| TOOTH & NAIL |
| BY PREBUFFY & MAZZY |
| PART IIIV |
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*****PreBuffy***** Slowly, people began to enter the club, and take up their usual positions at the bar and around the perimeter of the club�s interior. As Honey and Angelus continued to sway on the dance floor, the band slowed the tempo to a bass-ridden throb. Although the music was technically the main attraction, the show on the floor was currently holding everyone�s attention. So, they played along, letting the music blend with the dancers, every note following Angelus�s hands on Honey�s body. He played the saxophone along her back and pounded the drums into her round bottom. As the trombone sang its chorus, in and out, so Angelus�s hands played on Honey�s soft breasts. Choreographed with longing and determination, the seduction was slowly driving Honey into a frenzy of lust and want. Her blood warmed her cheeks and she urged him to continue until she moaned along with the piano, crying for release. Angelus was floored. He had never been so excited by an encounter with a potential meal. He had already decided he would let her live. If nothing else, simply to see what she would do next. And to explore and violate every inch of her body he could get his hands on. Usually, the heaving breaths and rushing blood of the women he preyed upon excited the demon within, and he was ready to feed. But tonight, it meant an unforgettable adventure. He smiled internally, briefly allowing himself to envision where the night would go from here. The two continued their forbidden dance, even as the music stopped. When they looked around and realized everyone was staring at them, they stopped and made their way over to the bar. "Spike," Angelus whispered to his partner, "I�m headed upstairs. You keep an eye on things for me?" Spike smiled and acknowledged him with a nod. *Looks like he�s in for the ride of his life.* Sprawl watched through the open door of the club as Honey and Angelus made a spectacle of themselves. He was furious. On one hand, she was doing her job, the job he had sent her to do. On the other hand, she was enjoying it a little too much. And they had retreated upstairs. No doubt to continue the acts they had demonstrated to everyone on the dance floor. He wrung the rag in his hands until his muscles bulged beneath his skin. He would get so much pleasure out of killing these two vampires. This would be more than just a job. It would be revenge. Honey was his. No matter what, she belonged to him. He gritted his teeth and turned back to his customers, faking a complacent smile, and trying in vain not to think about what was about to transpire on the upper floor of the Tooth & Nail. Honey was breathless with excitement. She knew she was in the club to do a job, but she couldn�t deny the obvious pull of the handsome vampire who had run his hands over her body and had gotten under her skin. She tried, giddily, to convince herself she was just doing what she was supposed to. Seducing him so she could find out what Sprawl had sent her to find. But thoughts of work and Lorenzo were steadily disappearing under Angelus�s lustful gaze and wandering touch. When they reached the top of the stairs, he swept her up and carried her over to the majestic bed that took up the majority of the space. He laid her down and leaned over her, demanding that she submit to him. *He doesn�t waste any time,* she thought. *Well, then, neither will I.* She pulled his head down and kissed him, licking every available surface in his mouth. He returned the kiss, then pulled away. Licking her taste off of his lips, he commanded her to undress. They switched places, him sliding languorously to the top of the bed, her standing in full view of his watchful eyes. The black silk sheets made no noise under his red dinner jacket. When he had reclined into the mass of pillows, hands folded behind his head, she turned away from him and began to strip down, slowly. First her shoes. Then, the shiny silk stockings were rolled down from the knee. Then, the panties appeared from under the dress. The golden glow of her skin seemed to throw off a heat that was traveling straight to his loins. He swallowed in appreciation. She definitely knew how to hold his attention. Then, abruptly, she stopped. She turned to him and posed thoughtfully on one corner of the bed. He cocked his head at her, wondering why she�d stopped. Lighting a cigarette and blowing the first hit in his direction, she mused, "I wonder what�s gonna happen, what with me sitting here with no panties on...� She stared at him lustfully. He shrugged his jacket off and roughly snatched her from her position on the bed. He knew how to take a hint. Spike finished cleaning the bar glasses and leaned over the bar to ogle the waitresses straightening the rest of the club. Through the easy notes of the sax player, who always played them thru closing, the girls seemed to be dancing a strange ballet of lifting, wiping, and sweeping. As they twisted and twirled around one another, Spike laid glance on one petite blond with large breasts and baby-blue eyes. She was one of Angelus�s favorites. He called to her. "Trixie!" She sidled over to the bar. "Yeah, baby. What can I do you for?" He turned a ravishing smile upon her and raised an eyebrow. "Is that an invitation?" She laughed lightly and blinked those doe eyes at him. "Are you accepting?" The remainder of the waitresses had already said their goodbye�s to Pete, the sax player and Spike. The bar was empty. He threw a casual arm around her waist and led her to the staircase. "Petey, be a peach, and lock up for me, eh?" Pete agreed. He grabbed Trixie�s hand and continued up the stairs. *Daddy�s gonna be mad at me,* he thought. *But I surely wasn�t going to let him have ALL of the fun.