Angelus (to Spike): Are ye thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Spike: I was just recalling the last time Drusilla said she had a surprise for you.
Angelus: Aye, lad. My thought as well. I still have scars from that night.

Okay, I didn't think comic books could make me feel all squiggly inside. But just the thought of this, the thought of three vampires sharing equality in the bedroom, playing their nasty, scarring vampire games with each other did it. Anyway, thank you Chris Golden who wrote that dialogue and the many artists (mainly Hector Gomez and Sandu Florea) for inspiring me. This is for the wonderful girl named Michelle who lives too, too far away. She makes me want to be a better writer.

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Dawn was approaching swiftly as the duo entered their rented estate, the third member of their wicked trio upstairs, probably lounging around, licking sticky sweetness from her delicately long fingers. Despite their best attempts of persuasion, she had decided not to hunt the streets this evening. The males weren't surprised by this. After all, she had slept until after the moon had already risen and each time she failed to awaken before them, they knew she was in one of her drifting, floating moods. Those types of moods required her to be alone for most of the evening; her mind whispering things in every direction, forcing her to concentrate on everything at once and nothing at all.

The pair advanced into the foyer, the bigger man draping his arm around the slightly smaller man's shoulders. Lazy and satisfied smiles graced their faces as they whispered to each other. They relived the night's events, chuckling at their prey's pleas or their sunken hopelessness.

"Angelus, you're too much," the younger of the two said with a laugh. His light brown hair was pulled back, a soft leather strip holding it in place. "The look on her face was simply priceless."

Angelus nodded. "That lass had fire to her but the flame went out the moment she saw me change." His hand slipped away from William as he let his jacket glide down off his shoulders. Draping it on a chair, he turned back to his companion when William sighed his name. "What is it?"

"You've stained your shirt. Drusilla will not be happy."

"What will she care?" Angelus asked, his eyebrow raised in question. "She does not attend to the wash."

"No, but you know how she is on nights like these, her mind is off to the moon or somewhere and the sight of it. . ."

"Hush, my boy," Angelus shushed him, his hands moving to William's shoulders and removing his jacket. "She'll be fine. I left her that nice young thing in the kitchen. Drusilla will be agile with satisfaction."

Nodding, William agreed. "She does have a taste for the pure alter boys."

"Why do you think I go out of my way to the chapel each week? I could live without the eyes of Jesus looking down at me from the crucifix, but I know what keeps our princess happy and it does not take a lot of effort obtain such things for her."

"I wondered if my boys were home," a voice wafted down to the duo. Both looked up and smiled as their eyes came across the slender form of their companion, Drusilla. She stood on the tenth stair, her small, creamy white hand resting ever so lightly on the dark polished wooden railing. "The candles' flames taunted me. Said you boys wouldn't come home."

"They were wrong, Dru," William said softly, almost purring her name.

"Yes," she agreed absently, her eyes moving up towards the ceiling, her lack of focus apparent within the bright, sparkling orbs. "The spiders told me not to listen; they knew you'd both return to me. Made me happy, for they know all about the wicked creatures. They know all about us."

"How was your evening, princess?" Angelus asked as they began to climb the steps to her.

"My Angel," she cooed as he placed his large hand flat on her stomach, the soft velvet of her green dress tickling the palm of his hand.

"Did you like your treat?"

A wicked smile swept over her face as her voice grew lower. "He was tasty," she answered as her hand moved to his chest, then slowly crept upwards. "Even better than the last one."

Giving a little growl at the sultry sound of her voice, Angelus whispered, "This one was younger, more devout, more frightened of eternal damnation."

Drusilla leaned into him, her lips only a fraction of an inch away from his ear, "I damned him before he died," she whispered. "He knew it. He cried to God." She sighed happily. "He begged God to redeem him." Pulling back, she turned her excited eyes to William and giggled. "He didn't get it though."

William smiled at her as he saw Angelus gently lift her hand from the banister and hold it in his own. "I would have loved to have seen the fear in his eyes."

"It was glorious!" she exclaimed as Angelus bent over and swept her up into his arms and began ascending the stairs. Her hands clutched at her chest. "His blood was so sweet, my William. I thought of you, your love of young things. If I hadn't been so hungry I would have save you a little." She sighed again. Her face turned to her sire. "But Angel, you've soiled your shirt. It's all messy," she said sadly.

Glancing at William, Angel softly assured, "It will be okay, Drusilla, I've plenty of other shirts." As they passed a long table, the body of the boy sprawled out upon it, he added, "Besides, it looks as though you were a little messy as well."

