hurt, but it also felt...NO! He tried to control his body's response to Angelus' touch. Never mind the fact that he'd always had an attraction to Angel, he wasn't going to let him know that.

Angelus smiled when he felt his childe shudder under his touch. He looked into Lindsey's eyes and saw the conflict there. Lindsey wanted Angelus, but at the same time he was trying to deny that desire. We'll just have to see how long that lasts Angelus thought with a smirk.

Angelus moved back slightly. "Do you want me, Lindsey?" he asked. Lindsey just stared at him, refusing to reply. Angelus chuckled, "Well there's more than one way to get a reply to that question, you know." He moved his hands to Lindsey's chest and teased his nipples lightly. Lindsey couldn't stifle a groan as he felt himself growing hard.

Angelus raised an eyebrow. "I think you do," he whispered in Lindsey's ear as he leaned closer, and pressed himself against Lindsey's body. Lindsey bit his lip to keep from crying out. The feeling of Angelus' cool skin against his torn chest, and Angelus' jeans rubbing against his abused cock, brought a sensation that was a combination of pain and pleasure.

Angelus pulled away, to Lindsey's enormous relief. Then he moved around behind Lindsey, and pressed himself up against Lindsey's back. He slipped his hands around to Lindsey's chest. One hand teased and pinched Lindsey's nipples, while the other trailed down to stroke Lindsey's semi-erect cock to hardness. He thrust his hips against Lindsey's ass, letting him feel his erection pressing against him through his jeans.

Angelus caught the scent of another's arousal in the room and rested his chin on Lindsey's shoulder as he looked at Spike. His eldest male childe was sitting on the table, staring at Lindsey and Angelus. His mouth was slightly open as he panted for unneeded breath. Angelus only had to look in Spike's eyes to see the desire there. Once their eyes locked, it caused him to lose all interest in Lindsey for the moment.

Spike had watched Angelus seduce Lindsey, feeling himself growing harder by the minute. Spike was entranced as he watched Angelus waver from cruelty -- the cross pressed to bare skin -- to feigned gentleness. Spike knew it was feigned; Angelus had played this same game with Spike, more times than he could count. He knew what Angelus was doing to Lindsey. He would make Lindsey want him and then fuck Lindsey dry, delighting in the screams of pain when he did. The great thing about it, though, was by the time Angelus fucked Lindsey, he'd have him wanting it as much as hating it.

Spike ached for release, after watching the slow seduction of his sibling. He was dying for it. He held off the urge to touch himself, though, he didn't know if Angelus would get pissed if he did. With Angelus, when in doubt, take the safe road. Something Darla should have done, 'cuz then Lindsey wouldn't be here right now. Oh, wait, scratch that. I want Lindsey here, because it means that Angelus isn't torturing me.

Spike looked at Angelus and noticed he was staring at him. The lust in Angelus' eyes made Spike's cock twitch in response. He stifled a groan but he couldn't manage to break his gaze away. When Angelus moved around Lindsey and slowly walked toward Spike, Spike thought he might very well hyperventilate from the way his sire was looking at him. The look in his eyes told Spike he wanted to devour him. Spike did groan out loud at that thought, and Angelus smirked in response.

Spike was about to hop off the table when Angelus stopped him with a word. "Stay." Spike quirked an eyebrow but obeyed. Angelus walked up to the table, standing in between Spike's knees. There was a moment in which they just stared at each other. Then Angelus grabbed him by the back of the head with one hand and pulled his head forward. He kissed him roughly, his tongue forcing its way into Spike's mouth.

Spike groaned at Angelus' possessiveness, as his hands gripped the edge of the table. He knew the rules. He wasn't allowed to move a muscle without Angelus' permission. He did pull his mouth away with a gasp, though, when he felt a hand cupping him through his jeans. He felt both Angelus' hands move up his chest and settle on his nipples, alternately twisting and pinching them. "Bloody hell," he groaned, closing his eyes to savor the sensation. "Sire, please," he said. "I want to touch you."

Angelus grew even harder at hearing those words from his boy. "All right," he replied. It was his turn to moan when he felt his childe's hands roam his chest. He leaned closer to Spike and kissed his way down Spike's jaw to his throat. He licked and bit lightly at the skin over the jugular vein. Spike growled with desire. Spike hissed in surprise when he felt his zipper being pulled down.

Angelus smiled at Spike's suspicious expression. He unzipped his own pants and pushed them off his legs quickly, freeing his already erect cock. He smirked when Spike unconsciously licked his lips as he looked at him. Angelus inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of his childer's arousal. Spike's arousal wasn't a surprise, he'd always been quite easy to seduce.

Lindsey's reaction to this, though, was a little bit of a surprise. Angelus had no doubt, especially when he glanced over at Lindsey and saw the look on his face, Lindsey was most definitely enjoying the show. Angelus was glad, it added to Lindsey's torture. On the other hand, Angelus couldn't have cared less if Lindsey hadn't been enjoying it. Because that would have added to the torture, too.

Lindsey was secondary for the moment, anyway. What Angelus really wanted was to bury himself inside Spike. Their earlier fuck had been about reestablishing his dominance over Spike. Now, though, was no longer about domination. It was about fucking. Lust, pure and simple.

In the midst of the insanity of the past few days, Angelus needed this. He needed the simplicity of what he had with Spike...on their good days anyway. Mutual desire and affection. He wanted Spike, Spike wanted him. No love to get in the way, no jealousy to cause either one to act like idiots. Just this, taking what they wanted, being in the moment, the way demons were supposed to be.

Spike groaned at the words. Yeah, whatever, it always, he thought ruefully. Not that that's a terrible thing, when he's not being all psychotic. He looked at Angelus' body appreciatively. He had to admit, there had never been another man who Spike had wanted like Angelus. It wasn't just the sire thing, either, there was something different about Angelus. He could seduce anyone he damn well pleased, and the unfortunate -- or fortunate -- victim was powerless to resist.

All conscious thought was lost though as Angelus kissed him again demandingly. His hands moved to Spike's waistband and Spike raised his hips as Angelus pulled his jeans off his hips quickly and shoved them off his legs. Spike growled into Angelus' mouth when he felt a hand stroking his cock lightly.

