Take Me As I Am

A/N: Here is vampiric sex (my style). It’s graphic and slightly bloody. Ok? I had to re-write the beginning thrice, the middle twice and then it just snowballed. It’s also my first real sex-scene so I hope it’s acceptable. It’s not quite how I pictured it when I started writing it though. Please tell me if something’s wrong. IMO I used too many repetitive words and phrases but English isn’t my first language so I used what I had. Enjoy.

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Drusilla entered the room and looked around. She liked her Sire’s bedroom. It was decorated in black and different shades of red. The room had no windows. On the left wall was a big bookcase filled with her Sire’s favorite scripts. Next to it was his private desk and a chair. She stayed away from them; it did not interest her for the moment.

The bed, made of oak and painted black, dominated the room. It was big enough for 4 or 5 people to sleep or play in. The intricately carved headboard had three rings installed to use with various bindings: one in the middle and the other two in each corner. The smaller footboard had the same setup. At the foot of the bed was a chest the size of a footlocker with a padded lid in dark-red leather. It was carved to match the bed: vines and Celtic knots were crawling tastefully over every surface. A small bedside table with two drawers stood to the left of the bed. On the surface were a leather-bound book and a small lamp.

The right wall held a closet and the door to the bathroom; the facilities made in black marble and frosted glass. The corner between the doors contained a big, comfy armchair in black leather and a floor lamp.

Drusilla stepped closer to the bed. The chest, she knew from playing previous games, held several toys. She opened it to take a look. On the inside of the lid hang a handful of whips and crops, made to punish with both pain and pleasure. In various compartments laid dildos and butt plugs in different sizes, nipple-clamps, cock-rings in leather and metal along with sweet-smelling oils and lotions, scarves, feathers and various bindings like handcuffs and rope.

She liked it when Angelus used the toys on them. If her Sire were in a good mood, or even a bad one, he would tie one or both of his Childer up in that big bed of his and torment them for hours. With Spike wearing a cock ring he would stay hard for her and she could ride him for as long as she wanted to, or rather as long as Angelus allowed her. Other times she would lie next to them, pleasuring herself with a big dildo while Angelus plowed deep into Spike until the younger vampire screamed from painful pleasure.

She removed one of the crops. She could still smell the faint traces of blood on the tip. After a brief hesitation she also took out one of the feathers.

Will we play with pain or with pleasure? She giggled softly. Maybe pleasure and pain?

Drusilla turned towards the door. She could hear them coming closer. They were running and shouting. Rowdy like young puppies.

Eager to join me, are they?

Suddenly the door burst open. First in was a laughing Angelus, closely followed by a sulking Spike.

Daddy’s in a good mood tonight.

“I won!” Angelus crowed as he turned towards Spike. “You were saying something about choosing?” He gloated.

“You cheated! If you hadn’t tripped me at the last corner-“ Spike complained.

“Of course I cheated. So did you coming up those stairs. You’re just a sore loser.” He dragged Spike into a quick kiss. “Now close the door and let me enjoy my prize.”

“What prize is that, Daddy?” Drusilla asked eagerly. They seemed to have started without her but she did not really mind.

“Drusilla! Dru, Princess…” Angelus gave her his attention while Spike closed the door behind him. “Spike and I had a race. He said the first one here got to choose.”

“Oh! Then I want Spike to undress you Daddy and then you undress him while I sit over here and watch.” She walked over to the armchair and sat down, looking at them expectantly.

Angelus and Spike looked at each other and then at Dru.

“Princess? What are you doing?” Spike asked confused.

“You said it yourself. ‘The first one here got to choose’.” She caressed her face with the feather. “I choose to watch.”

“Right… Sire?”

Angelus shrugged his shoulders and then reached for his Childe’s shirt.

“She’s got a point. She was the first one here.”
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This was not what Angelus had had in mind but he decided to leave Drusilla in charge for a while. With Xander close by he wanted to spoil his family and if his dark princess wanted to watch… Who am I to disappoint her?

He turned Spike towards Drusilla. Stepping behind him, Angelus let his arms encircle him. His hands caressed Spike’s arms and chest before reaching for the first button.

