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Summary: During WWII, Darla runs into Spike and Drusilla, and they engage in the vampire usuals. You know: blood, violence, and sex. PWP, S/Dru/Darla. *COMPLETED, July 2002*NC17

Author's Note: OK, this is NC-17 for violence and descriptive sex involving Spike, Drusilla, and Darla. It also takes place in the distant past, so there should be no spoilers. Those of you that are familiar with my work will be asking yourselves 'where the hell did that come from?' right about now. Actually, the plot of this was a throw away line from another fic I wrote, and I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. I felt after all Spike's been through in recent seasons he deserved to have two beautiful women fighting over him. Also, I've developed something of a sick fascination for vampires and their sexual practices, and this story let me go wild with that. I hope you enjoy! ~Kantayra

1940, an abandoned military barracks outside Kiev, Russia…
 

“I don’t like this place,” Drusilla whimpered as Spike slammed the metal door shut behind them.

“It’s only an hour until dawn, luv,” he turned to face her, running a hand through his short, brown hair. “We don’t have time to search for a nicer place.”

“But those nasty humans will come for us,” she wrapped her arms around herself and turned from him. “And Mommy’s frightened, too.”

Spike’s gaze softened at his lover’s obvious distress, and he rested his hands lightly on her shoulders in a comforting way. “We’re through the worst of it,” he promised, running his fingers up and down her arms in a gentle caress when she leaned back into him. “Just have to get to the sea, and then we’ll be free of the humans an’ their bloody war. Blasted inconvenience…” He bent his head to kiss her bared throat.

Drusilla smiled in a purely feminine way and tilted her head to give him better access. “My sweet Spike,” she sighed, closing her eyes when his tongue traced her collarbone and his arms moved to encircle her waist, “you always know how to make everything right again…”

“Always, pet,” he assured her as he turned her in his embrace.

She reached up with one red-polished nail to caress the sharp line of his jaw, and his eyelids fluttered shut in pleasure and anticipation.

“My beautiful Childe…” Drusilla cooed before leaning in to kiss him.

Bang! Crash!

The sounds interrupted them moments before their lips could meet.

“What was that?” they managed to ask in perfect unison.

“Thought this place was deserted,” Spike cocked his ear in an attempt to hear anything further. Nothing: no clanking, no footsteps, no breathing, no heartbeat…

“Something’s here all right,” Drusilla whispered warily.

“Which way?” Spike gestured to the twin corridors that branched off further down the hallway.

Drusilla shrugged. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

“Me, either…”

“Then you’ll take the left,” she gave him a sly smile, “and I’ll take the right.”

Spike nodded and brought her hand quickly to his lips before he took his path. “Be careful, Dru.”

“You too, my love,” she headed off on her own hunt.

Spike broke into game face as he entered the empty corridor. The shades were drawn in all the rooms, and the windows were small and scarce. It was one of the reasons that old military installations made some of the best daytime resting-places.

It also made the corridor so dark that even his vampiric vision was strained.

So much the better, though. It meant that his prey – whatever it was – would be even worse off.

The problem was that the rooms branched off in pairs at regular intervals down the hallway. If he looked in the wrong side first, whatever was there would have a clear shot at his back. And his senses were all screaming that this thing was dangerous. The fact that he still couldn’t hear or smell anything signaled that fact all too well.

The first pair of doors yielded nothing, as did the second and third. That meant that there were only two pairs left. Whatever he was after was in one of those four rooms, or it was Dru’s problem. He honestly hoped it was the former. Not that Dru couldn’t handle herself, but he hated to see his Black Goddess in any danger.

Second to the last pair now…

He glanced in the room to the left first. Nothing there. And nothing jumped his back, which probably meant that the right room was safe, too. He checked anyway just to be sure.

And that was when his quarry attacked.

It must have run from one of the last pair of rooms at lightning speed because Spike hadn’t seen it coming until it had practically landed on his back with a loud screech.

One of its arms clutched his throat in an iron grasp, and had he been human, he would have died in a second. Apparently, that was what his attacker had hoped because they were unprepared for the sudden surge of strength that sent them flying over Spike’s shoulder and onto the ground with a loud thud.