Angelus kissed his way down Spike's jaw to his throat. He ran his tongue over the scar from when he'd turned William, causing Spike to gasp. Angelus chuckled and moved his mouth lower, still stroking his childe's cock gently.

Angelus' teeth closed on a nipple and bit it lightly, then laved it with his tongue. He repeated the actions until Spike was "Oh bloody fuckin' hell," Spike whimpered and stroked Angelus' cock a little harder. Spike's other hand moved downward to squeeze Angelus' balls gently.

"Spike," Angelus groaned. Enough foreplay he thought as he looked up at his childe's eyes, filled with lust. He grabbed Spike's legs, pulling him off the table and to his feet. "Turn around and lean over the table," he prompted.

Spike felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he obeyed. He spread his legs apart and draped his upper body over the table, waiting for the invasion. He grit his teeth, he hadn't quite healed from the last time. He didn't mind too much though, because the fact was he got off on the pain. And Angelus knew this.

He felt hands parting his ass cheeks. He yelled in surprise when he felt something other than Angelus' cock, though. He wasn't sure what he felt until he looked over his shoulder. He saw Angelus kneeling behind him and watched as he darted his tongue out, teasing around his hole.

"Ohfuckmebloodyfucksireyespleaseyesgodfuckdon'tstop." was how Spike responded. He leaned his forehead against the table and panted for unneeded breath. "AGH!" He screamed and clawed at the table as Angelus began tonguing him. He whimpered as Angelus ran his hands up and down the insides of Spike's thighs, avoiding touching him where he most wanted him to.

Angelus chuckled, causing Spike to whimper. Angelus had known Spike would be surprised by his less-than-violent treatment. But Angelus had been proud of Spike tonight, his torture of Lindsey had been a beautiful thing to see. It was the first time in a very long time that Angelus felt that Spike was worthy of being part of the Clan of Aurelius.

Besides that, Angelus wasn't always interested in inflicting pain. If that had been the case, he would have gotten rid of Darla and his other boy the instant he found them in bed together. No. No more thinking about them. Angelus resolved. It was causing him to miss out on the sweet sounds of Spike's whimpers and moans, not to mention the rather inventive vocabulary used by Spike when begging Angelus for release.

Angelus withdrew his tongue and stood. Spike moaned in disappointment. "Patience," Angelus said as he ran a finger down his childe's spine. He felt Spike shudder as he did and he grinned. He sunk his fangs into his wrist, then coated his cock in his own blood.

Spike smelled the blood and growled. He hadn't fed in...he couldn't remember when. He growled as he felt the head of Angelus' cock push inside his hole. He was still sore, but he'd been taken more roughly by his sire before. "Yessss," he hissed as Angelus pushed further in. Spike pushed back, taking Angelus deeper.

Angelus groaned as he pushed inside his childe slowly. "Oh fuck," he growled when he was fully inside Spike's tight hole. He ran his hands up and down Spike's sides as he draped his body over him. He kissed and nipped Spike's neck for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of being buried inside his childe.

Spike was glad he was leaning on the table, his legs wouldn't have cooperated with the concept of standing. "SIRE!" He yelled when he felt Angelus' hand stroking his cock lightly. Then Angelus started moving inside him and Spike lost all ability of intelligent thought for the second time that night.

Angelus pulled out then thrust back in quickly. He began slamming into his childe, short fast thrusts, as he jerked Spike off. Spike began growling and begging again as Angelus kissed along his neck and shoulders.

"Sire, please!" Spike begged as he dug his nails into the surface of the table. Angelus was hitting his prostate with every thrust and Spike was slowly going insane as his pleasure built. He was so close to coming, it was nearly impossible to retain control. But he couldn't come without permission.

"Fuck, Spike, you're so tight," Angelus gasped as he moved to suck and nibble on Spike's earlobe. He felt so good surrounding him. He was aware Spike was close to orgasm, he soon felt his own orgasm approaching. He sped up his thrusts and soon came, spilling his seed in Spike's bowels. He howled and sank his fangs into Spike's shoulder, drinking his sweet blood.

Spike screamed at the feel of his sire's fangs tearing into his skin. He just barely managed to hold onto his control, and kept himself from following Angelus into orgasm. Angelus collapsed on top of him and Spike grunted at the sudden weight on top of him. Please don't pass out. Please let me come.

Bloody hell. Can't move. Can't stand. Just stake me, that would be better than this torment, keeping me hard but not letting me come. Spike sighed. He obeyed his sire, though. He leaned back against the table and looked up at Angelus.

Spike hissed and closed his eyes as Angelus began to stroke him. He reached back for the table to keep from losing his ability to stand. He opened his eyes and looked at his sire's face. He saw the lust in Angelus' eyes. That was all he saw, though, to his amazement. It had been years, over a century to be exact, since Angelus had looked at him without any disgust in his expression.

Angelus leaned in to kiss Spike, one hand at the base of Spike's skull. With his other hand, he stroked Spike's cock harder. Spike growled and clutched at Angelus' shoulders. Angelus swallowed Spike's cries of pleasure hungrily. He soon felt Spike tense for a split second and knew he was close to orgasm. He pulled back, wanting to see his childe's face when he climaxed.

Spike's eyes drifted shut as he gave into the sensations Angelus was evoking in him. "Now," Angelus growled and that was all Spike needed. He came, screaming Angelus' name. His knees gave out, but Angelus grabbed him around the waist, holding Spike against him. Spike rested his cheek on Angelus' chest as he fought to regain control.

Spike snorted and pulled away. "Guess you did," he said as he looked up at Angelus. He saw contentment in Angelus' face and sighed with relief. He didn't know what he'd been expecting. Force of habit to expect Angelus to pull a Dr. Jekyll on me at any moment.

Angelus laughed. "I can smell it on you, Boy. You want ...I don't know if it's just me. Maybe both of us. But either way, you enjoyed watching us together. And if I had any doubts, I need only to look at you."

