Wesley Wyndom-Pryce looked at his two companions severely. "Well, if you're
going to continue to take that attitude, I'll simply be forced to fuck both
of you blind before this night is done."
Baby looked at the dark-haired Englishman. "That better not be an idle threat, Wes."
He drew himself up straighter. "My word of honor as an Englishman," he stated.
"Yeah, right." Cordelia leaned against Baby. "Whatever."
Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Just for that, Cordelia, I am going to tie you to the bed and bring you to the brink again and again but I won't let you come."
Baby laughed at the look on Cordy's face. "Don't worry, honey. If Wes leaves you in the lurch, I'll take care of you."
Wesley exuded mild outrage. "That you most certainly will not do, for you, madam, will be chained to the wall and forced to watch while I pillage Cordelia's body."
Baby's eyes lost focus. "Chained?" she said hesitantly.
"Yes," Wesley drawled and crossed one leg over the other nonchalantly. "Or perhaps handcuffs. I haven't decided yet. I have a lovely new pair. They have a new strength spell on them. Even you won't be able to break them, my dear."
"Demon!" Cordy yelled and drew her sword. Wesley stood and hefted his axe.
"Ah, excellent!" Wesley exclaimed as he whirled to meet his yellow-skinned attacker. A few judicious strokes of the Englishman's axe dispatched the demon. "I had hoped for a bit more… well… resistance," Wesley moaned. "He was hardly worth the exertion."
"I know," Baby commiserated and placed her arm around Wes. "It's hard to find a really good fight anymore." They left their perch on the low wall and walked in silence for a few moments. "Handcuffs?"
Wesley grinned slowly. "Yes, handcuffs. You'll love them. Impossible for you to break free from them. Totally at my mercy." He smiled chillingly at the two women. "No safety words."
Baby grinned. "Safety words are like laser sights-they're both for pussies."
Wes grinned in response. "But my dear, technically speaking, you are a…"
"Don't go there, Wes," she warned.
Cordy giggled. "Yeah, start that and you'll be the one chained to a wall, blue eyes."
Wes considered her statement, his aforementioned blue eyes glowing with the possible implications. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time Cordelia or Baby had chained him up, or down for that matter, still…. "While that is certainly a very attractive proposition, I don't believe I'm in the mood tonight." He swung the axe onto his shoulder. "No, I believe the two of you deserve to be roundly punished for the appalling attitude you've both exhibited towards me this evening. Your insult was quite inexcusable."
Cordelia scanned the area. "Well, since you feel that way about it, I guess Baby and I will just have to take our punishment like grown… well…." She found herself at a loss to describe exactly what she and Baby were now. "Well, demonized seers and souled vampires."
"Indeed you shall," Wes agreed.
The rest of the patrol passed quietly and soon they found themselves back at Baby's French Quarter home. With their vampiric lovers all away, the Consorts of the Scourge found themselves alone. That didn't mean they necessarily needed to be bored. Wesley escorted the ladies to the room that was kept for his and Drusilla's use on their frequent visits. "Now, if you would both be so good as to remove your clothing," he said. When they didn't immediately comply, his face hardened. "Or I shall be forced to tear them from you," he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Baby felt a tightening in her womb. "Are you bad enough to do it?" she whispered.
Wes plowed into her, forcing her back until she connected with the wall. He held her wrists above her head in one hand while he grabbed the neck of her T-shirt with the other and ripped it completely down the front. "I see you're going to be difficult tonight," he said mildly. He muttered a few words in a language Baby didn't recognized and she found she couldn't move. Damn mages anyway! They never fought fair. "That should hold you for a few minutes," Wes said and turned to Cordelia. "Are you going to be difficult as well?" he asked her.
Cordy looked at Baby's torn shirt with bright eyes. "God, that looks like fun, but…." She did a mock wince. "Designer," she explained and began unbuttoning her top.
Satisfied that she was complying with his orders, he considered the vampiress for a moment. He opened the bureau and extracted a pair of handcuffs. "Yes, I believe these will do nicely," he said, more to himself than to either of the women. He quickly handcuffed Baby and looped the cuffs over a hook suspended from the iron bar of the canopy of the bed. "Lovely," he muttered. "Yes, that shall do quite nicely."
