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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
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2,688
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Milk
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. I don't own Angel, or the song. Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The song is "Milby Gby Garbage off their first album, Garbage, ©1995
SPOILERS: None. Takes place in seasons 6/3.
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Queer." Spike thinks back on his night with Cordelia.
FEEDBACK: Please
NOTES: There are more following this. The next one is "Supervixen" and is going a bit slow in the writing.
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~~I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean~~
Spike once again sat alone in his crypt. It had been a week since his encounter with Cordelia and he was still thinking of it. He couldn't stop thinking of it. He had gone to Buffy a couple days after, to see if a romp with her could get his mind off it, but he just couldn't do anything and ended up leaving her in a state of confusion.
He had remained in his crypt since that happened. It was the first time in his unlife where he hadn't been able to perform. Everyone he knew would find no end of humor in that. Angelus would love it and Cordelia would probably get a boost of ego.
Cordelia. The vampiress who had captured his every waking thought and every sleeping dream. The Vampiress whom he felt a connection to, a connection he hadn't felt since Dru. He wasn't used to it, he wasn't sure if he even liked it anymore.
His mind flashed back to the dark, angry bruise that had covered her face. He didn't know if it was truly from Angelus or not, but his gut instinct told him that it was. He couldn't help but wonder whether or not she was all right. He'd tried to put it out of his mind, figuring that she had. He was sure she had enough power over their Sire to get him to stop.
At least he hoped so.
Spike sneered at himself, at his thoughts. He wasn't supposed to care about someone after one bloody night in bed. Never before had he been so completely…human-like. And he couldn't stand it, he admitted angrily to himself as he leant his head back against the chair he was sitting in, allowing his eyes to drift closed.
~~I am lost
So I am cruel
But I'd be love and sweetness
If I had you~~
Cordelia slowly made her way through town, lost in her own thoughts. What had started off as a ruse to gain Spike's sympathies and draw him into the family ended up turning into something all-too-real. She was no longer Angelus' favorite. She had been pushed to the side for her sister. And there had been no warning. She was now his…Drusilla. The vampiress destined to be there only as a receptacle of her sire's punishment and amusement. She was more than that, dammit! Or, at least she used to be, she mused.
She wasn't sure what to do now. Angelus wasn't supposed to be forever angry at her for real or imagined trespasses. He had been so…nice the past few months; since they became a family then--bam!--he suddenly disliked her. Sure, she wasn't kicked out, the Master vampire didn't want her out; he wanted to keep his hold over her. But she couldn't stay where she was treated as a lesser being, as a being lower than a minion, lower than a human. It just wasn't her nature to stay in a situation like that. It hadn't been when she was alive and definitely wasn't now that she was dead.
She looked up as a building came into view. Spike's Crypt--she hadn't even been aware that that was where she was heading. Maybe Spike could help her, give her some idea how to deal with their Sire's treatment of her. He had lived with Angelus for a good amount of years.
She paused before the heavy stone door. Maybe he wouldn't want to help her and would throw her out on her ear. She lightly ran her cool hand over the rough stone. She heaved an unnecessary sigh and pushed the door open and entered the dark stone structure.
Her eyes swept over the interior of the building, searching for the elder vampire. Her eyes finally landed on him, his body blending in with the shadows, only his pale skin and hair giving his location away. He was sitting in a dark colored chair, he head leaning against the back of it, his eyes closed. She smiled at the picture he posed and silently moved toward him. She knelt down before him and laid her head down on his lap, her arm going around his lower legs to lightly rub his calves. Her smile widened as she felt him tense up.
~~I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you~~
Spike was startled out of his thoughts, instantaneously morphing into his demon visage and stared down into the face of the intruder. The smiling face of Cordelia. He relaxed his face back into his human form. "And what are you doing here, luv?" he asked softly, his voice tinted with a bit of confusion.
"I had to get out of the mansion," she answered. "I needed a break…and I ended up here."
The blond vampire's confusion was only slightly abated at that statement. "What happened, luv? Did Angelus hit you again?" He couldn't see any bruises on her visible skin, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Her clothing could be hiding them.
"I don't want to talk about that," she whispered, moving herself up to straddle his lap. "Maybe later." She twined her right hand into his bleached-blonde locks, her left hand moving over his chest. She ground her hips down against his, feeling his already hard cock harden even more, as her tongue slipped into his mouth.
As diversion tactics went, Spike really liked this one, he had definitely seen worse in his years. He'd get the story out of her before the sun rose, but for now…he'd certainly take her up on what she was offering. He returned the kiss, massaging her tongue with his as his hands moved up over her back.
