Growing Up on the Hellmouth Part 8

TITLE: Growing Up on the Hellmouth pt 8/?
AUTHOR: Faery
FEEDBACK: Remember, feedback is like a cattle prod�the more you hit
me with it, the faster I write :-)
DISTRIBUTION: I would be honoured, just let me know first.
PAIRING: Spike/Dawn
RATING: I'll say R for some dirty pillow talk and heavy petting
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all. Joss rules all. But if he ever wants to
give up Spike I'd be more than happy to play with him for a while.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not beta's and written in the wake of moving out
stress. I'm finally home for the summer, but I can't use my own
computer yet, so things may be a bit disjointed since I have no
access to my saved file of all the parts. Oh well :-) Also, big
thanks to Cookie for the idea of making Spike beg.
SUMMARY: Spike has to deal with the repercussions of Dawn seeing him
and Buffy together.

"Beg for me, Spike"

At Dawn's words, Spike's demeanor immediately changed. When he found
out she had caught him with Buffy, he had felt like a forlorn lover
who would do anything to get back in his love's good favours. But
her taunting words sent a thrill through him. He went from looking
like a whipped puppy whose tail was between its legs to a hungry
wolf, ready to eat up the little girl in front of him. Spike slid
off the couch and knelt before Dawn. First, he made a show of
touching his forehead to the ground at her feet. Then he practically
slithered off the ground and up her legs.

"Please forgive me, kitten," Spike said in his sexiest voice. He
positioned himself between her legs and placed a kiss on the inside
of her jean-clad knee. As he continued to crawl forward, her legs
spread wider and wider apart to accommodate him. Spike continued his
assault, planting soft kisses along the top of her thigh and then
trailing his tongue across the waistband of her jeans until he
reached her navel.

"Forgive me, pet and I can show how much fun begging can be."

Spike undid the button of her jeans with his teeth and rested his
head against her stomach, awaiting further instruction from Dawn
before going any further. The whole time, Dawn had grown more and
more excited, until she finally reached a point where her whole body
was trembling. At first she had thought it would be fun to turn the
tables on Spike, embarrass him and make him beg, but she again found
herself mentally flailing for control. Her body was experiencing a
slew of new sensations, but her mind was blowing all the warning
bells and screaming "STOP!"

Dawn ran her fingers through Spike's hair, but instead of pushing his
head down, as he was so eager for her to do, she slid her fingers
under his chin and brought his head up to look her in the eyes. "Not
yet, Spike," she said gently. "I'm not ready, and if you care about
me at all, you'll respect that. I want to be more than a cheap fling
to you."

"Cor, luv�I could wait years for you. Hell, I could wait all of
eternity. But, you might not have eternity. You might not even have
years. Just remember, Carpe Diam and all that rot. Don't let too
many opportunities pass you by." Spike licked Dawn's belly-button
one last time, a grin plastered across his face, before he forced
himself to comply to her wishes. He let his hands slide across her
waist to her middle, and rather than slide her jeans down to the
floor he reverently buttoned them back up.

Dawn let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She
didn't know if she could have turned Spike down again. Her stomach
muscles tightened ever time he touched her, and just him looking at
her made her tingle all over. She couldn't even imagine what it
would feel like if she let him have his way.

"So, where do we go from here, pet?"

Dawn extricated herself from around Spike, moving so that her legs
were beside him rather than wrapped around him. With a nervous look
in her eyes, she timidly asked, "Could you teach me how to bite?"

Spike had a feeling that he knew what she was getting at, but he
decided to play with her a bit. "Well, it's not all that difficult.
Open mouth, insert object, close mouth. Simple, really. Even a
child, supposing she had teeth and all."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!" Dawn fumed. "The other
night, when you bit me... you made me feel good all over."

"Well first off, if you want to play these games, you have to stop
with the bloody euphemisms. I gave you an orgasm. C'mon... you can
say it... or-gas-um. If you can't even say it, you certainly aren't
old enough to experience it."

Dawn glared at Spike, resolve written across her face. "When you bit
me, you gave me an ORGASM," Dawn said loudly, blushing despite
herself. "I want to be able to make you feel good too, but I don't
know how. When I bit you before, all I did was hurt you."

"It's all about the mood, luv. Hauling off and taking a chunk out of
a fellow's shoulder isn't all that seductive. It's all about making
the person want it... want it so badly it doesn't matter what the
cost."

Spike peered deeply into Dawn's eyes, and she knew with absolute
certainty that Spike had had much experience with this. Many years
of experience. "It's a good thing you aren't that patient, Spike"
Dawn said in a quavering voice. "I have a feeling you could seduce
just about anyone into opening a vein if you took the time."

"Oh, believe me kitten, I have. I've had male and female alike
screaming my name as I drained them dry, a smile still lingering on
their faces as their empty corpses fell to the ground. Hell, if I'd
known all it took was for human to take a fancy to being bitten, I
wouldn't have come crawling to the Slayer and her lot, stupid sod
that I was, beggin' for even a cup of pig's blood. That's no way to
live. Humiliating it is."

Dawn recoiled in horror. She shoved him away from her as hard as she
could, yelling, "well if that's how you feel, then why don't you just
go! I showed you how to get around the chip... you don't need me
anymore."

Spike wiped away the tears forming in Dawn's eyes. "Don't you see,
pet? I don't want anybody else. I thought it would make you feel
all special, knowing that I could have anyone and I choose you."

"Do...do you mean it? You really would rather have me?"

"Hell, luv. That's what I've been trying to show you all night."

