Los Angeles, Wolfram & Hart, Booth’s Suite
Booth looked dumbfounded at the scene and then over at Angel. His life was getting stranger by the minute. Yesterday, he was on a plane to do a job like any other ordinary day. Today, he was in the company of demons, and they were having sex on his bed.
“Spike!” Angel growled in frustration.
It was just like his childer to do something like this. He was having a serious meeting with Special Agent Seeley Booth and now to have him see this. It was wrong. The agent may as well think they were a bunch of oversexed demons the way Spike and Drusilla had been carrying on since the agent got there.
“What?” Spike blinked innocently.
“Don’t try that with me. You know what you’re doing,” Angel’s eyes narrowed at the other vampire.
“Yeah, ’m having my evil way with Dru on a bed,” Spike said flippantly.
Angel clenched his fists at his sides and counted to ten slowly to keep from going over there and knocking the smug vampire on his ass. He got to six and decided that wasn’t working as he still felt the urge to follow through with it.
“I can’t – no, wait. I can – believe you did this! We have a guest and you’re – you’re screwing on his bed!” Angel said incredulously.
Spike looked around the room and then his placement on the bed with Drusilla. “Uh, yeah, I guess I am.”
“You guess?” Angel was back to growling. “Don’t you have a decent bone in your body anymore?”
“Of course I do,” Spike said as he demonstrated by thrusting into Drusilla and making her moan.
Angel threw up his hands in frustration. He went and sat down in a chair near the bed and put his head in his hands. Why should it come as a surprise that Spike was still an audacious brat? Having a soul did nothing to improve Spike’s personality. He was still the same obnoxious demon that he was when he was evil.
“Daddy?” Drusilla cooed from the bed.
“Yes, Dru?” Angel and Booth replied. Booth turned crimson when he realized he had answered her.
Drusilla laughed and wriggled away from Spike, dislodging herself from him and crawled across the bed toward Angel. Spike growled and fell back on the bed, his glistening shaft swaying a little due to the movement. Drusilla went to the edge of the bed and reached out to twirl Angel’s loose tie around her long fingers. She used it to guide Angel onto the bed.
Booth’s eyes widened at the whole scene. All three of them were going to have sex? The rumors he had heard about people on the West Coast being uninhibited looked like the truth from where he was standing. Should he be watching this? It did seem like a private moment.
“Are you going to join in or just stand there with a rocket ready to lift off in your pants?” Spike asked.
“Huh?” Seeley blinked and refocused on his surroundings.
“Come here and take your clothes off,” Spike said as he motioned with his hand.
Seeley’s feet took on a life of their own as he walked over to the bed. His fingers seemed to working on their own, too. He stared into Spike’s vivid blue eyes as he undressed and climbed onto the bed. He spared a glance at Angel and saw that Drusilla had opened his shirt and was teasing a nipple. Seeing her tongue dart out to touch the dark vampire made him harder if that was possible. Oh, God. I’m a hedonist. I’m going to Hell because this is turning me on and all the sacraments in the world won’t help me.
“A voyeur, eh? Angel’s like that,” Spike commented when he saw that Booth was looking at their companions.
Without thinking, Booth asked, “What’s it like to make love with her?”
“Bloody hell, you’re a romantic. That’s something that Angel isn’t,” Spike said, rolling his eyes and then growled when Angel reached over and smacked the back of his head.
“I can be romantic, boyo,” Angel said defensively.
“Not with this family you aren’t and I’ve seen how romantic you are with other women, you were literally afraid to touch them,” Spike retorted.
“I am not!” Angel growled and then groaned when Drusilla’s fingers stroked him.
“Yeah, some argument you got going there mate. You were afraid to touch Buffy, didn’t even consider a relationship with Cordelia until she turned into a demon and then didn’t want to be near Nina until she was bitten by a werewolf,” Spike said counting on his fingers.
“You’re dating a werewolf and fucking Drusilla?” Booth asked mystified.
“I’m not dating anyone! Nina and I just hang out, have . . . coffee,” Angel explained.
“Also, the occasional nooner and she spends the night when she isn’t locked in a cage in the basement,” Spike finished.
“She’s locked in a cage?” Booth’s brows furrowed trying to understand everything.
“Only 3 nights a month, for her own safety and others of course. She tried eating Angel when he was a puppet last month,” Spike said.
“Angel was a puppet?” Booth tried to imagine that.