Cordelia moved the hand that was rubbing his chest down to unbutton his black jeans, her hand snaking in to grasp his hard flesh, drawing it out from the fabric. She wrapped her long fingers around the flesh, giving it a few gentle pumps with her hand. She pulled back from the kiss and gave the elder vampire her feral smile, her eyes glinting with a hint of gold. She stood up and pulled off her sleeveless shirt, freeing her unbound breasts to his eyes, before maneuvering out of her skirt and sandals. She reached her hands out, twining her fingers with his to help him out of the comfortable chair and lead him to the bed.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and quickly shed himself of his jeans and crawled after the vampiress on the bed. He attacked her mouth as he ran his hand down her side, over her curves. He brought his hand back up and around to her back and felt familiar, horizontal bumps. Whip marks, no doubt made by their bastard Sire.
The brunette vampire felt him tense up and looked him in the eyes. "Please…not now," she whispered, placing small kisses along the column of his neck, her nails lightly raking down his chest and abdomen. She smiled at his small nod, knowing that they'd have to talk about it later. Her body arched as his hand slid down between her thighs to tease her wetness.
He slipped a long finger into her, his thumb teasingly circling her clit. He gave her a chaste kiss as he slipped a second finger into her tightness and kissed his way down her body, stopping between her legs. He pistoned his fingers into her tightness, his tongue lightly running over her moist nether lips. He felt her inner walls begin to clamp down harder on his fingers and closed his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Cordelia called out his name as her body broke into a shuddering orgasm, her muscles clamping down on Spike's fingers. He smiled up at her, removing his fingers from her just a short moment before he thrust his hard, aching cock into her, his mouth moving up to allow his tongue to play with hers. Her nails raked over his back as he started up a quick, long and hard rhythm. His mouth moved down her chest to draw one of her hard nipples between his teeth.
Having had his orgasm pent up for a week, he soon felt his own body begin to tense for climax. He ran on hand down to pinch and twist her clit, sending her into another orgasm, sending him crashing into his own as he spilled his cool seed into her.
~~I am weak
But I am strong
I can use my tears to
Bring you home~~
~~I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you~~
Spike rolled to lie nto Cto Cordelia and pulled her closer, allowing her head to rest on his chest. "What did Angelus do, luv? Why did he whip you?" he asked softly after a few minutes of silence.
"He doesn't like me anymore," she whispered in reply. "I'm no longer his favorite. The night after we slept together something happened…he just had a change of attitude…maybe he sensed that I enjoyed my night with you more than he had expected. Or maybe he just decided that Faith was the better childe, that she didn't push and shove for something she wanted."
Spike figured that she meant his returning to the family. "Angelus is just a prick, love. He's never happy unless he's making someone else unhappy. He did that to Dru for hundreds of years and now he's doing it to you."
"I just don't know what to do. He doesn't want me around but he doesn't want me to leave. It's like he just wants me to be a pair of his leather pants, hanging in the closet until he's ready to use them then throw them back again."
"Why did he whip you, luv? Or was he just being his usual ass-self?"
"I was pushing him to tell me what I had done wrong, constantly asking why Faith got to be the favorite…I mean, I am the one that rid him of his soul!"
That came as a surprise to Spike. "So you and the Poof had sex?"
"No, I told him I loved him. It took a month or two to sink in then gave him the ultimate happy, ripping away his soul," she replied, snuggling closer to him. "The whipping was a couple of days ago, though. I'm surprised that the marks still haven't fully healed."
"When Angelus hurts people, he makes sure to do it so it will last as long as possible without it permanently scarring. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Cordelia."
She looked up at him. "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault it happened. You weren't there, you couldn't know. I didn't even know it would happen."
He shrugged, knowing that she was right but still couldn't help feeling as though he should have been there.
~~I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean~~
~~I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you~~
Spike lied there on his bed, rubbing Cordelia's bare back, feeling the still healing and lightly raised scars. He didn't know why he was so surprised at their Sire's treatment of her. It was more than just a little normal for Angelus. He had always treated everyone as though they were there only for his amusement, as though he was allowed to hurt them. He had done the same thing to Dru time and time again. He hoped that his Sire wasn't turning Cordelia into another Drusilla.
The more he thought about it, the more he knew what he had to do. He couldn't save Drusilla from years of pain at the hands of their Sire, but maybe he could do that for Cordelia. Perhaps saving her from becoming another Drusilla, another insane vampiress who would be beaten down by Masters and Minions alike.
"Cordelia?" Spike said softly, his hand bringing her head up to look into his eyes. "I'm going to protect you, I'll rejoin the family. I'll do my best to keep you safe."