Slowly but surely he opened Spike’s shirt. Button by button Angelus revealed the pale chest to Drusilla’s delighted eyes. The lust generated by the three of them filled the room with pheromones. Angelus pressed his hard cock against Spike’s backside, eliciting groans from the both of them. Reclining in the armchair and maintaining eye contact with Spike, Drusilla slowly hiked up her dress over her spread knees before playing once more with her feather. The crop lay forgotten on the floor next to her.
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Spike put his hands on the hips of the vampire behind him, grabbing him hard and pressing his own body back eagerly. He liked it when they played games like this. Usually he was with only Drusilla, they had been together for a very long time, but he always enjoyed it when their Sire and Master invited them to his bed. It did not happen often enough in Spike’s opinion. First, it had been Angelus own Sire Darla who jealously interrupted their time together. Then it had been that business with the Romany and the cursed soul that took him away from them. Lastly it had been the hard work involved with taking and maintaining a Hellmouth complete with a living Slayer. It went against Spike’s own principles to keep her alive, he had already bagged two Slayers and was more then willing to do a hat trick but Angelus had said ‘no’. Anyway, now that things seemed to settle down maybe he could get the attention he so craved. True, he enjoyed his independence but it was nice to be pampered at his Master’s court no matter how small said court currently was.

A sharp nip on his shoulder brought him back to the present. His shirt was laying on the floor and his pants’ fly was opened. Someone’s hand was playing with the skin below his navel, just above the head of his aching cock. Now how did that happen? Strong arms surrounded him from behind and a mouth was nibbling on his neck.

“Are you back with us again?” The voice of Angelus whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his back. That slight accent of Irish brogue always got to him. In response Spike tilted his head to give better access to the tongue and teeth worrying at his neck.

“Good. You’re so responsive, Childe.” Angelus laughed softly before letting him go.

“Wha…?” Spike protested confused before he realized he was being dragged towards the bed.

When Spike finally sat down on the bed, Angelus knelt in front of him. Grinning wickedly he captured Spike’s lips in a bruising kiss before quickly letting go again. He gathered Spike’s wrists and crossed them behind the younger vampire’s back. Angelus then pushed him back so he laid on them. Spike’s movements were now somewhat restricted.

“Don’t remove your hands.” Angelus kissed him again when Spike nodded his agreement.
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Angelus stood up again, just looking at the feast on his bed. Spike’s pale skin was slightly flushed with borrowed blood and his eyes were dilated with lust. The chest was perfectly muscled and the dusky nipples were standing erect, almost begging to be touched. The purple-red head of Spike’s cock peeked out from behind the half-open fly. Angelus approved of the tight pants. He liked the way the hard cock pressed against the fabric, outlining it and at the same time constricting it.

Without another word he turned towards Drusilla. The female vampire was still sitting exposed in the armchair but she had stopped playing with the feather. It had now joined the forgotten crop on the floor.

Angelus stepped closer to her. Gently taking her hand, he got her up on her feet. Leaning towards each other, he gave her too a bruising kiss. Both of them were still dressed but not for long. Angelus had come up with something while playing with Spike.

“Come on Princess. Daddy’s got an idea…” He eyed the dress she wore. It was a simple pale-colored gown with lots of buttons in the back. He decided it would take too long to get it of her the normal way and just ripped the fabrics covering her. He could always get her a new dress later.

Looking at Drusilla’s pale body before him, he thought she was just as beautiful as Spike. He briefly let his hands caress her breasts, stomach and hips before turning her around.

He made her kneel at Spike’s feet, putting her hands on Spike’s hips.

“Help me reveal Spike.” Angelus whispered softly but they all heard him.

Smiling she opened the fly the rest of the way, freeing Spike’s cock even more. Angelus’ hands joined hers and they both slowly pulled the pants down Spike’s legs, effectively binding him with the sneakers still in place.

When Drusilla reached for Spike’s sneakers, she was stopped. She bent her head up and back to look at Angelus standing behind her.

“But I can’t remove the pants if they are on his feet…”

“That’s part of the idea. Leave them on.” One of Angelus’ hands petted her hair while the other caressed her shoulder and neck.

