Summary: This started out as a PWP, however, as I moved through the series,
a plot emerged. A thin one, granted, but a plot nonetheless.
AUTHOR: Jypzrose
EMAIL: jypzrose@aol.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Buffy
SPOILERS: Set during season 2. Other than the time line, nothing happens
that was supposed to happen, i.e., Angelus.
DISCLAIMER: Alas, I own nothing
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*Her First Time*
Neither knew exactly how they had gotten in this position. At the moment,
neither cared.
Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer, moaned from her position against the brick wall,
as Spike’s, Slayer of slayers, tongue plundered her mouth. Her Slayer
senses were kicking into overdrive as she kissed the vampire. But she
was steadily ignoring it as his expert mouth left her and started trailing cool
wet kisses along her jaw. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her fingers
buried in his soft platinum hair. Her heart trilled at the potential danger
she was in, but if he was going to kill her, all she could think was
*What a way to die.*
His cool hands slid under her short skirt, his touch sending electric shocks
straight to her sex. Buffy moaned again as Spike gripped the curve of
her ass, lifting her off her feet and settling himself between her open thighs.
She felt the hardness of his erection straining against the rough material of
his jeans, and instinctively began to grind her heat against it.
He growled, deep in his chest before crushing her mouth in a bruising kiss.
He pushed on hand further underneath her, pushing her panties out of the way.
Buffy’s mind told her to stop him, but all thought ceased when one long, cool
finger slipped into her dripping channel. Spike almost came right then
at the feel of her tight heat wrapped around his finger. Using his body
weight and the hand buried in her crotch to hold her up, Spike’s other hand
slipped under her top, seeking her breast. The heat of her skin inflamed
him, threatening his already tenuous hold on his control.
He had come her to kill her. But now he had on hand full of her quim,
one filled with her breast, and her tongue was sliding against his. And
if the mewling noises she was making were any indication, he’d soon find himself
buried to the hilt within her.
When Spike slipped another finger into her, Buffy tore away from his mouth,
throwing her back and exposing the smooth column of her throat. Spike
ran his cool tongue up the exposed flesh, stopping to suck and nip at the underside
of her jaw. Buffy’s hips began to grind in earnest, thrusting her clit
against the heal of his hand.
With the added sensation, her movements became frenzied, until everything inside
of her exploded. With a scream, Buffy came and collapsed into a bundle
of trembling muscles in Spike’s arms.
Without giving her time to recover, Spike’s hand slipped out of her and ripped
away her panties. He quickly undid his jeans, pulling out his erection
and guiding the tip to her opening.
When Buffy felt his cold shaft pressed against her, reality came back somewhat.
“Wait. I’m a. . .” too late. With one violent thrust, Spike entered
her. At the sound of her pain filled scream, his body went rigid.
Realization washed over him as the scent of her blood reached his nose.
*Bloody hell. She’s a virgin.* he thought. He pulled his head back
to look at her. He cursed to himself when he saw her tears.
“Shoulda warned me, luv.” he said, his voice husky. The blue of his eyes
burned into her.
“Well, you might as well finish, now.” she said, sounding miserable. “Then
kill me.” Spike arched his scarred brow at her.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be killing you today.” *Or ever* he added silently to
himself.
“Some vampire you are.” She grumbled, glaring at him when he chuckled.
“And some Slayer you are.” he returned, leaning forward and capturing her lips
with his. He stood, unmoving, until she deepened the kiss. Then,
he slowly started to move his hips, keeping his thrust shallow, allowing her
to get used to him. She was so hot, he was sure he would burst into flames.
He slipped his hand in between their bodies, and stroked his thumb over he clit,
causing her to moan.
“So, beautiful.” he whispered against her mouth, as her hips started to thrust
to meet his. Slowly and steadily, the pace increased until Buffy was bucking
wildly against him, a scream ripping from her throat as her inner walls clutched
around him while she climaxed. With a growl, Spike buried his face in
her neck, thrusting into her once, twice. On the third time, he buried
himself as far as he would go, his shaft pumping his cold seed deep in her womb.
They stood there for a moment, clutching onto each other’s quaking bodies, panting
in each other’s ears.
Spike knew the moment reality came back to her. She started to struggle
in his arms, her small hands pushing against his leather clad shoulders.
He took a deep, unneeded breath before slipping out of her and stepping away.
He closed himself back up into his jeans before meeting her huge, shame filled
eyes. He was surprised that her expression stung him, and he absently
reached for a cigarette.
Without a word, Buffy turned on her heel and stormed out of the alley, leaving
Spike to watch her retreating back, thoughtfully. As he turned to go,
something white caught his eye.
“He bent down to retrieve it, smiling when he saw that it was her panties.
He shoved them into the pocket of his duster, releasing the smoke from his lungs.
“Til we meet again, Slayer.” He said. Chuckling to himself, Spike
walked off into the night, wondering idly if he could get a shower before he
saw Dru.
