Chapter 20

Ginny eased out of Spike’s arms, and he growled reflexively. “Shh, I’ll be back in a minute.” He fell back into sleep and cuddled closer to the warm body in the bed with him. She looked at the pretty picture they made for a moment, white blond against bleached white blond hair. Mmm. Even if this was further from any picture she’d envisioned of her future, it was right somehow. She looked for something to put on and settled for what Draco had used before – Spike’s duster. She fastened the belt around her waist and padded out in search of food. Any food. She was absolutely starving. Downstairs quietly, ears pricked for any noise and a frightened gasp escaped her mouth as a floorboard creaked behind her. She whirled around and only slightly relaxed. “Yes?” She snapped at the man in the glasses.

“Ah, hello.” British? One of her eyebrows went up delicately. “My name is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. And you would be?” Obviously too much of a gentleman to comment on the bedhair and the fact that she was naked under the cowhide. She giggled slightly, and then shook her head.

“Ginny. Ginny Weasley.” He shook her hand as she offered it to him. “I don’t suppose there’d be something to eat around here? Because I know Spike eats human food, but I don’t know about the souled one.”

“Souled one? Ah, Angel. I’m sure there’s something in the larder. If nothing else, there’s tea and coffee. I’ll show you to the kitchen.” Ginny walked after him as he led the way, and then he started looking through cupboards. “Well, it appears there’s some form of American pastry on the bench. I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?” Ginny nodded and sat down, feeling herself relaxing. He was so obviously willing to make her feel at home, and gentle. He reminded her of Charlie. She missed her brothers…a lot. And she couldn’t wait to introduce Spike to them. Although, explaining what was going on might take a bit of quick footwork in order to have Spike not become a pillar of flame. She nibbled on a chocolate doughnut and watched him move around the kitchen, getting mugs out. “How do you like your tea?”

“Two sugars and milk, please.” He nodded and went about preparing the cup for her. “Thanks.” She took the warm mug off him and sipped from it.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, and she looked up, searching his eyes for something but not finding it. No judgement, no condemnation, just genuine concern for a girl he’d never seen before and would probably never see again.

“Tired, a bit dehydrated but fine. Really.” She finished off the last bite from the doughnut and licked at her fingers, deciding that if she got chocolate icing on Spike’s duster he’d be rather angry. “S’my choice, more or less.”

“More or less?”

“Prophecy. Sodding bitches of things they are, oh yes. Azrael!” Ginny cried in delight as her cat leapt into her lap. “Watch the cup of hot tea, cat.”

“So, that lovely cat is yours?”

“Oh yes. And aren’t you just the most gorgeous cat in all dimensions? You are!” Azrael purred and licked her face. “So, yeah. Mine. And part of the prophecy too. My Guardian of the Night, Guardian of Demons upstairs asleep with the Dragon Prince. I do think you picked up on the subtext?” She flashed a sly glance at him from under her lashes. Wesley coughed politely.

“I think you would have to be blind not to.”

“There is that. Me and Draco always skirted around it when we at school, flirted and stuff but that was just to piss my brother off.” Ginny laughed and shook her head. “Amazing, isn’t it what mind numbing pain can do to make you grow up?”

“Quite.”

“So. This is probably the one future I didn’t see. And I am very not looking forward to explaining it to my parents.” Ginny sighed and sipped on her tea, eyes staring blankly ahead.

“Do you want to talk to me about it? I’m not very good at this counselling thing, but I am here and willing to listen,” Wesley offered gently. Ginny looked at him.

“You remind me of my brother Charlie, except you don’t have all the dragon fire burns and stuff…he works in Romania, at a dragon reserve. I haven’t seen him for ages…where to begin? Well, first of all you’d havta know about Voldemort, who I call Tom, and who is most commonly referred to as the Dark Lord or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Easiest to start eighteen years and a bit ago…” Ginny concentrated on her tea and didn’t look at Wesley as she talked herself hoarse. He just listened, lifting his eyebrows occasionally but wisely not interrupting as she told him about diaries, Malfoys, Hogwarts, basilisks, Harry, her family, her House, ghosts of the mind and reality, of things she usually left unsaid, of things she’d done and said and thought, about Azrael, about her Slytherin friends, and even some of the prophecy. He listened, made more tea when she ran out, and warned Angel and Cordelia off with his eyes as she poured it out.

