Water and Whine
Author: Kantayra
Disclaimer: Still don't own jack squat.
Author's Note: Smut. That is all. ~_^

Chapter Two - The Joy of Copulation

There were times when Spike wondered about the choices he'd made in his unlife. He wouldn't give up the soul for anything in the world, but sometimes he feared that he'd lost something when he won his prize back in Africa. A certain spontaneity, a rash impulsiveness, and even just that general passion for life and all its many pleasures.

Now wasn't one of those times.

"You have grown a fifth appendage," Illyria informed him, her body trapping his against the wall as her tongue trailed down the side of his throat. "It calls to me."

"Been makin' its opinions pretty loud to me, too," Spike agreed, hands caressing her body as best he could through the thick leather armor she wore. His lips brushed her face in a series of soft kisses, trying to place her flavor. He wondered if he'd be considered horribly unoriginal if he said she reminded him of blueberry popsicles…

"Your taste excites me," she echoed his own thoughts. "You taste of death and blood, forbidden desires, and something I am not familiar with but this shell's previous host calls…'chocolate'?"

"More to taste where that came from," he groaned at just the image.

"I wish to taste," she agreed, pushing at the waistband of his pants. "Remove your exoskeleton."

Spike's fingers went for his belt, showing her how to strip him properly…and then, quite by chance, his head turned to the left and spotted two pairs of eyes peeking out of the doorway of the apartment down the hall.

"Fuck."

Illyria's hand slithered down his pants, found his cock, and began toying with it curiously. "I believe…" Another of those little giggles escaped her lips that made him very nervous. "…That I am not quite myself. The divinity with me believes the human form to be repulsive, yet the shreds of humanity within me find this…worm," she gave his cock a good, hard squeeze, "quite enticing."

"You're downright snookered, pet," he explained. "And, hate to break it to you, but we're providing the evenin's entertainment for the Bobsey Twins over there." He inclined his head in the direction of the open door.

If he squinted into the darkness of the doorway, he could just make out their shapes. Twin forms that looked exactly like pepper pots, eyes wide and owlish behind those damn butterfly glasses that the two dippy, old bints had never realized had gone out of fashion.

"I shall annihilate them. Then, we will fornicate." Illyria took a reluctant step back from him and turned deadly blue sights on the door down the hall.

"Wait." Spike caught her arm, pulled her up against him. "Got a better plan, luv," he purred against her ear. Much to his surprise, his distraction worked. This cheeky little goddess really wanted him to give it to her good. Huh. Well, wonders never ceased…

"What is your plan?" She crushed his body up against hers, eyes staring intently at his lips rather like a cobra honing in on its prey. Hesitant, but ready to strike.

"We go inside."

A slight marring of her brow, as if she were dimly aware that this option should have been obvious to her. "Yes," she agreed. With one hand she opened his apartment door, keys still in the lock from when she'd assaulted him as he tried to open it. With the other, she slung her prize over her shoulder as she entered the room and slammed the door behind her in triumph.

"Hey!" Spike protested vocally, kicking a bit uselessly and scowling into the small of her back where he'd ended up when she'd locked him in this fireman's hold. "Put me down!"

One possessive hand slid over the curve of his butt, before she conceded his point. "Agreed."

Spike gasped as, with a sudden whoosh, he was tossed back onto the bed. He looked up, saw Illyria studying him with her head cocked to one side and downright wicked smile on her lips. "Like what you see, pet?" He sprawled seductively, stretching his body out languidly before her. Instead of, say, running for his life. Oh yeah, he was right pissed.

Slowly, she licked her lips, entranced by the lovely half-breed specimen she'd captured for herself.

Spike grinned, then frowned and squinted. Illyria's tongue wasn't really blue and forked just like a serpent's, was it? It was the liquor, right?

She leaned in, grabbed each half of the fabric of his t-shirt and ripped. That tongue flicked out again, tasting the muscles of his chest, giving him a really close look.

Nope, no drunken delusion. He blinked in surprise, trying to figure out how he'd managed not to notice this little anomaly before.

Illyria's mouth had climbed his chest during his deliberations, and her tongue was now flicking at his cheek, her intent quite apparent. "You appear troubled," she informed him, lips against his as she stared unblinkingly down into his eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak, and that strange but dexterous little tongue of hers slipped right in to taste the inner curve of his upper lip. And he shrugged -  "What the hell. Done stranger thinngs in my day…" - and kissed her.

Lips pressed together, demanding and taking. A little whimper escaped Illyria's throat when his tongue sneaked past her defenses, entered her mouth, and began plundering his fill of her. Her own tongue hastened to meet his, forked tines curling around his muscle, caressing it from both sides, reveling in this new human 'taste'…

He moaned into her mouth, clutched his fingers tightly in her hair and pulled her closer. Oh yeah, this was going to be the crazy, drunken fuck to top all other crazy, drunken fucks…

Illyria finally pulled away with a gasp, pupils contracted to almost nothing with desire. "Your mouth intoxicates me," she informed him, leaning in for another kiss.