Cordelia had disrobed down to her bra and panties by now and was watching the pair with evident anticipation.
"Come here," Wesley ordered sharply. Cordy shivered. Wesley demanded complete control in the boudoir. There would be no soft, romantic ambiance when he was in this sort of a mood. If they wanted that sort of nonsense, they could wait for Spike or Angel to return. Of course, Drusilla would be back as well and he'd have less interest in either woman once his love was back in the house. "I said… come… here… now!"
Cordelia jumped just a bit at the tone he used. Oh God, this was going to be so good. She could feel desire already settling deep inside her. She walked slowly toward him. Goading him. Just a bit. Wesley grabbed her roughly, ignoring her squeal and tossed her onto the bed. "Defiant little thing tonight, aren't you?" he said in that same mild voice. Cordy loved it when he was like this. The soft, gentle voice completely at odds with the hard, barely controlled violence in his face and hands. Sometimes, he reminded her of Angel in one of his less… human moods. She shivered again. She didn't need to be a vampire to hear Baby starting to breathe heavily. She was always amused that though they didn't need to breathe, her vampires, male and female alike, still reacted much the same as humans to stress and excitement, be it in battle or sex play. And to be honest, with her family violence and sex often had the same effect. But then of course, her family was odd even by vampire standards. Angel snored, too.
Wes jerked her arms above her just hard enough to get her attention. In an amazingly short amount of time he had tied each of her limbs to a bedpost leaving her spread-eagle in the middle of the bed. "There. That's much better," the Watcher observed. He turned his attention from his demonic lover to his undead one. He was glad Baby had divested herself of her numerous weaponry upon entering the house. He wouldn't have to deal with that particular delay. He did reach into her boot and remove her back-up pistol and knife, tossing them onto the bed beside Cordelia's nearly nude form. "Now, madam, for you," he said coldly. He reached into his own boot and pulled out his switchblade. At the familiar swishshnick sound of it opening, Baby closed her eyes for a moment and released a shuddering breath.
Wesley stood. "You two are without doubt the most…" He walked around behind her, surveying her hanging form. "Disobedient… " He grabbed the sleeve of her T-shirt and slipped his knife between the cloth and her skin. He applied just enough pressure to separate the material, half ripping, half cutting up the sleeve and across the shoulder until the garment fell away. He moved deliberately to her other side. "Obstinate…" He ripped-cut the other sleeve and the T fell to the floor. He moved between her and the bed, placing his body flush with hers. "Disrespectful… " He quickly sliced each strap of her bra. He heard Cordelia moan softly behind him. "Creatures… " He slid the blade between her breasts, allowing it to cut a thin line. A tiny trickle of blood appeared. He jerked the blade separating the two halves of her bra. "I have ever had the misfortune to deal with," he finished. With the tip of the knife, he flicked the cups of the bra away from first one breast and then the other. It fluttered to the floor. He brought the blade carefully to his mouth and licked the thin line of blood from it. This time it was Baby who moaned.
"Boots off," he ordered. She quickly toed her footwear off and Wes kicked them aside. He considered her pants for a moment before slipping the knife into the waistband above her hipbone and beginning to saw downwards. The denim was tougher than the cotton of the t-shirt but the switchblade was honed to razor sharpness and sliced the material with relative ease. He cut a gash in the denim slowly down the front of her thigh and on down until he reached the hem and the leg of her pants separated. She was definitely aroused now and trying to push her bare leg against his hand. He took pity and ran his palm down the path the blade had made and the vampire sighed with release. Reaching her ankle, he slid her sock off before turning to the other leg. He repeated the procedure and allowed the ruined tatters to fall into a heap. He kicked them away. He could hear Cordelia's accelerated breathing behind him. "Don't worry, my dear. You turn will come soon enough." He paused to look at her already-flushed face. "But you won't. Not until I'm ready. Not until I say so. Only then will I let you come. And, oh my dear, I promise you, then you will come. But first, you'll beg."
"Oh Wes," Cordelia sighed.