*Love’s Addiction*
Two days later, Buffy stomped into her room. She had just come back from
patrol, and had quickly taken a shower. Wrapped in a terry cloth robe,
Buffy sat at her vanity, violently ripping the towel from her hair.
She winced at the pain as she dragged a comb through her blonde tresses. *Good.
Pain is good* she thought to herself. Pain kept the thoughts away.
Thoughts of a certain peroxided blonde, British vampire and his expert mouth
and clever hands.
Heat coursed across her skin as unbidden memories of her less than gentle deflowering
jumped into her mind. Buffy slammed her comb down on her vanity, cursing
herself. With violent hands, Buffy ripped open the front of her robe.
“Slayer.” She whipped around at the sound of his voice, her robe falling
open enough to expose a column of skin from her throat to the curls at the apex
of her thighs. A groan escaped Spike’s lips as he leaned into the invisible
barrier that kept him out. “Cor, Slayer. Let me in.” His deep
voice washed over her, sending delicious shivers of excitement through her.
Buffy stared into the fathomless stormy blue eyes of her mortal enemy and heard
herself say “Come in, Spike.”
*What are you doing?!* her mind screamed. And then he was kissing her
and all thought stopped. Spike’s hands were cupping her face, as his tongue
slipped between her lips. Her hands circled around his wrists, her tongue
battling his with the same ferocity they’d once battled with fists and kicks.
One hand slid down Buffy’s cheek and along her collarbone to dip inside the
gap of her robe. She broke away from his mouth with a gasp when his thumb
circled the hard nub of her nipple. She arched into his hand, her fingers
moving to claw at the leather of his duster. Spike pulled away form her
long enough to shrug out of the coat and his ever present red shirt. With
one hand, he reached up and pulled the black t-shirt over his head, and flung
it to the side.
Buffy gasped at the sight of his well muscled, pale chest, her hands reaching
out to slide over his skin. Spike’s arms slipped underneath her robe,
pulling her to him, and crushing her warm body against his cool one. They
both moaned as her soft breasts came into contact with the hardness of his chest.
Her fingers delved into his soft hair, so she could pull his mouth to hers.
With insistent fingers, Spike pulled the robe away, so she was standing naked
in his arms. He broke away from her sweet mouth so he could trail kisses
down her neck and collarbone, his tongue tasting the saltiness of her skin.
He dropped to his knees before her, his mouth catching one erect nipple in his
mouth. Buffy hissed as his teeth, lips and tongue teased the hard peak,
before moving to the other. Everywhere his mouth touched was sending electric
shocks coursing through her and straight to her now throbbing core. His
hands were constantly in motion, running down her calves and thighs, eliciting
soft whimpers from her parted lips.
Buffy felt as is every nerve ending was on fire as his expert mouth left her
breast. She moaned in disappointment at the lack of contact until she
felt his hands urge her to part her legs. She looked down at him, saw
the heat and desire burning in the depths of his bottomless eyes. In that
moment, she realized he was just as helpless against this attraction as she
was.
Tracing a thumb across his scarred eyebrow, Buffy shifted her feet to give him
the access he wanted. Almost immediately, one long finger plunged into
her heat, causing her to cry out his name. Unsteady hands reached behind
her and gripped the chair to her vanity table. She leaned against it,
her head thrown back as her breathing starting coming in short pants.
That one finger was joined by a second, and when his tongue invaded her folds,
she thought she would faint. He nipped gently at her clit, his fingers
plunging deep inside of her slick channel, causing a ball of heat to explode
through her. She bit back her scream as the climax ripped over her, her
hips bucking against him. Spike sucked lightly on her clit, prolonging
her orgasm until her knees gave out.
His arms wrapped around her as she sank into him. He gently lowered her
to the floor, then stood up to shed the remainder of his clothes. Once
naked, he slid up her body, crushing his mouth to hers. Spike reached
between their sweat slicked bodies and positioned himself at her opening.
He slowly pushed into her, savoring the feel of her velvety heat surrounding
his cock.
They both moaned as he pushed all the way into her. Buffy’s legs came
up to wrap around his waist, and her nails raked down his back. Spike
began to thrust, slowly at first, then speeding up at her insistence.
Spike broke the kiss, wanting to watch her eyes as she fell over the edge again.
His hand slid down her body and between their slapping pelvises, his thumb stroking
the hard nub of her clit.
“Oh, God, Spike.” she moaned, breathlessly as she felt her second orgasm approach.
Her hips thrust against his in earnest, forcing him deeper within her.
Spike felt his demon fighting to emerge as Buffy exploded beneath him, pulling
him to her to plunge her tongue deep in his mouth. He swallowed her scream
of release as she cut her tongue on his fang. At the taste of her sweet,
rich blood, Spike’s thrusts became harder. Her blood swam down his throat,
his hips slamming into her as deep as he could, his cock pulsing his seed deep
inside her trembling body.
Buffy pulled her mouth away from his and stared up into his face. Spike
had managed to push the demon back, so all she saw was the blue of his eyes.