In an instant his attacker had regained its feet, and one of said feet cracked him right across the jaw. He fell back and immediately found himself pinned to the cold linoleum floor.

“Enjoy Hell,” the figure atop him hissed as it poised to strike.

The voice was awfully familiar. In fact, so was the scent now that his assailant no longer had the focus to mask it.

“Darla?!” he exclaimed in disbelief right before the killing blow would have struck.

The vampiress paused for a second in shock and surprise. “William?!” she finally countered.

“Bloody hell!” he cried out, easily slipping from under her. “What are you tryin’ ta do? Give us a heart attack…er, metaphorically speaking, that is…”

“Us?” Darla was still a little dumbstruck at this unexpected family reunion.

“Spike, are you all right?” Drusilla called down the hallway, a two-by-four clutched tightly in her hands.

“Of course,” Darla rolled her eyes as the answer to her question revealed itself. “Who else?”

“Jus’ fine, pet,” Spike motioned for her to come over. “Havin’ a nice chat with Darla ‘s all.”

Drusilla quickly assessed that the newcomer was indeed her Grandsire and dropped the wooden plank before running over to Spike and wrapping his outstretched arm around her.

“Mommy was worried,” she buried her face in the curve of his throat. “Nasty images of my pet with sharp wood in his chest…”

“Shh, it’s OK now, baby,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve got you.”

Darla watched this display with less irritation and disgust than she would have if she hadn’t seen it a million times before, but not without a great deal of irritation and disgust nonetheless.

However, she couldn’t help but breathe an unnecessary sigh of relief. The trip from the Balkans had been rocky at best. And while her Angelus’ Childer were irritating, they weren’t a threat to her.

“Mind if I share your nest?” she inquired, breaking up the sickening display of affection before her.

The lovers looked at each other and shrugged. “Go right ahead,” Spike offered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “We’re just one big happy family…”

“Spike…” Drusilla murmured from her place still buried in his jacket.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Miss Edith needs to be changed,” she informed him.

“’Course.”

He went to retrieve the bag he’d left inside the doorway, Drusilla still clinging to him like a child, and Darla following behind and rolling her eyes all the while. Honestly, what had Angelus seen in these two?

A bit of shuffling through the duffel bag, and Spike produced the same damn doll that Drusilla had had the last time Darla had seen her. The vampiress cooed over it and rocked it, as insane as ever. Darla was abruptly remembering exactly why she’d left in the first place.

“Miss Edith needs a bath,” Drusilla suddenly declared. “The journey’s made her all dirty.”

“Sink’s down that way, ducks,” Spike pointed down the corridor, patiently putting up with his Sire’s mad ramblings as always.

In case it isn’t all too clear, Darla was getting more annoyed by the second.

She watched disinterestedly as her Grandchilde vanished into one of the rooms down the hallway. Spike continued to fumble through the bag and finally emerged with a package of cigarettes and a lighter. He offered one to Darla, and she accepted it grudgingly, even allowing him to light it for her.

“Fancy meetin’ like this, huh?” Spike commented, lighting his own cigarette and leaning against the wall beside her.

“Of all the bad luck…” Darla sulked.

He gave her one of his insufferably cheeky smiles. “Couldn’t o’ put it better myself,” he retorted.

“I see you still haven’t learned any respect for your elders,” Darla huffed, taking another quick drag.

“Nope, an’ don’t ever plan to,” Spike said cheerily enough.

“The two of you haven’t changed a bit,” Darla stubbed out the butt with the toe of her boot, “and I can’t say that’s a complement.”

“An’ you’re still as stuck up a prima donna as ever,” Spike’s eyes narrowed. Then he shrugged. “Probably a good idea we’re only stuck together for the day then.”

“Indeed,” Darla raised one meticulously pencilled eyebrow.

“Cute get-up, though,” he gestured to her tight knee-length skirt and partially unbuttoned blouse. “Still luring men to their doom?”

“I go with what works,” she defended herself. “I see your fashion sense has gone downhill,” she appraised his dark, commonplace suit, “and your honey’s hasn’t gone anywhere.” Sounds of water splashing echoed down the hall as Drusilla scolded Miss Edith for getting soap in her eyes.