~*~*~*~

Draco woke up in the bed upstairs and groped reflexively for Ginny’s warm body. Nup. Only the dead one, then Spike stirred and opened his eyes. “You know, the whole actually dead thing is going to take a while to get used to,” Draco said, then yawned. Spike chuckled and wrapped his arms round him, licking lazily at his neck. Draco stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. A growl made its way up through Spike’s chest.

“It’s sodding later now. Tell me,” Spike commanded.

Draco nodded, and closed his eyes as he spoke of things he’d refused to face. The pain and agony of shocked betrayal for a boy with white blond hair and silver eyes. Screams in the night and red blood running across the white, white sheets. Things that Harry bloody Potter didn’t know about when the Dark Lord came back, and couldn’t face if he had. The brief tentative instant when the boy had tried to reach out and been knocked back. The camouflage of superiority when he knew it was all smoke and mirrors hiding himself from pain. A finding of comfort with others like himself, banding together against the cold and throwing their defiance in the teeth of the world that judged them without *ever* knowing what it was to be them. The struggle for perfection in a world that punished weakness with pain, and imperfection with more pain.

Spike listened and raged almost silently, except for the counterpoint of soft growling. Hurt what was his, would they? Break him almost past the point of mending, would they? Not bloody fucking likely! Not without paying for it. In exactly the same currency they’d given this one. Spike licked over his Claim mark again and felt Draco relax further. “Feel this? This means you’re *mine*, now and forever.” He sank his fangs into the bite, letting the pain not pain but pleasure flicker through Draco before pulling them out again and licking at the droplets of blood that welled to the surface. “Don’t go around placing my mark on everyone. Selective, that’s me.”

Draco laughed quietly. “That explains Ginny, but not me…”

“Oi, are you trying to tell me I’ve got bad taste?” Spike tried to joke his way out of it and smiled as Draco shook his head. “What say we go find our witch…who has left her clothes behind and pinched me flaming duster!” Spike said in astonishment as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and looked around. Draco snickered as he drew the long black pants on, stood up and stretched cat-like. “Not sodding funny! I’ve killed and shagged a lot of people in that coat. Bagged me second Slayer for it, too. Well that and the fact that I just wanted her to die.” Spike looked up indignantly as Draco continued to laugh softly, and growled at him.

“Oh, scary.” Draco slipped out of the door as Spike picked up one of his boots and threw it after him, purposefully hitting the doorframe instead of Draco’s head. Draco chuckled as he made his way down the stairs, stretching his arms over his head and sporting his infamous (at Hogwarts, anyway) ‘I just got laid, so ha you not having sex people’ smirk. He heard Ginny’s voice from the kitchen and made his way over to it, mentally saying ‘ah, fuck it’ as he heard another male voice. Thankfully not Angel’s, because it definitely sounded British. “Ginny?” He stepped into the kitchen and very carefully ignored the ‘tsk, tsk’ noises from the man with her. “You could’ve warned me that Spike looks and feels *really* dead when he’s asleep.’ Ginny giggled and he mock glared at her. “Not funny, Red.” Spike padded into the room, jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips.

“Sit and spin, mate,” Spike said as he lit up a cigarette. “And what do you mean by pinching me bleeding duster, ‘ey? S’mine, innit?”

Ginny wrapped it around herself, and grinned impishly at the two of them. “Long, warm, smells like you…” she breathed in the leather scent, “and really didn’t think you’d appreciate me walking around butt naked. My knickers are kind of ripped.” Spike’s eyes flared with amusement.

“Well, you can walk around naked for me anytime, but yeah. Not for public consumption.” He darted his tongue out and licked his lips. Ginny blushed, and he grinned; he was the Big Bad alright. “It’ll be night soon, so we can head out quick.”