"But you can't survive off of just me. I don't have enough blood to
keep you alive."

"Funny thing that. I haven't felt hungry since I fed off of you the
other night. Somethin' about your blood. It's special. It quenched
the thirst like nothing I've ever tasted. Not even Slayer blood was
that potent. So maybe I can live off of just you...be fun for both
of us, I'd wager. And if I have to, I'll rob a blood drive. No more
pigs blood for this vampire. A fellow had to have his dignity."

Dawn laughed at Spike. The whole time he was ranting about vampire
pride, he had been on his knees at her feet. "Yeah, Spike. You're
real dignified. Yup." Spike laughed too as he realized his
predicament. With a mock growl, he lunged at Dawn, pinning her
beneath him on his couch.

"Didn't anybody ever teach you not to make fun of a vampire?"

"Buffy does it all the time, and she gets away with it."

Spike stiffened for a second at the mention of Buffy's name. Then he
let his good mood take precedence. "But you're not Buffy, kitten. I
thought we'd already established that." Dawn's eyes glowed at the
recognition that she was her own person and not an extension of
Buffy. She was about to lean up and kiss him, when Spike
continued, "And Buffy is also not currently pinned beneath a
vampire. I'd say you are at a disadvantage, luv."

Dawn squirmed at the challenge in his voice, trying to get away, but
Spike was too strong for her. With a wicked glint in her eye, Dawn
decided to changer her tactics. She leaned up and licked Spike's
neck. He loosened the grip on her hands and he closed his eyes and
groaned. The distraction was enough and Dawn slipped out from under
him, causing him to plop down on his side, filling the spot on the
couch where she had been moments before. Dawn giggled as she tried
to run away, but Spike was too quick. He wrapped his arm around her
waist and pulled her onto his lap as he rotated into a sitting
position. For the second time that evening, Dawn found herself with
her legs wrapped around Spike's waist.

Dawn was flushed and excited. Amusement gleamed in her eyes. Spike
leaned over and whispered, "so, are you ready to learn, nibblet?"
Dawn steadied herself and nodded in agreement.

"Pay attention, luv. It'd be a shame to have to do this over and
over again."

Dawn had a feeling Spike really wouldn't mind `teaching' her over and
over again, but she paid rapt attention anyway.

"Now, you have to start out slow...making sure the other person is
relaxed." Spike started rubbing circles on Dawn's back as he licked
her neck. After an initial tensing, he could almost feel her melting
in his arms.

"Then let your teeth graze the other person's neck. Light at first,
then harder. Mix it up... never doing the same thing for too long.
Variety is the key." Spike then lowered his teeth to her neck, first
barely letting them touch. Then, letting his fangs extend, he grazed
them lightly over her pulse point. His teeth switched back to blunt
again as he bit down, hard enough to only leave a slight indent.

"You getting the idea, luv?" Dawn had let her eyes drift shut and
she was breathing heavily from the attention. "Yeah," she said in a
distracted tone, "I think I'm getting it."

"This next part is the best for us bloodsuckers. When you get to
sink your fangs into that warm, soft flesh and the blood fills your
mouth. You'll have to live with merely biting down a bit hard at the
point." Ending his speech, Spike attacked her neck again, still
sucking gently for a moment before sinking his fangs into his mark
from the night before.

A long moan escaped Dawn's mouth as Spike drank from her again, his
sucking pulsing in time with her body's contractions. Spike only
took a couple of mouthfuls before extracting his fangs and merely
holding the trembling girl against his chest.

Spike leaned his head back against the top of the couch, savouring
the taste of blood in his mouth. He was totally unprepared when
Dawn's mouth began to lave at his neck.

"God, Dawn!" he moaned, his eyes half-shut in lust. "I think you've
got it, luv."

Dawn licked her way down to the juncture of the shoulder and neck.
She began lightly nibbling before biting down hard. Spike arched his
back and growled something inarticulate. Dawn jumped when she felt
something hard pushing into the inside of her thigh, but she did not
stop her attack. She worked her way back up Spike's neck and trailed
kisses along his jaw line until she reached his lips. She gave his
lips the same treatment she'd given his neck. Sucking first before
gently nibbling and biting. Spike wanted nothing more than to slam
her to the ground and ravage her, but he clenched his fists and kept
himself restrained. He felt the tentative nature of Dawn's lips
against his, and he wanted to give her total control.

Dawn grew more confident as Spike let out small moans. Bravely, she
deepened the kiss, her tongue tentatively tasting the inside of his
mouth. Again Spike found himself caught unawares as Dawn bit down
hard on his bottom lip. Blood filled her mouth and Dawn hungrily
suckled at Spike's mouth. Spike couldn't take it anymore. He
slipped his hands under her shirt and around her waist, roughly
pulling her closer to him. His fangs sliced her lip as he began to
ravage her mouth with a vengeance. Both parties groaned as their
blood mixed in each other's mouths.

Dawn's eyes snapped open as she felt her blood mix with Spike's. For
a second she knew him. She could see every detail of his life, years
worth of knowledge in an instant. She saw even further back, to
Drusilla and Angelus. All the way back to the first. She knew them
all.

Spike experienced something very similar. A collage of images
barraged him as he saw everything the monks had planted into her
mind. But beyond that there was nothing. No images, no memories,
only blindingly white light. Power seeped into him, effusing his
being, as he clutched Dawn closer to him.

As their visions faded, Spike and Dawn were left gazing into each
other's wide eyes. Trembling, Spike choked out, "Blood of my Blood I
bind you," before they both collapsed into unconsciousness.

Faery