Mouth. Saliva. Water. Horny, drunken goddess. Right.

"Maybe we better give you somethin' else to taste," he countered shakily, evading her lips and instead guiding her head back down to his chest. His shirt was completely ruined, so he tossed the torn remains aside. He also set to work on his belt; no sense in losing half his wardrobe. "Wouldn't mind seeing a little skin myself," he suggested as her tongue found his nipple and began playing with it.

"You are like algae," she informed him, looking up into his eyes with a hint of her old aloofness. "Green slime drenched in the foul vapors of the earth. It permeates your being, just as it has infected mine…" She trailed off, frowned. "And it tastes really quite good." A pout graced her lips at that, as if her arrogant little self was at odds with how much her body enjoyed being intimate with 'pond scum'.

He rolled his eyes, snapped open the last button of his jeans. "You need something to do with that haughty mouth of yours…" he began.

She looked down curiously, tilting her head first to one side and then the other as she studied his erection. "I had thought your species too primitive to have evolved tentacles." Her fingers curled around him slowly, as if caressing a long-lost friend.

He snorted but didn't bother to correct her. Besides, the hot little fingers on his cock were enough to compensate for almost any insult. "That was revealed," he teased lightly, "on a strictly 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours' basis."

"My armor," Illyria agreed, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate. Nothing happened. She tried again, giggled when she failed once more.

Spike watched in outright horror as she fell to the mattress beside him in a fit of giggles. "Uh…something wrong?" he hazarded a guess.

"I lack the…concensin…consisen…" She frowned.

"Concentration?" he suggested.

"That," she pointed up at him. "To disrobe," she finally finished.

His expression fell at that. Funny how he'd gone from being downright scandalized, to quite eager to have her hot naked body wrapped around his as he thrust inside her hard and fast and…

"Your tentacle is vibrating."

He looked down. Yup, old Spike Junior was getting quite excited, indeed. Which meant there was only one thing to do. "Gotta get that cat-suit off you," he announced lazily, rolling over so that his body covered hers. His jeans tripped him up and - in some fit of alcoholic blessing - he managed to kick them off without falling off the bed. "Maybe you just need a li'l…motivation…" He grinned up at her wickedly.

Illyria studied him like a rare lab specimen, fascinated by what strange mating behavior she'd discover next. What she got was more pleasant than she'd ever imagined. "Mmm…"

"You like that, blue?" Spike teased, nibbling at her earlobe again, taking the lobe between his teeth and twisting gently. His hand came up to cup one breast through the leather of her little outfit. It was hard to feel much beyond the curve of her body, but he kneaded her as best he could, and if the trilling hums escaping from deep in her throat were any indication, she was feeling every caress.

His tongue darted out and flicked at the blue flesh beneath her ear, kisses dotting her skin in punctuation whenever he found a darker patch of blue. Her taste was subtle, true, but the more he got of her, the more he wanted. There was a surprisingly fire and tang to her skin. His ice-cold goddess was a bit of a hot item, after all…

She let out a low clicking sound, her entire body jolting with pleasurable anticipation when he found her throat. Head thrown back in abandonment, she hissed when teeth bit into her cerulean flesh. Power and blood swirled in his actions, and she felt the wild demon waiting to be let loose just beneath the surface.

Rather than linger on her throat, he moved ever lower. The hand that wasn't tending to her breast slipped around beneath her, cupped the curve of one buttock and ground her up against his hardness. He found himself groaning at that, frustrated to find leather armor rather than hot flesh meeting his thrusts. He had to get her naked, and fast.

Illyria clung to him, rocking her hips in time with his motions, feeling the sensations building up within her body and…stopping? She blinked down to see that his lips had halted their descent just inches above the collar of her armor. He had the nerve to give her an infuriating little grin.

Instantly, her fingers tangled roughly in his peroxide curls, forcing him back down. "More!"

His lips continued their descent with tortuous slowness, moving only millimeters at a time. She wondered for a moment whether she'd accidentally trapped him in a slow temporal vortex, but quickly determined that he was just teasing her.

"Faster." The goddess within her refused to even acknowledge the idea that she wouldn't be obeyed. His tongue flicked out at the collar of her armor. "More…yes!" The last came out with a hiss when, driven insensible by his excruciating delays, her body armor neatly dissolved away to nothingness in a last desperate effort to get more.

Spike collapsed atop her when the armor finally went, ending up neatly between her spread thighs, the tip of his cock buried in moist blue curls. His hands found themselves suddenly full of soft, supple flesh, and he pulled back to have a look at his playmate for the evening.