“Why is this happening?” she breathed, shame beginning to creep into her eyes.
Spike took a deep unneeded breath, before placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“Dunno, luv. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.” He pulled
away from her then, no longer able to bare seeing the shame in her face.
Her body cried out at the loss, but she tramped it down as she accepted her
robe from him. She averted her gaze from him as he dresses, not turning
until she heard him at her window.
“Don’t ever be ashamed of what you want, Slayer.” Spike said, before sending
her a sexy wink and slipping out into the night.
Buffy sank onto the edge of her bed, picking up the rose he had left on her
pillow.
“But what if what I want, is the one thing I shouldn’t?” she asked the empty
room, a tear sliding down her cheek.
*Can’t Deny Him*
“Care to dance?” Buffy looked at the pale hand in front of her, then up
to the deep, brown eyes of the man that should be consuming her thoughts.
“Sure, Angel.” she said, sliding her tiny hand into his larger one. A
slow song started to play as Angel led her to the dance floor. When she
slipped into his arms, Buffy willed herself to feel something for the vampire
that held her.
But the feel of his hands on her back didn’t cause her blood to sing.
The feel of his lips on hers didn’t make her skin heat up. Buffy felt
a rush of despair as she let Angel’s lips coax hers into a gentle kiss.
She had been sure that she was in love with the dark haired vampire in her arms.
But that was before HIM. And as the kiss broke apart, Buffy realized with
a sudden awareness, that she felt him. HE WAS THERE! Watching her.
As casually as she could, Buffy’s eyes searched the club for the blonde vampire.
She found him, leaning against the railing of the balcony, a beer bottle clutched
in his fingers. The anger radiating off of his lean frame was so intense,
Buffy could feel its heat from where she was dancing.
When the song ended, Buffy smiled up at Angel, mumbled something about going
to the ladies, and headed off in that direction. With a glance over her
shoulder to make sure no one saw her, she doubled back to the balcony stairs.
Quickly ascending to the top, Buffy walked through the dark area, passed the
other couples that were in the throes of their own carnal pleasures, and into
the deeper shadows of the upper floor.
Spike’s hands closed around her upper arms in a bruising grip, then he hauled
her against his chest. His kiss was demanding, passionate, and furious.
Buffy moaned, deep in her throat as his mouth punished hers.
“MINE!” he growled, his eyes flashing yellow when he pulled away. Buffy
felt her heart start to race, and heat and moisture pooled in her sex as he
roughly turned her and bent her over the rail behind them. She clutched
the smooth wood in a death grip. Spike pushed her short skirt up over
her hips and ripped her panties away, shoving them into the pocket of his duster.
Buffy gasped as she realized what he was about to do. She had no desire
or will to stop him. He fisted one, long fingered hand in her hair, forcing
her head up.
“You. Are. Mine!” he growled in her ear, then entered her with one
violent thrust. Another moan escaped Buffy’s throat as Spike mercilessly
pounded into her heat, his free hand slipping around to her front to roughly
tease her sensitive nubbin. He was claiming her, and she knew it.
Making sure she understand that she belonged to him and nobody else.
With a harsh cry that was drowned out by the pulsating music, Buffy’s climax
ripped violently through her. Her vaginal walls clamped around him,
making him pound int her harder. She felt his cool lips on her shoulder,
felt the sharp sting as his fang sliced her skin.
As her blood slid over his tongue, Spike buried himself deep within her, his
cold seed shooting into her hot core.
“Mine.” he growled for the third time, just in case she held any more doubt.
As soon as he released her, Buffy whirled on him, dragging his mouth down to
hers in a ferocious kiss. She didn’t care that she was kissing him while
he was still vamped. They both scraped their tongues against his fangs
as they furiously battled for dominance in the kiss.
Spike’s cock surged back to life at the taste of their mingled blood on his
tongue and the feel of Buffy’s warm hand on his shaft, stroking him. She
ripped her mouth away from his, staring deep into the yellow of his eyes as
she dropped to her knees before him. He used his duster to shield her
as her hot mouth replaced her hand on his hardness. He panted unneeded
air while her inexperienced mouth licked, sucked and nipped him to a second
orgasm.
Growling, he fisted a hand in her hair, holding her to him while she swallowed
his semen.
With one last kiss to the tip of his shaft, Buffy tucked him back into his jeans.
She stood after he was closed safely away, then pressed a hard kiss to his mouth.
Then she leaned up to his ear, imitated his growl and hissed “Mine.”
Spike’s eyes burned into hers when she released him. They never left her
small form as she walked away.
*Lost in Her*
“Buffy, what happened to you last night?” Willow asked, sliding into the
chair beside Buffy. Buffy hoped that her face wasn’t as flaming red as
it felt.
“Uh, on my way back from the ladies, I saw a vamp.” not to far from the truth.
“Had to go all Slayer like.” Outright lie.