He smiled. The Englishman sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his legs between Baby's. Handcuffed to the rail above him, her body was less than an inch from his face. He considered her panties for a moment, debating whether to slide them down her legs, slice them from her body, or rip them apart with his bare hands. The blade called to him and he eased it between the delicate silk and the equally delicate skin covering her right hipbone and pulled. The silk separated easily while the elastic offered just the right touch of resistance. Again, he repeated the action and she finally hung before him nude. He eased his legs apart forcing her to spread her thighs. "Ah, yes," he breathed as he ran the flat of the knife between her legs, pressing just hard enough for her to feel what he was doing with the flat metal but careful not to actually cut her. The blade came away wet with her desire. He looked up into her green eyes and whispered, "Do you want it?" Wesley ran the tip of the knife daintily across the already separated lips of her labia. She was already opening to him. "Do you? Do want me to fuck you with my blade?" This time the tip pressed a bit more. "Hmm? Is that what you want? My knife inside you?" He grinned, a hard, wicked smile. "That pain? It would be exquisite." The point of the knife dug in just enough that she gave a tiny flinch but she also pushed her pelvis toward him. He never allowed it to break the skin.
"Do it," Cordelia whispered. "Please."
He ignored her, focusing only on the redhead for the time being. "You do want that, don't you? The pain that Spike won't give you? That Angelus can't? You want the torment that only I can bring to you." His eyes glowed with the thought of the power he held over her.
Her eyes glowed in response and yellow flashed in them for a moment. Her demon loved this man. Loved the pain he brought. Loved the pleasure. Craved it. "Oh God. Yes, Wes. Please."
"You want my knife here." He shoved two fingers into her. She was already wet and nearly pulsing with desire. He twisted them and pushed a bit harder.
She moaned and bit her lip. "Yes. Wes. I do."
He chuckled. A soft and unpleasant sound. "You'd let me do it. You'd let me shove my knife into you like it was part of my hand." He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in. She moaned again and began to thrust against his hand. "I could use my knife as I would use my sex and you wouldn't even try to stop me. You wouldn't stop me because it wouldn't kill you, would it, sweet? Because there's no real danger. You've seen what I can do with this and you want to somehow share in that. You want it. Because you desire the pain." She pressed harder toward his hand, toward his imaginary knife. "But the pain! Oh my darling, the pain would be more than you could bear." He removed his hands from her.
"Please Wes! Please don't stop," she begged. "I'll do anything you want. Please, Wes."
He wiped the knife on the bedcovers and tucked it back into his boot. "You're such a whore."
"Wesley!" she protested. "Don't. Please."
"You're here for punishment, not pleasure," he reminded her. "Now be a good little tart and watch closely." He stood and moved to the foot of the bed. With a hand on either bedpost, he critically surveyed the two women and considered his next move. The demon seer was looking back at him with lust and just a touch of trepidation in her hazel eyes. He in turn scrutinized her and the vampire with appraising storm cloud eyes. Cordelia might be in her late thirties but she still possessed the youthful form she'd had at twenty-one. She was as beautiful a sight as any man could wish to see. Baby appeared closer to Cordelia's actual age but her beauty, while different, was no less than the brunette's. In form and shape, there was a certain similarity to the two women. Both were graced with voluptuous figures: large busts, small waists, swelling hips. Neither would ever have been able to pass for a boy. He'd plundered these two bodies often enough to be familiar with their curves and with the heavy weight of their breasts in his hands. With their taste as he suckled them. Cordelia's dark hair complemented her tanned skin. Baby's bottle red locks were sanguine against her alabaster flesh. He had caressed those locks, both coffee and blood against his own skin. Their hair had often hidden the women's faces as they were buried in his groin. Ah yes, their faces buried in his groin. Mmm. Cordy's generous California-Girl mouth was a nice contrast to Baby's small Victorian rosebud mouth. He thought of the times he'd slid his cock in between their lips. Felt their tongues licking him. Their mouths sucking him. He growled slightly. He reached out and ran a hand up Cordelia's calf. Such lovely, long legs. Both women had long, strong legs. He'd felt them wrapped around him often enough to know just how long and silky smooth they were. He growled again.