Her face blushed a little as her eyes scanned knowingly over the table. She laughed at the drying blood as it clung to bits and pieces of flesh. "He was naughty," she replied.

Angelus set Drusilla down, his hand still enveloping hers. "We'll have to clean up before he begins to smell."

"Oh," she said, her brow knitted tightly together, her hand squeezing his. "Can't we let him smell just a little?"

"We'll leave him for a day, but then he's gone, Dru," Angelus said firmly. Crossing to the chaise lounge, William reclined, letting his eyes slip closed. "Tired lad?"

His head shook slowly back and forth. "Just reliving the night."

The wicked smile played on Drusilla's face once more. "Their screams fill your head," she sang, her free hand waving gracefully in the air. "I can hear them." Her body swayed and her eyes closed as she danced next to Angelus. He just stood there watching her, his eyes dark with appraisal. Suddenly she stopped, pressed herself to him and gave an elegant sigh, her head softly tilting to the side. "Oh, my Angel," she cooed as her hand broke away from his and both her arms raised high into the air. His arms wrapped around her waist and she used them for support as she leaned back, dancing once again.

Her lower body wiggled and rubbed against his. Her soft humming of an old tune drifted up to his ears, enticing him with its soft sound. His hands moved from her back to her hips and he lifted her up into the air. Drusilla's arms waved about, moving with graceful precision in all directions. Walking, Angelus carried her over to the chaise lounge. William's eyes had opened and he watched them with interest.

When Angelus set her down, Drusilla's eyes opened and her humming stopped as she sat down next to William, her hand resting delicately on his thigh. The two looked up at their eternal father, who simply licked his lower lip and brought a hand up to his face. His index finger and thumb smoothed down his trimmed mustache as his eye glittered, the reflections of the candles' flames sparkling. He bent down, placing a kiss on Drusilla's full red lips, his hand covering her left breast for a moment. Standing up once again, he moved over just a smidgen before he knelt down before William in between his spread legs. Angelus' hands moved to his child's hips as he leaned in and up, his lips colliding ever so gently with William's. Tongues licked lips as lips tugged softly at each other.

At Drusilla's soft moan, Angelus pulled back and stood up once more. He moved back, not completely across the room, but far enough to where he could just sit and watch. He reclined on the sofa, one leg crossing over the other as his arms stretched out and splayed across the back of the couch. His jaw set to the side as he watched William turn to Drusilla, his hands moving to her neck.

William's hands slid upwards and he cupped her face, tilting it slightly to the side, enabling him to kiss her just right. Her entire body arched into the kiss, her breasts pressing into his chest as her legs slowly crept on top of his. William's head moved slightly back and forth as his tongue probed her mouth deeply. He never grew tired of kissing Drusilla. He wanted to live inside of her mouth forever. Each crevice his tongue found made him more aroused, each swipe of her tongue against his drove him closer to the brink of insanity. His mouth finally slid from hers. He licked the taste of her off his lips as her tongue smoothed over his neck, lapping at the pulse point and laving the distended cord that ran downward. Growling lustfully in her ear, he said, "Stand up, love." She stayed pressed against him until he gently moved her back. "Please?" he asked.

She stood before him and he leaned forward, his hands moving to her ankles then sliding up her slender legs, under the velvet dress. William's face was pressed against the soft green velvet, rubbing back and forth as his hands moved upward. He could smell her arousal as her hands threaded through is hair. She was writhing against him, her body moving sensuously as he imagined that her eyes had closed again. When he stood up, lifting her skirt to her waist, he saw that her eyes were indeed closed and there was the soft smile of pleasure gracing her lips. Looking beyond her shoulder, William saw Angelus watching them with dark eyes. With a smile, he raised Drusilla's dress higher, exposing everything from her heels to her mid-back to his sire.

When her arms moved up, he finished pulling the garment from her. He carefully draped it over the edge of the chaise, knowing too well how irrational Drusilla became when one of her favorite dresses wound up on the floor because either he or Angelus didn't care enough to take proper care of it. He turned back to her, his hands covering her rounded breasts before moving around to gently squeeze her backside. She sighed rather than moaned, but her hands moved to his shoulders and clutched tightly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. One hand moved around front, its fingers running through her lightly haired mound. She pressed forward and William let his fingers slip down into her silky folds, finding her wet and inviting.

