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 7

He moved forward and placed his hands at Buffy's waist and pulled her against him hard. He shifted his footing and ran a hand slowly up the side of her body. Leaning closer he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and nipped it hard. He closed his eyes when the blood started to flow into his mouth, suppressing a moan that threatened to escape between his lips. He parted her lips roughly and pushed his tongue inside. He growled low when she started to move her tongue around his. Without thinking he placed his hands on the side of her face and deepened the kiss as the smell of her arousal sent waves through his body.

Drusilla licked up the blood from Spike's finger seductively and smiled. Turning she glided over to Angel and looked back at Spike to see him kissing Buffy deep and passionately. Drusilla tore her eyes away and faced Angel and could see the hurt in his eyes, and that his heart was ripped and his soul was stomped on. Drusilla felt for him and gently kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "She still loves you, even if you both die, just know, she will always love you."

Drusilla looked down at Angel's gut and could see blood dripping from three separate places. She brought her hand up to the deepest wound that was inflicted by her and placed her hand on it, putting pressure on it, trying to stop some of the bleeding. She looked up at Angel and gave a small smile. Although she hated the fact that Angel had a soul and was in love with the Slayer, she had feelings for him that no other person could get from her, as he was her sire, he was her love but it all changed.

Drusilla shook the memory from her mind and stepped back a couple of feet and sat on the end of the bed turning to see if Spike was hurting Buffy yet, but he wasn't, all that was happening was passion. She looked at Angel again and dropped her head in her hands, she wanted to hurt Angel but she wanted to help him, for she loved him.

Spike pulled back his head and scowled at Buffy, "I'm bored. You have Angel breath!" He stepped back a foot, "Do you know how many years it took me to get rid of Angel breath? I put up with Angel breath for centuries." Spike raised his eyebrows at her, "Big poof loved to kiss me. Ain't that right pet?" he turned his head back towards Angel to look at Drusilla. Confusion washed across his face and he looked around and saw her sitting on the bed. He looked up into the air and clenched his jaw. He turned his head back towards Buffy and punched her in the face twice. He scowled at her, "That was your fault Slutty!" and he nodded his head in Drusilla's direction.

He walked over to Drusilla and squatted down in front of her. He placed his hands on the top of her thighs and looked at her concerned, "You alright pet? I thought you were having fun. What's wrong?" he tilted his head to the side and waited for her to answer.

Drusilla heard Spike blame Buffy for the kiss and punch her a couple of times, that made Drusilla smile for a bit. She wasn't upset about the kiss but she was lost, she wanted to hurt Angel but couldn't, she usually never felt like this. Drusilla only had one rule, 'Kill' or be killed. Drusilla knew if Angel was ever to get out of this alive he would kill her, there would be no stopping that, and he was stronger then her so there would be no escaping. Drusilla was lost again and rested her head in her hand and jumped a bit as Spike placed his hands on her thighs, and asked what was wrong. She looked deep into his eyes then over to Angel, he was crying again and it hit Drusilla hard. She brought her attention back to Spike and slipped off the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him close. "He's doing it….he's a bad dolly, I..I can't hurt him anymore Spike…I can't."

Spike wrapped his arms around Drusilla. He talked to her in a soothing voice, "It's alright pet. We'll do whatever you want to do ok? I know he made you crazy luv and it is only fair we make him crazy too. But if it's too much for you pet, we'll stop, ok?" He stroked her cheek lightly and kissed her tenderly on one of her cheeks.

Drusilla smiled as Spike held her, she felt herself wanting to hurt Angel again. Sometimes Drusilla couldn't control her emotions, she went up, she went down and did it all again. She moved her head back and looked deep into Spike's icy eyes and gave a wicked but playful smile. "I think I just need something yummy to get my strength back."

Spike raised an eyebrow, "Is that right?" He held her waist firmly as she leaned her head back. He grinned when she gave him her most wicked smile.

Drusilla looked at Buffy, then over to Angel, and tried to decide which one she wanted. Drusilla smiled at Angel and looked back at Spike, her arms around his neck, she leaned back a bit, and then came back up with a savage smile on her lips. "I just need a litl' pick me up." Drusilla teased Spike with her eyes and stood up again, walking over to Angel humming a violent lullaby.

"Pretty dolly wanna play...no?...too bad." Drusilla brought her teeth up to Angel's neck and lightly grazed him before biting down and drinking deeply. She drank for a moment or two before finally backing away, her game face on with blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. "Much better."

Spike watched as Drusilla walked over to Angelus. He glanced briefly at Buffy and smiled at her when he saw she was looking at him. He blew her a kiss with just his lips and then looked back at Angel. He grinned and scrunched his shoulders up in a satisfying way when Drusilla sank her fangs into Angel and he screamed. He smiled at Drusilla's pretty blooded face and raised his eyebrows, "The old git has his uses after all," he shrugged, "Ok then, just one." He grinned, "But a bloody good one. Ain't that right pet?" and he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Drusilla.

He turned back to face Buffy. She was still looking at him. He wondered if she had ever stopped looking at him when he was busy looking at Angel. He raised an eyebrow at her, he didn't really care if she had been or not. He slowly swaggered over to her, raking his eyes up and down her body as he made his way towards her. He stopped in front of her and reached into his back pocket and pulled out a flick knife.

He held it out in front of Buffy's face, pressed the button and grinned when it popped up with a satisfying click. He looked over her slowly, trying to decide where to start first. When she started to struggle a bit he leaned in close to her ear and whispered. "Good pain luv, remember? Only the best kind for you." He listened as her heart sped up and her blood started pumping around her body quicker. He closed his eyes and breathed in. He opened them, moved his head back to look into her eyes and grinned, "Damn, that's a good smell on you."