“Angel was worried.” Willow admonished. Buffy grimaced, waiting
for the pang of guilt that didn’t emerge.
“I’m sorry. But this is what I got chosen for. You know, Vampire
Slayer?” *More like Vampire layer, Buff* Ignoring the voice in her head, Buffy
looked at Willow and gave her what she hoped was a ‘what’s a girl to do?’ smile.
“Well, why didn’t you come back after you were done?” Something was up, Willow
just knew it.
“He took off as soon as he saw me. I chased him all the way back to the
cemetery by my house. When I got there, he had a couple of buddies with
him. When I was done, I just went home.” Buffy averted her gaze,
not wanting Willow to see through the lie she was telling.
“Hey, Buffster. What happened last night?” Xander said walking into the
library and sliding onto the table in front of them.
“Vamps.” Willow answered for her. Buffy was suddenly feeling the
urge to escape her friends trusting eyes.
“I have to go look for a book. For history.” Buffy said, scrambling away
from the table and up the steps, grateful they didn’t follow her. She
felt guilty for her need to get away, but she hated lying to her friends.
How could she explain that she was having a torrid affair with the vampire that
was supposed to be her mortal enemy?
Buffy wandered aimlessly through the stacks for a minute. Then she felt
the tingle that always told her when he was there.
“Hello, Spike.” she whispered, turning to face him.
“Slayer.” he purred, his mouth curved into a sexy smile. He was leaning
casually against a bookcase, his arms crossed over his chest.
“What are you doing here?” she asked him, keeping her voice low. Buffy’s
heart sped up when he pushed away from the bookcase and started to advance on
her. His pace was slow, his movements sure. Buffy felt heat suffuse
her body as he approached.
God, what was it about him that had her wet and trembling with only a look?
She gasped when he stopped in front of her, the lapels of his duster brushing
lightly against her aching breasts.
“You.” he whispered, his mouth hovering above hers. “You’re why I’m here.
I can’t stop bloody thinking about you. I can’t hunt, I can’t sleep.
I’m consumed with you.” Spike’s hushed voice sent shivers across her flesh.
“I haven’t been with Dru since I took you in that alley.”
Buffy’s eyes widened at his confession. His blue eyes burned into her
wide hazel ones, and she saw that his words were true.
“Spike, I. . .” she started.
“Shh.” Spike hushed her, then brushed his lips across hers in a whisper of a
kiss. Spike’s fingers lightly danced up her arms, barely touching her
skin. She was trembling with the need to feel him, but she stood still,
mesmerized by his gentle touches.
“I love you, Buffy.” Spike whispered, before pressing his cool lips against
her warm ones. A soft moan escaped Buffy’s throat as his tongue slipped
into her mouth to slide sensuously against hers. When his hand gently
cupped her breast, she arched eagerly into his palm. Buffy felt a fresh
wave of heat and moisture pool between her legs as his thumb teased her nipple
through her blouse.
As his hand continued it’s slow torture of her breast, Buffy’s breath caught
in her throat as she felt the fingers of his other hand skim her thigh, just
below her short skirt.
“Do you wear these for me, luv?” To make it easier for me to take you?”
his low, husky voice asked as he trailed kisses along the line of her jaw.
The only answer he received was a sharp hiss of breath when his cool fingers
brushed across her swollen heat.
“Spike.” she moaned, gyrating her hips, begging for friction.
“Look at me, Buffy.” Spike waited until her desire filled, hazel eyes opened
before he spoke again. “I want you to look at me while I make you cum.”
Buffy whimpered in response, to far gone with arousal to form coherent thoughts.
Spike pushed her panties aside and quickly plunged two fingers deep in her heat,
his thumb flicking gently across her aching clit. Buffy reared up on her
toes and a sound like a sob crossed with a moan filled the air. She began
to rock her hips against his hand, the feel of his cool fingers in her hot passage
almost doing her in right then.
Spike’ eyes never left hers as he slowly fucked her with his fingers.
He was about ready to explode in his pants at the sight of her flushed and quivering,
her eyes now a deep shade of green. Buffy’s hands fisted on the arms of
his duster, as she felt the waves of pleasure slide through her body at an almost
lazy pace. She felt the fire start to build in the pit of her stomach
and mewling sounds escaped he throat as Spike slowly, and torturously brought
her to orgasm.
With a gasp of his name, Buffy exploded into his hand, bright colors flying
in front of her eyes and temporarily blocking his face from her view.
Spike continued his gentle teasing of her clit, drawing the climax out until
her hand slipped bonelessly form his arms.
Spike’s free arm wrapped around her waist to keep her upright as his long fingers
continued to pump slowly into her. Buffy’s head rested against his chest,
shudders racking through her body.
“Buffy, look at me.” His soft voice implored. Buffy raised her eyes
to his and watched in erotic fascination as he slipped his fingers out of her
and brought them to his mouth. After Spike had licked her juices from
his fingers, her lowered his mouth to hers, swiping his tongue across hers so
she could taste herself.