“And now?” Drusilla asked, eagerly eying the blood-filled cock in front of her.

“Now…we enjoy the feast,” Angelus said as he stepped away from the bed.
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Drusilla immediately obeyed her Master. It wasn’t like she was going to object to an order like that. She started by kissing and biting Spike’s lips until they bled. She always liked to see and taste her lover’s blood. It was such a pretty color. She was practically sitting on his lap, trapping his cock beneath her but denying him any friction. His head held still by her hands, his body tied down by her own body. Both of them were moaning into the violent kiss.

Behind her Drusilla heard the whispering sound of fabric on skin and knew her Sire was undressing. She longed for his touch as she continued to pleasure herself and Spike.

She kissed, licked and bit Spike’s throat and chest, moving further down his body. Her long nails left red lines wherever she scratched his skin while her mouth and teeth teased his nipples into red, hard nubs. Suddenly she bit down hard with blunt teeth. Spike screamed so nicely for her so she decided to repeat herself with his other nipple. Only this time she was in gameface. Her fangs easily penetrated the areola and she suckled his tit, savoring the familiar taste of his blood. The bed dipped and Drusilla knew her Sire had finally joined them.
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Angelus took a moment to enjoy the view of his Childer kissing on his bed. He hurriedly undressed while picturing the next few moments. Spike was already in place but Drusilla was turned the wrong way. He didn’t want to interrupt her just yet though; she looked like she was enjoying herself. They both did.

He got on the bed and settled near Spike’s head, a knee on each side of him. He pleasantly noted Spike’s hands were still behind his back. He knew the position was somewhat awkward and painful for him; the wrists were crossed and held down not only by his own bodyweight but also by Drusilla’s. Well it was not like it was any bad pain. It was mostly to test Spike’s discipline and willingness to obey his Sire.

Angelus put a hand on Spike’s forehead to gain his attention; his other was slowly pumping his own erection.
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Spike was waiting, staring at the ceiling. He had enjoyed Angelus’ touch and wanted more. His hands were immobilized by order from his Sire. He had surprised himself by not protesting the quiet order to not move. He could hear them talking followed by the sounds of tearing cloth. Then, finally… they touched him. Just hands on his hips but he knew it would soon lead to more. His pants came off but they left his sneakers on. He really doesn’t want me to move, huh.

When Drusilla hurt his lips in one of her violent kisses he enjoyed it but still wanted more. What sane vampire did not like a little spot of violence and blood along with their sex-act? He soon got his wish when Drusilla bit his nipples and drew more blood and a sudden scream from him. He could feel himself harden even more but willed himself not to move under the tantalizing weight of her body. The game had just begun. Movement on the bed and the touch of a hand alerted him to the closeness of Angelus.

Spike’s eyes opened and fixed on the cock hanging above him. When did I close my eyes? He knew what Angelus wanted and quickly opened his mouth to allow him entrance. Angelus cock-head filled his mouth and stretched his bleeding lips around it. His tongue teased and tasted the sensitive slit before opening his mouth even more. Angelus cock slowly but surely filled and emptied his mouth in irregular movements. Spike was thankful he no longer needed to breath. They did this a few more times until he could easily take the cock all the way in without gagging. He swallowed once, twice before Angelus moved out and then in again. He used his tongue and teeth whenever he got the chance but he was careful not to draw blood. He would not do that without his Sire’s permission. Suddenly his mouth was filled with semen and he tried to swallow it down quickly. Some of it escaped out the sides of his mouth but Spike knew it would be taken care of.
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Drusilla had moved off Spike but was still on the bed. She had reached her goal: Spike’s cock. She took it lightly in her hand, studying the pearly fluid on its head before leaning in to take a quick taste. Just like she remembered: pure Spike. She licked it again and again, moving her tongue all over the plum-shaped head trying to catch all the fluid before suddenly deep-throating the cock. She could feel Spike trembling from the effort to hold still, to not thrust up into the sudden wetness surrounding him. She tilted her head to look at Spike as he pleasured Angelus, just like she pleasured Spike. Her Sire’s head was thrown back in bliss, one of his hands caressing Spike’s throat while the other one was placed on Spike’s chest. To gain leverage or to hold Spike down she did not know. She could smell semen and knew her Sire had come.