“Yeah, a cute little felt thing with plastic fangs. It was adorable,” Spike smirked.
“It was a spell!” Angel growled and then muttered, “Stupid room; should have had a better warning sign!”
“You tell him, Angel. Then, tell him how you killed the wee evil puppet by impaling him on the fence of a kid’s show set!” Spike encouraged.
“You killed Elmo?” Booth asked.
“It wasn’t Sesame Street, it was this show called Smile Time. The puppets were demons,” Angel said defensively.
“You’re the reason the number two top rated kid’s show is off the air?” Booth chuckled.
“They were evil!” Angel reiterated.
Drusilla stopped Angel from saying any more when she sat up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to kiss her. Once Angel’s lips locked with hers, she slid into his lap and ground her pussy against his pants that she had managed to open when the three men were talking.
Booth’s mouth went dry at the sight and his jaw dropped open. He leaned back on his hands and watched the action from behind Drusilla.
Her dark, rich hair had grown longer and the ends of the locks were tickling her waist. As Booth watched her rock against Angel, Spike wrapped his fingers around Seeley’s cock and started to stroke him. The agent was a human with hot flesh and hot blood that was pumping into his erection and turning it into pretty colors. It felt like forever since Spike had felt a warm human.
Booth fell back on the bed when Spike engulfed him. He never thought of himself as anything other than straight before. But, the blonde vampire’s mouth felt so good on his dick. The inside of Spike’s mouth was cool and wet compared to how hot he suddenly felt.
If he ever believed in the Geek myths, then Drusilla had the beauty of a Goddess and the sight of her with Spike earlier was awesome as was seeing her with Angel. He tried to imagine Angel and Spike together and that thought made him grab the back of the blonde head and thrust up into the welcoming throat.
Booth’s eyes snapped open when he heard Drusilla cry out. At first, he was worried that she was hurt. But then, he saw that Angel had flipped their positions with her under him and the sound of her coos and moans with the dark vampire’s forceful thrusts sent Booth that much closer toward his own orgasm.
“Spike,” Seeley grunted as he tried to pull the blonde away from his cock before he released. Spike was reluctant to let go of him. When Seeley literally pushed against his shoulders, he let go and looked up at the agent quizzically. “I need – more. I – God, I never did this before with another guy. I – Can I --” he stammered.
“You want to fuck me? Nope. You may be family, but I only bottom for Angel ’cause he’s my Sire. But, I’ll fuck you,” Spike smirked.
Seeley became nervous at that prospect. He’d only had sex with women before and there was only one way that happened: His slot-A went into her slot-B. But, this was completely different. A vampire wanted to fuck him and he was seriously considering it. The idea made every sensitive point of his body harden.
Spike smirked when Booth nodded and said, “Okay, but, go easy.”
The blonde vampire sat up and Booth shifted his position to his hands and knees when his head against the pillow. He felt Spike move around behind him, and poet hands caress his flanks. Booth could always tell what a person was like by their demeanor. The blonde vampire was the rough-and-tumble sort, but his hands were effortlessly gentle.
“Hey, Angel, where’s the lube that I know you keep around here for your self-flagellating wanks?” Booth heard Spike ask and tried to conceal a chuckle when he heard Angel growl in response.
Brief seconds later, Seeley shuddered when he felt cool liquid against his backside. It started warming up as Spike worked it into him with his fingers. He groaned when the vampire started to stretch the muscles that weren’t meant to be stretch this way. Then, he cried out at the splitting pain.
“Shhh,” Spike’s voice soothed from a distance as he slowly pushed his cock inside the hot, tight body under him.
Seeley’s eyes watered, but the pain also caused a jolt of pleasure to run through his body and made his dick harder. He reached back and gripped Spike’s thighs when they met his. When Spike started rolling his hips searching for something, Seeley thought he was going to die from the stretching sensation until the vampire hit whatever it was that made him clench his teeth and groan.
“Like that huh?” Spike asked as he stared down at the body that resembled his Sire’s. This was surreal. It was like getting to fuck Angel, but not. His eyes rolled back as the thrusting became mechanical: in, out, in, out, of a hot, slick, human sheath with spasms around his dick.
“Shit,” Booth cursed as the movements brushed against a nerve center that triggered his cock to start leaking.
“I’m going to move you on your side now,” Spike said as he pushed Booth over when he lay on his side. From this position, Spike lifted Seeley’s leg over his thigh and thrust deeper.