“So sweet.” he whispered. When he was sure she could stand again, he lightly
kissed the tip of her nose, then took a step away. Buffy whimpered at
the loss of contact.
A grin spread across his handsome face as he looked at how ravished she looked.
As he turned to leave, Buffy’s soft voice stopped him.
“What about you?” she asked shyly.
“This was for you, luv. Don’t worry,” Spike said, pulling out a cigarette.
“I’ll see you soon. You need to get to class.” Then he walked away,
his duster billowing behind him.
As Buffy turned to go collect her books, realization washed over her.
“He said he loved me.” A slow grin spread across her face as she collected her
books, not caring that she was ten minutes late for her first class.
*Caught in the Act*
Buffy crept stealthily towards the dark factory, willing her heart to slow down.
She couldn’t believe that she was getting ready to sneak into Spike and Druscilla’s
lair, putting her life in very real danger. But she hadn’t seen Spike
since that day in the library five days ago, and she was getting worried.
Not to mention just a little bit mad.
When she entered the factory, Buffy gave up on trying to calm her racing heart.
Scattered across the floor, were several piles of dust. The deeper she
moved into the building, the more she saw. Buffy refused to even contemplate
that one of them might be Spike.
Coming upon a set of stairs, Buffy paused briefly before descending. She
moved slowly into a long corridor, at the end of which was a door. Moving
as quietly as possible, she advanced down the hall.
Turning the knob slowly, Buffy gently pushed the door open, gripping her stake
tightly as she slipped inside. As her eyes skimmed the dim interior, she
saw a large bed, draped with netting. Through the netting, she saw a form,
and upon closer inspection, she saw his tell-tale platinum hair.
Buffy dropped her arm with a hiss. Anger began to rise up in her as she
stalked to the bed and yanked the netting to the side. She gasped at the
sight in front of her.
Marring the perfect white skin of his back was a series of recently healed over
gouges. Dried blood flaked around the wounds.
‘Spike?” Buffy called quietly, easing onto the bed next to him. She gently
stroked his cheek as his eyes fluttered open.
“Buffy?” Spike’s voice was husky from sleep.
“What happened?”
“Dru.” he answered, wincing slightly as he shifted onto his side. “Said
Ms. Edith told her what I’d been up to. She started staking everything
in sight. A few of them got away. Then she turned on me.” He explained.
His eyes held the pain he felt over hurting the woman he’d loved for over a
century.
“Where is she now?”
“Dunno. She took off after I kept her from killing me. Said something
about the stars had lied to her.” Spike shrugged a shoulder at the insane
ramblings of his former girlfriend. Buffy scooted closer to him, pressing
her warm body against his cool one, offering him comfort. One long fingered
hand slid lazily down her bare arm, blazing a trail of fire across her skin.
He was rewarded with a low moan when his hand dipped lower, brushing her thigh,
just underneath the hem of her shorts.
Buffy reached out a slid a warm hand across the plains of his chest, her nails
gently grazing his nipples. Spike hissed in unneeded air as she gently
teased the hard nubs. His arm snaked around her waist, crushing her body
against his. Spike’s eyes stared into hers, the blue orbs almost black
with his desire for her. Buffy’s hand slid up to cup the back of his neck,
pulling him to her mouth. As their lips and tongues met, the flames leapt
higher between them, and they gave themselves over to their need.
In one swift motion, Buffy was on her back, with Spike nestled between her open
thighs. His mouth left hers to trail a line of wet kisses down her throat,
across her collarbone, and finally to the swell of her breasts above the brief
tank top she was wearing. The feel of his lips on her skin was both hot
and cold, causing her to shiver with want. She arched her back as
he pushed the offending material away, exposing her full, bare breasts to his
hungry eyes.
Buffy’s fingers dove into his soft, blond hair as he slowly ran his tongue around
her nipple. She hissed in a breath when his lips closed around the hard
peak, gently suckling and nipping with his teeth, his hand on her other breast
mimicking the actions of his mouth. She felt twin electric shocks shoot
from where he was working his magic straight to her sex. She ground her
hips against his, causing them both to groan.
Spike tore himself away from her long enough to divest her of her clothes.
He smiled at her whimper when his body left hers. He quickly centered
himself between her thighs once more, thrusting into her tight, wet heat.
She cried out his name, her hips rising to meet his, her legs and arms wrapping
around his body. Harder and faster he drove into her, his hand lifting
her ass so he could plunge deeper. His pelvis hit her throbbing clit with
thrust. Her nails scratched down his back, reopening some of his wounds.
The pain mingled with the pleasure, causing his demon to surge forward.
He buried his face in her neck, their movements becoming more frenzied as their
orgasms approached.
As her inner muscles began to clench around him, Spike could control his urges
no more. As his fangs pierced the tender flesh of her throat, Buffy’s
orgasm slammed through her, causing her to scream his name in a high keening
wail.
