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When Angels Fall, Part II Disclaimer: This is a fictional work based on the show, "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." I, the author, have not been paid for this. I write for pleasure. This in no way reflects the attitudes of the actors, owners, and staff of the show that I know of. This is from my mind. It contains m/m and m/m/f sex. If you don't like this or if you are too young where you are to read porn material, LEAVE! I'm serious. I'm not responsible if your mother catches you choking the chicken to this. This disclaimer protects my ass. If you are legal, feel free to distribute this among other consenting adults. All I ask is that you keep my words, title, and writing name the same. Now, you may enjoy... Author's note: All of my stories based on "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" are going to be a relative continuation of the others. I will make references to the previous ones, so you might want to read those to get a better understanding. This is my third story. My first one is Angel of the Darkness. I plan on writing several, so just keep checking. Part 2 Angel arrived back at the lair at about 2 am, and Spike was waiting for him. Spike looked at him the way a dragon looks at the lamb laid out tto appease it Spike didn't need to reveal his true face to have that grin. He was indeed a devil, beauty and evil rolled into one. "So, how'd it go?" "I'm sure you sent one of your flunkies to spy on me, so why don't you tell me?" Angel snapped. "I did not! I didn't need to. I have your word, and we both know you won't break it, but if I have to guess, judging by your tone, I'd say it went better than you expected. Did she cry? I hope so." Angel sighed before he answered. "I didn't stay long enough to see." "Wise move. I mean, no sense tempting fate, right?" Spike walked up to Angel and nuzzled his neck. Angel stiffened under the sensation of Spike's mouth on his neck. Spike gently nipped and chewed, causing Angel to gasp. Their hips ground together as their lust was awakened. Angel tried not to be excited by Spike with Buffy on his mind, but Spike knew his body intimately. He knew exactly how to make Angel hard and desperate in spite of his feelings. Angel thought Spike would take him right there, but he pulled away. "Dru will be mad, if we don't pay her some attention. We should go see her." Angel allowed himself to be led to her bedroom. She stood up as they entered and put the doll she was holding back on the shelf. "My Angel. How I've missed you." Drusilla hugged him and guided his head so it rested on her shoulder. "And me. I'm here too you know," Spike snapped at the disregard Dru paid him. "Don't worry. Me and my dolls haven't forgotten you, my sweet. Ms. Annie wants to know if you'll have tea with her." "I might if you want me too, but I think I need some reason to." Dru smiled and dropped to her knees. She unzipped both of their pants and pulled out their erections. She alternated between sucking Angel and Spike, giving the other a hand job, while she sucked one. Spike knew he and Angel were getting close. Drusilla was still weak, so he didn't want her to use up all her energy servicing them. It was time to pleasure her. Spike led her onto the bed. She laid on her back and removed her clothes. Spike and Angel's garments quickly joined hers in a pile on the floor. Spike buried his head between her legs, licking and sucking at her dripping cunt. Angel alternated between suckling her breasts and exploring her mouth with his tongue, while Spike serviced her. With the two of them working on her, Dru came quickly several times. Spike stood up, finished eating her out, and motioned for Angel to take her. Angel gently positioned himself on top of her. As he pushed his cock head into her slick, hot hole, she gasped. Angel took the opportunity to return his tongue to her mouth. She was wet so he easily found a rhythm. Lost in Drusilla's heat, Angel didn't feel Spike pressing his lubed cock on his anus, until the head was in. The became the three headed beast, again. Their bodies acted as one in perfect rhythm. As Angel pulled out to prepare another thrust into Dru, he would impale himself on Spike's cock. The sensations and heat were too much for all of them. They came in unison and collapsed. Dru fell asleep, exhausted, with Angel inside her. Spike and Angel gently separated, gathered their clothes, and left, so not to wake Dru. They returned to Spike's room, not bothering to dress. "I think we need a shower," Spike announced. Angel nodded and followed him to the bathroom. They stepped into the warm hot spray, enjoying the feeling. They soaped each other up completely. As they washed, both of them began to grow hard under the intimate, soapy caresses. Spike let the water wash the soap from his genitals and turned to Angel. "I want what I haven't had for so long. I want your mouth on my cock, Angel." Angel dropped to his knees and swallowed the large prick. Spike moaned and thrust his hips in time with Angel's bobbing head, as if he could somehow fit more of himself