With his fingers still in place, William sat down again and looked up at her. Drusilla's eyes opened and she clapped as she read his smile. Kicking off her shoes quickly, she wasted no time climbing onto the seat, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. William leaned back, letting his head fall back against the chaise as she moved her hands against the wall. His cock strained against the soft fabric of his britches, but he ignored his need and focused on hers. His hands moved up her legs as she straddled his face, one thigh on either side of his head.

His tongue lashed out over the pink, slippery slit of her sex and she pressed down in response. His hands gripped her hips, helping her move over him. She let out a flighty "Oh, my William," as his nose nudged her engorged clitoris. His mouth moved until his lips surrounded the small bundle of nerves, his chin teasing the entrance to her womb.

Watching his companions play had its usual affect on Angelus. He growled in lust to himself as his hand brushed over his erection, confined by the cloth of his pants. He stood up as he saw Drusilla's fingers bend, her nails raking against the wall. Crossing the room quickly, he dropped to his knees before William and quickly unbuttoned his britches, letting the younger male's erection free. It jutted forth proudly and twitched when Angelus' nail scraped lightly up the underside. The finger swirled around the mushroom head of William's cock just once before Angelus wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base, tightening them just enough that William grunted.

His tongue slipping out over his already damp lips, Angelus let it flick against the underside of the cockhead. William's hips bucked up, even as his mouth continued to move, pleasuring Drusilla. Angelus could hear her soft noises of pleasure and he smiled, knowing she would not last much longer under the assault of William's talented tongue. Angelus' tongue swirled around the cock before him, committing itself nowhere, yet touching everywhere. He could hear the growl rumble in William's chest before it bubbled up and was muffed by Drusilla's sex.

Finally, after long minutes of torturous subtlety, Angelus engulfed William's erection with his mouth. He did not take it slowly, instead, he took it swiftly, the back of his throat pushing against the tip of the cock within a second. He swallowed, letting his throat muscles do the work while his tongue just rubbed back and forth. He pulled back, sucked on the head for a moment, then moved back down as his free hand closed around William's heavy and sensitive sac. He could feel them tighten which caused him to suck the cock in his mouth harder. When William's hips bucked, signaling his climax, Angelus tightened his grip, making the younger vampire's orgasm intensified.

Swallowing the liquid that his companion had given him, Angelus sat back on his heels and removed his hands from William's body. He smiled at the way the other man's hands were gripping Drusilla's legs. The knuckles were white and the nails had dug into the skin, although, not far enough to draw blood. Pity. Reaching out, Angelus wrapped his arms around Drusilla's waist and pulled her rocking hips off of William's face, his jaw still working back and forth.

She pouted, her brow knitted together as he turned her to him. "Bad, Daddy," she said softly. Angelus said nothing as he put his hand between her wet, sticky thighs and began to manipulate her flesh. Satisfaction coursed through him as goosebumps visibly covered her body. "Ohhh," she cooed. "Good, Daddy."

Drusilla was still standing on the couch, but Angelus gently moved her down until she was sitting on William's face again. Angelus removed his hand from her sex and brought both hands up to her head, guiding her to lean down. With one hand, he unbutton his pants, with the other still at the back of her neck, he pressed her face into his groin. As she opened her mouth and let his cock slip in, her whole body moved. Her pelvis ground down, driving her wanting sex hard against William's mouth as her neck bent and unbent, bobbing her head as her mouth sucked on Angelus' erection.

Squirming, Drusilla came, her fluids running down over William's face. She felt him reposition her. She was now sitting on his lap, her hands gripping Angelus' hips and he pumped them back and forth. William's hands slid up her arms, then moved down to Angelus' testicles. He used light strokes and was rewarded by his sire's grunts. Finally, he was being pressed back into the chaise by Drusilla, who was being pressed back by Angelus. The sire was leaned over, one hand on the wall supporting him as he fucked Drusilla's mouth. One last hard thrust, sending the back of Drusilla's head into William's chest, and Angelus came.

When he pulled out, he took a step back and started to remove his clothes. Drusilla stood up and clapped her hands happily. "I knew the candles' flames were lying." She twirled about the room, every now and then catching glimpses of her boys undressing. Finally Angelus said her name and she stopped. Swaying a bit from the dizziness she felt, Drusilla focused her eyes on the two men, now standing closely together. "Bedroom," she said gaily as she moved to Angelus and William. She took Angelus' hand in her right and William's in her left. Almost gliding, rather than walking, she led them up the stairs then through the long hallway, no candles lighting the way. Finally, she pulled them into the largest bedroom and let go over their hands. "Games," she sighed as she turned around to face them, her hands clasped together above her breasts.

