Wesley/Dru/Angel(?) 500 word drabble

[dawnie1970.livejournal.com]

Decided to do another drabble. Taking all the Whedonverse characters, putting them in a hat and taking a name out to see who gets to play with Wesley next. And the winner is…..Dru. Okay. Hmm..


Wesley awoke feeling thirsty, head throbbing. Where was he? “Goody, goody, my pretty pony is awake.” a sing-songy voice called from behind.

Wesley turned his head slowly, painfully. Druscilla. He remembered. She came screaming into the Hyperion, skin burned, angry and crazed, demanding to know where Angel was hiding. Wesley grabbed the stake in his desk, but she was preternaturally fast and pushed him to the floor, hitting him over the head with his desk lamp.

Now he was tied to a bed by his ankles and wrists. Naked. She drifted softly over to him, dark enticing eyes, writhing sensuality. “Ready to play?” she asked, face vamping.

Wesley struggled against the tight bonds. She straddled him gracefully, staring into his fear filled eyes. “Let mommy see what you desire.” she purred, her hypnotic gaze compelling him.

His thoughts were naked before her, like his body. Angel. Always Angel. Cool hands, soft lips, hard muscles, playful chuckle. Wesley arched his back, aroused despite his terror. Druscilla laughed. “Daddy is delicious.”

She slid him into her body, gasping and moaning. “Oooh, lovely. Don’t let Miss Edith see. Dollies shouldn’t watch their mommies ride ponies.” She undulated her hips. Wesley groaned, trying to ignore the erotic sensations racing through his body.

Druscilla fixed him with her gaze again. “Daddy. I’m Daddy.” she whispered. Wesley’s mind filled with images of Angel naked in the bed with him, touching and tasting every inch of his warm skin, murmuring endearments into Wesley’s forlorn heart. Wesley embraced the visions, wanting them to continue forever.

Druscilla screamed out suddenly, raking long nails down his chest, leaving stripes of blood. The pain brought Wesley crashing down to reality. He whimpered in fear and lust. She smiled through sharp teeth. “Good boy.” She leaned down, sinking her fangs into his throat, drinking deeply. The pain was blinding, immense; Wesley slid in blissful darkness.

Wesley stirred. Angel bent over him untying his hands, whispering. “You’re okay. You’ll be fine.” More hallucinations.

Wesley gave a half-smile. “I will be, now.” pulling Angel into a kiss, reaching to unfasten his pants and pull him down on top of him. “God Angel, I want you to fuck me.” he said desperately.

“Umm, Wesley, I think you might need a doctor. “ Angel said uncomfortably, untangling himself from Wesley’s naked body.

Wesley blinked hard. Not an illusion. It was really Angel, obviously here to rescue him. His cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Yes, well. Can you hand me my clothes?” he asked contritely, hands desperately trying to cover his painful erection.

Angel handed him his pants, looking carefully away. “Gunn tried to tranquilize Dru, but she got away. “ Angel hesitantly took Wesley’s arm and led him out to the GTX. Wesley leaned on him heavily, afraid of falling from exhaustion. Even though this had been a horrific experience, he was ashamed to realize that his mind would be evoking memories of the dreams Druscilla sent to him about Angel on more than one lonely night.

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[dawnie1970.livejournal.com]

No, thank you! This is a wonderful exercise/experience! I am fully loving it. *hugs*