“We finished with the requisite round of insults, then?” Spike teased.

“Watch your tongue, William,” she hissed, turning to face him.

His expression turned dark. “Don’t call me that,” he warned.

“Or you’ll do what, William?” Darla mocked him. “You think you can take me, William? Shut me up? Huh? William the Bloody Awful Poet?”

A low growl emanated from deep in his throat, and for an instant Darla was put off. He had still been very young and inexperienced when she had left. Sure, he’d managed to take down a Slayer, but she’d never really taken him all that seriously. But that growl was dangerous, a warning from a fierce and deadly predator…from a Master.

She suddenly realized that she was a third wheel. And if she didn’t watch her step, she might find that she wasn’t that safe after all.

“Hey, take it easy,” she pulled the lighter from his pocket and re-lit the cigarette which had gone out while he was threatening her. Her hand slid down the front of his chest before returning the lighter to his pocket. “We’re all friends here,” she reminded him. “Family.”

The gesture seemed to pacify him, and he returned to his ordinary irreverent self. “Great family, at that,” he scoffed. “Can’t be in the same room without killin’ each other.”

Darla gave him a wry smile. “How about a deal then…Spike? Is that what you still go by?”

He nodded. “A deal?” he asked curiously.

“I stop using your real name,” she explained, “and you tell me what I want to know.”

“And what would that be?” he looked at her suspiciously.

“What happened to Angelus?” she asked softly.

If Spike hadn’t known better, he would have thought there was actual concern in her voice. “You’ve heard the rumors?” he asked, taking the last drag from his cigarette.

“Are they true?” she demanded.

“Pretty much,” he shrugged. “Nasty business, that. Almost feel sorry for ‘im.”

“Then, a s-s…” She couldn’t get the last word out.

“Just like any soddin’ human,” Spike agreed.

“How?”

“Not exactly sure,” Spike sighed and closed his eyes. “He just didn’t come back one night. Me an’ Dru went lookin’ for him, ‘course, but ‘e was long gone…”

“It’s terrifying,” she shivered and was surprised when Spike removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Apparently, his chivalrous instincts hadn’t entirely vanished.

“When’d you last feed?” Spike demanded, noticing her drawn features.

“Almost a week,” she admitted, feeling a bit dizzy now that the adrenaline of the chase had run off and she was able to relax. “I had to run. The armies…”

“Me an’ Dru were caught in Krakow when it started,” he said with unusual gravity. “Bloody messy business.”

“It ruined my vacation in Greece,” Darla shivered again and clutched the jacket against her tighter. “Rumor has it the war could spread any day now.”

“Yeah, well me an’ Dru are off to South America,” Spike shrugged. “Get out of those soddin’ wankers’ way until this ‘as blown over.”

“Smart move,” Darla nodded. “I’m headed back home myself. Look, the sun’s up and I’d better—” She staggered as she moved and suddenly found herself caught in strong arms, a firm male body pressed right up against hers.

“You’d better get some rest,” Spike finished her statement for her. “You need a hand?”

Darla barely registered his words. He was so strong and still slightly warm… He’d obviously fed very recently. Which meant that warm, sweet blood coursed within that silky pale throat… In that instant, she could completely understand why Angelus had re-sired this one and made him his own. He was, quite simply put, breathtakingly beautiful.

“Darla?” A hint of concern was now in his voice.

“Mmm…” she purred and rubbed against him.

“You that hungry?” he asked in surprise. “Here,” he cocked his head to one side.

Darla didn’t need to be asked twice. Her fangs quickly pierced the soft, supple flesh, and she reveled in the heady taste of him. He pushed her away all too soon, and she whimpered slightly in protest.

“Tonight we’ll go hunting,” he assured her. “You just sleep today, OK?”

“OK…” she agreed sleepily, feeling drowsy now that the pang of hunger had lessened.

With a bit of effort, Spike guided her to the nearest bedroom. Fortunately, there was still a mattress on one of the bunks. He dumped Darla onto it unceremoniously and then shoved the entire bed to the inner wall, as far away as possible from the small, covered window and the freezing Russian winter.