"Dru," William said, an eyebrow raised in question. "You have the nice linen on the bed," he said softly as he nodded to the elegant iron four poster bed. "The blood will soil them."

Drusilla glanced at the bed for only a moment before she turned her eyes to the bureau and the doll sitting daintily on top. "Miss Edith doesn't mind."

"But it took weeks for Angelus and I to find linens to your liking. I think it would be rather. . ."

"Come on, William," Angelus growled into his ear as he moved the younger man forward, towards the bed. "Miss Edith doesn't mind." He heard William sigh, but the pair moved onto the bed just the same. Angelus sat back against the pillows, his arms moving under his head as his legs crossed at the ankles. His eyes brightly followed Drusilla's form as she traipsed about the room. William sprawled out next to his sire on his side, one arm bent to support him. His free hand ran up and down Angelus' chest, tweaking a nipple every now and then. William didn't bother watching as Drusilla lifted the lid of her wooden trunk.

She took out many things, shoved some things to the side and cried with happiness when she found the item that had been calling to her all night. Standing up again, she moved to the bed, both hands on the object. "Please roll onto your tummy, Daddy," she ordered politely. Angelus raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Drusilla smiled shyly and lean down, kissing Angelus tenderly on the lips before standing straight again. "Please?" Angelus flipped onto his stomach and Drusilla giggled as she climbed onto the bed. She looked at William, pleased that they got to play. He indulged her with a smile.

She settled herself on the backs of Angelus' thighs and laid the cold metal object on the firm cheeks of his buttocks. Leaning forward, she ran her hands up and down his back, first just tickling, but later, letting her nails scrape and scratch. Red lines appeared and she sighed with contentment. She loved the ever-changing pretty colors. Finally, she sat back up and took the dagger's jewel studded handle in her hand. She moved it so that the sharp tip dragged against her Angel's flesh, making pretty red lines. Pressing the dagger against the skin, she drew blood, then rocked excitedly on top of her sire. "Ohhhh, it speaks."

"What's it say, love?" William asked, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek.

"It wants us to bathe." She ran the blade down Angelus' back, eliciting a groan, not of pain, but of something entirely different, from the vampire. Bringing the blade up into the air, she let it fall, slashing the flesh here and there, delighting in the red, oozing blood. Finally, she discarded the knife, then let her hands run through the pooling blood. Some ran over Angelus' sides, soaking the once pristine linen red. Once her hands and forearms were painted red with his blood, Drusilla leaned forward and raked her nipples against Angelus' back, then pressed forward even more, covering herself with the substance.

As the wounds began to heal, Drusilla sat up once again, then rubbed the blood over her sire's naked body. In no time, his buttocks was covered in red and she was spreading him open, letting the liquid trickle down to the crevice of his ass. Without a word she slipped a finger inside of him, then pulled it out. She pushed it back in again, this time with a second finger. She loved doing this for Angelus. She loved that he only let her do this for him. As she slipped in the third finger, she hooked them upwards and giggled at his moan. "Druuu.. ."

Leaning over, her fingers still within him, she whispered in his ear. "Is my Angel wanting?" He nodded. "What is my Angel wanting?" she asked in a sugary sweet voice. Angelus just growled in response and pushed back onto her fingers. "Oh, my Angel," she cooed as she slid her three fingers out and then back in again, along with her small finger. At his groan, she wriggled her thumb into the tight tunnel and gently eased her whole hand inside of him, stopping when the ring of muscles tightened around her wrist. Slowly she curled the fingers of her hand inside of him until she finally created a fist. She curled and uncurled her fingers and smiled as his hips moved with the rhythm of her hand. Music flowed from all around the room and she was sure that everyone could hear it. The symphony ended with a shattering moan from Angelus. Sad that the music had stopped, Drusilla bit her lip and gently pulled her hand from him. Her nose wrinkled at the sight of her messy hand, but she wiped it on the bed and he kissed her hard and fast as his desire soared until it was almost uncontrollable. His penis was still hard, even after such a violent orgasm. He ended the kiss and gently pushed her off the bed. "Go play," he said before turning to William. His hand moved down and grasped the younger vampire's erection. "Like that, lad?"

Cocking his eyebrows, William replied, "You did."

