SERIES : the Adventures of Buffy & Spike
PAIRING : Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from season four of Buffy.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES : I didn’t like season 4
with Buffy & Riley, so I rewrote it.
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He stared up at the
stars. They would soon disappear and the sun would rise. He closed his eyes and
listened to her breathe beside him. Clothes had been torn off and strewn about
the porch. His duster lay over them while they had fallen asleep. Their
lovemaking had been different last night. It hadn’t been about instant
gratification, nor about the act itself, nor was it making love. It had been
about a connection, their connection, and making it stronger.
He looked up at the
stars and slowly drifted off.
************
“William!” His
mother was calling for him. “WILLIAM!” He remained still, not wanting to move,
knowing it would hurt more if he did. “WILLIAM! COME DOWN HERE NOW!”
“WILLIAM!” The voice.
He used to shake because of it, but no more. He would no longer be afraid.
“No more.” He said
standing up slowly, wincing as the pain of a broken rib and a few broken
fingers set in. He struggled for breath and balance and when they came he
looked around the room. He picked up the hot poker for the fireplace and went
downstairs, tears pouring from his face.
“William? I know
you’re here you bloody worthless bastard!”
“Don’t call him that.”
His mother said and he heard a muffled scream and then nothing further from
her. Never again.
“WILLIAM!” The man’s
voice was commanding but no more, it ended tonight. His reign or torture and
power of him would be over tonight. William stood in the doorway for a second
before creeping up behind his stepfather. “William!” He called again as William
got closer. “Wil...” and within minutes he was coughing up blood.
The man fell to the
floor in front of his unconscious mother, the poker sticking straight through
his body, blood seeping out onto the freshly purchased rug. William smiled at
the sight.
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His eyes shot open.
“You’re awake. Good.” She said smiling at him. She started getting up.
“Where are you
going?”
“Inside, unless you
want to burst into flames right here, but I’m not cleaning it up. And I won’t
be one of those crazy ladies that walks around with the urn full of ashes or
talks to you during breakfast.” She hopped up gathering their clothes.
“Oh right. I was up
earlier but must have drifted off.”
“Yeah, were you
dreaming, cause you were mumbling.”
“What?”
“You kept saying, ‘no
more’ and ‘never again.’ Mean anything to you?”
“Yes, but let’s not
get into it.”
“Why not?”
“Cause it’s a long
conversation.”
“I’ve got three hours
before any store even opens. This rising at dawn thing isn’t gonna work
anymore.”
“You’ve never gotten
up this early. What do you anymore?”
“I mean, no more
falling asleep on the porch, one day we’ll be really tired and be torched.”
“Deal.”
“But now I’m up,
course it’s bedtime for you, huh?”
“I’m getting a little
more used to your schedule. Course it’s different now that I’m not hunting and
stuff, I have a lack of things to do at night.”
“We’ll just have to
come up with ways to occupy your time, won’t we?” She winked at him before
walking back through the screen door into the kitchen. “This place is so
great.”
“I know. It reminds
me of when I was little.” He followed her naked form inside. She had already
gotten a mug of blood warmed up and was opening cabinets looking for something.
“Looking for something?”
“OH! No.” She grabbed
a bowl and poured herself some cereal. He was glad he’d gone shopping. “I got
it.” She handed him the mug. “Bon appetite.” She shrugged and sat across from
him naked. He just stared at her. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
“Besides beauty, no.
I’m just wondering how you can manage to be so calm and sexy at the same time.
You’re just walking around naked.”
“Yeah, so? It’s a natural
state of being. If we were meant to wear clothes, we’d be born with khaki’s and
tank tops.” She stated taking a spoonful of the cereal while he sipped at his
blood.
“Yeah but you’re
naked and I’m naked and you’re not, what is it? Oh yeah, you’re not jumping my
bones, while I’m using every ounce of willpower not to jump yours.”
“I’m using willpower,
BELIEVE me, I’m using willpower. I’ve just gotta eat something before I starve
to death. I think girls are lucky in that sense though.”
“What sense?” He
asked staring at his beautiful mate.
“Well, with guys,
it’s so obvious when a guy wants to jump your bones. Girls know instantly, but
guys can’t tell when we are if we’re clothed. Course that doesn’t matter with
you cause you can smell me, which is a handy skill I suppose but bad.”
“Why is it bad?” He
said taking in a huge breath of her heavy aroma.
“Cause once, just
once, I’d like to surprise you, but you can tell ahead of time if I want to or
not. It kinda bites.”
“It doesn’t bite, I
do.” He flashed her a smile and a wink. “And you constantly surprise me.”
“I do?” He nodded.
“Okay, I’m wonderful, I agree. So tell me about your dream.” He couldn’t, could
he? She had shared so much with him already; she didn’t have a hundred years to
tell.
“Buffy, it’s not that
I don’t want to... no it is because I don’t want to.”
“Please. I want to
know about this stuff. Obviously it’s a killing dream, cause if it were happy
memories, you wouldn’t want to hide it. Tell me. Please?”
He nodded. “It was
about the first kill, my first kill.” He said swallowing some of the red
liquid.