Remembering past sessions of passion and debauchery was giving him a nearly painful erection and he turned his mind back to the present. He was in control. Besides, Cordelia was still partially dressed and that needed to be rectified. He crawled on the bed, placing himself between her widespread legs. "And now for you, my sweet," he said. "Regarding that insufferable insult Baby dealt me earlier tonight; do you agree with this imprudent creature?"
Cordelia looked up at the man kneeling between her legs and nodded. "I do," she said with just the faintest touch of hesitancy.
"Then you shall be punished as well," he said and lowered his body onto hers. He made sure that she could feel his erection though his clothes and hers as he pushed against her. She immediately began to grind her pelvis against his. "My, my. We are impatient tonight, aren't we?" he observed. Ah well, Angel had been gone for days. He ran his hands over her face, slipping the two fingers that had been inside Baby into Cordelia's eager mouth. She moaned as the taste and scent hit her and began to lick and suckle them. "Very impatient," he corrected. He brought his free hand down, cupped her still-covered breast, and was gratified when Cordy pushed her body upwards into his hand. He moved his hand away from her breast and found the front closure of her bra. He broke the hook and eye closures one at a time with his thin, strong fingers. "You know, it was most remiss of Angel and Spike to leave the two of you alone for all this time." He pulled his fingers from her mouth and knelt back again, ignoring her protests. He freed her chest from the bra and considered her amble charms for a moment. He placed his hands on her hipbones and slipped them forcefully upwards in a masseuse type motion until he held each breast in a firm grip. She arched upwards again, undulating along his hands' path. He squeezed and kneaded. "So, tell me. How have the two of you been keeping yourselves for these last three days? Hmm? What have my naughty, naughty girls been doing?" He pinched her nipples and she squealed. "Have you been keeping each other company through the long daylight hours? Have you?" He twisted and she began to squirm. "Has Baby been doing this to you while we men were all away? Has she been licking and biting your beautiful tits? Has she?" He twisted her nipples harder. "Answer me!"
Cordy was panting now. "Yes. Yes, she has."
He smiled slowly, an expression that couldn't be described as pleasant. "So you have been naughty, then." He abandoned her breast and caressed his way down her abdomen, past her flat belly, pausing with a hand resting on either hip. "Have you been pleasuring each other? Licking each other?" He pushed her hips down into the mattress a moment before continuing his way down her legs to stop at her knees. "Have you run your tongue along Baby here?" His finger brushed the insides of her thighs. "Has she done the same for you?"
"Yes. Oh yes," Cordy answered, her legs beginning to tremble. Baby was moaning and pulling slightly on the handcuffs. The bed creaked slightly as her vampire strength threatened to bend the bar. Wes paused of a few seconds to mutter a strengthening spell on the bed frame. That would hold it even against Drusilla's considerable power. Baby would be no problem.
He returned his attention to the brunette spread so lasciviously before him. He could see the wetness already staining the crotch of her panties darker than the rest of the rose-colored silk. He tore the elastic strings on either side of the bikinis and tossed them away. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs again, pausing just before his hands touched her bush. "What else have the pair of you been up to? I know you're both filthy little things." He pushed upwards that final inch. Now his fingers were spread out on either side of her sex, his thumbs resting just under the curve of her ass. He squeezed and was rewarded with a yelp. "So, tell me, my dear. What decadent obscenities have you been indulging in? Have you allowed our little vampire slut to put her tongue inside you?" He squeezed again. "Has the depraved little bloodsucker been eating you out? Rimming you?" He began moving his thumbs in tiny circles, bringing them around following the crux where her legs met her body. He was careful to not actually touch her labia. He could see her opening for him, a debauched flower blooming there between her legs. "Licking your ass?"
"Oh God, Wes," Baby moaned. She could see everything he was doing to the other woman and it was driving her mad. The scent of Cordelia's arousal alone was causing such a tingling ache between her legs that she was sure she'd die soon if he didn't stop and just touch her, for God's sake!