in that hot mouth. Angel was an expert at deep throating after more than two centuries of experience, so Spike came quickly, even though he had already cum just moments ago in Angel's ass. Spike pulled back, as Angel swallowed the last drop of semen, and looked down. The blow job had left Angel's nine inches rock hard, begging for attention. "Looks like we better take care of that." Spike bent over and grabbed his ankles. Angel stood up. He looked around the shower and realized they'd left the tube of lubricant in Drusilla's room. Shrugging, he used what was available. He coated his thick member with soap suds, until it was very slippery. He pressed against Spike and began penetrating the tight opening. With all the slick suds, Angel quickly found his rhythm. Each thrust brought Angel closer to the edge. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through Spike, as his prostate was hit. "Harder! Fuck me, harder! Pound my ass! Pound me 'till I bleed!" Spike screamed. If it were possible, Angel would have, but his was already slamming into Spike with inhuman speed and force. Loud slaps could be heard over the water. Thighs slapped against ass. Angel's heavy balls collided with Spike's own balls with each thrust. Suddenly Angel froze. Spike felt the cock empty its seed deep within his bowels as Angel shook. As the orgasm began to subside, Angel gave a few last, particularly hard thrusts, to wring every last drop out of him. His penis dropped to semi-hard and slid out of Spike. Spike let out a moan at the empty feeling. They quickly rinsed off the sex and got out of the shower. Spike handed Angel a robe, and they went back to the bedroom. Angel laid down, his back towards Spike. Spike sighed, hoping to sleep in the strong, familiar arms, but he said nothing. Sleep quickly overtook the drained pair. A couple of hours later, the room began to shake. Spike woke up as some dust from the ceiling hit him in the face. Wiping at his face, he angrily hopped out of bed. Angel sat up, but Spike motioned for him not to bother and to go back to sleep. Spike closed the thick door to their room and went to main chamber of the lair. Drusilla was out, looking very angry at having been awakened. Spike looked to the only one of his army, who had entered the main chamber. "What the hell happened?" "There was a minor earthquake, sir. Some of the tunnels collapsed." "Which tunnels?" Spike screamed, his anger rising. "The storage ones, sir..." the terrified vampire squeaked. Horror crossed Spike and Drusilla's face. They had stored the potion there. They were planning on giving it to Angel when he dropped his guard, returning him to his prior state. With the bottles of the potion smashed, they wouldn't be able to make more for another fifty years. "Are you certain? Did any of the bottles survive?" Spike growled. "I'm certain...n-n-no bottles s-s-s-survived...." "Kneel!" Drusilla ordered. The vampire tried to run, but Spike's hands wrapped around his neck, forcing him to the ground. Drusilla stood before him, no emotion on her face. They all knew this was when she was most dangerous to be around. "You shouldn't have said that. You put all my dolls in a bad mood. Now, you have to pay." "What are you going to do to him, love?" "I'm going to put his lights out." Before the flunky had time to realize what she meant, Dru's thumbs stabbed into his eyes, blinding him. They left him writhing in agony. Some others came out to drag their blinded comrade away, probably to a merciful death, as Spike and Dru sat down to talk. Judging by the relief on their faces, they had most likely drawn straws to see who would tell Spike and Drusilla the news. "Spike, what are we going to do? The potion..." "We'll make more." "But Angel.." "Will stay with us. In another fifty years, we'll get our chance. 'til then, he'll probably do a lot of moping and brooding, but at least he'll be with us." "But I want my Angel back." "So do I. So do I, but you can't tell me we didn't have fun tonight." "We all did, my sweet," Drusilla said with a cruel grin. "C'mon. Back to bed. We're both tired." Drusilla nodded. They both walked back to their separate rooms. Angel looked at Spike and raised an eyebrow at his entrance. "What happened?" "Just a minor earthquake. Some tunnels collapsed. No big deal." Angel knew Spike was only telling him half the story by his tone, but he really didn't care. He was too tired to care. He leaned his head back against his pillow and closed his eyes. Spike noticed he didn't turn his back to him as he climbed into bed. Taking the opening, he settled in and rested his head on Angel's chest. Angel didn't return the embrace by wrapping his arms around Spike, but Spike noted at least he was accepting the situation and not rejecting him. Spike fell asleep quickly, enjoying the familiar feel of Angel's flesh against his. How he could ever sleep without it, he didn't know. Stay tuned for part 3... P.S. You can e-mail comments about any of my stories to Maddhatcat@aol.com. It is the one I have set aside for your feedback. All of my stories will be written under the name, The Chesire Cat. Enjoy!