“After you were a
vampire. Tell me about it.”
“No. My first kill
ever was long before I’d ever seen Angel or Dru.”
“Oh.” She said. “Oh?”
“Yes. I was
thirteen.”
“Thirteen? You killed
someone when you were thirteen?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Cause he hurt me and
me mum and I couldn’t let him do it again. He was my stepfather, married my mum
when I was eleven. He took to beatin’ her and I. I tried to take as much as I
could for her, she was so small. Anyway, he’d broken some of my bones, not my
legs though. He was lookin’ for me for another lashin’ and I stabbed him with a
fireplace poker right in the gut. There was so much blood, it covered the rug
he’d just brought home. He was coughin’ blood for a while, thrashin’ around on
the carpet for a good five minutes, just lookin’ at me, eyes as wide as I’d
ever seen. For the first time ever Bethy, I didn’t see anger or rage in his
eyes, I didn’t see contempt, I saw fear. He was scared to death of me, I saw it
in his eyes, the way they followed me when I sat on the chair above him and
watched. It took him twenty minutes to die. I watched. His eyes were screaming
fear, it was almost like I could feel it, smell it in the air and the power I
had over him.”
She hadn’t really
known about this. She didn’t know Spike was a killer before he was a vampire.
“So becoming a vampire gave you that
power again.”
“I had it again. Me
mum died a couple days later. Nobody could do anything for her, we just waited
for her to wake up or stop breathing. I had nothin’ to lose and nothing to
support myself. I was thirteen, so I robbed people and lived on the street.
Course I was wanted for murder so I left London once I had enough money. I
never looked back, until now.”
“What did you do?”
“I killed people
love, and I liked it, long before I ever knew about real vampires. I killed
them for their money, or women, or just because I was bored.”
“Things were so
different then. I can’t believe what they let parents get away with. From what
I gather Angel’s dad wasn’t very nice either. I guess we really are lucky to
live now.”
“You’da never
survived then love. You wouldn’ta fit in, you’re too independent.”
“Yeah.” It was enough
for a while. He’d opened up a little and she was happy, but she could tell he
didn’t want to talk about it more. She remembered Angel’s words. ‘He doesn’t
need a soul to love.’ She wanted to know more about Spike. Did he have a
conscience when he was alive? Was he one of those children that are just bad from
the start? Or was all his evilness and hatred from apparent abuse? Was it
possible when the demon took his body, it only gave him immortal life, but
couldn’t touch his conscience because it wasn’t there? She had so many
questions to ask, but it was clear he didn’t like talking about it much. “So,
what I’m thinking is a house warming party, maybe tomorrow night?”
“A what?”
“You know, I’ll pass
out some flyers at school and invite friends and we’ll have a party here in our
brand new house.”
“So does that mean
you’re going to live here with me.”
“If my mother lets me
out of the house, I think so. I don’t see the big, it’s not like I’m going to
end up pregnant if I live with my undead boyfriend.”
“Yes thanks love.”
“What?”
“You just have an
impeccable way of just telling the absolute truth.”
“Well, it’s not like
I’m gonna be barefoot and pregnant and not finish college. The only reason I’d
not finish college was if I died again before graduation. Otherwise I’m on my
way to having a degree.”
“You know, I’ve got
enough money, you could just stay here and shag me all day.”
“You’re such a
romantic.” She said rolling her eyes.
“I never claimed to
be.”
“That’s true, but
still, I love the accent and English colloquialisms, but...”
“Fine, I get it. You
could stay here and fuck me all day.”
“SPIKE!” She whined
at him.
“Cor you’re so bloody
sexy. I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”
“You didn’t live. You
unlived without me and now you’re stuck with me, FOREVER!”
“Not quite forever
pet.”
“Yes forever. You
think you’ll get rid of me? Think again pal, I’ll haunt you 'til the day to you
undie.” She laughed.
“Okay, fine, you can
just quit college and MAKE LOVE with me all day.”
“Thank you, that’s
better, but I do wanna graduate.”
“What do you want to
do?”
“I don’t know. I’ve
been thinking a lot lately.” She put her bowl in the sink and sat on the table
in front of him. She glanced down his lean body and took special note of his
raging hard on and met his eyes once more. “This slayer business doesn’t lend
itself to having children, nor does being mated with a vampire, not that I
really want kids anyway, but I do like them, so long as they’re not mine. So I
was thinking about something having to do with kids. I’m thinking it’d be fun
to be a preschool or kindergarten teacher.”
“I could see you as a
teacher.”
“I could teach them
all sorts of dreadful things.” A lascivious smile crept across her face as she
swung her leg over him, so her legs were spread in front of him on the table.
God she was dripping
onto the table. He slid his hands up her ankles over her knees and rested them
on her thighs. “What sorts of things would you teach them?”
“I could teach them
how to draw pictures.” She said as she slipped one foot in between his legs.
She wiggled her toes under his sac and he groaned.
“What kind of
pictures?”