Suddenly Angelus withdrew from Spike. He bent down to kiss the swollen, still bleeding lips. Their tongues tangled and Angelus could taste himself along with Spike’s blood. He licked Spike’s mouth and chin clean of his own semen before turning towards Drusilla.

“Dru my dear. Stop what you’re doing and come lie down up here.”

She reluctantly withdrew from her moist toy and did as he bid. Angelus captured her lips in a brief kiss and let his tongue play with hers, enjoying the taste pf Spike’s pre-come mixing with his own taste.

“Good. Spike, you can move again. Remove your pants and sneakers.” He waited until Spike had obeyed before continuing.

“I want you to make her come but you’re not allowed to come yourself.” He smirked at the blonde. “I’ll let you know when though. Can you handle that?”

“Yeah sure.” Spike smirked back. “No problem.” Bastard. Forbidding me to come while having just come himself.

He leaned over Drusilla in reverse roles from before. Spike started by licking her throat while massaging her breasts. When his lips eventually found a nipple he suckled it lightly before biting hard, like she did to him. Her hands ran through his hair, pressing his head down in an invitation to do more. The bed reacted to Angelus movements but Spike was too busy to see what he was doing. His legs were on either side of Drusilla’s hips but when he moved further down her body he settled on his knees between her spread thighs.

With a hand on each thigh holding her open, he took a deep breath to savor her unique scent. He leaned down for a taste. Spike’s tongue flickered lightly, teasingly over her folds. He quickly located her clit and massaged it with his tongue. His hand moved into play and his thumb switched places with his tongue. While keeping a steady pressure on the clit, he used his tongue to spear her center. Drusilla mewled and started to thrash under him. She grabbed his hair with both hands and pressed him closer still. Again, he was grateful for not breathing.
He alternated between licking her folds and applying suction to the clit. His fingers entered her carefully, slowly before roughly picking up speed. Soon he could feel her inner walls tighten around his fingers and he knew she was close. Spike shifted into gameface and bit her clit; the mixture of pain and pleasure making her come.

When she was done Spike eased his fingers and teeth out of Drusilla. He licked her clit to clean up her blood, making her shudder in aftershock. He started to turn to look for his Sire when Angelus suddenly pushed his head back down.

“Continue. Make her come again.” Angelus hands started to caress his back, from his shoulders down to his buttocks. “You can’t come yet though. Still think you can handle it?”

Spike clearly heard the challenge in his Sire’s voice. His cock was throbbing painfully by now but he would make it.

“I’ve a cock-ring here with your name on it.” Angelus said with amusement in his voice. “It would be no… hardship… putting it on.”

“I can manage.” Spike was stubborn. “The only way to put that thing on would be if you were wearing one too.”

“Hmm. The thought has merits. By the way, I did tell you to continue. Is there some reason you’ve stopped?”

Grumbling internally about arrogant bossy Sires, Spike returned to his task of pleasuring Drusilla while waiting for his own release.
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Angelus chuckled at his youngest Childe. This new game of not letting Spike come was amusing but he would not keep it up for long, despite what Spike might think. He rubbed the muscles on Spikes bowed back as he moved his hands down to hold Spike’s hips.

“Spread your legs, let me in between them.” He waited until Spike had obeyed by pushing Drusilla’s legs further up and out.

Spike’s pale ass sat before him. Hanging there between the thighs he saw the dripping cock and the sack of testes. Those white globes were just begging to be reddened and Angelus was happy to oblige. He lifted his hand and slapped down hard on each cheek. Spike jumped at the sudden pain but quickly relaxed again. He pushed his ass up towards Angelus, greedily begging for more. Angelus alternated his slaps by rubbing the now rosy ass. Occasionally his thumbs would move up and down the crack, slightly teasing the puckered hole hidden there. After awhile he reached for the vial of oil he had gathered from the chest earlier when Spike had been busy with Drusilla. He was hard again and wanted release. This time he would even let Spike come. Angelus was impressed by Spike. It was not easy for a young and horny vampire to not come by shear will alone.