Angelus' eyes gleamed with amusement as he chuckled. His lips claimed William's without warning, knocking William over onto his back. Angelus moved on top, pinning him down, thrusting his hips into the other male's bucking pelvis. "Drusilla," he practically growled. Twisting his head, he found her dancing with a whip. "Princess?" he called for her again. She stopped and gave him an apologetic smile. "Where are your chains, my love?"

Dropping the whip, she jumped up and down, her hands clapping. She moved to the trunk and shifted a few items before standing up, triumphantly holding up the black chains and locks. Moving quickly, she brought them to her sire, who took them and wasted no time flipping William over and chaining his wrists to the bed. He pushed the William's legs under his body until his buttocks was high in the air, then wrapped a chain around the legs, the cool metal against the backs of William's even cooler knees.

Angelus moved off the bed and whispered to Drusilla, "Would you like to tonight? Or shall I?" The gleam in her eye informed him that she would be doing the honors. He moved back over to the bed, sat down next to William's head, which was turned towards him. The oldest of the three watched as the youngest picked up her discarded whip and took dainty steps towards the bed. She was still covered with blood and the sight of her, all red and creamy white, holding the black leather whip caused Angelus' cock to throb.

William flinched as the tassels of the whip hit his skin for the first time that night. He didn't flinch the second time. At the third strike, he lifted his head, making his position that much more painful. He felt his sire's hand move under him and grasp his hard flesh, manipulating him while Drusilla played.

There were some nights when Angelus could watch William being whipped all night; this was not one of those nights. Drusilla sensed this and dropped the leather instrument before the twentieth blow. Angelus unchained William quickly, but repositioned him so that he was sitting, facing out, and chained him again. Moving behind his companion, Angelus held William's hips up, spread the cheeks of his buttocks with his thumbs, then lowered him down onto his erection, nothing easing the way. William grimaced and cried out, his arms pulling on the chains which were attached behind him to the front posters of the bed.

"Dru," Angelus called as he used his grip on William's hips to move him on his cock.

Drusilla moved onto the bed, her eyes never once leaving the bodies of her boys as they joined together. Standing up, she swung a leg over William, then began to crouch down, taking his cock in her hand to guide him to her opening. She sighed as she sank down on him. Moving back and forth, she rode him, her motion helping Angelus move William on his cock. As she rocked on top, her hand moved between her legs and she swept a finger over her clitoris, just like her boys did for her. She couldn't help but moan.

For his part, Angelus conformed to her rhythm, thrusting as she rocked. He lapped at William's shoulder blade as he strained his arms, pulling against the chains. Angelus knew William loved to be chained and that he'd never want to break the chains, but that didn't stop the lad from trying. Many times, he pulled so hard against his bonds that his arms would pop out of their sockets, which just added to the fun.

Drusilla slammed down hard against William, causing him to surge forward, the muscles in his arms straining as his hands held the chains tighter. His move forward gave Angelus the ability to thrust his cock into the other vampire harder and deeper. Drusilla's rhythm sped up and she started cooing softly, mumbling about her dolls and the moon, wondering why it had to go away. The words, "Bloody Hell," pierced Angelus' ears and he knew William was on the verge of his orgasm.

Drusilla moaned loudly and stopped moving as her eyes fluttered closed, then she slumped forward, leaning her head against her William's chest. Her tongue moved against his nipple and his body tensed as his hips thrust up, pushing his cock into her deeper. Angelus, aware that they had just come, called forth his demon, letting the ridges form on his face. Growling hungrily, he bit into William's shoulder as he pumped up into the other vampire. The taste, the feel of being within William forced Angelus over the edge.

Drusilla languidly moved off of William, stifling a yawn. She moved to the lock on William's chains and inserted the key, twisting it until it popped open. Dropping both the lock and the key to the floor, she pulled at the chains lazily until William's arm was free. Sighing, she bent and picked up the key again, then placed it in the palm of his hand. He held it between two fingers as he pressed his palm to her cheek. "Tired, love?" She nodded. "Go wash up and we'll be in shortly." She nodded again and moved slowly until she exited the bedroom, walking to the room in which the trio slept, knowing that a wash basin with fresh water awaited her.

Freeing his other arm, William carefully pulled away from his sire. He groaned almost silently at the emptiness he felt as Angelus' cock slid from within him. Turning, William was on all fours as he looked Angelus straight in the eye. "Will you be joining us in bed?" he asked softly.

Leaning in, Angelus brushed his lips over William's, then sucked the lower lip of the younger vampire into his mouth and nibbled gently. As he let go, he whispered in a low voice, "You know I will."

~end~