“Of towers...” he ran
his finger up the length of her slit before gently probing inside. “God... of
hard... steel... rods...” she said as fingers ran over his shoulders and pulled
him to her. Her mouth met his and their tongues dueled for dominance, a battle
she won. She slipped her tongue in his soft cool mouth. As she licked his
palate, he ran his tongue under hers and she began tasting the coppery liquid
he’d been drinking earlier. His hands slid around her, and pulled her butt
forward on the table. She arched into him a little, sliding her hips as he
requested, to the edge of the table.
She was so beautiful
and warm. It amazed him how much better her warmth was. He’d missed being sheathed
in heat, molten heat. He kissed, ever so slowly moving downward. He nipped
lightly at her jugular, and kissed his way down her collarbone and down her
chest. Her skin was so creamy and soft, and he kissed a circle around her
breast before latching onto her nipple. He sucked on her, while flicking the
bud around in his mouth and she had her hands in his hair, pulling him toward
her. He couldn’t wait. He’d wanted to taste her heat first, but he couldn’t
wait.
She sensed his urgency
as he began sucking on her passionately. “William...” He growled back and she
squealed in delight. “William please... now... I need you inside me now... I
have to feel you... I want us to come together for the first time in our
house... please... come inside me.”
He couldn’t refuse
her invitation. He edged her forward off the table and she obliged, straddling
him. She reached down and took his cock in her hands and guided him inside her
body. She was so wet, he slipped inside and was soon encased in her warmth. She
was so tight, even after all the sex they’d been having. He loved it. She
squeezed him so exquisitely. She thrust down as far as she could and she
gripped his shoulders as she pulled up slowly, before sliding back down on his
cock. She used his shoulders to push herself off him, before taking him in to
the hilt. Her pace was punishingly slow. He made eye contact with her and they
were locked together. His hands took her hips and helped her slide up and down
on him. As her pace sped up, he began thrusting upward as she came down on him.
She stared deep into
his eyes and he gazed back at her. She watched the emotions he was feeling wash
over his face as he moved inside her. She tossed her hair back as she thrust up
and down on him, feeling him deep inside her body, cool. Concentrating on the
feeling of his cold penis inside her sent shivers down her spine, and he ran a
finger up her spine, gently running his nail up and down her spine.
He could no longer
tell where the boundaries of his body were. She thrust down onto him and
engulfed his entire length. He smelled her sex in the air. He felt the building
pressure and he held back, wanting them to come together, as she’d requested.
Their eyes had not lost contact and he looked at her. She knew what he was
requesting, she wanted the same thing. Her eyes gave reassurance, and he
slipped into his vampire visage. Her eyes continued their connection with his
and she thrust down onto him more forcefully and nodded to him. “Mine.” They
stated as they lost eye contact for the first time. He growled as he sunk his
fangs into her jugular. He began drinking eagerly as her silken walls
contracted and squeezed him as she came hard, gushing over him.
Her teeth bit into
his neck and she sucked on the skin while being bathed in his essence
internally. She sucked and kissed him as he continued to drink from her. She
ran her hands over his back and shoulders as he drank. She loved the sound of
him drinking her life. She loved the feeling of his tongue on her wound,
lapping at her blood as it dripped from the punctures. She loved the feeling of
his mouth latched on her neck, drinking in her life. The feel of his powerful
canines inside her, invited in as she had invited his erection, as she had
invited his soul, his eyes. He tried pulling away, but her hand held his head
there. She closed her eyes and just listened as she began feeling dizzy. She
let her hand drop, sad at the feeling of him leaving her neck.
He slipped back into
his handsome human face and looked at her, eyes closed. She was smiling, she
was blissfully happy. He wondered if it was the effects of the incredible
orgasm. She collapsed against him and he held her, rubbing her hair. He could
still taste her blood in his mouth. It was powerful, he could feel the power.
His head hurt, like he had been zapped. Had he? Was he so oblivious to the pain
it caused when he had bitten Buffy? Or had it not gone off? He had no idea, but
was not going to test it. Was it perhaps because she had invited him to bite her?
She sat sated, her
lover still buried inside her. She rested her head in the crook of his neck,
his arms around her. She felt safe, loved, happy. A happiness she hadn’t felt
in a long while. The waves of her orgasm passed through her body, and she felt at
peace. She heard something eminating from deep within his chest. She put her
hand to his chest and felt it vibrate. She smiled. Her William was purring. She
rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her body to his as much as she
could and let it resonate throughout her body.
After a good hour of
sitting, still inside her, she stirred. She had fallen asleep and he hadn’t the
heart to move them so he had sat there, with her straddling him, resting her
head on his shoulder, hand on his chest. He was resting his head against hers,
drawing lazy circles on her back for the longest time. He couldn’t remember a
time when he had been this happy. Sure he had purred with Dru after their love
making, but that had been forced, he had made himself, it had been a conscious
choice. The sound eminating from his chest today was involuntary, it just
happened. He had no control over it, it had just started on it’s own and he had
let it. He felt his chest vibrating against hers.
She didn’t want to
move, but she had to. She opened her eyes and glanced over the clock on the
wall, she had class in an hour and she had to get to her room and get books.
She slowly sat up and kissed him tenderly. “Morning.” She said.
“A very good
morning.”