Lindsey closed his eyes in embarrassment. He was so hard he couldn't think of anything else. He couldn't let Angelus believe it was because of him. But he couldn't come up with a good excuse for it, so he remained silent.

Angelus shrugged and pulled his pants back on. Spike started to get dressed again as well. "I don't know about you, Spike, but I'm exhausted. I can tell it's almost sunrise. Let's go upstairs and get some sleep." Spike nodded and they walked toward the stairway.

Angelus looked back at him with a smirk. "Now you change your tune, huh?" He walked over to Lindsey slowly. He ran one finger up the underside of Lindsey's cock lightly, chuckling in response to Lindsey's strangled moan.

Angelus moved closer to Lindsey until their bodies were pressed together. He trailed his hands over Lindsey's chest. He paused to tease and pinch both nipples. He grinned when Lindsey didn't meet his eyes, but didn't pull away either.

Lindsey's eyes snapped back to Angelus when Angelus stepped away. "You're staying right here, Lindsey, My Boy. You need time to think about your defiance earlier tonight toward me. Time to understand how much you really belong to me. As for leaving you 'like that', I think it's only fitting. You got your orgasm with Darla, you won't be having another one anytime soon."

When they reached the ground floor of the hotel, Spike was hit by a dizzy spell and reached for the wall... but the wall wasn't there. "Fuck." Luckily for him, Angelus grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back against his body.

"I'm fine," Spike replied. He tried to pull away but Angelus wouldn't let him go. He tilted his head back and looked up at Angelus. "Really, I am. Just haven't eaten in..." He looked away, trying to remember. "Huh. Dunno how long."

"You have thirty seconds to find a human for my childe to feed on," Angelus replied shortly. Michael nodded and ran out. Angelus turned back to Spike. "Why the HELL would you go THREE DAYS WITHOUT FEEDING?!" he demanded.

"I'm just sick of feeding out of a damn bag, Angelus! If this is what I'm doomed to be, I'd rather be dust. I tried to off myself once, but the witch and Xander stopped me. After that, I decided not to try again. But only because I figured my luck would continue to be as awful as that first time. A few days ago, though, I got beat up by a gang of humans and couldn't do a fucking thing about it. They left me for dead, and I made it back to my crypt just before sunrise. The next day, I decided I'd had enough. I figured I'd just 'forget' to feed, long enough until I faded out. I wanted to go out while some people and demons still thought of the name 'William the Bloody' without snickering."

Angelus slumped into a chair in disbelief that Spike had let the situation get to him to that extent. Yes, things had been bad, but Spike had always been a fighter. Angelus never would have imagined Spike would ever give up so easily. Is this what the soldiers did to my childe? They broke his spirit? The thought upset him immensely. He had never been able to break Spike, he hadn't thought any humans ever would. He wondered if any of those humans were still alive. If they were, Angelus would remedy that situation. I should've been there for him.

"Don't call me that!" Spike exploded. "Just because we fucked a couple times tonight doesn't mean the last century... the last three years especially... didn't happen. They did and you lost the right to call me by that name. My name's Spike, not William, Spike!"

"Aw, come on, Angelus. Don't tell me you weren't a little thrilled when you found out I lost my bite. Kind of fitting for a vamp who sent his own sire to hell, don'tcha think?" Spike asked. He'd almost fallen for the 'kinder and gentler Angelus' act, but he remembered the last time they'd been a family. He was still hurting from that Angelus.

Angelus stared at him a moment. "You really think I could be happy about you being unable to defend yourself from humans?" he asked. "You think it gives me any pleasure to know that you'd rather destroy yourself than live like this? It doesn't. Nothing you've ever done makes me think you deserve this existence.

"Last time we were both in Sunnydale, we played the 'let's see who can fuck who over worse' game. I won't pretend I was blameless or exactly sane back then. I used Dru; I kept you in that wheelchair when I could've healed you; I tried to make hell our permanent residence. And your move in the game was sending me to Hell."

They looked up as Michael and a young red-headed girl walked in. She looked like she was in her early twenties, slender and petite with green eyes. Angelus walked over to them, wondering how Michael had gotten her to them.

Spike scowled; he hated charity. But he was hungry. He sunk his fangs into April's throat and the taste of her blood made him growl. He hadn't fed off a human since a year earlier, before the fucking chip. He drained her quickly. He finally withdrew his fangs and shoved her off the couch. He felt much stronger. "Thanks. Needed that."

"Spike, whatever happened in the past, we both screwed up," Angelus said. "I'm not inclined to dwell on those times. I'd rather concentrate on the present. Things... I'm going to be very different from the Angelus you remember from Sunnydale."

Spike nodded. He remembered the years, over a century ago, when the four of them had been together. Being with Darla had kept Angelus from 'suck the world into Hell schemes.' He'd been evil, but not psychotic. Angelus had been more affectionate with him and Dru back then, too. He'd only punished his childer when they truly deserved it. So maybe there was hope that Spike could have that Angelus back again.

Spike shrugged. "I guess I understand what you're saying. I've got a psycho bird of my own," Spike said. "But having her seems to make things better for me in the long run. So I guess that means we've both made okay choices in..." he trailed off and looked at the floor. He'd been about to say 'mates', but that's not what he and Dru were. He'd never asked Angelus' permission to mate with Dru. He'd tried to find the nerve to ask him, but Angelus had left before he could ask.

Angelus had been about to say something smart but he stopped when he looked at Spike. He saw the worry in Spike's eyes that Angelus was just tormenting him, taunting him with something he'd never let him have. Angelus sighed and shook his head. "I'm not fucking with you, Spike. I mean it. I know you care about Dru; it's always been obvious she cares for you too. But it's a discussion for later, all right? I'm tired now, I'm going to bed. As long as I know you aren't in any more danger of passing out...."

"I'm not in the mood for this discussion right now," Angelus growled. "I'm tired and want to shower and then sleep." He turned to go into the bathroom, then turned back to her. "On second thought, you shower first." At her puzzled look he sighed. "You smell like him, Darla; it makes me sick."

Darla flinched at his harsh tone. She nodded and went into the bathroom. She shrugged off her robe and stepped into the shower. As she turned on the spray and stood under it, she tried to hold back her tears. She didn't want to contemplate how much damage she might have done to their already fragile relationship. If there still was a relationship after what she'd done.

