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 9
Spike turned his head to look where Drusilla was pointing. He shrugged one shoulder, "Whatever you say pet." He squatted down in front of Buffy again and placed one hand firmly at her waist. He looked up into Buffy's eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Don't want you wriggling for me yet." He looked back down to the square that Drusilla had pointed out. He gripped Buffy's waist tightly and carved a deep cross on her stomach. He bit his bottom lip hard when she shuddered.
He stood up and pulled Drusilla hard against him, "What do you think that was pet? Pleasure or pain? Or maybe a bit of both," and he raised his eyebrows, growling low in his chest before he released Drusilla. He turned and squatted back down in front of Buffy. Scowling lightly he looked up at Buffy and shook his head in disgust, "You're messy Slutty." He roughly wiped her stomach with the palm of his hand so he could see better and placed his hand at her waist again and gripped it tighter than before. He deeply carved a nought in a free square and grinned when Buffy screamed out. He turned his head to look at Drusilla, "You wanted screaming, right!" and he bit his bottom lip and watched her face for her reaction.
Drusilla smiled as blood trickled down her stomach. She watched Spike stand up and let out a whispered moan as he pulled her up against him hard. She smiled and looked over at Buffy, "I think it was a bit of both, but soon it will be shudders of pain."
Drusilla closed her eyes briefly as Spike let her go, she watched him bend down in front of Buffy and cut her deep. She could hear Angel mumbling for Spike to stop but that only made Drusilla want to cut her more. Drusilla looked deep into Buffy's eyes and could see her starting to cry and then when she screamed a huge smile came crawling across Drusilla's face. "It's like the angels are singing to me, it's the most dreadful tune though...so sad and so alone, do it again, do it again Spike."
Drusilla was now begging for Spike to make her scream, she loved it and didn't want it to stop.
Spike looked up at Buffy and watched the tears rolling down her cheeks. He gave her a satisfying smirk. He raised an eyebrow, "Cat got your tongue Slutty? I'm surprised you haven't given any of those puns you spend so many hours working on."
He turned his head around to look at Drusilla. He raised both his eyebrows, "Do you really care where I put your cross pet?" He glanced at Buffy's stomach and prodded the remaining six free squares. He looked back at Drusilla, "Anywhere will do, right? As long as I let you win of cause," and he smirked. He turned back to look at Buffy's stomach and studied it for a few seconds. He looked up at Buffy, who was looking down at him and biting her bottom lip. He raised an eyebrow and then returned his attention back to her stomach. He grabbed her waist again and grinned at the marks that were forming there. He gripped hard, digging what nails he had into her flesh. He felt her tense and then relax, and that's when he made Drusilla's X. He cut deep, clenching his jaw with concentration, and then grinned when she screamed out loud.
He turned his head to look at Drusilla, "Music to your ears pet?" He grinned and turned back to Buffy. He released his tight grip on her waist and pushed her back hard against the wall. He pressed his hand firmly at the bottom of her rib cage and looked up at her. He raised both of his eyebrows, "I definitely don't want you wriggling this time" he smirked. Buffy started to shake and he punched her hard in one of her knees. He grinned when he heard the satisfying pop. He looked back up at Buffy, "Stay awake now. My queen would get very upset if you fainted and she didn't get to hear you scream." He smirked and carved a nought deep in one of the free squares.
He stood up with a satisfied grin on his face. He turned to Drusilla and pulled her hard against him. He tilted his head and studied her face before looking into her eyes. "You want to take your turn luv?"
Drusilla watched as Spike cut into Buffy, deeper and deeper making her scream. She smiled at her pain filled scream and just stared at her, "You can go again my love. I just want to watch, wanna watch her blood flow. Spike, can I go get Miss Edith so she can watch as well, please?" A big smile came to Drusilla's face at the thought of Miss. Edith watching her play. She looked over her shoulder at Angel and could see that he was still crying. Drusilla just rolled here eyes and looked back at Buffy with a savage smile.
He bit his bottom lip and ran the back of his hand down Drusilla's cheek. He looked at the trail of blood he had left there and licked it off slowly. He grinned at Drusilla and smacked her bum lightly. He raised his eyebrows, "Go and get Miss Edith pet. She won't want to miss this."
Spike stood up and turned to look at Angel, while Drusilla went to get Miss Edith. He smirked at him and slowly swaggered over to the weapons chest. He picked up a poker and started to walk over to Angel. He raised his eyebrows at him when he came level with his face. He grinned wickedly at him, gripping the poker firmly in his hand, "While the cats away…" then he plunged the poker hard into Angel's other shoulder "the mice will play". He tilted his head to the side and listened to Angel screaming. He shrugged one shoulder and stepped back to examine him. Taking out a cigarette, he lit it and then inhaled a deep drag. He pointed at Angel with his cigarette, "You look like a trussed up turkey mate," and he smirked and took another drag of his cigarette. He looked down at the floor below Angelus' feet, and then looked back up at Angel and scowled, "You're bleeding all over my bloody crypt!" and he shook his head in disgust.
Drusilla smiled and walked over to the other side of the crypt and picked up Miss. Edith and smiled. "There's going to be lots of blood my love. Lots of blood and screaming...I thought you might want to see."
Drusilla lightly kissed Miss Edith on the cheek as if she was a small girl and the doll was all she had left. Drusilla had Spike and many other things but Miss Edith had been with her since she was a small child, and if Drusilla lost Miss Edith she would die. She walked back over to Spike, Miss. Edith cradled in her arms, "Time to play love?"