~~I'm breaking, I'm aching for you
I'm waiting I'm waiting I'm waiting
For you~~
The End
SPOILERS: None. Takes place in seasons 6/3.
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Queer." Spike thinks back on his night with Cordelia.
FEEDBACK: Please
NOTES: There are more following this. The next one is "Supervixen" and is going a bit slow in the writing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~~I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean~~
Spike once again sat alone in his crypt. It had been a week since his encounter with Cordelia and he was still thinking of it. He couldn't stop thinking of it. He had gone to Buffy a couple days after, to see if a romp with her could get his mind off it, but he just couldn't do anything and ended up leaving her in a state of confusion.
He had remained in his crypt since that happened. It was the first time in his unlife where he hadn't been able to perform. Everyone he knew would find no end of humor in that. Angelus would love it and Cordelia would probably get a boost of ego.
Cordelia. The vampiress who had captured his every waking thought and every sleeping dream. The Vampiress whom he felt a connection to, a connection he hadn't felt since Dru. He wasn't used to it, he wasn't sure if he even liked it anymore.
His mind flashed back to the dark, angry bruise that had covered her face. He didn't know if it was truly from Angelus or not, but his gut instinct told him that it was. He couldn't help but wonder whether or not she was all right. He'd tried to put it out of his mind, figuring that she had. He was sure she had enough power over their Sire to get him to stop.
At least he hoped so.
Spike sneered at himself, at his thoughts. He wasn't supposed to care about someone after one bloody night in bed. Never before had he been so completely…human-like. And he couldn't stand it, he admitted angrily to himself as he leant his head back against the chair he was sitting in, allowing his eyes to drift closed.
~~I am lost
So I am cruel
But I'd be love and sweetness
If I had you~~
Cordelia slowly made her way through town, lost in her own thoughts. What had started off as a ruse to gain Spike's sympathies and draw him into the family ended up turning into something all-too-real. She was no longer Angelus' favorite. She had been pushed to the side for her sister. And there had been no warning. She was now his…Drusilla. The vampiress destined to be there only as a receptacle of her sire's punishment and amusement. She was more than that, dammit! Or, at least she used to be, she mused.
She wasn't sure what to do now. Angelus wasn't supposed to be forever angry at her for real or imagined trespasses. He had been so…nice the past few months; since they became a family then--bam!--he suddenly disliked her. Sure, she wasn't kicked out, the Master vampire didn't want her out; he wanted to keep his hold over her. But she couldn't stay where she was treated as a lesser being, as a being lower than a minion, lower than a human. It just wasn't her nature to stay in a situation like that. It hadn't been when she was alive and definitely wasn't now that she was dead.
She looked up as a building came into view. Spike's Crypt--she hadn't even been aware that that was where she was heading. Maybe Spike could help her, give her some idea how to deal with their Sire's treatment of her. He had lived with Angelus for a good amount of years.
She paused before the heavy stone door. Maybe he wouldn't want to help her and would throw her out on her ear. She lightly ran her cool hand over the rough stone. She heaved an unnecessary sigh and pushed the door open and entered the dark stone structure.
Her eyes swept over the interior of the building, searching for the elder vampire. Her eyes finally landed on him, his body blending in with the shadows, only his pale skin and hair giving his location away. He was sitting in a dark colored chair, he head leaning against the back of it, his eyes closed. She smiled at the picture he posed and silently moved toward him. She knelt down before him and laid her head down on his lap, her arm going around his lower legs to lightly rub his calves. Her smile widened as she felt him tense up.
~~I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you~~
Spike was startled out of his thoughts, instantaneously morphing into his demon visage and stared down into the face of the intruder. The smiling face of Cordelia. He relaxed his face back into his human form. "And what are you doing here, luv?" he asked softly, his voice tinted with a bit of confusion.
"I had to get out of the mansion," she answered. "I needed a break…and I ended up here."
The blond vampire's confusion was only slightly abated at that statement. "What happened, luv? Did Angelus hit you again?" He couldn't see any bruises on her visible skin, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Her clothing could be hiding them.
"I don't want to talk about that," she whispered, moving herself up to straddle his lap. "Maybe later." She twined her right hand into his bleached-blonde locks, her left hand moving over his chest. She ground her hips down against his, feeling his already hard cock harden even more, as her tongue slipped into his mouth.
As diversion tactics went, Spike really liked this one, he had definitely seen worse in his years. He'd get the story out of her before the sun rose, but for now…he'd certainly take her up on what she was offering. He returned the kiss, massaging her tongue with his as his hands moved up over her back.