She supposed she should be glad that he was giving her the silent treatment, rather than punishing her. But then again, she considered, maybe punishment would be better, at least then he'd get his anger out of his system quickly. She would do anything he wanted to keep him from leaving her. She wanted to apologize to him, but she doubted that would do much good.

She turned off the faucets eventually and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel, dried quickly and put her robe back on. She hesitated, not really wanting to go back to the bedroom and face the anger she'd seen in Angelus' eyes earlier. She shook off her cowardice, though, and walked out of the bathroom.

Angelus spared her a brief glance before he brushed past her into the bathroom. Darla felt the tears sting her eyes and this time she didn't bother to hold them back. She slipped on a dark blue nightgown then crawled into bed. She curled up on her side and let herself cry as Angelus showered. She had to fix this mess, she just didn't know how.

Angelus walked back into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. Darla was lying in bed on her side with her back turned to him. She was trying to keep him from hearing it, but he knew she was crying. Part of him felt bad, knowing his reaction to her was the reason she was upset. The other part of him felt that she deserved it, though, so he remained quiet.

Darla couldn't see a thing in the dark, but she stared in his direction a moment, speechless. For probably the first time in her life, she couldn't come up with any way to manipulate her way out of the situation she'd gotten herself into. She almost reached out to touch him, but stopped herself. She realized he didn't want to be bothered.

The two laid there in silence. Neither fell asleep for several hours, both contemplating their own hurts. Even though they were only inches apart, they both felt like the distance between them was more like miles.

Darla woke and looked over at Angelus' side of the bed. He wasn't there. She sighed and looked over at the clock. It was 7 pm, she'd slept for 12 hours, much to her surprise. The morning had exhausted her mentally and physically.

She got out of bed, and looked at the door warily. I suppose it's too much to hope, she thought with a shrug. She walked to the closet and chose a pair of black pants and a red tube top. She changed quickly, then ran a brush through her hair. She sat back on the bed and waited.

Angelus, Spike, Dru and Cordelia were in the lobby. They were discussing Cordelia's recent research into possible doctors who could remove Spike's chip. Angelus and Spike sat on the couch, Dru sat on the floor by Angelus' legs, her head on his knee. Cordelia was sitting in a nearby chair.

Spike wasn't upset about the attention Angelus was giving Drusilla. He'd only been upset when Angelus used Dru as a means to an end. A way to make Spike angry, a way to hurt Dru in the long run. That was the Angelus that had made Spike angry enough to attempt to kill him. So far, though, he hadn't seen that Angelus. He was being almost affectionate to Drusilla, which made her happy. And whenever his Princess was happy, Spike was content with the situation.

Lindsey startled awake when he sensed the presence of another demon in the room. His eyes met Angelus' and he looked away quickly. He'd been hoping he'd be free soon. He doubted it, though, when he saw the grin on Angelus' face. "Please let me go," he begged. His throat felt dry, he wondered if Angelus was going to starve him to death. He wondered then if vampires could starve to death.

Because you're sick, twisted, sadistic bastard, Lindsey's mind offered as he stared at the floor. However, he realized that wouldn't go over well if said aloud. "Darla belongs to you. I broke the rules; I'm not supposed to touch her. I did anyway. You own me, so you have the right to punish me when I screw up."

"I almost believe you," Angelus replied. "but not quite. I doubt you truly understand just to what extent I own you." He smirked, and added, "But you're going to find out right now." He let his eyes roam over Lindsey's body, trying to decide where to start with the next lesson. Lindsey's skin was still covered with angry, red marks from the whipping. Some lashes had opened up the skin, but those wounds were healing nicely. His cock was no longer hard, so Angelus decided to fix that little problem.

"You know, Lindsey," Angelus spoke finally. "I spent the day with Darla. Strangely enough, though, she didn't even ask me to release you. She did mention she heard the screams." He smiled cruelly, "So what does that do to your theory that she cares about you?"

Angelus chuckled. "You got that backward, Childe. I'm going to fuck you." He laughed when Lindsey came to life then, pulling against the chains holding his arms. "Don't worry," he added smoothly. "You won't hate it... entirely." He circled around behind Lindsey. "It wouldn't be very useful in showing you how you belong to me, if I didn't make you want it."

Angelus stripped while Lindsey ranted. He walked up behind his childe. "No, you won't," he replied. "That's part of the sire/childe bond. It'll take a whole lot more than this to get you to seriously consider killing me." One hand traveled up to tease Lindsey's nipples. He smiled when Lindsey couldn't repress a groan. "You want me, Lindsey, just give into it."

"No, I don't!" Lindsey retorted. He bit his lip to keep from reacting audibly when Angelus began stroking his cock. This is not happening he decided. Come on, Lindsey, think of something else. Something that will keep your fucking body from betraying you like this!

Angelus pressed himself flush against his childe. He felt Lindsey tense up under him, most likely in response to the hard cock pressed between his ass cheeks. Angelus was looking forward to this. He bet that Lindsey had never been with another man before, at least not in a submissive role.

Angelus circled around to stand in front of Lindsey. He grabbed his head and kissed him possessively when Lindsey started speaking. Lindsey opened his mouth to yell but that gave Angelus the opportunity to force his tongue past his childe's lips. He ran his tongue over Lindsey's, trying to coax him to participate in the kiss. Lindsey groaned. Angelus was a talented kisser, he felt himself growing harder. He slipped his tongue inside the older vampire's mouth, ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to stop. Angelus smiled against his mouth and moved closer, pressing his body against Lindsey's. He knew he was winning this round, soon he'd have Lindsey submitting to him willingly.

The year after Angelus had left them had been one to try to forget. Darla had mood swings to an extreme that Dru didn't even manage. One minute she'd be seemingly content, almost affectionate with Angelus' childer. The next minute she'd be screaming and throwing things at them. Spike had tried to put up with her; but eventually it had gotten to be more than he could handle. He'd left with Dru one night while Darla slept, and hadn't seen her since then.

