Chapter 19

Ginny tumbled into the bed and writhed against the covers as Spike stood over her and laughed softly. “Spiiikee,” she whined. Spike pushed Draco into the bed next to her and crawled in beside them, kicking his boots off to land on the floor with a muffled thud. Draco was wiped out, just laying there as she wriggled around and tugged his shoes off. “You know, never really thought this was where I’d end up when I went tripping,” she said conversationally. Draco half-growled at her, and she shrugged. “Well, just saying…”

“What?” Spike drew her up against him and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss. She whimpered into his mouth and she started trying to take his shirt off. He decided to oblige her and leant back enough so he could do it, and then grinned at her whine of disappointment when their mouths got disconnected.

“We all have way too many clothes on,” Ginny panted. Draco laughed as he started to get rid of his own.

“Let me, luv,” Spike whispered and drew the t-shirt over her head tenderly. “Beautiful…”

“I’d havta agree to that statement,” Draco said softly as he actually managed to sit up in bed, naked except for a pair of loose black pants. Spike’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the silvery scars that decorated Draco’s body like a form of abstract art. Spike growled under his breath, and Ginny gasped as his hands tightened slightly.

“Sorry, pet,” Spike said apologetically as he soothed away the angry red patches. She purred under his hands and pressed upwards into it. “Lie down, luv.” She lay down, putting her head on Draco’s legs and watching him curiously. Spike grinned at her and then started to kiss down her body, tongue pausing to lave at her now erect nipples, bringing little whimpering breaths from her lips. Draco bit down on his lip as Spike kept going. Spike nipped at the skin near her bellybutton, and she arched upwards as he got near to the top of her jeans.

“Please, oh god, please…” Spike grinned, his face hidden against her skin at her babbling. He hadn’t barely done anything yet, and already she was trembling like she had a fever. He slowly, slowly slid the pants down her hips and she leant upwards to help him. He spared a glance upwards for Draco, and he could see that the boy’s jaw was set as solid as a rock as Ginny thrashed her head around on his leg and moaned nonsense. He tossed the jeans onto the floor and started licking lazily up her leg. The muscles jumped and quivered under his tongue and her hand started to slip down to her panties.

“Oi, none of that,” Spike grinned as he slapped her hand away gently. “Dragon, take her bra off.” The relief in Draco’s eyes at being able to *do* something was almost funny as he leant forward and unclasped Ginny’s bra, throwing it out of the way. Ginny’s hands massaged her nipples and she was droning a long continuous moan. Draco slithered around till he was lying next to Spike but with his head higher and moved one of Ginny’s hands out of the way before attaching his mouth to her breast and suckling like a child. Ginny started to thrash a bit more vehemently as Spike pressed his mouth over the cloth of her knickers and sucked hard. She arched her back and screamed their names, coming down in a quivering wreck that just lay there and whimpered a bit. “Isn’t she pretty like that?” Spike said to Draco as he leant on his elbow and looked down at his handiwork. Spike licked his lips absently, then put a bit more effort into it when he realised what he was tasting.

“She looks pretty all the time,” Draco said, laying his head against her breasts.

“Yeah…true that.” Spike crawled up the bed, and licked gently at Ginny’s Claim mark. “So. How do this work between the two of us blokes then?” He quirked an eyebrow at Draco as Ginny’s eyelids fluttered. Draco looked troubled for a minute, then leant over and kissed Spike.

“However it goes. Never really thought I’d do this again…at least not when I wanted it.” Spike’s eyes flashed with anger.

“Who?” He growled. Draco shook his head; aged look in his pale blue eyes.

“Doesn’t matter now.”

“Sodding well does matter!”

“Later.” Draco looked at Spike with pleading eyes and Spike nodded slowly.

“Later then. But I want to hear it all. *Everything*. What happened to you, and to the rest of those poor bastards you two call friends,” Spike said seriously. Draco dipped his head in acquiescence. “Now, where we were?” Spike mock-growled and pulled Draco over. Ginny laid underneath the two of them, still mostly wiped out. The two blonds kissed, tongues duelling and Draco moaned into Spike’s mouth. Ginny squirmed, and Spike glanced down. “Feeling neglected, pet?”

“Yeessss…” she whined as his hand cupped her breast.

“Well, we’d havta do something about that then. Lift your hips, pet.” Ginny complied eagerly and Spike skinned her knickers down her legs and dropped them onto the floor. “Now, this will hurt a bit, luv, but trust me to make it good for you?”

“Spiiikkkeee…” she moaned. Spike grinned. Good to see he hadn’t lost his touch at turning a female into a sobbing shuddering post-orgasmic mass in less then ten minutes. “Just shut up and fuck me, already!” Spike looked up at Draco.

“Be a love and go find if the poof has something to use for lube, dragon. If not, glovebox of my car, should be some.” Draco nodded and slithered off the bed while Spike got back to the *fun* side of Claiming a virgin. Not that the blood wasn’t good too, but this was just *fun*.

