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.

Buffy picked up Spike’s hairless kitten and massaged her ear. The little feline’s purr echoed through the crypt. Spike heard Buffy’s voice hitch as she cooed, "Good kitty."

Then, Spike’s Slayer started to cry. Her breath came in little gasps as she held back her oncoming tears. The vampire took the kitten from her arms and replaced it with his own body.

"God," Buffy choked, pressing her cheek into the soft, worn, cotton of Spike’s T-shirt. "Is this some kind of cosmic joke? I get ripped out of Heaven so I can experience hell on earth?"

Spike murmured into her hair, "Scoobies are resourceful. We’ll be all right, Buffy."

"Spike…" Buffy looked up into his eyes, "I…I’m going to be lost…soon. Before that happens, would you…?"

Buffy stepped back and worked the buttons of her blouse. It slid to the floor, followed by the rest of her clothes. She stood naked in front of her lover and demanded, "Make love to me Spike."

He reached for her and together they stripped Spike of his clothing. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Spike cradled her in his lap. One arm supported her back and the other slid between her creamy thighs to taste her syrupy juices. Buffy’s breath came in humid pants against his neck.

He massaged her sex and watched her come to life under his touch. While he stroked her he murmured a running monologue.

"I love you, Buffy. I love the way you feel, the way you breathe, the way you laugh and smile. I love the way you fight, the way you move, the way you come." Buffy whimpered against his collarbone. "Come for me, pet. Come for me, my sweet Slayer." Buffy’s hips were rising to meet his touch. "Come for me, Buffy. That’s it love. Let it have you."

Under his fingers he felt the river of succulence come pouring out of her sweet pussy. He felt the tremors that she gave in to with abandon.

"That’s my good girl."

After the waves had stopped rushing over her, Buffy did a quarter turn in Spike’s arms. She looked him deep in the eyes as she let his cock penetrate her. With a moan of pleasure, she took him completely.

"You are a goddess, pet."

They made love face to face. They dived into the depths of each other’s eyes, until the torment made Buffy’s flutter shut. She rested her forehead against his. Buffy’s breath filled Spike’s lungs.

Together they rocked in a slow, primal rhythm.

She arched her back, offering her breasts, which her lover readily suckled. Buffy whispered in aching need, "Spike, its not enough…please…please."

Spike’s face changed into his demon visage. He bit into the yielding flesh with a roar.

Buffy came with a frenzied cry. Tears poured down her flushed cheeks.

Her spasming walls strangled Spike’s cock, propelling his seed deep into her.

Spike came crashing down to earth. "Buffy? Are you all right, love?"

A trickle of blood ran down Buffy’s breast from each of the punctures inflicted by Spike’s fangs.

In his eyes, she saw concern mixed with an undercurrent of shame. She grinned shyly at her lover and took his troubled face in her hands. Gently, she guided his lips back to the crimson liquid.

As he licked the wounds closed, Buffy said, "When you bit me, they all went away, all the voices in my head. You were the only one there."

Looking back up at her, "Don’t think biting you’d be a practical cure."

Buffy stretched and smiled, "But what a way to go."

Spike stretched out next to her.

She curled up against him, wincing a bit as she moved.

"Buffy?" The dash of worry softened his voice.

"I’m okay," she promised. "Be worse if I were somewhere else, with someone else." She snuggled tighter against him. "The caretaker of the cemetery was overcharged at the grocery store," she mumbled before she drifted off to sleep.

***

"Buffy?" Dawn’s voice rang out against the concrete walls of Spike’s crypt.

"Nibblet," Spike acknowledged as he ascended the ladder.

"I heard that," Buffy warned as she too climbed up the ladder. "He’s too old for you."

"And he’s not too old for you?"

"Hey!" Spike protested, "He’s right here, and feeling a bit like a piece of meat." Spike smiled widely, "Go on. Continue. Not every bloke gets the two most beautiful women in the world to fight over him. I like it."

Buffy tossed Spike an exasperated glance, but Dawn smiled widely. "You think I’m beautiful?" I bet he’s amazing in…

"Dawnie!" Buffy yelled. "I can’t believe you thought that!"

"What? I’m sixteen; I’m supposed to think about sex all the time. You are…having sex…aren’t you?"

Buffy rubbed her eyes, trying to block out the mental image of her little sister having sex thoughts, but they were right there in her brain. "I miss the good old days when we used to discuss My Little Ponies and the Muppet Show."

"Its cool," the brunette promised, "I’m totally okay with it." Not fair, I liked him first.

Buffy glanced up at her baby sister knowingly.

"Okay, so I might be a little jealous. But I won’t tell. Not unless you want me to."

"Thanks Dawn."

Dawn handed her sister a duffel bag. "I guess you won’t be needing your pj’s, but they’re in there and so is…well everything. Anything a girl might need for a slumber party with her vampire lover."

"Dawn that is soo…"

"Yer welcome," Dawn smiled.

"I was gonna say disturbing."

To Spike, Dawn asked, "How is she doing?"

"Starting to get bad, I think," he admitted. "She’s tough though."

"Yeah, I feel real tough."

Dawn grabbed her sister in a bear hug. In her ear she whispered, "Its gonna be okay Buffy. It has to. Because losing you again? That would be bad."

Buffy felt cold when her sister released her from her warm grip. She rubbed her arms, to restore the warmth.

Before she walked out the door Dawn commanded Spike, "Take good care of her."

"I will Nibblet."

"Dawn?" Buffy’s sister turned, her hand was still on the door. "I love you. You know…just in case I move into a padded cell instead of back into my room."

"I love you too, Buffy."

Then she was gone. Buffy’s face fell. Next time I see her I won’t even know her.

Spike moved in to take her in his arms. He murmured into her hair, "I love you too, Buffy."

"I know."

With a sigh, he released her and took her hand. With the other, he grabbed her duffel. He led her to the ladder. "Lets get your jammies on, love, and put you to bed." He grinned at her. "Do they have footies?"

***

"Xander would you please sit down!" Giles took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Pacing isn’t going to make the sun set any faster and you’re giving me a headache."

"I can’t stand just sitting around here!" Three sets of female eyes looked at him sympathetically. Anya, Willow and Tara were pretending to research. Two musty books lay open in front of the witches. Anya was perusing the Internet.

Xander grabbed an ax from behind the counter of the magic shop. "I don’t care if they are nocturnal, I’m going to go look for that other demon."

While Xander spoke, the bell in the doorway rang out. A small voice announced, "There is no other demon. "We only summoned one."

Xander turned and pointed an accusatory finger. "You?" he asked incredulously. "You’re the one messing with Buffy?"

"Us," Jonathan admitted, "and one other guy."

Andrew piped up, "But I swear, we never meant to hurt her."

Willow studied Andrew. "Who are you?"

"Andrew." Recognition failed to register on the Scooby gang’s faces. "I summoned the flying monkeys that attacked during the school play." Still, no response. "Tucker’s brother?"

"Oh! I remember Tucker!" Willow exclaimed. "Prom guy."

Giles asked the boys, "Can you summon another demon? We need its heart."

Andrew shook his head, "Warren broke my summoning stick."

"Warren?" Xander asked, "Buffy bot guy?"

Anya’s cry of victory interrupted the inquisition of the geeks. "Found it!"

Everyone turned to look at her. She pointed to the computer monitor. "On Ebay. There’s even a buy it now option. It’s listed by Queen C at the Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles."

"Cordelia!" Willow declared with joy.

"That’s great," Anya agreed. "Do you think she’d give it to us for free?

End Part Nine