Until now. Now when she looked at him and he saw the pain in her eyes, he felt sorry for Darla, in spite of his intentions not to. He would bet that they felt the same about the return of Angelus: glad to have him back, while also afraid what it would mean for them. Gotta be tough for her, especially when she can't control him like she used to. Spike realized.

Darla nodded and stood. She followed Spike, but didn't understand why Angelus would send Spike to get her, if he was ending her captivity. He must still be a little angry with me she realized. She looked around when they reached the ground floor. Angelus wasn't in the lobby.

Spike walked to the door to the basement and looked back at her. She tried to hide it, but he could tell she was afraid. She wasn't stupid, she knew Angelus' use for basements. Part of him wanted to just ignore her fear. He couldn't seem to do it, though. "He's not gonna hurt you, Pet. He's just playing his games. You know how he is about making sure his family's loyalty is to him only. My guess is he wants to see how you react when he fucks Lindsey." Wuss! his internal voice said. He chose to pretend he hadn't heard it.

She walked half-way down the stairs and stopped suddenly. She saw Lindsey hanging from chains in the middle of the room. He was nude, as was her childe. Not my childe Darla corrected herself. They were kissing, or rather Angelus was kissing Lindsey. Lindsey didn't seem to be fighting him too much though, but Darla realized why when she got a good look at him. She could see the marks on his body which told her he'd been whipped.

She felt physically ill and put her hand on the wall to try to steady herself. She was the reason that Lindsey had been tortured for the past sixteen hours. I told him that his caring about me would only be temporary she thought sadly.

"It's the key to the chains," Angelus replied. He saw her confusion and explained, "It's very simple, Darla. I'm giving you a choice of two options. You can unchain Lindsey and take him out of here. I won't stop you. But I do mean, take him out of here. If you want to be with him, you leave with him. Don't even think about coming back. I'm only giving you this option because I have no interest in keeping you with me against your will.

"Your other option is to stay here with me. I thought I'd made this clear already, but in case I hadn't... I want you, Darla. However, I want you to be mine and mine only. If you choose stay, you choose to accept that. You also will accept that I will not tolerate any of my childer ignoring their rank in this family. I won't play these games with you anymore. You have got to decide, once and for all, what - who - you want."

"There's no choice to be made," Darla said. "I chose you when I turned you; I never wanted anyone else. If I made you think, by being with Lindsey, that I wanted him now, that wasn't... isn't the case. I was with Lindsey because I was lonely. I know that's not an excuse, it doesn't really even make sense. The truth is I wasn't thinking, I didn't stop to consider how you would react. And if that moment of stupidity jeopardized what we had, I'll never forgive myself.

"You're more than enough to satisfy me, Angelus. I still want you. I need you. I can't lose you again, it would kill me." She looked down at the ground as the tears welled up in her eyes. "If there's even a chance that you can forgive me, please tell me what I need to do. I'll do anything," she whispered.

Angelus lifted her by the waist and set her on the table. He grabbed a knife from the table. He didn't see her flinch but he did catch the scent of her fear. He cringed internally, he hadn't wanted to make her afraid for her safety. He walked over to Lindsey and held the knife to his childe's throat. "Then you accept that I can cut his head off if I wish?"

Darla forced herself to meet his eyes without reacting visibly. Angelus was more important to her than anything or anyone else. "Yes," she said calmly. She saw the hurt look on Lindsey's face out of the corner of her eye, but she kept her gaze on Angelus.

Angelus smiled. He knew that she cared about the boy; she couldn't hide that. That was why her willingness to give him up meant so much to Angelus. He believed her, he knew that Lindsey did too. He caught the scent of fear in his childe.

He dropped the knife, though. He had no intention of destroying his newest childe. No, there was only one more step in breaking Lindsey, getting him to submit fully to Angelus. This would serve as a final test for Darla, as well.

Lindsey tried unsuccessfully to catch Darla's eyes. He knew she loved Angelus, but he found it hard to believe that she could treat their friendship so cheaply. He sighed, realizing that he couldn't expect her to really do anything to help him. Even if she wanted to, she was no match for Angelus' strength. He found himself hoping that Angelus would just slit his throat.

Lindsey's hope was shattered when Angelus dropped the knife. Apparently his sire wasn't through tormenting him yet. He knew he was right when Angelus moved around behind him again. Your fault, Lindsey. You thought you could play with evil and not get fucked. He almost giggled at his choice of words. Going into hysterics, too! That's just great.

"Well then," Angelus said as he pressed himself up against his childe. "You accept that I can punish Lindsey any way I please?" he asked Darla. He could almost taste the hopelessness emanating from Lindsey, it was so delicious. He ran his hands over Lindsey's chest and smiled when Lindsey gasped in response.

"Yes," Darla replied. Internally she was in torment, the last thing she wanted was for Lindsey to be raped. She wanted to watch it even less. She knew she didn't have a choice, though. If she left, Angelus most likely wouldn't stop her; but he wouldn't believe was the only one she wanted to be with either. So she kept her eyes locked on Angelus', trying not to show what she was feeling.

Angelus quirked an eyebrow at her. He'd half-thought she might change her mind and beg him to go easy on Lindsey. Or at least ask permission to leave. He continued pinching and twisting Lindsey's nipples and Lindsey was breathing heavily by now under his touch. The instinctual need to breathe when things got intense was one thing they never seemed to get past, no matter how old they were.

Angelus removed his hand from Lindsey's cock and Lindsey stifled the urge to complain. He tried to remind himself he wasn't enjoying this, but didn't quite convince himself of that. He felt Angelus' hands part his ass cheeks and he tried to brace himself for the pain.

Angelus felt Lindsey tense up and smiled cruelly. That would only make it hurt worse, not that Angelus would lose any sleep about that. He pushed slowly into Lindsey's hole, feeling his lining tear and give way to him. He was amazed when Lindsey kept from crying out at the penetration. Still got a little defiance in you, do ya Boy?