“Yes it was. I don’t
wanna leave.”
“So don’t.”
“I have to.” She
said, putting her head back down on his shoulder. The rumbling sound was
disappaiting. “Don’t stop.” She said. “I like feeling you purring and
growling.”
“I’m not doing it.
It’s automatic.”
“What?”
“Well, to some
degree. I can do it, but it’s not as good. It’s only ever happened on it’s own
like that once before now. But this time I didn’t do it.”
“Why does it do it?”
“It just does when
I’m really happy, unfortunatley I haven’t been really happy a lot.”
“So I made you purr?”
She asked looking up him hopefully.
“Yes Bethy, you did.”
She smiled happily as she stood up. They both moaned at the loss of contact,
but she was right, she had to go. She picked up her clothes and put them on,
while he threw on his jeans. “You coming back later?”
“Can we have a party?
Say tomorrow night?”
“Sure.”
“Great, you’ll have
to buy the alcohol, I still can’t.”
“Fine. How many
people are we talkin’?”
“I don’t know. What
are you gonna do all day?”
“Count the minutes
until I’m inside you again.”
“I’ll be counting
them too. Do you need anything when I come home?”
“We’ll shop tonight
before patrolling. Make a list of stuff we want.”
“Okay.” She took the
mug and rinsed it out. “Seriously what are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna hook up the
computer upstairs after I sleep some.”
“K. Miss me.”
“I will.”
“Good, cause it
wasn’t a question, it was a demand.” She said kissing him gently. “Okay, I’m
gone. I’ll see you later.”
“Bethy!” She ran
after her as she opened the front door to leave.
“What?”
“This.” He swept her
into his arms and licked her lips as she greedily sucked in his tongue.
Reluctantly he pulled away. “And this.” He handed her the key. “It’s to the
front door, I’m going to lock it. I don’t want no stupid kids getting in here
to pull a prank. I won’t be able to stop them.”
“Okay. I love you
William.”
“I love you too. Now
go to class.”
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“So a party huh?”
Willow asked.
“Yes a house warming
party I suppose. Wait’il you see it, it’s gorgeous.”
“So you’re going to
be living with him. That’s big.”
“I know. But we’re
mated and if you saw this house, you’d wanna live there too. I wanna invite a
whole bunch of people and have a huge party. Spike said he would get beer.”
“Oh boy a kegger!
We’re going to host an all-night kegger party.”
“Maybe not all-night,
but I thought we would invite everyone from our classes.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
“So where were you
last night?”
“Christening the
porch.”
“THE PORCH?”
“Yes and we did the
kitchen this morning.”
“Wow. I’m jealous.”
“Yeah and I was
jealous of you this summer, so... I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later?”
“Are you coming here
tonight Buffy?”
“I don’t know, I’ll
let you know. We’re patrolling tonight, we may just crash there.”
“Okay. Have fun.” Buffy
gathered some clothes and grabbed a couple stakes and was on her way.
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“Mmm, this is nice.”
She ran her fingers over his chest and he pulled her close to him. She rested
her head in the crook of his arm, her ear pressed to his skin where she could
best hear his contentment.
“What’s that love?”
“Being here in our
bed in our house on an afternoon, when I’m blowing off my last class.”
“You have class now?”
“I had class, it
ended ten minutes ago. Living so close to the college will come in handy.”
“Why’s that pet?”
“Cause I can come
home and wake you up for lunch.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “So did
you get the computer hooked up?”
“Yep. I’ve gotta
install some stuff on it, but I gotta get money. SO tomorrow I’m going to
transfer my money, I assume you have bank accounts, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Will you give me the
account numbers?”
“Of course I will, my
purse is downstairs. I still can’t believe you have all this money and you were
living underground before, or a factory? Why didn’t you use the money to put
Dru up in some palace somewhere?”
“I would have, but
you made my sire go all bad again before I got the chance. Then you let your
watcher burn down my factory.” ‘Shit!’ He wasn’t sure if he should have said that.
He knew she was still sore about Angel, he knew that. He wasn’t sure if sarcasm
was okay or not. She was quiet. She wasn’t crying, but she was quiet. “Buffy?”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You know, for being
an evil bad ass vampire, you certainly apologize a lot.” She poked him in the
ribs lightly and laughed. He wasn’t laughing. “Hey...” she lifted her head up
and looked at him, “don’t worry about it.”
“I’m sorry.” He said
once more. “I know you’re still not over it.”
“It. Such a small
word to describe SO much stuff. Who knew a relationship would be so much work,
course I always said I wanted excitement. Having to kill your lover would
qualify, huh?” She smiled and put her head back down to listen to him purr. “It
was tough. It was horrible. It was sad and tragic and very Romeo and Juliet.
The forbidden love. But love shouldn’t hurt, it shouldn’t make you miserable.
The first two times Angel left, he had no choice. But he went to LA on his own.
He left me. He wanted me to move on and have someone who could make love to me
and someone who could give me a normal life.”
“Then you’ve highly
disappointed him.”