Once satisfied that the newly rising sun wouldn’t be able to get at them during the day, he fetched the duffel bag from the hall and pulled out a worn blanket.

“Dru, pet, you comin’?” he called out.

Drusilla appeared in the doorway, Miss Edith clutched tightly in one arm.

“Get in,” he gestured to the mattress. “We get to sleep with Mommy tonight.”

Drusilla yawned and crawled into bed next to her Grandsire, curling up against her snuggly. Spike soon spooned up against her back, covering the three of them with the blanket.

He always let Drusilla take the warmest position in winter. While the cold couldn’t kill a vampire, all the liquids in their bodies were still capable of freezing. This could lead to the very unpleasant circumstance of being frozen and having to thaw. All three of them knew from personal experience that this wasn’t at all fun. Thus, conserving what little heat they had was imperative.

“You let me know if you get chilled, darling,” he whispered in his love’s ear.

“Mmm…” she purred and turned to face him. Her contented mood abruptly faded when she got a good look at his throat.

Spike yelped when he was suddenly thrown onto his back, sharp nails clutching at his throat.

“Someone’s been naughty,” Drusilla sniffed at the red bite mark standing out on his pale skin.

“She was hungry was all,” Spike insisted. Then a playful gleam entered his eye. “But still, I have been very, very naughty…”

“You’ll just have to be taught a lesson then, my love,” Drusilla’s grasp on his throat tightened while her other hand reached down to unfasten his belt and pants.

“Ohhh…teach me, baby!” he moaned when her fingers closed around his erection, pulling it free of his pants.

“So naughty,” Drusilla teased before digging her nails into the sensitive flesh of his member.

He cried out in agony, and she took that moment to hike up her skirts and thrust down on him. She gave a long sigh of satisfaction when her inner walls were stretched once more. Beneath her, Spike whimpered at the combination of pain and pleasure.

“Don’t you know,” Drusilla chided him as she began to ride him at a fast and furious pace, “that you belong to me?”

“I’m yours, Dru,” he moaned in agreement, each thrust sending tingles of torment and lust through his still-aching cock. “Only yours…”

She let out a delighted peel of laughter. “Such a good Childe…such a pretty Childe…” Her grip on his throat loosened and she delicately caressed the mark where she had first made him. Just as his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy, she dug her nails in, eliciting a sharp gasp and a strong involuntary thrust of his hips.

“Oh, baby,” he called out, clutching at her hips and forcing himself even deeper inside of her. “Nobody does this to me but you.” He angled his hips in time with this statement, hitting her g-spot repeatedly.

“Spike!” she cried out as an overpowering orgasm ripped through her.

“My beautiful little devil,” he whispered into her throat.

She caught his chin roughly and forced his head to the side, revealing her Grandsire’s mark. “Mine!” she hissed before sinking her fangs into the twin puncture marks and remarking him.

“Yours,” he agreed, feeling a bit tired after being fed off of by two voracious vampiresses.

Drusilla carefully removed her fangs and licked her newest mark clean. Beneath her, Spike lay drowsily.

“You’ve been a good boy,” Drusilla smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Let’s see if we can’t give you a reward…” She lifted herself off of his still-firm cock and slowly slid herself down his body.

Little rivulets of blood trailed down his proud member where her nails had sliced into him. With tender slowness, Drusilla licked each of them away, the cuts healing even as her tongue caressed them. He was writhing beneath her now, still too exhausted to do much else.

She gave him a mysterious smile before finally taking him fully into her mouth. A low purr escaped the back of his throat as she sucked him all the way in, the head of his erection brushing the back of her throat. Her mouth gradually retracted, her lips and tongue hugging him tightly as he left her mouth.

After only a few seductive caresses he was coming in her mouth, moaning out her name as he did so. Drusilla eagerly lapped up all the salty liquid he shot into her, cleaning his member once again after he was spent.

“Pleasant dreams, my Spike,” she whispered in his ear once she was done. He curled further into her in his sleep. “And Mommy slept through it all,” Dru giggled, settling herself down next to Darla.

It was not long before she joined the other two vampires in the sleep of the dead.

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