As her blood slipped over his tongue, Spike growled against her skin, his own
climax over taking him. He buried himself as deep as he could, is cock
pulsing within her.
Buffy lay trembling beneath him, vaguely aware of Spike retracting his fangs
and gently running his tongue over the wounds. Then he raised himself
up on his elbow, shifting his weight off of her.
“I love you, Buffy.” he said softly, his eyes searching her face for her reaction.
She gently laid a hand on the side of his face, a smile spreading across her
lips.
“I love you, too, Spike.” Buffy admitted quietly. Spike’s face split into
his own smile, as he crushed his lips to hers.
“BUFFY!” The secret lover’s tore apart at the sound of the shocked and
anguished voice. Buffy groaned at the sight of Angel, standing at the
foot of the bed, his posture rigid and furious.
Spike’s eyes narrowed into slits, and a low warning growl emanated from deep
within his chest. Angel answered with his own growl, glaring furiously
at the couple on the bed. The older vampire took a step towards them,
causing Spike to leap to his feet, uncaring about his nudity.
“STOP!” Buffy yelled, surging off the bed, barely remembering to grab the sheet
to cover herself. She looked at the to vampires, game faced forward, low
growls echoing through the room. She tentatively touched a hand to Spike’s
arm, softly calling his name. By the time he turned to her, his face had
melted back into his human mask, his blue eyes searching hers. Seeing
what she was asking, he reached down and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on.
With one last growl at his sire, Spike turned and stalked out of the room.
“Angel. . .” Buffy began, but she was cut off by the yellow flashing of his
eyes.
“I thought you were special.” he growled, disgust clouding his eyes as he looked
at her. Then he turned away and stalked from the room.
Left alone, Buffy crumbled on the bed and cried.
*Goodbye Lover*
Buffy moped around on patrol, her Slayer sense the only thing keeping her from
getting dead.
No witty quips escaped her mouth as she dusted fledglings and the rest of Spike’s
minions. The ones that Dru had allowed to escape.
A small smile crept across her face as she thought of the blond vampire.
He was the only bright spot in her life at this point.
When Angel had left the factory that night, he had gone straight to her watcher
and reported his Slayer’s actions.
Giles had been livid, yelling at her for over an hour. When it became
clear to him that she wasn’t going to listen, he resorted to chilly silence.
Now he only spoke to her when he had to, and he silently vowed to stake the
peroxided vampire himself, thereby breaking the obvious thrall Buffy was under.
Xander had looked at her with such mistrust and anger in his eyes, that Buffy
felt she might choke on it.
Angel avoided her entirely, only helping if he was needed.
Willow was the only one who tried to understand. The only one who didn’t
look at Buffy with disgust. She listened to what the Slayer had to say,
and even tagged along when Buffy went on patrol. They were often met by
Spike afterwards. Willow wouldn’t say she trusted the soulless vampire,
but she didn’t doubt his feelings for her friend.
Willow couldn’t go with Buffy on this night. She’d had a history assignment
to finish, so, Buffy was left on her own. Normally, she wouldn’t have
minded, but Giles had been particularly prickly tonight, and Xander extra hateful.
She really could have used Willow’s understanding and quiet strength.
“Hi, Pet.” His soft voice called from behind her. Buffy whirled to face
him, her smile bright in the darkness.
“Spike.” She walked over to him and melted into his embrace. She
breathed in deep, taking comfort in his scent-tobacco, leather, and a wild earthiness
that clung to him.
“Slow night?” he asked, pulling back to look down at her. Buffy shrugged,
resting her chin against his chest.
“A little.” She leaned up and rushed her lips across hi, delighting in
the pleasant burn it elicited.
“Pet, I need to talk to you.”
“Talk later.” she said, running her tongue along his Adam’s apple. A groan
escaped lips, causing the flesh she was nibbling on to vibrate. Buffy
giggled at the tickling sensations against her mouth. His hand tangled
in her hair, pulling her head back to crush his mouth against hers. Her
arms snaked around his neck, trying desperately to get closer.
Spike’s arm banded around her waist, lifting her off her feet. He turned
and set her on the headstone he had been leaning on. Buffy spread her
legs as his hands skimmed up her thighs and under her skirt. His tongue
plundered her mouth as his fingers gripped her panties and ripped them away.
*There goes another pair* was the last coherent thought Buffy had before Spike
broke the kiss and dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands gently
caressed her thighs, the tips of his fingers barely grazing her curls.
Her moan echoed through the night as she threw her head back and arched er hips
towards him, begging him to touch her.
Spike began to trail kisses from the inside of her knee and across her thigh,
the musky scent of her arousal driving him crazy. He pushed the skirt
up out of his way, his tongue darting out to barely touch her opening.
Buffy hissed at the slight contact, one hand diving into his hair to urge him
forward, her other hand bracing against the headstone. Spike held back
against her hand, not wanting to be rushed. He brought one finger up to
her dripping slit, sliding it along her nether lips in the barest of touches.