"This is more like it," he purred, leaning in to lap at one dusky blue nipple.

Fingers trailed down the blue-tinged skin that just kissed the edges of her breasts, followed the demonic cross-hatching down her sides, over the curve of her behind and down a seemingly endless length of thigh.

She felt his sex brush hers and hissed in pleasure. "The proper response would be to dismember you for such an infraction," she informed him before the tickling fingers on her side made her giggle. She frowned at her unexpected reaction to his touch. "Light touches to those regions of my anatomy stimulate involuntary nerve responses which make me-" He tickled her again. "Stop that!" she demanded before giggling again.

As unnerving as Illyria's half-Fred/half-evil-bitch-incarnate giggles were, Spike couldn't help but continue. "What was that about dismemberin' me?" he taunted wickedly, fingers lightly grazing her sides.

"W-When this intoxication wears off, I will be sure to-Eee!"

Yup. Goddess giggle. Definitely the scariest thing in the universe.

"Seems to me that I've got all the power here, pet," he countered, the liquor making him lazy and quite comfortable even though what he was doing was the rough equivalent of running a feather up and down the bottom of Godzilla's foot right before the stomp. "So, mind me and maybe 'll let you go unharmed."

"You are irrational with toxins," she insisted.

"Right back at you." He stopped tickling her.

That blue tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip. "Agreed," she said, body feeling hotter by the moment. Strange that his teasing had not eased her desire for him. It seemed that all emotions - rage, amusement, irritation - translated to desire now. What this the ultimate effect of intoxication? If so, perhaps she had wrongly judged those who sought release within its clutches…

He took a deep breath, almost afraid of what he was about to suggest. "Welcome to have a go at me, luv," he murmured, fingers curling loosely about his cock in a suggestive gesture.

She studied him, licked her lips, and climbed slowly down his body. "The water I have ingested has inebriated this body."

"No doubt about that."

"Never, within full possession of my faculties, would I lower myself so much as to touch you." Her body lowered so that she was resting over his thighs in time with her words.

"Oh, and me neither!" Spike echoed, guiding her left leg over so that she straddled his face. "Because you're a stuck-up, bossy chit, and I don't want a thing to do with you." He pouted for a second. "And you smashed my clipboard."

"Clearly, my desire for you is an anomaly. Under normal circumstances, I do not find you desirable in the least-"

"Completely not my type."

"-And thus these feelings I am experiencing are beyond my powers, my being…"

"Totally not our fault," he agreed.

"Just so that we are clear," she added.

"'Course."

And then her lips descended upon him, starting slowly with a tentative flick of her tongue to the dripping tip of his erection. She tasted the salty drop there, sweet to this alien tongue of hers, and quickly required more. She opened her lips for him, tongue swirling around him to taste all sides as she slowly took him in.

His mouth attacked her folds at the exact same time. Fingers played softly with tangled blue curls as he leaned in and nibbled gently at the pink clit of hers with his teeth. Her thighs descended over his face, facilitating his actions, and he grabbed her ass roughly, one cheek in each palm, holding her down to his face as he gorged himself on the sweetness of her sex. Tongue lapped along her delicate pink slit at first, tasting her excitement, before his mouth slowly opened her, moving ever deeper…

Illyria thrust down against his face, instinctively wanting more, even as she finally fully engulfed him. Before this shell had transformed to accommodate her essence, it had possessed instincts such as breathing, gagging, choking. Illyria had disposed of them all quite nicely. Her lips engulfed him until she kissed the soft, sensitive flesh around his base. Caressed him with her lips before withdrawing to explore this fascinating appendage of his all over again.

He was rigid, thick and stocky. Yet when her lips pulled on him, long and lean as well. Veins pulsed and throbbed against her tongue's motions, and she felt him quicken within her mouth. Fingers drifted still lower, found two tender orbs of flesh, and palmed them gently. Some leftover human knowledge advised her to be careful if she wished to draw out her pleasure. But not too careful. She squeezed, and he jerked deep into her mouth, deeper than even she had taken him before…

Spike's tongue plunged into her slick passage, thrusting deep and finding her pleasure spot with experienced accuracy. He felt her gasp around his cock, her throat muscles unintentionally squeezing him, and he groaned and lapped at her pleasure center almost desperately, trying to stimulate her to do it again.

Illyria whimpered around the pulsing muscle in her throat, no longer able to concentrate on tasting him completely. He had hit some hidden source within her, a node of power and ecstasy she hadn't yet imagined the human form could possess, and his persistent attacks were robbing her of every bit of control she had over this body.

She could feel the nether passage he had discovered pulsing rhythmically around his tongue, found her throat instinctively mimicking its motions. She felt a moment of surprise when the balls of soft flesh in her palms suddenly contracted, and his appendage pulsed violently only seconds later, filling her mouth and throat with a fluid her tongue seemed unable to taste enough of.