Cordelia moved the hand that was rubbing his chest down to unbutton his black jeans, her hand snaking in to grasp his hard flesh, drawing it out from the fabric. She wrapped her long fingers around the flesh, giving it a few gentle pumps with her hand. She pulled back from the kiss and gave the elder vampire her feral smile, her eyes glinting with a hint of gold. She stood up and pulled off her sleeveless shirt, freeing her unbound breasts to his eyes, before maneuvering out of her skirt and sandals. She reached her hands out, twining her fingers with his to help him out of the comfortable chair and lead him to the bed.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and quickly shed himself of his jeans and crawled after the vampiress on the bed. He attacked her mouth as he ran his hand down her side, over her curves. He brought his hand back up and around to her back and felt familiar, horizontal bumps. Whip marks, no doubt made by their bastard Sire.
The brunette vampire felt him tense up and looked him in the eyes. "Please…not now," she whispered, placing small kisses along the column of his neck, her nails lightly raking down his chest and abdomen. She smiled at his small nod, knowing that they'd have to talk about it later. Her body arched as his hand slid down between her thighs to tease her wetness.
He slipped a long finger into her, his thumb teasingly circling her clit. He gave her a chaste kiss as he slipped a second finger into her tightness and kissed his way down her body, stopping between her legs. He pistoned his fingers into her tightness, his tongue lightly running over her moist nether lips. He felt her inner walls begin to clamp down harder on his fingers and closed his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Cordelia called out his name as her body broke into a shuddering orgasm, her muscles clamping down on Spike's fingers. He smiled up at her, removing his fingers from her just a short moment before he thrust his hard, aching cock into her, his mouth moving up to allow his tongue to play with hers. Her nails raked over his back as he started up a quick, long and hard rhythm. His mouth moved down her chest to draw one of her hard nipples between his teeth.
Having had his orgasm pent up for a week, he soon felt his own body begin to tense for climax. He ran on hand down to pinch and twist her clit, sending her into another orgasm, sending him crashing into his own as he spilled his cool seed into her.
~~I am weak
But I am strong
I can use my tears to
Bring you home~~
~~I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you~~
Spike rolled to lie nto Cto Cordelia and pulled her closer, allowing her head to rest on his chest. "What did Angelus do, luv? Why did he whip you?" he asked softly after a few minutes of silence.
"He doesn't like me anymore," she whispered in reply. "I'm no longer his favorite. The night after we slept together something happened…he just had a change of attitude…maybe he sensed that I enjoyed my night with you more than he had expected. Or maybe he just decided that Faith was the better childe, that she didn't push and shove for something she wanted."
Spike figured that she meant his returning to the family. "Angelus is just a prick, love. He's never happy unless he's making someone else unhappy. He did that to Dru for hundreds of years and now he's doing it to you."
"I just don't know what to do. He doesn't want me around but he doesn't want me to leave. It's like he just wants me to be a pair of his leather pants, hanging in the closet until he's ready to use them then throw them back again."
"Why did he whip you, luv? Or was he just being his usual ass-self?"
"I was pushing him to tell me what I had done wrong, constantly asking why Faith got to be the favorite…I mean, I am the one that rid him of his soul!"
That came as a surprise to Spike. "So you and the Poof had sex?"
"No, I told him I loved him. It took a month or two to sink in then gave him the ultimate happy, ripping away his soul," she replied, snuggling closer to him. "The whipping was a couple of days ago, though. I'm surprised that the marks still haven't fully healed."
"When Angelus hurts people, he makes sure to do it so it will last as long as possible without it permanently scarring. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Cordelia."
She looked up at him. "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault it happened. You weren't there, you couldn't know. I didn't even know it would happen."
He shrugged, knowing that she was right but still couldn't help feeling as though he should have been there.
~~I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean~~
~~I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you~~
Spike lied there on his bed, rubbing Cordelia's bare back, feeling the still healing and lightly raised scars. He didn't know why he was so surprised at their Sire's treatment of her. It was more than just a little normal for Angelus. He had always treated everyone as though they were there only for his amusement, as though he was allowed to hurt them. He had done the same thing to Dru time and time again. He hoped that his Sire wasn't turning Cordelia into another Drusilla.
The more he thought about it, the more he knew what he had to do. He couldn't save Drusilla from years of pain at the hands of their Sire, but maybe he could do that for Cordelia. Perhaps saving her from becoming another Drusilla, another insane vampiress who would be beaten down by Masters and Minions alike.
"Cordelia?" Spike said softly, his hand bringing her head up to look into his eyes. "I'm going to protect you, I'll rejoin the family. I'll do my best to keep you safe."
~~I'm breaking, I'm aching for you
I'm waiting I'm waiting I'm waiting
For you~~
The End