~*~*~*~

Draco shrugged on Spike’s duster and headed out into the corridor warily. He could hear voices from downstairs. He hadn’t found anything, and he sure as hell wasn’t asking Angel if he had some. As Ginny said, too much like Harry. A vampiric older version, but the soul deep eyes and expression of bloody stupid nobility were the same. He stomped down the stairs, glared at the lot of them, and crossed his arms. “Are there problems?”

“No, Draco,” Angel sighed.

“Yes, there are problems!” Some woman with short brown hair said angrily.

The corner of Draco’s mouth twitched in amusement. “Well, can we get them out of the way so I can go back to bed?”

“What are you doing down here anyway?” Angel asked. Draco smirked.

“Lube,” he said shortly and headed towards the door. “Surprise, surprise, you don’t have any or even something that could do in a pinch. Since Spike is very busily engaged in making Ginny scream to high heaven, he told me to get the tube he had in the glovebox of his car.”

“Ah.” Angel nodded, eyes a bit wide.

“And you’re fine with this, Angel?” Bitchy said again. Draco stiffened at the doorway, and turned to face her. “Spike’s a monster!”

“So’s the guy with brown hair you’re berating at the moment,” Draco pointed out as he leaned against the doorframe.

“But he has a soul! That makes it different,” she said smugly. A strange smiled curved Draco’s lips, and then he started to laugh.

“Oh, excuse me? A soul makes it all different, does it? Fine. Fucking *fine*. I’ll remember that the next time my father is belting the shit out of me with his cane, or maybe the next time I’m screaming as he whips the skin off my back. Because, he has a *soul*, right? And that makes it all so much better.” Draco hiccuped a laugh that wasn’t far off crying and spun on his heel to go out to Spike’s car and get what he had came for. He tapped the cardoor with his wand and it swung open as he leant inside to rummage in the glovebox. Lube. Got it. He stalked back inside, willing back the hot angry tears that he knew lurked just behind his eyelids, waiting for the one word, the one look to bring the house of cards his life was crashing down. Head high, look proud and disdainful…one of his father’s lessons he’d learnt well.

“Draco…” Angel murmured.

“Fuck off,” Draco spat and then Angel reached out and slid Spike’s duster off his shoulders. “Hey!” Draco spun around, angry beyond all reason. “There’s a reason I was *wearing* that, you bastard! Mostly to avert that fucking useless expression of pity I see before me now. Don’t you pity me. Don’t you fucking *dare* pity me.” Draco’s shoulders shook with repressed rage as he kept himself from flying at the brunette and ripping him apart with his bare hands. “Fine. I just hope you realise when Spike rips you apart, I’m gonna stand there, pointing and laughing. And then I’ll help.”

“What are the people in your dimension like?” Angel said wonderingly as Draco stalked forward and ripped Spike’s duster out of his suddenly nerveless hands.

“As far as I can tell from the news reports, not unlike the ones here. Thank you *so* much for exposing my scars to the world. See, the soul doesn’t make a difference. He’s still a bastard, *with* soul.” Draco shrugged it on, eyes glaring so hard that Angel knew if there was a stake handy, he’d be dust by now. “You’re lucky I have restraint, vampire. It does *not* pay to piss off a wizard, especially one whose last name is Malfoy. Suffice to say, people back home fear us for very good reason. You’re just a legend there, who’s dust. We *are* the reality of evil back there.” Draco straightened his shoulders and glared around. “I must give you some sort of respect, as the Sire of my Claimer but otherwise…you get nothing and I can’t wait to leave you like a Kansas song…dust in the wind.” Draco smiled nastily and sauntered over to the stairs, duster snapping around his ankles.

“That was a bad thing, Angel,” Cordelia said solemnly.

~*~*~*~

Draco stormed back into the room, tears finally making their way out of his eyes and tossed the tube to Spike. “Lube.”

“What happened, Draco?” Ginny asked as she sat up, dislodging Spike’s head from her chest where they’d been basking in the afterglow. She tugged him down onto the bed and wrapped her arms around him.

“Goddamn motherfucking bastard…” Draco mumbled into the curve of her neck. “Can we forget it?” Spike looked down on the two children in the bed and wished that there was something he could do to fix them. Though, they probably wouldn’t be as much fun then. Obviously, the poof had said or done something that put his bloody great foot in it…nice to see something’s didn’t change with time. But when he put the boot through something that was Spike’s…he’d make ‘im pay. And this time, he even had tradition on his side, because these two belonged to him now. They were his. He almost purred at the thought.