Wesley ignored her. Her turn would come soon enough. Besides, this was her promised torture; to watch him while he used Cordelia however he pleased. "Tell me, Cordelia. Tell me what she's done to you," Wesley insisted.
Cordelia could barely think, much less form coherent sentences. "She's done all that. Everything you've said. The… the… oh Wes! The eating and the rimming…. And… Oh God! Wes, please!" His thumbs were driving her wild. She tried to thrust upwards but his iron grip held her to the bed. Her legs wanted to pull up, to expose more of herself to him but the ropes held her immobile.
He chuckled. "And did you like it?" He ran his hand lightly over the dark, wet curls, not really touching her. "Did the touch of another woman make you come?" He repeated the action in the other direction and Cordelia shivered. Her legs were trembling now as they pulled against her bonds. "Did a woman's fingers up your tight arse send you over the edge?" He barely allowed his index finger to glide across the wet, slick surface of her opening sex. She screamed and arched off the bed. "Are you that perverted, my dear?"
Cordelia was beyond caring. She was murmuring the words 'Oh God' over and over again. A litany in time with the pulsing of her womb. "Wesley, please. Oh please, fuck me. Please," she begged.
He grinned. "Not yet," he answered. "You haven't suffered enough, my dear." He removed his hands from her body, leaving her bereft and aching. He thought for a moment and decided her current position was not suitable for what he had planned. He untied the rope from one bedpost and tied it to the canopy bar near Baby's cuffs. He repeated the action on the other side of the bed. Now Cordelia's legs were tied to the canopy, a lascivious 'V' in the air. There was just enough play to the ropes that she could bend her legs a bit. Her buttocks were more exposed, more accessible to him. He decided the new arrangement would do quite nicely. The time it had taken him to rearrange her had allowed Cordelia to calm somewhat but she was still too aroused. The slightest touch could easily send her into orgasm and he wanted to continue her punishment. He took the time to undress, folding his clothes neatly, placing them on the bureau top, tucking his boots away in the closet, ignoring Baby's invective at being ignored. For the moment. He retrieved a tube of lubricant from his half-unpacked suitcase and placed it on the bed along with a wet cloth and a couple of towels before turning his attention back to his two women. He whacked Baby across the ass with the flat of his hand. "You will not use that tone with me, madam! If you continue in this vein, I will gag you." He bent slightly, bringing his face close to hers, "And not touch you again for the rest of the day," he purred.
Baby swallowed and nodded. "I'm sorry, Wes. I'll be good."
He nodded in reply. "Very well then. We will continue as we have been. However, you've earned yourself a bit more discipline." He climbed back onto the bed. "You get to watch a bit more."
Cordelia bit her lip as she looked up at him, framed between her outstretched legs. "Wes?" she asked tentatively. "What are you going to do?"
He raised a very scholarly eyebrow at her. "Do, my dear?" He pulled off his glasses and placed them out of harm's way. "Why, I'm going to fuck you into oblivion as I promised you I would." He began to mouth her nipples while one hand stole down to tickle her clit. She was still sopping wet and open. Ready and more than willing to receive his ministrations.
"Oh God. Yes. Wes." She started to thrust up as well as she could, tied as she was. "Please, Wes, please."
"Are you sorry then, for what you said? Do you apologize?" he said as he kissed her lips before sliding his tongue between them. "Beg my forgiveness."
She kissed him with frenzied need. "Oh I do. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I'll never say it again." 'Until I want you to do this to me again,' she added silently.
He smiled. He heard the thought as clearly as if he possessed Dru's psychic abilities. "Very well then." He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her sex, eliciting more moaned pleas entreating him to just stop the torture and enter her. He prolonged her agony as long as possible. This was the best part of the whole procedure, of course, when they lay writhing beneath him, begging for him, beseeching him to use them however he willed. He often thought this moment was better than actually climaxing. And he could make it last infinitely longer. At last, when Cordelia thought she could take no more, that she would die if he didn't just please do something, when curses and obscenities she hardly remembered she knew were mixed with her pleas, he shoved his cock forcefully into her. She actually levitated for a few minutes, held down only by Wesley's body and her bonds. As he pulled back and slammed into her again she began to scream, keening her pleasure to the world. With each thrust she reached a higher plateau of sensation, of nearness to that craved point of release. Finally Wes took pity on her and placed his finger on her clitoris.