“Maybe. But his say
over who I date is completely gone. He left me. Simple and to the point. And I never
wanted a normal life anyway. My life isn’t normal, it never will be, it never
can be. I’m over the need for it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Would you just shut
up with the apologies? God, enough already. You didn’t do anything, ‘cept try
to kill me, but hey, we can overlook that, right?”
“I’m sorry about that
too.”
“If you’re not gonna
shut up on your own, I’ll have to make you.”
“I’m sorry I won’t
shut up.” He said smiling as she hopped up and straddled his hips.
“You’re so bloody
annoying!” She said coyly. “Guess I’ll have to MAKE you shut up.” She threw
herself down and plungued her tongue deep into his mouth. Her ferocity
surprised him at first, they hadn’t really fucked since before the dinner with
her mum. That had been wonderful, he loved MAKING love with her, but sometimes
he just wanted to have fun. Sometimes he just wanted to feel good. He felt
good, with her tongue jammed down his throat, plondering him shamelessly. Her
hand slid down his body and grasped his growing erection. She began pumping him
to hardness while she continued her savage attack on his mouth. She sucked on
his tongue hard, then bit it and he growled at her, his demon effectively
coming out to play.
Two could play at
that game. She sat upright, on her knees, while she continued playing with his
cock. He placed his hands at her shoulders and slowly began sliding them down
her body. She moaned softly as his eager fingers ran over her harden nipples.
His hands continued to slide down, but he quickly glided them back up taking
her breasts in his hands, massaging them slightly. He could smell her sex, her
arousal, he could feel it seeping out from between her legs. His hands ran down
over her navel and abdomen and he sat up slightly to be able to see her. Her
hands were around his cock and he watched her for a second. She caught his
yellow eyes and giggled softly. She backed up a little, allowing him to sit up
almost completely. She wrapped her hands around his neck and he growled after
they had left his screaming erection. She visciously pulled his mouth to her
breast and forced herself in his mouth, effectively cutting herself on his
fangs. He took her offering eagerly, sucking on her as her fingers resumed
their plight on his cock.
She threw her head
back laughing at her victory. He’d wanted to play, but he’d lost. She felt his
fangs bury themselves deeper in her breast, his tongue and mouth sucking away
at the blood. She wanted him, she was done playing. She lifted herself up a
little and positioned herself above the tip of his cock. She threw herself on
top of him, burying him fully within her body. He growled softly, but she
wanted more. She squeezed her vaginal muscles hard and he growled loudly,
sending ripples through her entire being. She began a fast pace, impaling
herself on him as hard as she possibly could, but it still wasn’t good enough
for her. She smiled wickedly as she got an idea. She threw all of her weight to
one side and rolled them over ont he floor, screaching as his fangs scrapped
across her breast. He landed between her legs, still buried deep inside.
What the hell did she
do that for? He was perfectly happy on the bed. “What was that for?” He
grumbled.
“Fuck me Spike.”
“I thought I was.”
“No. FUCK ME!” She
growled at him. It surprised him, she growled at him. She pulled her legs up
toward her shoulders, allowing him further entry. He wasn’t one to refuse a
lady. He pulled out and slammed back into her. Her entire body arched off the
floor as he began a fast rhythmn. He pulled almost completely out before slamming
back into her. He could hear her back hitting the hard wood floor and her nails
were sinking into his back. He smelled his own blood, he could feel it dripping
down. Her muscles were squeezing him so tight and she slammed up into his
downward thrusts. He looked down at her and she leaned her head over, bearing
her neck to him. Sooner than he could think she had pulled his face down to her
neck and his fangs were deep in her jugular.
She loved having him
inside her, in her neck and deep inside her core, she orgasmed, arching off the
floor before slamming back onto it as he came. He drank some before pulling his
fangs out of her. She rolled him over and sat up.
“Buffy?” She stood
up.
“Thanks. That was
great.”
“Where are you
going?”
“I’m going to get
something to eat. You may be able to feed during sex, but that’s a luxury I
don’t have.”
“Does it bother you?”
He got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
“What?”
“That I bite you
during sex?”
“If it did, it
wouldn’t happen.” He was concerned, she could see it on his face. Could she
tell him that she liked it? Would he think less of her if she, the Slayer, said
that she liked being bitten by him? Did SHE think less of herself? She WANTED
him to bite her and in fact she NEEDED him to bite her. She walked over to him
and pushed him back on the bed, spreading her body over his. “Can I tell you
something that will probably make all demons and vampires loose all respect and
fear of me?”
“Yes.”
“I like it.”
“What?”
“I like it when you
drink from me. I like feeling your fangs inside me and I like feeling you
sucking on my neck. I LOVE it even. Am I twisted?”
“No, you’re not.” She
kissed him lightly. This was an interesting turn of events. He knew he liked
it, he liked having warm blood, willing blood, from a slayer, from his slayer,
and he knew it enhanced his orgasm, but was never sure if she liked it.”You’re
not twisted love.”
“Yes I am. I mean
what kind of Slayer LETS vampires bite her?”
“Several actually. Think
about it Bethy, it’s the most forbidden thing for a slayer, and most slayers
are young and what do young kids like to do? They like to do whatever they’re
not supposed to do.”
“Thanks. I feel
better now. But I’m still twisted.”