Buffy was whimpering uncontrollably by now, her fingers fisting in his hair.
“Please, Spike. Please.” She begged. Spike grinned devilishly
at her before finally giving in. Leaning forward, he replaced his finger
with his tongue and buried it into her heat. He lapped hungrily at the
juices pooled there, before sliding up and attacking her clit. Buffy’s
hips were moving wildly and Spike pressed a hand against her to hold her steady.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes.” Buffy chanted as his tongue slid inside of her then
back up to her sensitive nub. Over and over he repeated this rhythm, keeping
her on the edge of her orgasm, never allowing her to topple over completely.
She tasted so good, and Spike could have easily kept up what he was doing forever,
but his cock had other plans, and had begun to ache painfully against the zipper
of his jeans. He quickly rose to his feet, freeing his erection at the
same time. His mouth crashed against her as he plunged into her, his hands
lifting her off the headstone with each thrust to force himself deeper.
Buffy’s hands clutched the leather of his coat as he took her, her body singing
with pleasure. Growling, Spike’s face shifted and he sank his fangs into
her, sending them both over simultaneously.
“SPIKE!” her voice was a gasping sob as her muscles quivered around him.
“Buffy.” his voice muffled against her skin.
They stood trembling in each other’s arms for what could have been hours.
Neither cared, as long as they were wrapped around each other. Spike ran
his tongue lightly over his mark on her neck. He smiled slightly at the
twin puncture holes that graced her perfect skin. *Mine* he thought to himself
as he gently kissed her temple.
“Mmmm.” Buffy moaned, loving the liquid feeling that settled through her
body.
“You okay, luv?” he asked, pulling out of her and straightening her clothes.
“Never better.” Buffy sighed, hopping off the headstone.
Once Spike had put himself back in order, his face turned serious again.
“We need to talk.” Buffy’s brow wrinkled in confusion at the seriousness
of his tone.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, taking his hand and lacing her fingers with
his.
“I’ve gotten word that Dru’s causing trouble in L. A.” Spike began, looking
at her.
“And?” Buffy prompted, instinctively knowing she wasn’t going to like what she
was about to hear.
“I have to leave, Pet. I have to make sure she’s okay.” he said, hating
himself for the tears that sprang to her eyes.
“You’re leaving me?” she asked in a soft voice, the tears spilling out of her
wide, luminous eyes.
“No, luv. Never. I was with Dru for over a century. I need
to make sure that she’s taken care of, and then I’ll be back. I promise.”
Spike assured her, gently brushing the tears away.
“If you don’t come back, I’m going to hunt you down and stake you.” she replied,
flashing a watery smile. He chuckled slightly at her comment, knowing
she was only half kidding.
“I love you, Buffy. You’re mine. Staking would be the only thing
that could keep me away from you.”
“You’ll be careful? I like you undusty.”
“I’ll be careful. And I’ll be back before you get a chance to miss me.”
He said. He gently kissed her, gave her hand a final squeeze, then turned
to disappear into the night.
*You’re wrong* Buffy thought as she sadly turned towards home. *I already miss
you.*
*Welcome Back*
Angel and Giles studied the young woman sitting at a table in the library.
Buffy was talking quietly with Willow, absently twisting a lock of hair around
her finger. Spike ad been gone for just over a month, and while Giles
rejoiced at the blonde vampires absence, Buffy seemed to be wasting away right
before his eyes.
“What do you suppose is wrong with her?” Giles asked, concern creasing his brow.
Angel heaved a deep sigh, turning away from the girl he still loved to face
her watcher.
“He’s claimed her.” Angel replied simply. At the questioning look on Giles’
face, Angel continued. “The bite. He’s claimed her as his mate.
And my guess is, Spike’s no much better off than her.” And if his wayward
childe didn’t return soon, the consequences could be dire. “I’m going
to find him.” Angel decided.
“What!?” Giles exclaimed, shocked. “You can’t mean to bring him back here.”
“Yes, I do. Look at her, Giles. If something isn’t done, she’s going
to die. And if bringing Spike back is what’s needed, then that’s what
I’ll do.” With one last look at Buffy, Angel turned and left the school.
****
Buffy walked into the old mansion, hesitantly calling out Angel’s name. He
appeared at the top of the stairs, motioning for her to join him.
“What’s up?” she asked when she reached him. They still hadn’t really
talked since he’d caught her and Spike together, and she didn’t really know
how to act around him any more. But apparently Angel didn’t want to talk.
He gently took her hand and led her down the hall.
Stopping in front of a closed door, Angel turned the knob and quietly pushed
it open. Buffy’s eyes searched his face in confusion, before looking into
the room. A gasp escaped her throat when her gaze fell on the bed.
“Spike!” she cried, starting forward.
“Buffy.” Angel said, stilling her. Buffy turned to look at him, her eyes
huge. “He’s in bad shape. He found Dru, alright. She went
nuts on him, cut him up pretty bad. He’d finally had to dust her.” Sadness
seeped into Buffy’s eyes at what Spike had to do. She didn’t know if she’d
have been able to do the same thing had it been Angel. “When I found him,
he was pretty close to dust himself.”