“It was peaches, wasn’t it?” Draco nodded as Spike pulled him up into his cold arms. They all lay there for a moment, Draco still clothed in Spike’s duster and the long black pants he’d never actually managed to take off yet, tangled up together as Draco did something he hadn’t done for a very long time. He cried. Ginny whispered soothing nonsense to him as Draco choked out hoarse, soul breaking sobs and Spike fumed silently, still running his hands over Draco’s back. Sod this. Ginny caught Spike’s eye, obviously asking for permission and Spike nodded. Why the hell not? After all, he’d played with Dru… Ginny kissed Draco, slowly, sweetly, tongue lapping at his lips and licking away the tears. Draco stopped sobbing and started kissing, moving up on the bed. Oh, yeah, this one knew what he was about. Spike grinned as he skinned the boy’s trousers off him. He got a slightly confused look from Draco before the boy returned to, as Spike knew, the very pleasant task of kissing Ginny senseless. Spike very carefully drew the duster off Draco’s shoulders, and Draco tensed before letting him. But when Spike found out who’d drawn all over his skin with a careless hand, leaving scars behind, the vampire was gonna skin them alive.

Draco moaned into Ginny’s mouth as Spike started licking down his back. He arched up into it and Ginny sighed as he broke off for air. “God…” Spike chuckled against the sensitive skin of his back and Draco felt ripples spread out from it. Ah god…Cool tongue lapping down his back and warm mouth nibbling at his nipple. Draco moaned at the conflicting sensations, then stiffened in surprise as Spike drew his tongue around the small of Draco’s back, and then thrust it inside. “Oh, *fuck*…”

“I think that’s the general idea, yes,” Ginny said and looked up into Draco’s face. He couldn’t even answer her as Spike continued to use his tongue skilfully. He just whimpered slightly, and then moaned loudly as she guided him inside herself. When the tongue was replaced with two slicked up fingers, scissoring and stretching him wider, he couldn’t decide whether to thrust forward into her heat or backwards onto the cool teasing fingers. He froze for a moment, head flung back as he panted rapidly, overwhelmed by sensation and then his hips were pushed forward making the decision for him.

Spike grinned as he listened to the two of them. Oh yes. This was the fun part of this whole gig. He was glad though that the boy had decided to let him do this. Let him *have* him, in all senses of the word. Cos, the wizard really did have a nice little arse. Nice eyes. Nice arms, generally nice all round, actually. Spike decided that since he’d heard Ginny scream once already, he *really* wanted to hear Draco do it too. He slowly took his fingers out of Draco and the boy growled at him. Oh. Surprise. *Good* surprise. Spike smirked. He’d picked good, even if it really wasn’t picking and more prophecy…sod it. This was not the time for those types of thoughts. This was the time for thinking up wickedly evil things to make your lovers scream…in a good way. Spike resisted the urge to just slam into Draco and eased his way in, eyes nearly crossing as the boy’s muscles clamped around him. God, he was *tight*.

The three of them fell into a rhythm, hot and wild and somehow exactly what they’d all been lacking. It didn’t make sense to any one of them, but there it was…that sense of coming home as Ginny screamed out Draco’s name, Draco threw his head back and yelled hoarsely, Spike growled and sunk his teeth into Draco’s shoulder and they all collapsed into a tangle of limbs and sweat on the bed. Spike growled possessively and licked at the blood still trickling out of Draco’s shoulder from his bite.

Draco drew in a shuddering breath. “Well…that was wow.”

“Only you could make that sentence work,” Ginny said breathlessly. Spike and Draco rolled off her and she sighed and then snuggled up to them. “Cold now. Blankets?”

“Sure pet,” Spike drawled and drew up the ones they’d kicked down to the end of bed and drew them up over the three of them. He lay in between them, Ginny’s head curled up against his chest and Draco’s lying against his arm, feeling warm, actually warm, for the first time in over a hundred years. Two heartbeats beating lazily against his skin, the smell of sex and blood perfuming the air…he felt pretty damn good. He grinned, and nuzzled the top of Ginny’s head. “So, how was it, luv?”

“Good.”

“Just good?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic, ok? Be quiet, let me sleep now. Shag more later.” Ginny yawned and Spike smirked at her reply.

“Mmm. Quite,” Draco drawled, and then his tone became more serious. “Thank you.”

“For what, blondie?”

“For showing me what it should have been.” Spike’s unbeating heart clenched tight within his chest at Draco’s softly spoken words, shadowed with an old pain. “Don’t pity me for it, or I will sodding leave.” Despite his words, Draco made no move to get up.

“How could we? As long as you don’t pity us.” Spike sent up a prayer to the god he no longer believed in when Ginny smoothed it all over.

“So, what’s the plan, pets?”

“Mmm.” Ginny appeared to think about it. “Sleep.” She bit at his nipple and Spike sucked in a surprised breath. “Shag.”

“Annoy the ever living hell out of the idiots downstairs.”

“Flaunt our bites. Have a low top, Draco?”

“Fuck that, I’ll just wear my pants and nothing else. They’ve already seen the scars when Angel decided to test the truth of my words about my father. Fuck, he just made me so angry. He’s lucky he isn’t a Kansas song right now.”

“Memo to self; slap Angel across the face as hard as possible,” Ginny said thoughtfully. “Ours, now. No one hurts what’s mine.”

“Too right, Pixie.”

“Pixie?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, ok then.” Spike heard her yawn again and listened to their heartbeats slow down as they fell asleep. Love’s bitch. When wasn’t he?

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