“Yeah but that’s why
I love you so much.”
“Oh. Cool. I’m
hungry.” She got up. “Want anything?”
“Not that I can think
of.” She went downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed the
orange juice and began drinking before his blood caught her eye. She wondered what
it was like, what it tasted like. What was so appealing about it? She picked
the container up and took the lid off. She smelled it. It didn’t smell, not
that she could sense anyway. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply again. The
faintest sweetness washed over her. Without even thinking she raised it to her
lips and her tongue touched it. It was tangy, salty and sweet, she couldn’t
really figure out what it tasted like. It was blood. God it was blood. She put
the lid back on and closed the door. She grabbed a box of crackers and sat at
the table.
He didn’t want to say
anything, he didn’t want her to know he had seen her. He watched as she smelled
the red liquid he loved so much. She had tasted it. She sat at the table with
her crackers and he walked in. “Hey, so when is this party?”
“Tomorrow night. It
is my goal to be at the dorm tonight.”
“You mean no hot
monkey sex tonight?”
“Hot monkey sex?
Don’t you mean hot vampire sex?”
“Whatever.”
“I’m going to patrol
and then I’m going to study.”
“I’ll patrol with
you.”
“Okay.”
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She kicked the
vampire and he threw a punch. God, why couldn’t he just give up already? She
threw him across the graveyard and watched as Spike rushed him with a blow to
the head and a kick. She got her crossbow loaded and began aiming. Spike threw
the vampire over his shoulder. Damn. She couldn’t aim with Spike in the way.
Finally Spike grabbed him and held him while she aimed. She fired but a horned
demon rushed Spike and threw him aside. She threw the bow down and kicked the
vampire while throwing a roundhouse at the demon. “Okay, you get Fang. I’ll get
Horny.” He looked at her and grinned. She hit him lightly. “You know what I
mean.”
The vampire attacked,
throwing Spike over his shoulder. “You
shouldn’t have done that.” Spike vamped out and surprised the fledgling. He
pulled the stake from his pocket and stabbed the vampires heart. “Sorry.” He
said as he watched him crumble to dust.
Buffy grabbed the
demon and knocked him over. She kicked his knee and slammed her elbow into his
back before taking her knife out and stabbing him. She threw her weapon aside
in time to hear Spike say, “Sorry.”
“Whoo! Vampire-demon
tag team. Who says we can’t all get along?”
“I’ve never seen that
before.”
“I know.” She walked
over to him, brushing some dust off his chest. “Vampires hate demons, right?
That’s still the rule?”
“Yes.”
“So I guess we should
tell Giles about this.” She said as his hand snaked around her waist drawing
her close to him.
“Right, tell Watcher.”
She ground herself against him.
“As soon as
possible.”
“Yeah.” He picked her
up and her legs wrapped around his waist. He slammed into the wall of a
moseleum and his hands were inside her shirt, hers in his. He felt her mouth on
his neck, biting him, sucking on his skin. He was glad they lived so close to
the school and cemetery. “We’re never gonna make it home like this Bethy.”
“You’re right.” She
kissed him once more and jumped off him. “Race you home.” She took off and he
ran after her.
She didn’t spend the
night at the dorms.
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“There’s always been
great discord between them. And yet you say that the demon went to the
vampire’s aid. The two were working as a team?”
“Everything except
giving each other little pats on the behind.” Buffy was so adorably sexy. Her
hand was on his, her fingers interlocked with his. His other hand was on the
small of her back under her shirt,
running small circles on her warm skin. Last night had been wonderful, making
love, shagging, fucking, they’d done it all, from tender to rough, sweet to
hard and fast. She was incredible.
“Extraordinariliy
odd. As a rule, demons have no empathy for any of the species other than their
own. In fact, most think of vampires as abominations. Mixing human blood and
all. Am I correct on this Spike?”
“Hmm?” He was being
spoken to. “Oh, right vampires and demons, right... we don’t typically get
along, not to help each other anyway.”
“So what brought
these two together?” Willow asked.
“I’m thinking Adam.”
Buffy said. “Think about it. Who better to bring together a bunch of demon
types than someone who’s made out of a bunch of demon types. Plus we know the
vamps at the church were sent by Adam.”
“So he’s um...
bridging the gap between the races.” Tara spoke quietly. He looked at her, she
was nice looking. She liked Willow, more than in just a friendly way. He smiled
and began drawing hearts on her back.
“Like Martin Luther
King.” Willow quipped.
“Um, I suggest that
over the next several nights, you two concentrate your patrol in the same area.
If there’s any other peculiar pairings or groupings, you let me know.”
“No can do tonight
Giles. We’re having a party in our new house.” Buffy said.
“Excuse me?”
“We’re having a small
gathering of friends. Relax, nothing is gonna happen. The Initiative will be
out on patrol, no worries. You’re welcome to come Giles.”
“Well, as much as I
long for a good kegger, I have other plans. The Expresso Pump. There’s a
meeting.”
“Great. Then we’ll
all have one night off. Will, can I talk to you?”
“Sure, we’ll go to
our room?”
