Title: The dark gnawing
Author's Notes: Although I find him disturbing, I like dark Spike. And I like pain. 
 Since I am unfortunately not part of the Buffyverse, I cooperated with the inevitable 
 and put Spike and Buffy together. A story not for the faint-of-heart. And yes, I know 
 I'm a sick puppy.	
Begun: 5/21/02


	Her face was cold as she entered the crypt that evening. Spike hopped off the lid of his tomb and stalked to her, 
 a smirk appearing on his face. "What happened to 'the most degrading night of my life' there, Slayer?"
	
	Her fist connected to his nose in a burst of pain, and snarling, he returned the favor with a backhand. She 
 stumbled back a few steps, then launched herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs around his cold body and attacked 
 his mouth. Spike braced himself and kissed her back just as hard. 
	
	He yelped and pulled back in astonishment; he raised a hand to his lip and saw the blood on his fingers. Buffy 
 licked his blood off her own lips, her eyes blank and challenging. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. This was more 
 of a fight than a bought of vigorous lovemaking. As he'd told her, he was through being her chew-toy, but maybe she'd 
 like to be his? He grinned evilly. How much did baby want to play?
	
	Spike let his demon come to the fore, feeling his fangs emerge. He growled in her face and snarled low, "If you 
 want to play rough, Slayer, know what you're getting into."


	She tossed her long hair back and looked at him expectantly. Her silence unnerved him a bit, but he plunged ahead, 
 curious and eager to know how far she'd let him take this. "There won't be any 'safe' words, I won't stop if you say no, 
 and I won't quit until I'm good and ready to. And you'll be leaving here hurting, presuming I let you go, that is."
	
	Buffy flushed and paled by turns, his last words making her eyes glint dangerously, but also, Spike noticed 
 gleefully, with not a little interest. Ducking her head to rest on his shoulder, he felt her nod against his neck and 
 he let loose. 
	
	A fist in that gorgeous golden hair pulled her back so he could glare at her eye-to eye. Continuous sub-vocal 
 growls were coming out of him, and he jerked hard, pleased with her gasp and the awkward angle her neck was stretched 
 to, just right for him to smash his mouth down atop hers. 
	
	She whimpered when his fangs cut her lips, but that was quickly and effectively cut off when he dragged her tongue 
 into his mouth. His other hand crept up to encircle her neck, and he could feel her stiffen. Perfect. 
	
	He pulled back enough to nibble on her lips, puncturing tiny blood vessels that he swept his tongue across roughly, 
 opening them further and granting him access to the Slayer's blood. When the drops hit his palate, he was almost physically 
 rocked back by the explosion of taste, power, lust and pain. Beautiful, dark, delirious, delicious pain. Yet she pressed 
 close, her arms still holding him tight against her.
	
	He let his fingers circle the slim column of her neck, scraping his fingernails along the tender nape. Separating 
 himself from the Slayer's lips he let his coldest mask descend, as he stared into her eyes and let his fingers tighten 
 imperceptibly. He nuzzled her cheek, along her cheekbone to her ear, which he traced with his tongue, feeling her shiver. 
 Tighter his grasp got, accompanying the swirling motion of his tongue down into the whorl and shell of her ear. He placed 
 his thumb delicately over the spot where her jaw met her neck, just above the larynx and began to press. 
	
	He tightened the hand in her hair and used it to pull/push her a few feet, backing her into one of the pillars 
 around the crypt. Returning to her ear, he lipped at the soft fleshy lobe before pulling it into his mouth. Sucking, he 
 stepped into her body, pinning her to the rock, and tensed. Abruptly he did several things at once: yanked her hair, 
 shoved in her throat with his thumb, and bit into her ear. Buffy tried to scream, but her air was well and truly cut off, 
 and she wheezed against him instead. Her hands twisted into claws and she scratched his arms, his back, his cheeks, and at 
 either side of his face. Spike released her ear, and let her grip pull him away, but only dived back in, to her mouth this 
 time. He eased up marginally, and she sucked in air as Spike twined his tongue around hers.
	
	He released in a few moments, and looked at her. He face was flushed with all the blood that had rushed there, her 
 hair was a twisted, tangled mess, and in her eyes was fear. He swelled at that, his body instantly hard. It had been a  
 long time since he'd seen fear in his victim's eyes. And it dawned on him - that's what she was. He scratched his nails 
 down the side of her face considering, absently leaving red welts in his wake. Why was she flirting with this darkness? 
 Words to the contrary, he didn't really think she wanted to die - she just wanted the pain to end. He cocked his head 
 and grinned evilly at her. Aha. Exchange one pain for another, then? He was delighted to oblige.