“Thank you for bringing him back to me.” she whispered, gently squeezing his
hand before advancing into the room.
Angel blinked back tears as he watched the woman he loved crawl into bed with
the man he’d sired over a century before. Silently, he closed the door
as Buffy’s fingers began to play through Spike’s hair.
Buffy gently stroked Spike’s hair, her eyes taking in the gauntness of his face,
the pallor of his skin. A smile touched her lips as his eyes fluttered
open, their blue depths coming to focus on her.
“Hey.” she said quietly.
“Luv, where am I?” he asked, wondering if he was dreaming.
“The old mansion on the edge of town.”
“How did I get here?”
“Angel found you and brought you back.” Spike’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know, but I’m glad he did. Dru almost took you with her.” at
the mention of Druscilla’s name, a lone tear drifted down his cheek. Buffy
gently brushed it away. “I’m sorry you had to. . .” he placed a finger
against her lips, to shush her.
“Don’t want to think about it.” As she nodded her head in silent agreement,
Spike’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close. “Need you.” He
murmured, capturing her mouth in a soft kiss.
“Spike, you’re weak.” Buffy protested, pushing lightly against his chest.
“I’m never so weak that I can’t make love to my woman.” he growled, pulling
her back to him. “Besides, you can do all the work.” Spike kissed her
again, smiling against her mouth as he rolled onto his back, taking her with
him. She kissed him back, slowly, not feeling a need to rush, now that
he was back safe in her arms. Spike moaned as her tongue danced lazily
against his, the hands gripped on her hips pressing her down against the evidence
of his need. Buffy firmly gripped his hands and pulled them away.
“Ah, ah, ah” she reprimanded, lightly nipping is bottom lip, “You said I was
going to do all the work. So lay there like a good vampire.” her voice
was a husky whisper as she ran her tongue along the line of his jaw.
“Yes, ma’am.” he chuckled, forcing his hands to remain idle. Buffy left
his body long enough to pull off her clothes, then pull the sheet away from
his naked form. She took a moment to drink in the sight. He was
so beautiful, even with the loss of weight.
Straddling his waist, Buffy began running her hands up the pale hardness of
his chest, following their path with her mouth. Spike shuddered as her
fingers, then her tongue played across one of his nipples. Her warm body
pressed close to his, heating his chilled flesh.
Her hands and mouth were everywhere, touching and tasting. She scooted
down his body until she was straddling his knees. When she leaned down
to nip at his hip bone, her nipple slid across the velvety hardness of his shaft.
They both moaned at the contact, his cock jumping against his stomach.
Buffy smiled as an idea struck her. Spike pulled an extra pillow behind
his head so he watch as she centered his aching hardness in the valley between
her breasts. Covering the soft mounds with her hands, Buffy squeezed them
together around him, teasing her own nipples as she slid his hard member between
them.
“Oh, God, Buffy.” Spike moaned, thrusting his hips in time with her movements.
He hissed when the tip of her tongue swiped across the tip of his cock
on her downward stroke.
The feel of her hot, wet tongue and soft tits on him was driving Spike wild.
He writhed beneath her, his hands clutching blindly at the sheet.
“Jesus, luv.” Buffy slid back up his body, until they were nose to nose.
“For a vampire, you sure pray to heaven an awful lot.” she said as she slowly
impaled her self on his hardness. Spike’s chuckle caught in his throat
when her hot, tight passage engulfed him. Buffy’s mouth captured his,
their tongues mating in time with the movements of their hips.
The pressure began to build as Buffy adjusted her body so her aching clit was
rubbing against his pelvic bone. She rode him faster, and kissed him harder
as she felt her orgasm begin to crash over her.
Ripping her mouth away from his, she buried her lips against his throat. Spike’s
hands held her hips in a crushing grip, forcing her down harder onto his thrusting
hips. He ran his tongue across his mark one her neck and heard her moan.
His demon emerged as his climax began. With a growl, he sank his
fangs into her throat. At the same time, Buffy bit hard on Spike’s flesh,
drawing blood. Clamping her lips over the wound, she screamed her release
against his skin.
At the feel of her blunt teeth tearing at his flesh, and her vaginal muscles
clamping around him, Spike slammed into her, exploding into the hardest and
longest orgasm he had ever had.
Spike’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as he retracted his fangs
from her throat. He lovingly licked the wound closed, shuddering as he
felt Buffy do the same.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked when she raised herself up to
look at him.
“Yeah. It means if you leave me again, I get to kill you.” she teased,
brushing a kiss across his scarred brow.
“It means you’re mine, and I’m yours. Always.” he whispered, feeling himself
hardening within her.
“I like the sound of that.” she breathed, as she began sliding against him again.
“Me to, luv. Me to.”
~~FIN~~
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