“Sure. Spike,
coming?” Spike held her hand as they followed Willow and Tara to their room.
“What do you want
Buffy?”
“I want you to get
into the Initiative’s computer system and find all of Maggie’s files.”
“Why?” Willow and
Tara sat on Red’s bed. Spike flopped on Buffy’s bed. This conversation was
going to be interesting.
“Don’t freak out
Willow, but I want to you to find out how to get the chip out of his head.”
“YOU WANT ME TO DO
WHAT?” Willow stood up.
“I know what you’re
thinking Willow, but it’s not right. Some soldiers don’t get to decide what’s
right and who should be able to hurt people and who shouldn’t, it’s not theit
job to defang vampires, or cage demons up. It’s just not right, and it’s not
fair. If he was mugged, he couldn’t defend himself and that’s not right.”
“YEAH ANDIF’S HE
HUNGRY HE’LL KILL SOME INNOCENT! HOW IS THAT FAIR? Buffy, you can’t just go and
let killers free. I hate to bring it up, but do you remember another killer you
let loose? Ms. Calendar died, and Giles got hurt and Xander, and me, and you...
not to mention my fish or people that should have graduated with us.”
“I know Willow. But
just because he CAN kill doesn’t mean that he WILL kill.”
“Is that true Spike?”
Willow asked him.
“Yes. I promise not
to kill any of you, Slayer would have my head for that.”
“Yeah but you’re
evil. He’s evil Buffy, he says so himself. He doesn’t try to hide that.”
“Willow, look what he
did for Dru! He came to me to get rid of Angel because he loved Dru. He
kidnapped you for her, and he hit his Sire for her. He loves me too.”
“You’re saying that
you’re just going to stop killing?” Willow looked at him, she was scared, he
could smell it. Scared for herself, but mainly for Buffy.
“You don’t have to
kill to feed. It’s just more fun. Besides, there’s plenty of low life human
scum that could use a good life threatening experience.” He sat up and Buffy
took his hand as they sat, while Willow processed it. “And I’ll be more than
happy to provide that experience.”
“How can you be sure
Buffy?”
“Because I trust him
and I love him. That’s all I need. Please Willow, I... WE need this.”
“I’ll see what I can
do. What are you going to tell Giles?”
“I’m not. Not right
now. Let’s just see if we can figure out what we need to know.”
“Fine. Tara,” she
said turning to her friend, “we better scram, Wicca group.”
“Yea, Wicca group.”
The girl sounded less than thrilled.
“I know, they are not
real witches, but it’s interesting, and it gives us something to laugh about
later.” They laughed as they left. “See you later tonight Buffy.”
“Bye.” She flopped
down and he followed suit. “I guess you’re stuck here today, sorry.”
“No I’m not. I got my
duster, I’ll go later. I’m tired.”
“So am I, I didn’t
get much sleep last night, no thanks to you.” She nestled into him and he held
her.
“You’re the one who
felt the need to christen every room in the house.”
“Hey if we’re having
a wild party, we should be the first to have sex in every room. And you had
fun.”
“I know I did.”
“I’m sore though.”
“Where?” He asked.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s just normal
wear and tear I guess. You didn’t hurt me.”
“Tara is nice.” He
said.
“Yes. I like her, she’s
good for Willow. Ever since the curse on Angel, she’s wanted to do more magic
and now she is. She’s getting much better. She’s been floating roses and things
like that. She got my body back from Faith, the psycho bitch from Hell.
Everytime I think about my body and Riley, I get wigged.”
“It’s good you don’t
remember it.”
“It is and I hope
she’s got a big old scar from you. AND I hope it gets infected.”
“Hey, I clean my
teeth thank you very much.” He rubbed her head gently. “Tara likes Willow.”
“Duh, they’re
friends.”
“No. Tara LIKES
Willow.”
“Oh stop.”
“I’m serious. I can
tell. I’m very good at reading people. I’ve spent over a hundred years studying
and stalking people Bethy, I can tell.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Question is,
does Willow like Tara?”
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It wasn’t as if he
despised parties. Back in the day, Angelus and Drusilla and himself would
attend all sorts of parties. It was so much more fun mingling with the humans,
being in their society, knowing them on a first name basis. And it was fun
watching them scream as their dear friends killed them. But this party was
turning out to be more than he thought. Plus those damn soldiers showed up.
Why? He hadn’t invited them into his house, but Buffy had. She was still friends
with that Riley guy. He didn’t like him too much, but Buffy for some reason,
trusted him. So here he was standing with Xander and demon girl watching Buffy
talk to Riley and Willow across the room, trying to get some hidden information
about the chip.
Cor she was
beautiful! Everything about her was his, her sweet aroma, her gorgeous legs,
her skin, her hair, all was for him. She was so willling to give herself to
him, completely. He caught her eyes and zeroed in on her heartbeat, on her
scent. She wanted him. He could just imagine her naked. She lifted her eyebrow
suggestively and looked up at the ceiling. He looked at her mouth. “Fuck me.”
Her lips said. He nodded and she smiled as she excused herself from the
conversation. She headed for the main stairs, he headed for the ones in the
kitchen.