"Now, my dear Cordelia, you may come." He moved his finger against her swollen nub. It took only seconds for her to spasm, bucking wildly against him, screaming as though possessed. Replete at last, she dropped back to the bed, involuntarily pulling herself free of him. Wesley laughed, low and deep in his throat. She was obviously done for the night; she was barely even conscious. He reached up and released the knots that bound her ankles, allowing her legs to drop to the mattress. She didn't move them from where they fell. She was too sated, too fulfilled to care about her wanton sprawl.
It didn't matter. He had other duties to attend to. There was still the vampiress. She was in a state of arousal already from watching what he had done to her other lover. He moved around and sat on the edge of the bed as he had before. Without preamble, he pulled her knees up onto the bed on either side of his legs. The mattresses were tall and she ended sitting with a thigh resting on either of his. When he spread his legs, hers were spread perforce, as well. Her position gave him excellent access to her.
"Now let me see. What would be suitable reprimand for your transgressions?" He wrapped his arms about her and ran his hands over her back and down to cup her generous ass. He squeezed and kneaded for a few minutes. "Cordelia tells me that the two of you have been very bad. Quite perverted." He bit down hard on her left nipple before placing his mouth close to her ear. "Of course, she has no idea just how perverted you can be, does she, love?" He pulled back and bit the other nipple just as hard. He whispered again, this time in the other ear. "She has absolutely no concept of what perversion really is, does she?" He slipped a finger across her slit, wetting it before pushing it inside her anus. He was pleased when she pushed back. "She's an innocent, isn't she?" he continued. "Compared to you and me." He added a second finger and she groaned contentedly. He continued to whisper in her ear. "You and I, we know the Darkness, don't we, dear? We are so far removed from sweet Cordelia that she couldn't even conceive of the depths we've explored. That we want to explore further." He was moving those two fingers, in and nearly out and back in.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head on his shoulder. "Wesley." She pushed back onto his hand in time with his thrusting fingers. "She can't imagine," Baby agreed. "The blood. The violence. Oh." She gasped as he twisted his wrist just a bit.
He moved his free hand around and began to manipulate her clitoris. "She doesn't feel the way we do. She doesn't crave it. The death. The high that only comes from killing and killing and killing." He bit her earlobe as she moaned and writhed against his hands, unsure which sensation she wanted more, the one in her ass or the one in her pussy. "You know what I'm speaking of. You know what I feel. You feel it, too." His teeth-blunt, human teeth-had bitten hard enough to cause bleeding. He sucked the wound eagerly. Vampire blood, rich and salty. She tasted just a touch like Drusilla. "There is no orgasm to compare with watching them die. No power equal to it." He slipped a third finger into her tight asshole. With his other hand he penetrated her with two fingers and began to saw in and out. "You are so lucky. You get to feel them die from your bite. How does it feel when you hold them and drink that last drop, when their heart stops and you feel the soul leave their bodies?" He pushed harder with his two hands. "I must know. Tell me how it feels."
She lifted her head and looked at him with glowing yellow eyes. "It is beyond description. There are no words. In any of the languages I know." She was breathing in deep, quick gasps now. Unnecessary but needed just the same. "It's like this, but a thousandfold. Oh Wesley, God!" She spasmed slightly as he found a particularly delightful rhythm.
"Tell me," he ordered again, biting sharply down her neck, following the line of her jugular vein. There would be bruises there till after noon. "Tell me how it feels when they die under your fangs."
She reveled in the power of the human holding her. There was not another living man-and only two dead men-that she would allow to handle her so. "It's like nothing I can explain to you, my sweet, vicious Wesley. It fulfills every facet of you. It's orgasm and eating a feast and dancing till dawn and drunkenness and a hundred other things all rolled into one." She bit her lip till her blood flowed, crimson and bright down her chin. She offered it to him. He suckled it eagerly. The wound closed quickly though and soon he had licked every precious drop from her face. "It's like that, only better." She kissed him deeply. "You'll know it. One day soon."