“Fuck!” Booth cried out. He focused on the couple before him and noticed that Angel had done the same with Drusilla.
It was the hottest scene Booth could remember seeing in his life. Drusilla’s head was thrown back against Angel’s shoulder, her body in a perfect arch. Her breasts were plump and perfectly round, just as he had imagined they’d be. His eyes skimmed her thin, frail body and saw that Angel had a bruising grip on her hips as he pounded into her.
Seeley salivated at the overwhelming need to feel her, taste her. Drusilla’s skin was white like Spike’s, but with her bone structure, exotic eyes and ethereal beauty, it reminded him of someone he read about once, Rhiannon, a goddess of ethereal beauty, born with the first moonrise. In his mind, that’s what he nicknamed Drusilla. But then, she could always be as tempting as her Roman namesake. After seeing her with Spike earlier, the tale of Caligula and his sister Drusilla came easily to mind.
Seeley was bumped out of his thoughts with an accurate thrust from Spike that made him cry out. He moved closer to Drusilla and cupped a breast in his big hand. Through lust-glazed eyes, he watched the nipple harden under his teasing fingers. Then, he lowered his head, took the nipple into his mouth, and flicked his tongue over it. He barely heard her groaning response over the roar in his ears.
Seeley felt Angel push Drusilla closer to him, and he bit her nipple, making her cry out louder. He could still feel Spike fucking him and Drusilla’s body move with Angel’s thrusts, but he had blocked out his surroundings, intent only on the beautiful vampiress. He moved his hand down her stomach to the coarse, dark curls between her thighs. Seeley was surprised when he felt the wet folds of her pussy and discovered that Angel wasn’t there. The dark vampire was . . . oh, God! His face reddened at the thought of how Angel was pleasuring her. This was a fine time for his moral sensibilities to catch up with him.
Seeley felt nails scratch against his scalp and glanced up to see Drusilla looking at him as she moaned. He brought his hand back up and rubbed the tips over her full lips. He nearly came when her tongue darted out and took a couple of his fingers inside. Booth felt Spike push him closer to her until his painful erection brushed her pubic hair. He closed his eyes to the sensation before opening them to watch her suck on his fingers.
“Can I have my fingers, sweetheart. I promise to give them back,” Booth said softly. When Drusilla released his fingers, he reached down, lined up his cock with her entrance and thrust forward. He buried his face against her neck. He groaned as her slick sheath enveloped him. He could feel Angel’s length against the thin membrane and had to stop himself from coming right then.
Seeley regained his composure just in time to see Drusilla’s demon. It was like Spike’s and Angel’s earlier when they argued. But, hers was different in many ways. Fascinated even more, he reached up and carefully touched the prominent bones and wrinkles. When he rubbed the wrinkles, she purred.
As Spike and Angel moved them together, Booth concentrated on Drusilla’s responses to everything. Not that he was ever lax during sex before, but the vampiress utterly fascinated him. She wasn’t like anyone he knew. He ghosted his fingertips over her demon face and then ran his fingers across the fangs peeking out of her mouth. Watching with disembodied interest, he pushed the pad of his finger against a fang until it broke through the skin. The twinge of pain went straight to his dick and he thrust deeper inside her.
Drusilla took his finger into her mouth and licked the blood away, letting the curative properties of her saliva heal the small wound. Seeley watched her with lidded eyes and then drew closer to kiss her. Knowing Angel wouldn’t appreciate it; she let her demon recede and kissed the agent back.
Seeley gave a sound of disappointment when he felt her shift back to her human guise. He grabbed her waist above Angel’s hands and bucked against her more forcefully. Spike caught onto the change and matched it, making Seeley groan and push back onto him.
This whole scenario was foreign to Seeley. If asked, he couldn’t describe it. It was awkward, hot and arousing all at once. Spike was thumping against something inside him that heighten his excitement, Drusilla was contracting around his dick and he could feel Angel moving faster through the thin barrier, and it teasingly stroked the underside of his cock.
“Daddy!” Drusilla cried out as she convulsed tightly around Seeley.
He was about to answer her again and bit his tongue. He really had to stop that. Angel was her Daddy, yet, Seeley wanted to respond to her. Oh, yeah, his life had taken on a whole new level of strangeness. He came into this job sane. The way things were going, he wasn’t going to be leaving it that way.