But then her own pleasure hit her, and she lost track of all else. Visions of light and color exploded around her, time itself flashing in and out of existence. She felt her universe gasp its first beginning, then collapse into nothing, all in a heartbeat. The ocean tides washed over her, drowned her, consumed her…

Spike cried out, head falling back onto the pillow as he came, shooting his come into her mouth while she sucked off every drop. He could see her body undulating above him, jumping in and out of motion in rough jerks as if time itself wasn't flowing right about her.

And then he realized time really was jumping about because suddenly his tongue was inside her again, and they'd gone right back to his moment of release. It felt harder this time, more intense, as he came all over again - or was it for the first time? And, belatedly, the worry struck the back of his mind that he'd just keep orgasming over and over again until it killed him.

He decided he didn't care when they leapt back to experience their pleasure for a third time…

Slowly, the temporal shocks faded, and Illyria collapsed into linear reality once more, her body slumped over his and her cheek still resting against his hardened tentacle. She found that her shell had instinctively starting breathing once more and was, in fact, gasping needily for air.

"That," she announced, her voice sounding deeper and lazier than she was accustomed, "was most pleasurable."

A soft purr from the body beneath her was her only response. She rose on hands and knees, looked down through the tunnel their bodies created, to find him smiling ecstatically up at the junction between her thighs.

A bubble of laughter rose within her - still intoxicated, after all - and with sleepy, slow limbs she finally managed to turn about so that they were face-to-face once more, her body perched upon his chest.

"Would it still," she wondered thoughtfully, fingers playing absentmindedly with his snow-white hair, "be 'not our fault' to do it again?"

"That's my girl," he purred, burying his lips against the small of her throat and biting lightly.

She groaned and knew what to do. With shaking arms, she rose above him. His fingers played over the blue patches on the backs of her forearms, propping her up.

Blue eyes locked with bluer, surprisingly intimate. Too intimate. And at that last moment, they both looked down to their sexes instead, watched as she lowered herself inch by inch over his cock.

She let out sharp, sporadic hisses of pain as she descended upon him. She was more sensitive here than she would ever have imagined. All her invulnerability, yet still she required time to grow accustomed to his girth. Her muscles stretched slowly as she filled herself with him and then, with a final gasp, he was all the way inside.

He moaned at the sight of her little body taking him all the way to the hilt. It had never really occurred to him how delicate, how small she was until he saw her slick passage engulfing every inch of him. And, Christ, she was tight. Warm, too, but not like human warmth. This was the tingling warmth of first thaw, like little shots and tingles of life were going straight into his cock through their union.

Fucking a goddess… Not even he could've imagined it'd be this good.

She rose up over him, hands propped up on the hard muscles of his chest, head thrown back in ecstasy, and she rode him. Her body jolted with pleasure each time she fell plummeted, ecstasy as his member pierced deep within her womb over and over again. It felt like being ripped apart and completed all at once. Death and rebirth and…

"Don't you shut up with the snooty talk even when you're getting the fuck of your life?" Spike complained, hands reaching up to squeeze her full breasts roughly as he ground his pelvis up into her with each down-thrust of her hips.

She hadn't even realized until then that she was speaking aloud. "Do you not show respect even when the merest twist of this body could rip you off at the root?" she countered.

"Oh, and don't forget the death threats," he retorted sarcastically, one hand lowering to her clit and twisting roughly.

"Th-The foolish arrogance…"

"Cheap name-callin'…"

"Petty, simple-minded…"

"Bitch!" he growled, moaning as her internal muscles tightened around him.

"Pest." Her eyes narrowed before widening as waves of pleasure overcame her. She threw her head back in abandon, blue-and-brown hair cascading around her.

"God, I hate you so much," he whispered fervently as he shot his pleasure into her.

"Mutual," she murmured, falling forward against him. Their bodies clung together, lips joining, as they rode out the waves of ecstasy over and over again…

Even Illyria couldn't tell whether seconds or hours had passed when they finally came to themselves, breathing heavily, lips still pressed together feverishly. It appeared time and space were bending around them, and even she was helpless and at their mercy. Spirals of pleasure twisting ever tighter. She could get used to this…

"You are aware," Spike commented absentmindedly, fingers stroking her blue locks affectionately, "that tomorrow we're both gonna wake up sober, and we're still going to hate each other, but it'll be the not fun kind of hate."

"Indeed," she nodded, hands caressing his body almost of their own volition. "We must extend this period of enjoyable toxicity."

"Just checkin'," he agreed, before rolling them both over for another round…

Stay tuned for the exciting - er, would you believe 'bizarre'? :P - conclusion. ~_^

Chapter 03