"Yes, I will. Very soon," he agreed. He removed his fingers from her vagina and replaced them with his cock. "Better?" he couldn't resist asking when she gasped in pleasure.
"You know it is. God, Wes. You feel so good." She delighted in the feeling of his heat, his blood-hot length filling her. Impaled by fire.
He never ceased his thrusts into her ass. And now he increased the pace. She was soon squirming and thrusting as madly as Cordelia had. He withheld that last stimulus that would send her into oblivion, however. He had something to tell her first. "Baby, when the time comes. When I'm ready to change, I don't want Spike to sire me."
His words penetrated her brain as deeply as he penetrated her body. "Yes?"
He drew a deep steadying breath. "Spike can't understand what it's like for us. For you and I. He kills for the joy of the hunt, to stop the hunger, to assuage the bloodlust. He doesn't understand the power. He can't feel the need to rule, to overpower, that we do." He thrust deeply up into her, feeling her contract and open around his cock. "We are more closely akin to the soulless beasts we hunt than we are to our lovers. Even Dru can't understand the need to utterly dominate them that you and I feel. She simply enjoys their pain." He could feel himself beginning to lose control and tightened his considerable will and forced himself to a steady slow rhythm. "I want you to sire me. I want you to sire me when we're like this."
She suddenly understood what he was talking about. "Oh Wes!"
"I want to die on the peak of orgasm, coming into you, drinking you. I want to die emptying into you and being filled by you." His thrusts became harder, faster. "You can't tell me you haven't wanted to do that. Haven't dreamed of it. Because I have dreamed of it. Of killing someone while fucking them." He saw the truth in her eyes. "You have, haven't you?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I want to do it even now. I could do it so easily. Just a bite, a rip, and you'd bleed to death in seconds." She was meeting him thrust for thrust, using her bound arms to pull her body up and then drop back onto him. "You'd die screaming my name, coming inside me. Oh God. OH WES!"
Her words enflamed him. "We can't. Not yet. Soon!" He gritted his teeth with the effort to keep from screaming at her to do it now. They were pounding each other now, both nearing the point of release. "I want your promise that if at all possible, you'll sire me."
She panted out her oath.
Wesley slipped his hand between them but didn't touch her. Not just yet. "Then there's only one more item of business before I fuck you till you can't see."
She looked at him in amazement.
"An apology. For what you said earlier," he managed to hiss.
"You have it," she gasped.
"Good then," he responded and grabbed her clit with his forefinger and thumb and twisted. As he did so, he bit as hard as he could into her soft breast, piercing the skin, letting her rich blood flow into his mouth. She roared her orgasm with the voice of a lioness and the face of a demon. Her body seizing with pleasure sent him into his own orgasm. He pumped his living seed into her dead body, filling her with his heat. She collapsed against him, supported only by her bound hands.
When sufficient time had passed for him to gather his wits and calm his body, he muttered a brief Latin phrase and the handcuffs sprang open. He used the cloth and towels to quickly clean them both and laid her on the bed opposite Cordelia. He gathered up a light blanket from the rack where it was kept before climbing between them and pulling it over them all. Cordelia rolled onto her side and snuggled against him. "Love you, Wes," she said sleepily. "You were very good tonight."
Baby opened one eye and threw an arm over his waist and a leg over his own. "Yeah, you were. Really good."
He chuckled. "Yes, I was. And you were both quite horrible to me. I still am not sure I've gotten a proper apology."
Baby laughed softly. "Alright, Wes. We give up! We're sorry. Okay?"
Cordelia joined her. "Yes. We're very sorry. And we won't ever suggest that you're losing your accent and starting to sound like an American. Not ever again."
Wesley humphed at them. "Damned straight you won't. Not if you know what's good for you."
Cordy and Baby exchanged glances across his chest. Cordy winked and Baby nodded back. Right then, the next time he said "truck" instead of "lorry" or "elevator" instead of "lift," one of them would nail him on it. In this case, they were definitely willing to do the time to pay for their crime.
~Fin~