Title: Sirocco

A Darla/Angelus Fanfiction
by Mistress Ace (rosewood@inreach.com) & Prophecy (prophecy_gurl@yahoo.com)

Rated 'R' for language & sex

DISCLAIMER: This story is not in any way intended to infringe on copyrights held by Joss Whedon etc.
FEEDBACK: Send to both authors, please! It's been a while since we let these two wreak some havoc.
NOTES: Definition: Sirocco - a desert wind. This one's set some time after season 2 of Angel, and explores the change in Angelus & Darla's relationship.
DISTRIBUTION: FINNatics, Angelus/Darla lists, anyone else, just ask.

Happy Birthday Jenfr! Your reception and love of 'Whirlwind' was a source of joy to both of us.

* "Believe it. - We can have the whirlwind back."
Angel - 'Darla'

"Well, well, well... Look what the cat drug in," Darla stood in the doorway, lips pursed, arms folded as she took in the sight of her wayward childe. Maybe he wasn't exactly the last person she wanted to see, but he was on her top ten list.

Angelus turned around slowly and smiled at his sire, "It was a big cat... Kept me busy for a while... You look well, Darla."

"I am well... Very well," she said simply, trying to repress the bitterness that surfaced at the sight of him due to their last meeting. "You look the same as ever, my boy."

"Only one difference this time, sire." Angelus moved forward until they were standing only inches apart, "No pesky soul..."

She arched an eyebrow. "Give me one reason why I should give a damn? You were more of a callous bastard _with_ a soul than without.."

"Well... with a soul, I couldn't love you. Without one, I can." Angelus ran one finger up her arm, circling her like the supreme predator that he was. "Angel's a fool. He seeks to hurt you because he hates what you bring out in him. I don't..."

Darla chuckled, "Never let it be said that you don't know exactly what to say... what I want to hear..." she smirked, amused - both at his words and her instinctive reaction to them.

"Remember, Darla... I know you." That finger rose higher, skirting up over her shoulder as he stopped behind her. "You taught me..."

She turned her head, and snapped her teeth in the general direction of his hand. "Angel, if you're playing games with me, believe me that the consequences will not be pretty..."

"No games, my love... No games." Angelus dipped his head down to nuzzle her throat. "I'm back..."

"I've waited a hundred years and more to hear that..." she smiled slowly, swinging her soft blonde hair from her neck.

"Mmmm..." His mouth trailed over her skin, fangs descending as he took in her scent. "I'll make sure you hear it a great deal then."

"Sounds.... good," she glanced up at him, a smirk playing across her lips. "Grandsire."

"Nothing like keeping it in the family." His teeth followed where his mouth had been, lightly scoring the delicate skin.

Darla shivered, biting down on her lower lip. She reached behind her, running her hand down his leg. "Nothing like it at all..."

Angelus smiled, enjoying the pleasure of her light touch. His fingers found the zipper of her dress and coaxed it downward. "I'm feeling very... paternal right now."

"Shouldn't you ask my Sire first?" she laughed softly, leaning back into his hands.

"Your Sire is my childe... And Dru has never refused anything that Daddy wants." Angelus pulled her up against him. "And *Daddy* wants you..."

Darla ground her hips back against his in slow circles. "You're enjoying this role-reversal, aren't you, Angelus?"

Angelus chuckled, nipping at her ear. "Like you would not believe... And I plan on enjoying it for years to come."

"Do you now?" she turned her head, moving as if to kiss him, but nipping his jaw instead. "I suppose this means it's my turn to be a rebellious little shit?" she laughed.

"You can try." His mouth found hers and he turned her in his arms while they kissed.

Her hands slid under his shirt, pushing her luck a little. "Alright... I admit it, Angelus..." she sighed theatrically.

"What do you admit, Darla?" He slipped the shoulders of her dress down her arms. "Tell me?"

"I did miss you," she shrugged the dress down, assisting him, before going for his belt-buckle.

"Good... Hate to think you didn't." He raised his hands, letting her do whatever she wanted. After a moment, Angelus stepped out of his pants that were pooled around his ankles.

Darla took a step back from him and smirked. "Now what?" she tried rather hard to look innocent and failed miserably.

Angelus swept her up into his arms, carrying her through the French Doors to his bedroom. "Now... bed."

A sudden surge of fear... Would he reject her? - "I'm not as strong as I was, Angelus..." she warned him, nipping at his throat.

"I'm strong enough for both of us, baby." Angelus laid her down on the bed. "If memory serves me right... Angel managed three times?"

