Setting – Buffy. Anytime after S4's "Who Are You?" AU. Angel never left. Spike and Dru have a game planned for Buffy and Angel to play. -Co-Author: Mad Little Lamb-
Chapter 3
Drusilla smiled as Spike grabbed Angel by the hair and shook him awake. His eyes slowly opened and Drusilla just simply smiled, knowing it was going to end in a lot of blood and screaming and that made her so happy. She looked over her shoulder at Buffy and made a small kissing noise and Buffy's eyes shot open, she struggled a bit but just shot Drusilla an evil glare. Drusilla smiled and looked at Spike, "Play now?" and she gave a small pout and bit at her bottom lip.
Spike turned his head when he heard the Slayer's heart beat speed up. He raised an eyebrow at her and looked back at Drusilla. He put his hands at her waist and pulled her close. He leaned his head against hers and looked at Angelus. "Ready to have some fun Peaches?"
He released his hold on Drusilla, turned and swaggered over to Buffy. He grinned at her and shrugged his shoulders. He stood to the side so he wasn't blocking her view, so she could see Angel clearly. Turning around he faced Drusilla as he spoke, "So, Slutty. What you been up to lately? Anything fun?" He glanced at her briefly, bit his bottom lip and then looked back at Drusilla. He raised both of his eyebrows, "Now luv. Play," and he smirked.
Drusilla smiled as Spike held her for a bit. She looked over at Buffy then over to Angel, he was also wide awake now and a bit panic stricken that he was actually caught and chained up. Drusilla laughed and twirled a bit as she walked over to Angel, still holding the holy water. Drusilla brought her hand up to Angel's cheek and gently rubbed it, looking deep into his eyes she let her fingers trail down his body to his belt, and sliding her hands up the inside of his shirt she ripped it open, exposing his chest. He flinched a bit and Drusilla could tell he knew what was going to happen to him.
Angel looked at her, almost pleadingly, "Drubie, you don't wanna do this, trust me."
Drusilla smiled innocently, "O but I do. I have been looking forward to this all night. I'm gonna watch you and the slaya' bleed, it will be fun, like lollypops at the circus."
She looked up into his eyes and popped off the cap of the holy water and poured a bit onto his chest. Drusilla loved the sound of his skin burning and the scream of pain he let out, it sent a shudder of pleasure up her spine.
Spike grinned at Angel and raised his eyebrows, "Ah, but I think she does mate. Don't you?" and he turned his head to look at Buffy. He turned his head back when Drusilla started talking. He shifted his gaze and looked at Angel, "See. I told you, didn't I? She hasn't stopped talking about anything else. Well, except when she was laying flat on her back on the table over there." He grinned and nodded his head in the direction of the table that had had sex on earlier, the smell of them both still ripe in the air, even after the length of time they had been outside.
Spike bit his bottom lip in anticipation of what was to come. He tilted his head to the side and smiled at the satisfying sizzle as it reached his ears. He rolled his eyes when Angel screamed, looking slightly bored, "Poof!" He glanced at Buffy, "Great choice there luv," He grinned and looked at Drusilla, rising up slightly on his heels, "Do it again."
Drusilla looked over her shoulder at Spike when he mentioned the table, and glowered mockingly at him, "Bad boy."
She smiled and faced Angel again with a savage smile. She traced the burn with her nails, cutting into his skin. Drusilla watched a bit of blood flow from his collar, she brought her mouth to it and licked it up, licking up to his lips and gently kissing him. She could feel the rage building up in Buffy and it only made Drusilla kiss him more, when she felt Angel kiss her back she smiled. Drusilla moved back a bit and looked over at Buffy with a cruel grin, then she looked at Angel and slapped him across the face, a look of dissatisfaction on her own face, "Naughty litl' lamb."
Drusilla walked over to Spike and looked at Buffy, "Why don't you play with her pet, make her scream?"
Spike looked Drusilla over and bit his bottom lip and then released it, "Only for you luv." He watched her, and then glanced at Buffy when Drusilla began to lick Angel. He raised an eyebrow, "He tastes good you know……," He left a long deliberate pause before he added, "…...his blood," knowing Buffy would think he meant that's not the only good way he tasted.
He turned his head back to look at Drusilla, "Hey! That's enough of that!" when he saw them kissing. He shrugged when she slapped Angel. Turning around to face Buffy he felt Drusilla walk up behind him. He turned his head slightly to catch Drusilla's eye, "Yeah, I bet she'll love it when I make her scream." He looked back at Buffy, tilted his head and raked his eyes slowly over her body. Leaning forwards he looked into her eyes, "I bet you're wishing you hadn't offered to squeeze me and make me pop like warm champagne now, ain't ya?"
He turned back to face Angel and raised his eyebrows with a smug look on his face, "Did you know she said that? Never forget a thing like that, I can tell ya". He turned back to Buffy and ran a finger down the side of her cheek, parting his lips a little, "Want to make me pop now Slutty?" He tilted his head to the side and leaned in close, barely touching her lips, he whispered, "Want me to make you pop?" he grinned and nipped at her lower lip. He didn't move away as he spoke, keeping his eyes on Buffy's, "Dru luv. Shouldn't you be the other side of the room?"
Drusilla smiled and watched with fascination as Spike teased Buffy with his eyes, words and mind. Buffy was almost crying which really made Drusilla happy, anything that revolved around death, screaming, horror and bloodshed made her happy. Drusilla listened to what Spike had to say and a seductive smiled played on her lips. "I'm the only one that makes you pop now love."