* Both rooms of the upstairs quarters of the Tooth & Nail were busy. They usually were during the evening. Of course, the occupants were not day people. In fact, the rooms were perfect for them. Any normal dwellers would have been bothered by the noise from the club at night. But these particular ones were not, as they were quite fond of the noises that came with the sunset. The quiet still of the club during the day and the rush of life that came with sunrise served as a lullaby of sorts to dream to. Had anyone been in the near vicinity, they would have heard the moans and screams exiting the building. But tonight, the only person interested was in a hotel room across the street, cursing the heavy, black velvet curtains that blocked his view. He wanted to see what was going on. What the lifeless bastard was doing to HIS Honey. He wanted to kill her. But he needed her. And he loved her. He threw down the binoculars and left the room. He needed to find some misery, fast. All of the intensity in the rooms across the way had reached him and sickened his gut. When Honey returned, he would make her suffer. And feed. Oh, yes, she would scream for him to stop, but he wouldn�t until she remembered who was the boss. Who could kill her with one simple wound, and leave the body where no one would ever find it. Who could suck the life right out of her. He slammed the room door behind him, eliciting a thump from the adjoining room. He kicked their door on his way out. Over to the orphanage. Some kid was sure to be crying in his sleep, plagued with nightmares of demons who stole the happiness of little boys and girls. Honey and Angelus lay, side by side, one breathing heavily, the other smoking lazily. Never had either felt such pleasure. Never had pain felt so good. Angelus had brought her to the peak of ecstasy, and thrown her over the edge several times afterward. He had wanted to take it easy the first time, so he didn�t scare her, but she had attacked him with vigor befitting an animal. She slowly rose from the bed and found her dress where it had been thrown when he tore it from her body. She tossed it over her head and let it fall into place. He winced slightly, upset at the loss of his view of her gleaming skin, naked and shiny with sweat. She leaned on a dresser in the corner of the room and stared at Angelus from under eyes hooded with satisfaction. She looked a sight, hair tousled, eye makeup still cat-like and perfect, but lipstick gone. Angelus smiled at the thought of where the lipstick had ended up. His hand traveled to his front. He patted himself through the single sheet that lay over him. It would take him a while to recover from this little incident. But he would be ready and willing for the next encounter. He smiled again, planning what he would do to her next time. Honey, smoking, was still staring at him, and giggled when he touched himself. She knew he had enjoyed every minute of the night. The wistful smiles on his face told her as much. Not to mention the vampire stamina that had allowed him to pleasure her over and over again. And she had pleasured him in return. She slipped her shoes on and turned towards the door. Before exiting, she looked over her shoulder. "Well, well, Angel-face. I guess I�ll see you tomorrow night.� Without waiting for an answer, she slipped out the door and skipped down the stairs. Humming to herself all the way over to the other side of the street, Honey barely noticed Lorenzo strolling in after her, hands clenched in fury. When he closed the room�s door behind her, he startled her out of her reverie. "Enjoy yourself tonight?" he asked snidely. "Yes," she replied. "Why?" "Oh, just wondering. From what I could see, you were having quite a lovely evening. Full of merriment...� His words trailed off as she stared at him menacingly. "You were spying on me?" Carefully, she drew her emotions in and calmed down. If Lorenzo saw her mad, he would enjoy it way too much. And he would feed off of her. She would do anything to avoid that happening. Whenever he fed off of her she could see his demon counterpart, leering and lolling his tongue in satisfaction. And she was wiped out for hours afterwards. To the normal eye, it may have seemed like she was just a little tired from her nightly escapades. But an experience with the evil within her boss left her wanting to pack up and leave town, never telling where she was heading. She glared at him and huffed slightly. "I�m going to take a bath," she said calmly, and walked towards the bathroom. "To wash his smell off of you," he yelled after her. She shut the door quickly, and locked it, leaning against the wall for support. One day, he would surely kill her. Between his inner "demon" and his supposedly being in love with her, he was sure to lose his not too carefully restrained temper and really kill her. She sighed. As she ran the water and undressed, she thought of Angelus and William, and the lives they led. How nice it must be to be so free. She slid into the bath, already distracted from Lorenzo by thought of her new lover and his friend. *I�ll definitely be back there tomorrow, the minute the sun sets,* she thought, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the soothing aroma of the lavender bath salts. Spike sat, smoking, in the window of his room, enjoying the last moments of night before the sun rose over the city lights. He had heard Honey leave from Angelus�s room, calling him �Angel-face� on the way out. He grinned. A new nickname for him to torture his sire with. He heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find his partner, hands in pockets, standing on the other side, smiling. "Have a good night, Spikey-boy?" "Almost as good as yours. Feel like some breakfast?" He pushed the door wide open and gestured to the sleeping buxom blond. Angelus turned to him crossly. "I told you never to mess with the girls who work here.� Spike leered at him. "Aw, shucks, Pops, we just had a little fun. I won�t eat her. But I will screw her brains out again.� He laughed and slammed the door in his friend�s face. Oh, boy. He would surely be mad at him for the whole day. Spike returned to his spot on the windowsill and contemplated the impending dawn. He noticed the movement of curtains in one of the hotel rooms across the way. Maybe someone was watching them. He furrowed his brow and thought of something he had noticed last night. A strange shoeshiner outside the club, servicing the customers. There was nothing unusual about a stand of something or other outside the club, but he had gotten a weird vibe off of the ragman. He shrugged. Probably a leprechaun. They had some sort of fascination with shoes. He closed the curtains and returned to bed, stirring the slack-jawed girl. Time for Round Five. |
| NC-17 WARNING |
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| manip not by QM |