“Ok.” Ginny nodded. Spike headed over to her and bent her backwards over the table she was sitting on, kissing her hungrily. “Mmph!”

”Oh, what was that, Red?” Draco said teasingly as Ginny clutched at Spike’s shoulders. Wesley made a kind of strangled sound and fled.

“I think you’ve been a very bad girl, Ginny,” Spike purred and started to bite down her neck. “Very, very naughty. Stealing my duster, and you’re not even wearing your collar. Not wearing any clothes.” Each word was accompanied by a slightly harder bite until he began to draw little trickles of blood, then he vamped out. Ginny was moaning and shuddering as he slowly, slowly built up her arousal. Draco was watching with lazy eyes as he ate something that could possibly be called a pastry, covered in icing sugar and oozing jam as it was, he was surprised to find something else in it. He started to lick his fingers and Spike’s head whipped up from the nearly insensible Ginny. “We need to get you a collar too. I’m thinking something in black leather. Very classic. What do you think?”

“Something not too ostentatious,” Draco said, amazed his voice was so steady as he gazed at Spike, who had his gameface on and Ginny’s blood on his lips.

“AHHHHHH!” A feminine scream that was *not* Ginny’s interrupted them and the two males swivelled their heads in shock to stare at a horrified Cordelia. Ginny snarled and grabbed Spike’s hair at the back and pulled his head back down towards her.

“Don’t *stop*!”

“We kinda have an audience, pet.”

“Don’t fucking care!” She wriggled on the table, pressing her pelvis against Spike’s. “Give her a fucking show, I don’t bloody care, just fuck me!”

“And aren’t you the bossy little bit? C’mon Draco.” Spike swept Ginny into his arms and advanced towards the stairs. Draco smirked and headed after Spike as Cordelia fainted in a heap.

“Shouldn’t we help her or something? We are nominally good, after all.”

“Ah, the poof can take care of the May Queen just fine,” Spike tossed back over his shoulder as they made their way up the stairs.

“Please, please, please…” Ginny’s eyes widened as he did something with his fingers. “Spike!” He dumped her on the bed and she bounced, legs spread wide as she panted rapidly, skin covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Draco looked at Spike, who gave him a go ahead gesture. He grinned and knelt down on the bed, tongue darting over her gently. “Dracooo, pleeeaseee,” Ginny whined. Draco nipped hard at the inner skin of her thigh and she yelped in shock then arched her hips off the bed. “Pleasepleaseplease!” She chanted. Draco decided to take pity on her and intensified his efforts. She came, hips arching off the bed again as she moaned loudly, vocalising her pleasure.

“Open your eyes, pet,” Spike crooned as he lay down on the bed next to Draco, who raised his hips obediently as Spike tugged at the waistband. “Time for a lesson.” Ginny opened her eyes dazedly. “Now, you have to sit there and watch us, and you’re not allowed to cum until I tell you.” Ginny nodded, eyes glazed. “As long as we understand each other, Pixie.” She nodded again. “This is a lesson, pet, so, watch carefully.” With that Spike grinned, pushed Draco down onto the bed and started nibbling and licking down his body.

“Ah, goddddd…” Draco moaned as Spike’s cool tongue tasted his skin. He opened his eyes again as Spike’s mouth engulfed him. “FUCK!” Spike smirked as Draco no doubt blessed the fact that Spike didn’t need to breathe.

“Paying attention, Ginny?” Spike asked. She nodded frantically, eyes wide as she squirmed around on the bedsheets, hands placed firmly under her bottom. Good. Draco groaned and drew Spike’s attention back to him.

“Oh god, Spike, Spiiiikkkee,” Draco whimpered before screaming hoarsely as a finger of Spike’s other hand made its way up into his ass. “FUCK!” His hips bucked on the bed and his head thrashed against the pillow as Spike nudged his prostate, and then being the evil vampire he was, Spike started to hum. “SPIIIKKEEE!” Draco yelled as he came, shuddering and panting, until he collapsed onto the bed. Spike drank down all that Draco gave him before licking the boy clean and sitting up on the bed, with a final swipe of his lips with his agile tongue

“Learning anything new, pet?”