He was finally all the way inside his childe and his eyes nearly crossed at how tight Lindsey was. That's why turning virgins is a good thing he remembered. He caught the scent of blood then and growled, his face shifting. Angelus pulled Lindsey's head back by his hair, forcing him to look at his sire. There was hatred in Lindsey's eyes and Angelus smirked at him. He saw the blood on his childe's lower lip and realized one of the causes for the smell of blood. The boy had bit through his lip to keep from screaming. Angelus kissed him possessively, groaning as he caught the taste of his childe's blood. Lindsey moaned as Angelus swept his tongue into his mouth.

The sound of Lindsey's desire only made Angelus harder. He wouldn't be satisfied until he heard his childe begging him to let him come. But first he had to hear him scream. He broke the kiss and pulled all the way out of Lindsey. He smirked when Lindsey sighed with relief and he slammed into him quickly.

Lindsey screamed at the unexpected force of the invasion. He'd felt like he was being torn in two the first time, but this time was worse. He panted for unneeded breath as he felt the tears on his face. He slumped in his chains and felt pain as his shoulders took the brunt of his weight. He welcomed that pain though, it took his mind off the other.

Angelus almost spilled his seed inside his childe at the sound of his pained scream. He fought and regained control, though. He looked over Lindsey's shoulder at Darla. She was still watching, though her face was pale. He began moving inside the other vampire, short quick thrusts. His hands gripped Lindsey's hips tightly to hold him still.

Lindsey sighed with relief as the blood helped to ease the pain of Angelus' thrusts. He groaned when he felt the tip of Angelus' cock hit his prostate repeatedly. Angelus smiled and moved one hand around to stroke the boy's still hard cock. "Yes.." Lindsey hissed, giving into the things Angelus was making him feel, as he leaned his head back against Angelus' chest.

Angelus growled, that had been too easy. He leaned down to scrape his fangs along his childe's throat. Lindsey shuddered but didn't pull away. Angelus felt the familiar tightening in his balls that told him he was close to orgasm. He sank his fangs into his childe's jugular with a snarl, the taste of blood sending him over the edge. Lindsey followed him at the feeling of Angelus' fangs in his throat. He came with a yell, his knees giving out completely on him.

Angelus withdrew his fangs and lapped at the twin puncture wounds until they closed. He then stepped back, letting his cock slip out of Lindsey's body. He grabbed Lindsey's shirt off the floor and wiped himself off with it.

Angelus looked over at Darla and groaned as his cock began to grow hard again. Her eyes were glazed over and she was panting slightly, obviously turned on by what she had seen. He smiled and walked over to her. "Something wrong, Darla?"

Darla's eyes traveled over Angelus' nude body as he walked toward her. She whimpered and pressed her thighs together to try to relieve the ache in her core. She had been turned on by watching Angelus dominate Lindsey, despite her intentions to the contrary. She was so wet already, she couldn't stand it. It reminded her of those times in the past when she'd watched him punish Spike, or Penn. Or the nights when they'd torture unfortunate humans together. All of those times had always ended in intense, passionate sex between Angelus and Darla afterward. Some of the best sex they ever had. She groaned as the memories overtook her.

He stopped, inches from her and stroked himself a few times slowly. Darla whimpered and he grinned at her. "You always did like to watch, didn't you, Lover?" he said. He knew why she was turned on, he remembered she always had enjoyed watching him torturing others.

Darla sighed but knew he wouldn't let up until she said it. "Seeing you dominating Lindsey, it turned me on, Angelus. Your raw power, your ability to control others and make them like it, it has always affected me. You know that."

Angelus grinned, "Of course I do. But Lindsey didn't, until now." He looked over at Lindsey, who was staring at the floor determinedly. "I just wanted to make sure he understood." Angelus added. He turned back to face Darla. "Now, do you want me to help you take care of your little problem?" he asked with a smirk.

Angelus captured her lips in a passionate kiss and swallowed her moan of desire. He swept his tongue into her mouth and coaxed hers out to play. He groaned when she took the hint and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance for what felt like forever until Darla finally pulled away for breath.

She stared into his eyes, trying to catch her breath. She read the desire in them and felt like she could cry with relief. She couldn't believe he still wanted her, after what she'd done with Lindsey. But she wouldn't do anything to attempt to destroy what she had with Angelus, ever again. She couldn't lose him, she loved him too much.

Angelus stared into her eyes and could see everything she felt in them. It gave him a sense of power, but he also realized he felt the same way. He loved her. That thought gave him pause. He tried to argue with it, but found no ability to even attempt to do so. He loved her. That truth should have upset him, but instead he felt at peace about it. As corny as it sounded, he felt that he had been made to love her. He decided then that he would tell her how he felt, as soon as the time was right.

He released her hands, but ordered, "Leave them on the table." She nodded and obeyed. He smiled at her and his eyes roamed over her body. "You have far too many clothes on, Darlin'." She moaned in anticipation of what he would do next.

He moved his hands to her breasts and squeezed them through her tube top. She gasped in response. He squeezed them again, more gently and she whimpered. Still they gazed into each other's eyes, neither one able to look away. He began to knead her breasts and soon she was chanting his name repeatedly. Her hands were closed into fists and he knew she wanted to touch him. Soon enough, Lover. he thought.

He pinched her nipples roughly. "ANGELUS!" She yelled. Her eyes closed as she shivered at the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. She felt his hands trail down to her bare stomach and she whimpered. She forced her eyes opened and gasped at the pure lust she saw in them.

He pulled her tube top up and off her slowly, baring her breasts to his sight. He growled and had to resist the urge to strip her pants off and bury himself in her heat. He wanted her moaning and writhing under him, but he also wanted to draw out the pleasure. He wanted her to beg him for release. Beyond that, Angelus wanted Lindsey to understand just the kind of power Angelus had over Darla. And how better to do that, than to let him see it for himself?

Angelus leaned his head down to kiss her throat over her jugular vein. Darla moaned as he began sucking lightly at the skin above the pulse point. His hands finally moved to her breasts and she sighed with relief. He kneaded them, so hard it was nearly painful; but she only became wetter, in response. He let up and began tracing light circles around her nipples as he kissed his way down her throat and chest.

