Slaindeer Games

By Larilyn

Rating- NC-17 baby

Summary- The morning after Life Serial…the geeks aren’t finished playing their reindeer games. Much Spuffiness ensues.

Notes- Thanks to my Splendiforous beta Alana who is…well…splendiforous.

Disclaimer- Joss owns everything and everyone. I own some dryer lint.

Chapter Seven- Power Play

"Red?" Spike asked, his flask dangling from his fingers. "What brings you here?"

He sat on the cold stone of his sarcophagus and watched as Willow approached him. She hopped up next to him and sat cross-legged on the slab. "Buffy here?"

Truthfully, he answered, "Haven’t seen her." Haven’t seen her since we shagged like bunnies and then got in a fight over you, Wicca.

"Oh… she split after the Scooby meeting. Haven’t seen her all day. Guess she’s patrolling, now, huh?"

Spike took the girl in, "Want a drink, ducks?"

Willow sighed and smiled, "Yes. Very much yes."

Spike was about to retrieve a shot glass, but she grabbed the flask from his hand and took a deep swig. He watched in amusement as her eyes widened a bit and a shudder went through her body. She took another drink and then passed it back to Spike.

Before he took another sip he observed, "You look like a girl with a lot on her mind." He took a drink and then offered, "Another?"

"Don’t mind if I do." Again, she reacted to the drink with a silent shudder. "Good stuff."

Spike smiled at her, "Girl appreciates the finer things."

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. Once or twice, Willow tossed her rich red hair over her shoulder. Damn chip. If I had a dime for every time I’ve thought of biting her…should’ve that night I kidnapped her and the whelp. Cor, what a pair we’d have made…but no…had to fall in love with the Slayer.

"I miss her," Willow said softly.

Wha? Oh Buffy. "Well what with the dead and the crazy talk and the pox…"

"No," Willow asserted. "It’s been for a while. Since she came back. She’s just not…"

Willow noticed that the vampire’s eyes were cast toward the floor. "Spike? Do you know something that you aren’t telling me?" He took in her face, concern written there so obvious that any idiot could see it. "I know she’s having some trouble. Dealing. But if I’m gonna help her…"

Little flashes of anger sparked in Spike’s otherwise cool blue eyes. You’ve done quite enough, Red. "Give her time. She’ll be back to the old self-righteous, holier-than-thou, pain in the ass Buffy that we love in no time."

"I guess so." She stood to leave. "I should go."

"Hey Sweet Bit?" he asked before she made it out of the crypt. "Can I have my flask back?"

***

Buffy felt him before she heard him. That little twinge in her brain that screamed vampire, and then another, less subtle twinge between her legs…that vampire.

His voice rumbled in the darkness of the empty cemetery, "Hello luv."

She didn’t turn; she just kept walking, fully aware that he was following her. Without a glance back, she acknowledged, "Spike."

"Still mad at me then?"

"Yes." She took a few more steps. Buffy turned around. Her features fell. "No. As much as I hate to admit it, and believe me I hate to admit it, you were right. I have been distancing myself from them."

Her vampire lover ambled over to her side, taking her hand in his. They walked side by side. Buffy continued, "The pox is gone. Willow and the others are trying to figure out who’s messing with me. Everyone’s trying to fix my life."

"Doesn’t look too bad from here. Your life, I mean."

"Sure, I resent my friends for pulling me out of Heaven, I can barely talk to them, I can barely stand to be with them, and I’m sleeping with…"

"…A neutered vampire who cheats at kitten poker?" he finished with a grin.

"I was gonna say my ex-arch enemy, but yeah." Buffy turned to face him. She pointed to his duster pocket. "You got any whiskey in there?"

"Getting tanked isn’t gonna solve your problems, bit."

"I know but…fun!" Over her shoulder, Spike saw a demon approaching.

"How ‘bout a different kind of fun, Slayer?"

Buffy turned around. The demon was slithering toward her. She used her helpless girly girl voice. "Hello big scary monster guy. Please don’t eat me and my boyfriend." She looked at the demon more closely. "Oops, no mouth. My bad. Hope you don’t have a complex about that."

She kicked the monster in the gut. It doubled over. Spike cracked it over the head. Angered, it turned to attack Spike, swinging its knife at the vampire, nearly slicing him several times. Buffy took the opportunity to leap onto the demon’s back. While it struggled with its wiggling cargo, Spike wrestled the demon’s knife from its gray, scaly hand. With a thunderous crack, Spike’s other hand connected with the demon’s jaw, it staggered, falling onto Buffy. Spike plunged the knife into its gut.