Spike heard Drusilla coming and sped up his motions, thrusting harder into Booth to catch up with her. Between the two of them, Booth buried his hand in Drusilla’s hair and nuzzled against her neck and shoulder. Then, he felt Angel pulsate through the thin wall, then Spike came and Seeley growled humanly against Drusilla when he came.
Spike pulled away from Booth, turned over and reached down for his pants on the floor. He searched the pockets for his cigarettes. Finding them, he pulled one out, lit it and tossed the pack on the table.
“I haven’t done that since Darla was with us,” he said as he inhaled and held it a moment before exhaling. A pillow went sailing across the bed toward Spike, but he blocked it.
“Great way to cheapen the moment,” Angel growled. “Bring Darla into it.” He sat up and glared at his childe. “Don’t have to worry about my soul with you around. You have this knack for ruining post-coital bliss.”
“Good on me then. I wouldn’t want Agent Booth here to meet the homicidal side of you,” Spike commented dryly.
Angel scented a faint odor of human blood. He looked at Booth as the agent propped himself up. “Seeley, you okay? I can smell blood.” He eyed him suspiciously, looking for any teeth marks. “Drusilla, where did you bite him?”
“I didn’t bite him, Daddy! I swear!” Drusilla said in a little girl voice.
“Then, why the hell do I smell human blood?” Angel asked angrily.
Booth held up his hands in a placating gesture. “She didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”
Angel stared at the human disbelievingly. “You let her bite you? Are you insane?”
“No. I just pricked my finger on her fangs,” Seeley replied.
“Oh great, just what we need, a reenactment of fairy tales,” Spike said rolling his eyes.
“You’re human. You don’t let vampires drink you!” Angel said through gritted teeth.
“What’s a little pain for pleasure?” Seeley asked.
Spike chuckled. “He’s a human replica of you, Angel! Even likes pain as much as you do.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not letting him make the same mistake I did. My curiosity allowed Darla to turn me. He may be family, but he’s staying as a human!” Angel said as he reached for his pants and put them on.
Seeley extracted himself from Spike and Drusilla and put his clothes on. “I can think for myself you know. I survived in the army as a sniper. I think I can decide whether or not to let Drusilla do what she did.”
“You just said she didn’t do anything,” Angel countered.
“I said she didn’t do anything I didn’t want. She didn’t bite me. I pricked my finger on her fangs and let her taste the blood. She healed it,” Seeley explained as he held up the finger to show Angel there was no wound.
“You let her drink you. That was a fool thing to do. She’s a soulless vampire. How do you know she would stop?” Angel asked; his brow furrowed in anger.
“It was a risk I took,” Booth said as he buttoned his shirt and tucked it into his pants. “My whole fucking job is a risk. I’m an FBI agent. I’m in danger every day.”
“It was an unnecessary risk. Drusilla could have killed you!” Angel snapped.
“You and Spike were here. You could have intervened if it got any worse,” Booth said.
Angel threw his hands up in frustration. Seeley was acting like William. So bent on being a part of everything, he didn’t realize the dangers to himself. Angel combed his fingers through his hair and brooded as he paced. How the hell did this even start?
“Spike!” Angel rounded on the blonde vampire. “This is all you’re fault.”
“What did I do?” Spike asked innocently.
“If you had any sense and weren’t so bent on fucking Dru, none of this would have happened,” Angel clenched his teeth in frustration as he paced.
“Didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago,” Spike groused.
“That was before I found out she bit Seeley!” Angel yelled.
“Don’t take it out on him. It was between Drusilla and me. For the last time, she didn’t bite me! It was me. I’m the one that did it,” Seeley said.
“You didn’t know any better,” Angel growled and motioned to Spike and Drusilla. “They do!”
“Oh, for the love of God, nothing happened!” Seeley shouted. Then, he got quiet. He rarely raised his voice. It sounded like a canon had gone off in his ears.
Angel continued to pace. He was there, but all he could remember of the blurred act was the feeling of Drusilla around him and Seeley’s dick through the thin, fleshy wall. Nothing registered in his brain past the sensations. He turned to face his companions.
“I don’t know if it will, but if this . . . thing . . . is going to happen again, there will be no more biting. I may be the CEO of this godforsaken law firm, but I’m not going to be party to the possible death of an FBI agent and certainly not one who’s part of my bloodline, however fucked up it may be,” Angel said apprehensively.
“Business as usual then,” Spike commented as he pulled his pants on, turning to help Drusilla out of bed.