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08 December 2007 @ 11:40 pm
Fic: Never Alone (Dru/Dean) NC-17  
Title: Never Alone
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 966
Series: We Are For The Dark
Summary: While Spike takes Sam out to feed, Dru teaches Dean something completely different.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for tamingthemuse. Prompt: crawl.

It's been forever since I've written anything even remotely smutty it seems so here's hoping this worked out.

Previous Parts

Originally, Spike hadn’t been too sure about leaving Dean with Dru. He knew what that meant because there’d been a time when Angelus and Darla had gone out to feed and he’d been the one left with Dru. And damn if he wanted to share.

Spike had always been lousy at sharing.

Dru had fixed that by pointing out that their family would be different from their old one. “You’re Daddy now, my pet. Things will be different now.”

This had led to the realization that just because it was all he’d known before, it didn’t mean that Spike had to be like Angelus. He wasn’t going to fuck with Dean or Sam’s head when it came to Dru. He’d laid down the rules and Dean hadn’t had any arguments. Sam had paused, thinking about it before nodding. The fact that Spike hadn’t tried to force agreement from anyone had said more than anything else at that point.

All this had led to Spike taking Sam out for his first hunt and leaving Dean and Dru to themselves for the night.

Now Dru smiled as she stared at Dean. “A warrior,” she murmured. He tilted his head, his mouth tilting up in a half smile. “Isn’t that what you are? A warrior, a protector.” She moved closer. “No need to worry now though.”

“Why would I worry?” Dean asked, shifting so that he was facing Dru fully.

Her smile was knowing. “You’re not alone, pet. Never will be, not ever again.”

Dean didn’t know what to say to that. Hell, he didn’t know what he could say that wouldn’t sound like it was straight off a Hallmark card. Instead, he reached out and pulled her closer, a question in his eyes that she answered by gripping his hips and pressing against him.

It was all the answer he needed and he jerked her up before moving back. Her delighted laughter moved through him, letting him know what she liked the same way her soft moan did when he slid her skirt up and over her waist before trailing a finger along her upper thigh.

Her nails ripped into his skin as she yanked his shirt up and over his head. The scent of blood filled the air and Dean groaned as he grew harder, his fingers tearing at the laces holding the top of Dru’s dress together.

“Did you know,” she whispered, “that I can make pain and pleasure into one? They bleed together you see until you’re willing to do anything for just another taste. Runs all over you, red and more red, and you forget your heart doesn’t beat.”

Anticipation was heavy in the air as he listened to her words. It beat against him, crawled over his skin until he was sure he’d lose the control he’d always prided himself on. He could feel the need rushing through him, screaming yes to everything she said.

He stared down at her, eyes glinting in the light, and tightened his grip on the material of her dress until it gave, falling to the floor.

The sound she made at that had him groaning and grinning at the same time. Her hands reached down and shoved at his jeans. She growled against his mouth as her hand slid inside until she could grip him in her hand. His hips jerked as she smiled.

“So pretty when you want to beg, pet.” Her smile widened as she guided him inside her, lifting her legs so that they wrapped around his waist, holding him against her.

“Dru.” Dean let out an unneeded breath as he pulled back. “Dru,” he repeated.

Her touch gentled and he shuddered, the raging need calming at her touch. “Now.”

He began to move, his thrusts slow at first as if he was trying to savor the sensation of Dru’s skin against his. Their movements began to pick up speed and the touches that had been gentle became rough once more. Bruises that would be gone after a few hours blossomed on pale skin and the only sound in the room were the low moans of pleasure drawn out with each thrust.

Dean gasped as he felt the need for something he couldn’t identify rose up in him. He was close, so fucking close he could feel it in every inch of his body but he couldn’t get there.

Dru lifted her gaze, eyes dark and knowing, and tilted her head to the side. “Take what you need,” she told him, voice oddly calm at the moment.

He didn’t hesitate, just bent his head and bit down as he realized his face had shifted without his knowledge. The taste of her blood, thick and sweet, filled him and his hips jerked as her muscles clenched around him as she clawed at his neck, lapping at the blood that ran down his neck. He groaned, thrusting into her one more time as he came.

He lifted his head and stepped back a bit so that he could pull out of her. Even as she growled, he slid his fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. Her head fell back as he thrust his fingers into her, lowering his head to close his mouth over her breast. Instinctively, he bit down and was rewarded as Dru moaned, body tensing as she came.

Neither of them moved as they began to calm themselves. Dean gently set Dru on the ground, hands on her hips to hold her steady. His face softened as he brushed her hair away from her face.

He shifted, for once completely unsure of what he was supposed to say. Dru smiled again and he knew that she understood.

“Come to bed,” was all she said. “We’ll make the stars sing again.”

Dean smiled.
Feeling: nervousnervous
Raven: PeterNikki = Hawtjaded_icy_rose on December 9th, 2007 08:20 am (UTC)
.......... *stares at my icon*

....that should explain it.

Jesus, woman! And you're telling me you're worried about it!? No reason to be! I need a cold shower.

Can I bow before an alter of your greatness?
Maz: Dovethismaz on December 9th, 2007 10:05 am (UTC)
Oh, I don't know what to think after that. Spike doesn't like sharing, made me worry, but that might not be what he lay down the law about...? *hopes*
Dru, however, knows exactly what she's doing. *g* And I am banking on the fact that she wants this family.
Very nice.
Nebula: evol is loveauthoressnebula on December 9th, 2007 01:56 pm (UTC)
.............Please to not let Spike come home and slay Dean, because that was pretty, and I would like some more, please.

Damn you. First Buffy/Dean, now Dru/Dean?


I heart you.

sparrow2000sparrow2000 on December 9th, 2007 03:46 pm (UTC)
Gulp. Hot!

Hmmm, now all we need is a foursome *g*
Kelly: Jossverse+Buffy+Spiketeagues_veil on December 9th, 2007 04:33 pm (UTC)
SQUEE! I just read all of these and they're MARVELOUS. LOVELOVELOVE! I adore how you write both Dru and Spike, and Sam is just too damn adorable! Your characterizations are really well done, very true to the shows. WONDERFUL. *flounces off*
I am weasel: beautifuldean by sterni75killerweasel on December 9th, 2007 07:10 pm (UTC)
I love this series. It's fantastic. :D
charlies_dragon: Jensen Acklescharlies_dragon on December 9th, 2007 11:07 pm (UTC)
This is OMG-I-need-a-shower-NOW worthy, and then I saw Sparrows idea of a foursome and I just about exploded. Please, by all that's holy and love-filled out there, let this be written by someone.

I really like this and will be back next week to read the next installment :D

Kateslayerkate on December 10th, 2007 12:26 am (UTC)