"Please, yes, please," Darla gasped. She cried out when he latched his lips around one nipple, biting repeatedly on the hardened nub. "OH GOD!" She yelled as the ache increased in her core. She fought against the urge to grab his head and hold him to her, she knew he'd just move away if she did.

He took the rest of her breast into her mouth and suckled it as one hand kneaded the other breast. The sounds she made and the scent of her arousal added to the intensity of his throbbing erection, but he ignored his discomfort. He lifted his head and Darla whimpered in disappointment at the sudden removal of his lips.

Darla tried to think of something to convince him to return to the heavenly way in which he had been slowly making her lose all semblance of sanity. "Ang-- OHhhhhhhhh," she trailed off in a moan when she felt fingers stroking her through her pants. His other hand returned to its earlier activity, teasing each breast in turn. She looked into his eyes and shuddered when they flashed golden.

Angelus smiled up at her as he ran a finger between the lips of her sex. "I think that can be arranged," he said, his voice husky with desire. He moved a finger down to her entrance and Darla leaned back, resting on her elbows, to give him better access. He slowly pushed one finger into her and she hissed with pleasure as her eyes fell shut. He withdrew his finger completely and she snapped her eyes back open to meet his amused ones.

Angelus slipped his finger into his mouth and growled at the taste of her. Darla muttered "Tease!" as she watched this, which only made him grin. He placed his hands at her waistband and Darla lifted her hips to assist him. He pulled her pants slowly off her legs and let them fall to the floor. He straightened up and looked at her. He felt a moment of pride that this beautiful, sexy woman sitting here was his. HIS. He growled with satisfaction at that thought.

Angelus inhaled the scent of her. It was so sweet, he could never get enough of it. Then he remembered he preferred the taste of her more. "ANGELUS!" She cried out, her head thrown back, when he licked slowly up between the lips of her sex.

"Look at me," he said softly. She met his eyes again and he smiled at her. "I want to see you, Darlin'," he said. He put his hands on her thighs, nudging them further apart and then pushed his tongue inside her passage.

"Oh. My. God." Darla moaned as he began fucking her with his tongue. Her hands closed into fists as he brought her to the edge quickly with his skillful mouth. She whimpered when he suddenly withdrew his tongue before she could come.

Angelus chuckled but that only made her moan loudly, as he'd closed his lips around her clit. He sucked it gently as he thrust two fingers into her. She whimpered and moaned as he brought her almost to the edge and then allowed the intensity of the feeling to subside, before he brought her to the edge again. He did this repeatedly, teasing her and keeping her from release.

"Angelus, please," she begged, almost at the point of tears. She thought she'd go insane if he kept this up much longer. She sighed in disappointment when he moved his mouth away again, though she supposed she should be grateful he was still fucking her with his fingers.

His other hand moved to her clit and she sighed with relief. He rolled it between her fingers and she moaned. He began pressing open-mouthed kisses to her thighs as he added a third finger to her passage. She whimpered and squeezed her vaginal muscles around his fingers, trying to push herself over the edge.

Angelus raised his eyes to meet hers and smiled when she relented and spread her legs further apart again. "Good girl," he said. He increased pressure on her clit, rubbing it harder. He added a fourth finger to her passage and began thrusting his fingers fully inside her.

Darla gasped and her eyes fluttered shut at the intensity of the feelings he was evoking in her. "Yes, please, Angelus," she whimpered. She tensed as she felt his fingers pinch her clit. When she felt his his fangs slicing into the sensitive skin of her upper thigh, she climaxed finally. She screamed his name as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

Angelus growled at the taste of her blood. He took a few swallows and then licked at the wound until it stopped bleeding. Darla was still shaking and whimpering from the effects of her orgasm. He withdrew his fingers from her and licked them clean, then moved his mouth to her sex to lap up her juices.

Darla recovered and watched him licking her clean; it only succeeded in making her want him again. He seemed to know this because he grinned at her as he stood. He pulled her up to a sitting position and kissed her possessively. She moaned at the combined taste of the both of them on his tongue.

He pulled away and stepped back. He held out his hand to her and she took it, dropping to her feet. He swept all the instruments of torture off the table and onto the floor, then nodded back to the table. She laughed but hopped back onto the table again. She scooted further onto it and laid on her back. She spread her legs, looking at him expectantly.

He climbed up onto the table, kneeling between her legs. He braced himself on his hands on either side of her head as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He thrust inside her fully and they both moaned in unison. Darla locked her legs around his waist, and pulled him even deeper. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his waist, digging her nails into his back and drawing blood.

Angelus growled and slipped into gameface. She met his gaze unwaveringly and he bent to kiss her. She moaned and thrust her tongue inside his mouth. She ran her tongue lightly over his fangs. Angelus groaned as he sucked on her tongue, drinking the blood which she offered him.

He began moving inside her, slowly. She raised her hips, meeting each thrust. She began squeezing him with her vaginal muscles and Angelus realized he wouldn't last long. He started slamming into her harder, as hard as he dared, but watched her face for any signs of discomfort.

Darla moaned as his pubic bone began hitting her clit due to the force of his thrusts. She pulled his head to her for another kiss. Her climax came quickly and without warning and she screamed into his mouth as it did. The quivering of her muscles around his cock pushed Angelus over the edge himself. He pulled his mouth away and roared as he came, spilling his cold seed inside her body. He rolled them both over so she was on top and rubbed her back gently as she came down from her second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes.

Angelus looked over at Lindsey just in time to see him look away quickly. He'd seen the hopeless look on Lindsey's face. His childe had learned just how unimportant he was and hadn't liked that lesson at all. Angelus had the feeling Lindsey would no longer be a problem.

Lindsey had only been part of the reason for Angelus taking Darla, though. He had needed to know that Darla still wanted to be with him, even with Lindsey watching. It appeared as though she'd finally accepted her place in the family. He hoped he was right, but only time would tell. He decided that he wouldn't turn her for a few more weeks though. He needed a little more time to make certain that she would remain true to him.