He removed the stopper and poured some of the oil in the small of Spike’s back. He dribbled some oil down the crack before replacing the stopper again.

“How are you doing down there, Drusilla? Is Spike treating you good?”

“Oh yessss.” She hissed in response. She had brought her legs up and behind Spike’s head to lock him in place.

Covering his fingers in the oil he quickly worked it into Spike’s hole, opening him up just enough to avoid tearing him later. He had also avoided touching the prostate. It would not do to send Spike over the edge, not when he was playing the obedient Childe so well. Not yet anyway. The night is still young. The last of the oil was used to cover his cock. He enjoyed the slick glide of his hand but knew it would feel much better entering Spike’s tight ass.

“Dru dear. Let him up. Don’t you want him to enter you?” He pushed in an oily thumb as he leaned over Spike’s back to nibble on Drusilla’s feet.
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Drusilla had already come more than once but Spike had continued his ministrations just like Angelus wanted him to. She giggled as Angelus tickled her feet with his fangs. She let her legs drop down as she reached for Spike’s cock to guide it into her blood- and spit-covered cunt.
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Spike echoed her moans when he finally entered her. He did not think he would last much longer and was eagerly anticipating being entered in turn. His Sire’s fingers had felt good working the oil in his ass but he wanted the real thing. He wanted Angelus’ big cock splitting him open just like he was doing with Drusilla. Her hands on his hips stilled his movements and he could feel Angelus’ cock behind him lining up against his hole. A second thumb joined the first one and they forced him open, getting ready to be breached. What was taking him so long? Spike was a vampire. He wanted it hard and fast, not this slow-going thing Angelus seemed to be doing.

“What are you waiting for? Get on with it!” Spike demanded.

“You know…patience is a virtue…”

“We’re vampires, Peaches. We don’t have virtues.”

In response, Angelus lunged forward, quickly spearing Spike and pushing him further into Drusilla. Her delighted shriek mingled with Spike’s painful but happy groan.

“Don’t call me ‘Peaches’!” Angelus grunted as he set up a fast rhythm, pulling out and back inside Spike before suddenly stopping, pressing their bodies close. He could feel Spike trying to get him to move by pushing back against him but it did not work.

“Oh come on! Move!” Spike was so close. He just needed a bit more of stimulation but neither one of his companions was giving it to him. They had both come at least once while he was still denied his pleasure. If I didn’t like these games so much I would surely leave.

“What’s the magic word?” Angelus whispered in his ear as Drusilla giggled under him.

“…please.” Spike shuddered from the breath teasing his ear.

“Please what?”

“Please…move?”

“No, not quite.”

“Please move…Master?”

“That’s the one.” This garnered a slow glide out and in before stopping again.

“Now what?” Spike whined. I did not just whine! Oh bloody hell…

“If you want me to continue you’ll have to continue.” Angelus sounded smug.

“Master, please move.” The Master moved and stopped, just like before.

“Beg me again.” Came his command.

“Master, please move.” Again, the Master moved.

This pattern continued until Spike was willingly chanting these three little words as loudly as he could. His voice stuttered and faulted now and then as Angelus’ cock massaged Spike’s prostate.

“Please! Master… I need… please.” Spike was not quite sure what he needed from his Master but he wanted it now.

Angelus leaned over his Childe’s back and sank his fangs into Spike’s neck. Drusilla tensed her internal muscles around the cock moving in and out of her. She also sank her fangs in Spike’s neck just as he screamed his release. As Spike’s orgasm subsided he in turn bit Drusilla’s neck and triggered her next orgasm. Angelus was not quite done though. He hugged his spent Childe and leaned backwards. Kneeling, he pulled Spike’s body down hard. He was now impaled on Angelus’ lap, thighs spread wide, with Drusilla lying below them looking up. Her eyes were half-lidded and she looked pleased with herself.

Angelus rotated his hips, letting his cock keep up a steady pressure against Spike’s abused prostate. He knew that with a little encouragement, Spike would get hard again. The night was still young and vampires had great stamina. He was going to enjoy the next few hours playing with his family. It will be even more fun when I can introduce young Alexander to these games.