She nodded, stretching languidly. "Yeah... three."

"Well... shall we try for six? I'm certainly better at this than soul boy." He nuzzled her throat again, fingers dancing along her ribs.

"He had a lot of pent-up crap..." she remarked. "Took a long time to work through that and get to the fun bits..." Darla wrestled Angelus onto his back, grinning mischievously and knowing he wouldn't likely
stay there for long. Passive was something her boy certainly wasn't...

"Let's go straight to the fun bits, shall we?" Angelus smiled up at her and stretched his hands above his head. He'd let her be on top.. for now. He liked watching her move.

Darla's small hands traced along his chest, letting her fingernails score the skin, leaving thin lines of blood in the wake of her touch. "Yes, let's," she remarked, almost idly licking her fingers.

Angelus growled at the sight and smell of his own blood on her hands. He reached up and pulled her down, piercing her throat with his fangs. The sound of his feeding filled the room.

She groaned throatily, almost overwhelmed by sensations from the delightfully none-too-gentle feeding. Angelus..." his name was on Darla's lips almost like a prayer... a prayer answered by something unholy. His only response was a grunt of pleasure before he released her.

His tongue stropped over the wound, slowly sealing it closed. It was an oddly tender gesture from him.

"Mmmm... I was wondering when you were going to do that," she smiled a little woozily.

"All you needed to do was ask." Angelus continued to kiss her neck, holding her close.

Darla shrugged a little, throat still bared for him. "You know me... I'd rather provoke than ask."

Angelus laughed then, that rich sound filling her ears and the large room. "You can be very provocative..." He turned his head, baring his throat to her and cradling the back of her head. This was an interesting shift in power.
"Drink..."

"Is that a request or an order?" she seemed to echo his thoughts, her tongue lightly grazing the skin above the dormant jugular vein.

"When was it ever a request with you?" Angelus waited, hand on the back of her neck. If she bit, everything would change.

A chuckle escaped her lips in full appreciation of the irony of the situation, before she slowly pressed her lips to his throat... taking her own sweet time before biting down. Shallow at first, a token gesture towards defiance.

"Harder..." The fingers in her hair tightened, he was growling again.

Never one to submit easily, Darla bit down only a whisper harder... not even close to what she knew he wanted... knowing they were setting precedents here...

The growling was getting louder. She'd always been a defiant wench which was why he loved her so much. "I guess you aren't hungry then..." Angelus started to push Darla away.

She rolled her eyes, expressing the thought that keeping her mouth pressed to his throat silenced otherwise - the games had resumed. Only this time with them cast in different roles.

As her fangs pierced deeper, Angelus wound his other arm around her waist. A soft rumbling sound filled the room, the demon within him was purring, very content for the moment.

Darla began to drink deeply, determined to take her fill before he decided to exercise his new power over her.

No other would she allow to have this kind of power over her - not again. She'd spent too many years of her life under the dominion of someone or other. Dru was a very lax sire, appreciating Darla's former status as 'grandmother'... Angelus on the other hand - well, he'd enjoy this..

He let her drink for a few more moment before he murmured, "That's enough." His sire, now his grand-childe retained enough of her natural defiance to continue for another mouthful or so but when he lifted her away, she allowed it.

"Why do I suspect that you'd have set things up like this a long time ago if you knew it were possible?" Darla's already red lips were further stained ruby with his blood. Her tongue darted out to catch the last droplets.

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Angelus' smile was devilish as his face transformed back to its human semblance.

She laughed again - truly happy for the first time since those gypsies had taken him from her. "Only you, Angelus. Don't start thinking to play games, passing me around. I won't stand for it..."

"I would never do that to you. That was your first sire's forte, remember? I'm not old bat-face." One hand crept between the two of them, encircling one of her breasts. "I'm your stallion... You will ride no one else."

"No one..." she echoed, eyes half-lidded as she leaned into his large hand. "I'm just so tired of being a pawn..." Darla admitted quietly to him.

"Never again. You're mine and I'm yours..." His tone was fiercely possessive and the kiss that followed it was as well.

Smiling, delighted, Darla pulled back only briefly from his kisses. "Promise me one more thing, Angelus?"

"What would that be, love?" One dark brow raised, matching corner of his mouth lifting as well in his so familiar smirk.

"Don't eat any more gypsies?" A brief but sincere frown creased her brow. "They're really not worth all that crap."

He laughed aloud, pulling her down for another kiss. When their mouths finally parted, Angelus gave her the promise she wanted. "No more gypsies. I swear..."

- finis