“SPIKE! Wait!” Willow
caught up with him.
“What? I’m busy.”
“Doing what?” She
asked, he had to listen to her, he didn’t want to tell her the truth. “I just
thought you’d like to know that I found some of Maggie’s files on the behavior
modification project. I’m working on decoding it. I’m hoping it’ll give us a
location and a design, and how it works. Just wanted to let you know, you may
be chipless in a few weeks.”
“I’m not going to
kill people Red, relax. I promised Buffy and I meant it, but I just can’t go on
like this. I can’t even shove someone out of the way without getting zapped. I
jumped at Buffy one time, joking with her and it went off. It’s just not
natural.”
“I know. But still,
if you start hurting people, I won’t hesitate cursing you and then you won’t be
happy, you’ll be Mr. Broody Junior.”
“Please don’t do
that. I don’t know how the poof survives without staking himself.” She left and
he ran up the stairs. He opened the door to their bedroom and she was naked,
legs spread wide on the bed, her fingers deep inside her. “Starting without
me?” He asked.
“You took... too...
long...” she said thrusting up into her own hand. He threw his clothes off and
climbed onto the bed.
“Allow me.” He said,
pulling her fingers out. He kissed her forearm and ran his tongue to the tips
of her dripping fingers and sucked on them. “You taste so good.” She groaned,
wanting more. He slipped his fingers in where hers had been and thrust them in
and out of her. Her hands ran down his back to caress his ass before finding
his hard cock.
“You’re too far.”
“I’m right here
Bethy.” He said through licks.
“You’re too far
away.” She pulled his head to hers and kissed him passionately. “Please come inside.
I need you inside me so much.” He laid down behind her and wrapped his arms
around her.
“Bethy? I love you so
much.” He whispered in her ear, before entering her slick channel. “God you’re
so hot.” He thrust into her as she bucked back into his grip. He buried his
face in her hair, loving the smell of her, and the softness of it. His hands
snaked down around her waist and he allowed her to thrust her bundle of nerves
into his thumb. He could feel himself entering her, the tip of his finger
stroked himself as he pulled out and plungued back inside her warmth. She felt
so good, the world seem to disappear as he dove into her again and again.
She wrapped one arm
around his head and pulled him into her neck as he kissed her. They’d never
really done this before. She was unaware you could from behind, it felt so
good. His hands were free to do whatever he wanted. His rhythm was slow and
sensual. Her other hand slipped down to join his. She placed her hand over his
and felt herself, and his moving penis. God! She came at the contact, but he
bit her lightly and she came again as he continued pumping in and out of her.
She felt his cool essence bathe her insides and she laid there, barely out of
breath.
She wanted more. She
began to thrust into his hips again. His fingers started rubbing her nubbin
again. She pulled away and flipped on top of him, impaling herself on his
hardening cock. “Never stop loving me William.” She lifted her hips and threw
herself back onto him as she bit into his neck.
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“BUFFY!” He screamed
as she rode him. Her hands pushed down on his for support as she continued to
drive herself onto him. Suddenly the door swung open and the world seemed to be
much more clear.
“GOD XANDER! DON’T
YOU KNOCK?” He looked up and Xander and Anya blinked once and turned away. They
looked like hell. Buffy looked back down at him and shrugged as she picked up
her rhythm again.
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“God I can’t believe
you guys went through all that. I mean, we had no idea. We were like animals,
like zombies.”
“That must have been
horrible.” Willow commented.
“Um, yeah it was
awful.” Buffy said winking at him.
“Liar.” Willow hit
her friend lightly and got up for a soda. “I love the place though, it’s
beautiful. And it’s a lot more now since the evil spirits are gone.”
“Isn’t it great
Willow? Ooo, you should see his computer.”
“You have a computer
Spike?”
“And he knows how to
use it. It’s impressive.”
“Then why don’t you
decode Maggie’s files?”
“Cause you’re so good
at it Will. How is it coming anyway?”
“It’s not. She’s got
it encrypted like five times. Must have been some huge project, I wonder if
anyone else at the Initiative knows about it, like that other doctor guy.”
“I don’t know.” Buffy
said, leaning back onto Spike’s chest. “OOO!” She jumped up elbowing him in the
process.
“BLOODY HELL!”
“Oh, sorry. I’ll kiss
it make it better later.” She turned to Willow. “I wonder what Maggie’s doctorette
thesis was about. Maybe she did research with behavior modification. That’s a
big field isn’t it? With kids and serial killers and things like that, maybe
she has a background with it.”
“You can check into
that Buffy. That’s a good idea. But I gotta go now.”
“Later.” Buffy said
as Willow ran out the door. She stood up and took the glasses tot he sink. She
rinsed them out and turned to find a naked Spike laying on the table, fully
erect.
“Well?” He asked.
“Well what?”
“You said you’d kiss
it and make it better.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So kiss it and make
it better.” He said motioning to his erection.
“I didn’t hurt your
dick.”
“True, but you never
specified WHAT you would kiss and make better.”
She laughed. “I
didn’t, did I?” She walked over to him stripping. “I guess I’d better make good
on my offer then.”
And she did.
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