"Dead now?" she asked.

Spike nodded and kicked the body off of her. He extended his hand and helped her up from the ground.

"You know, I think I’ve killed one of those before."

Spike shrugged, "Seen one demon, you’ve seen ‘em all."

"Especially those nasty vampires," Buffy teased. "All bumpy and growly and scary."

Nothing like a fight to turn the girl on. God I can smell her. "They’re a menace," he growled. "So tell me Slayer, what would you do with one if you caught one?"

"Maybe…let him take me to his crypt. Let him have his way with me."

"Now is this any vampire, or one in particular?"

***

They fell onto the bed in frenzy, shedding clothes as they kissed and grabbed and teased each other.

Spike was completely naked when Buffy pushed him down onto the mattress. He had removed her boots, skirt and panties, but her top was still covering her upper body.

She crawled on top of him, straddling him with her knees on each side of his hips and his cock pressed against the outer lips of her pussy. "Like the view, Spike?"

He nodded breathlessly and gasped, "Your top. Take it off."

"No," she said. "I’ve got some ground rules, vampire."

He grinned slightly as his lover took control.

"No touching unless I tell you to. No talking unless I ask you a question. Got that vampire?"

"Yes."

"Yes, Slayer," she instructed, bucking her hips forward to tease his swollen sex.

"Yes Slayer."

"Good boy." Spike watched in rapture as Buffy slid her hand down between her legs and began working her already swollen bud. "You like to watch, vampire?"

"Yes, Slayer."

Her fingers spiraled around her clit. Buffy’s breath started to come in little gasps. Her hips rocked against her hand.

Spike watched as she gave up teasing herself with her fingers and used the movement of her hips to push herself against her hand. She cried out and pitched backward, giving Spike a fantastic view of her spasming pussy.

"God Slayer," he gasped, his own erection so hard it was beginning to cause him pain.

"I said," she hissed, her body still convulsing in orgasm. "No talking."

She rose back up and ran her hands up his chest. They stopped at his throat. She exerted no pressure, but Spike still felt as if he was choking.

"Now you don’t get to watch." Buffy repositioned herself so she was straddling him backwards. He could only see the back of her head, her covered back and her perfect little ass. She eased her clenching cunt down onto his cock.

Buffy squeezed her knees into the mattress, lifting herself a few inches off of him and then relaxed, her weight slamming back down onto him. She repeated this motion endlessly. Until Spike broke control of his demon.

He roared and grabbed her waist, pitching her forward onto her hands and knees. Spike let his demon take over. He slammed into her. His balls slapped against her ass in a frenzied rhythm.

"Sssspike," she cried out. "Bite me."

"No," he growled. His game face was out in full force and he was short on restraint.

"Bite me!" she demanded.

Again, he screamed, "No!" and came in a violent rush.

**

Spike was facing away from her. Buffy traced her fingers along the muscles of his bare back down to the sheet the covered his lower half. He hadn’t spoken to her…not a word.

"Spike?" she asked quietly.

He grunted a response. Oh yeah, he’s pissed at me. And do I care? No I don’t. Nope. Not caring Buffy. Also known as kidding herself Buffy. "I’m sorry… that I asked you to bite me."

His voice was strained with anger, and he didn’t move when he responded acidly, "You didn’t ask. You demanded."

"Baby…" Buffy placed a butterfly kiss on his shoulder.

"I get enough from your Scoobies about me hurting you. I’m not about to go and prove it."

She whispered into his flesh, "I’m sorry."

"I know you don’t love me," he told her in a pitiful tone.

"I think…" she started. Hopefully, Spike turned over, holding her in his ice blue gaze. "…I can. Give me time, ok? I’ll figure it all out." She grazed his face with her fingertips, tracing his sculpted cheekbones lovingly. "Do I have to figure it out alone?"

As his lips descended to meet hers, he promised, "You’ll never be alone."

***

"That’s it?" Warren demanded. "That was your big demon encounter?"

Jonathan agreed, "Took all of five seconds for Spike to kill it."

"Oh just you wait…" Andrew smugly replied. "She got its blood on her."

Warren waited for the punch line, when it didn’t come, he flung out his arms and yelled, "So?"

"So… the Slayer will be given an aspect of the demon."

Jonathan asked, "What, like a tail?"

End part 7