Darla drew in a shaky breath as her head rested on Angelus' chest. She looked over at Lindsey, he was staring at the floor. She couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for him though. She regretted his ultimate loss of innocence but she knew he'd survive. She'd seen how much he'd enjoyed it when Angelus had taken him. It wasn't just the demon in him, either, he'd always been fascinated with Angelus even while he was human. She wondered if maybe he'd always wanted Angelus, and she just hadn't realized it? Maybe he hadn't realized it either, until now.

She shook away those thoughts. She was with the man she loved. That was all that mattered to her. "I love you," she said. She froze. She hadn't meant to say it out loud. It had just slipped out. Nonononono! her mind screamed. You ruined everything, you stupid bitch!

She realized then that Angelus hadn't moved away from her. He hadn't tried to shove her off him. He was still holding her, rubbing her back comfortingly. "I know that's not something you wanted to hear," she said quietly. "But I can't help it. I don't think I knew how I felt about you, until the curse. For over a century, Angelus, a part of me was missing because I didn't have you. That's why I fought so hard to get you back. I need you so much, I can't deal with life without you again. I'm not expecting you to love me back. I just want you to forgive me and be with me. It's all I need."

Angelus eased her off him gently then sat up. He got to his feet and helped her off the table. "Get dressed and go upstairs," he said. "I'll be up shortly, I just need to have a few words with Lindsey first."

Darla nodded. She pulled her tube top and pants on quickly, then walked upstairs. She couldn't help smiling as she walked. She was happy. She and Angelus had survived another bout of her stupidity, still intact. Two bouts of her stupidity if you counted her sudden declaration of love. He hadn't declared his undying love in return, but she would never have expected that. He hadn't snubbed her for loving him, and that was what was most important to her. That was what made her smile.

She also felt like he'd been trying to tell her something by his punishment of Lindsey. She couldn't help believing that maybe his possessiveness and jealousy meant she really was more important to him than anything else.

Another possibility reared its ugly head, though. Another reason for Angelus' possessiveness and jealousy toward her. She was his possession, his whore, something for nobody to touch but him. She shook her head and quickly dismissed that possibility. It wasn't true.

Angelus and Darla dressed. He waited until she was upstairs. Then he turned and searched for the key. Finally he found it, on the floor, and walked over to Lindsey. He unlocked the shackles and Lindsey fell to his knees. Angelus let him be, figuring Lindsey would rather not be touched by him at the moment.

Lindsey didn't understand. He had been sure Angelus would stake him or worse after Darla left. What more did he have to prove to Lindsey, that he hadn't already? He understood, he meant nothing to Darla and probably never had. More than that, Lindsey had come face to face with the fact that his attraction to Angel had spilled over into attraction to Angelus. Not a huge surprise there, but rather disconcerting, as he'd never thought anything would come of it. Given those two humiliating realizations, he wished he were dead. Really dead. As in not wake up the next sunset dead.

Angelus saw the suspicion in the younger vampire's eyes. "There's no trick, Lindsey. You've been disciplined, as I discipline any of my childer who defy my rules. I don't hold grudges after that. The slate is clean, end of story. You are free to get dressed and join the normal life of the family again."

He walked to the stairs and paused. Turning back, he added, "If you wish to leave the Hyperion, I won't come after you." At Lindsey's surprised look, he added, "I'm only offering this now because I'm feeling generous. If you don't want to stay, it would be better if you were gone. I don't want you around attempting to make Darla feel guilty... for convincing me to turn you, or for anything else that you may think she's responsible for. She's not responsible, Lindsey, you made your own choices. I don't want you trying to upset her. Even if she doesn't truly care for you she is soft-hearted. So I'm giving you the choice of leaving. One condition, though. If I ever find that you've tried to betray me with Wolfram and Hart, I'll hunt you down, tie you up in the garden and watch the sunrise destroy you."

Darla went upstairs to shower and change. When she returned to the lobby, Angelus was on his way out of the basement. Drusilla was laying on the couch, her head in Spike's lap. Cordelia was nowhere to be seen, but Darla wasn't upset about that, in the least.

Angelus paused to kiss Darla as he walked by. "I'll be back in a moment. I think I need a shower too," he said with a smile. Darla nodded and walked over to sit with his childer. Spike looked up at her and smirked. To her annoyance she found herself blushing. She realized that the entire hotel had most likely heard their screams as they had had sex earlier. "What?!" she demanded, as she sat in a chair and glared at Spike.

Darla ignored him and picked up a magazine. She leafed through it absent-mindedly while she waited for Angelus to come back downstairs. She heard footsteps and looked up to see Lindsey walk by. He walked with a limp and refused to meet any of their eyes. Darla sighed but didn't approach him. She knew that Spike would be sure to tell Angelus, if she did. If there was one thing she could count on Spike for, it was attempting to undermine the relationship she had with Angelus. She resolved not to give him any ammunition to do so.

Twenty minutes later, Darla had agreed to braid Drusilla's hair for her. Dru was sitting between Darla's legs on the floor. Spike was smoking a cigarette, watching them. Darla finished Dru's hair finally and tied the end of the braid with a dark blue ribbon. "All right, Love. I'm done," she said.

"Yes, Dru. We'll go out in a while to feed, just let me rest a bit," Angelus replied. Drusilla went back over to sit with Spike and Angelus walked up to Darla. He pulled her to his feet, then sat in the chair. Darla smiled at him, she could tell he was still in a good mood. She was glad. She sat sideways across his lap, and snuggled against his chest.

Angelus laughed and silenced Darla with a kiss, to end the exchange before it turned into an argument between the two. At least at the moment, they were being more lighthearted. They weren't at-each-other's throats, though he realized it was just a matter of time before that happened. The realization didn't bother him, though, as it was normal for them, as he'd said earlier to Spike. He also knew that behind their biting remarks to each other lay their love for him.

Darla pulled away from the kiss when the need for oxygen presented itself. She looked into Angelus' eyes and knew that he was at peace. It made her happy to see it, because it made her feel at peace as well.

Even though she was no longer his sire, she'd always think of him as her Darling Boy. As long as she made sure she kept him happy, she felt like things were perfect. Because as she'd said to him earlier, she loved him. More than that, she felt as if she had been made to love him. So as long as she kept him happy, she felt she was fulfilling her purpose in life.