“Yessss,” she whined, rocking back and forth on her hands.

“Learnt your lesson?”

“Huh?”

“No stealing my duster. No going places without your collar on, or your clothes unless I’m damn sure there’s nobody else there except for me and Draco.”

“Spike, please…”

“Come here, pet.” She scrambled over the bed, cute little arse high in the air and he dragged her up for a kiss before placing her over his lap. “That wasn’t very nice, Pixie.” Ginny wriggled on his lap, rubbing the denim of his jeans against his hardness. Draco was starting to look with definite interest at the scene playing out in front of him. Spike raised his hand and brought it down with a hard smack on Ginny’s bottom. She yelped and wriggled harder. “Uh uh, pet.” He smacked her ass again and admired the red handprint that came up against the lovely ivory white colour of her skin. Both of them had the fairest skin…almost vampiric except he could sense the blood flowing under it. He shifted his knees so her ass hung over the bed and she squirmed, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“Spiikkeee…”

“You’re a bad, bad girl, you know that?” SMACK! Ginny’s hips bucked and she cried out. Not all pain there, either, Spike thought gleefully. Spike raised his hand again, careful not to hit her so hard. They *did* have a long trip ahead of them, and she’d whine on the way back if she couldn’t sit down. He brought it down on her ass, and she bit down on her lip. It hurt, but in a good way. And she was so hot…and he was cool, even through the denim where she’d been lying on him. She was on fire, and if he didn’t do something about it soon, she was gonna start begging, in the most humiliating way. Oh, fuck that, the thought skittered through her lust-hazed mind. Who cares about humiliation at this point? He’s *spanking* you for Christ’s sake! SMACK! She thrust her ass upwards into his hand and he ran his cool palm over her overheated skin. “Are you going to be a good girl now, pet?”

“Yes, Spike…”

SMACK! “Wrong answer, pet.”

Ginny wracked her mind for what answer he could want. Oh yes. Vampire male, obviously very into domination…made the answer almost absurdly easy then. “Yes, master…”

“Good girl.” Spike drew her up and kissed her hungrily before taking his jeans off. He slammed into her hard, licking over her breasts as she clawed at his back, arching underneath him. She wailed his name as she climaxed and he bit down with a roar as she drew his own orgasm out of his tightly strung body.

“Gngh.” He buried his face in her breasts and licked lazily at the bitemark he’d left.

“Hmmm?”

“Mmph.” Draco snickered at Ginny’s non-English vocalizations and she turned her head slightly to look at him. “Fuck. Off.” She let her head drop back down. He chuckled.

“What, you can speak?”

“Fuck off.”

“Obviously you can. Spike, you’re slipping up if she can speak this soon after two orgasms in rapid succession.”

“Duster, pocket, her collar.” Spike moved his head to tell Draco, who nodded and padded over to the duster and starting to riffle through the pockets. He brought it back to the bed as he sat cross-legged and continued to hunt through the pockets. “You’re very loud, pet.”

“Mmph.” Ginny stared up at the ceiling, very aware of the cool body blanketing her own. Spike chuckled and rolled off her. “Hey…come back…”

“In a minute, luv. Thanks, blondie.” Spike took the collar off Draco and slipped it around Ginny’s neck, shutting the padlock closed. “I want to get a collar for you before we go back.”

“Fine.” Draco nodded and laid himself out on the bed next to Ginny, head pillowed on her chest as he closed her eyes.

“You two sleep, and I’ll pop out for a bit and get some things.” Spike’s only answer was the sound of their drowsy heartbeats. Well, to be fair, he had been drinking quite a bit and doughnuts wouldn’t go far with a teenage metabolism. They’d be starving when they woke up. Spike pulled his clothes on and headed downstairs, to encounter a very lovely argument.

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