Chapter 2 – Dark Desires
Opening her eyes a few hours later, Buffy frowned as she looked around the room. Sitting up, she clutched the sheet to her chest, pouting slightly when she didn’t see Spike anywhere.
“Alright, you bleached pest,” she muttered, climbing out of the bed. “It’s daylight- you have to be around here somewhere.
Concentrating for a long moment, she bit her lip when she felt his presence on the first floor. Still holding the sheet around her, she slowly walked down the stairs, glancing around the house before walking into the kitchen. Standing in the doorway for a moment, she watched as Spike calmly drank from a mug as he read the paper.
“When did you go all domestic?” she asked, raising an eyebrow when he looked up and smiled at her.
“And she’s awake. Thought you were going to sleep the day away.”
“No, that’s your job,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
Spike frowned as he looked at her, abandoning his place at the counter to walk over to Buffy. Gently resting his hands on her hips, he tugged her forward until she was flush against him. “What’s wrong?”
“You weren’t there,” she said with a pout, using it more to get her point across than to influence him.
“Not the first time that’s happened, pet,” he replied with a raised eyebrow, trailing a finger along her exposed cleavage, smiling when she closed her eyes.
“But this is the first time in a new place,” she said, the fighting quality of her voice fading away as she rested her head against his chest. “I wanted you there.”
“Sorry, baby,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head before pulling back to tilt her chin up to face him. “Forgive me?”
Hearing the teasing note of his voice, Buffy narrowed her eyes, playfully punching his chest. Moving away from him, she stopped when she got to the island in the center of the room.
“Please tell me you didn’t risk a sunburn to get this,” she said, turning to Spike with a raised eyebrow, holding the newspaper in her hand.
“It was in the shade,” he replied, walking behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.
Shivering against him when his lips ghosted over her shoulder, Buffy closed her eyes as she dropped the newspaper on the counter. Turning in his arms, she let her hands thread through his hair, pulling him closer to her.
“And you say I’m insatiable,” she murmured as his hands began to work on the sheet, slowly exposing her skin to his gaze. Closing her eyes when he lifted her up to sit on the island, her legs reflexively parted as he moved forward. Breathing more heavily when he finished his task of unwrapping the sheet, Buffy shivered when the cooler air swept over her body.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, enjoying the way she still flushed every time he paid her a compliment.
“You’re just getting senile in your old age,” she said, smiling slightly when his eyes darkened.
“Not too old to spank you,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Angling her lips until they were nearly brushing against his, Buffy slowly smiled as she looked into his eyes. “Promise?”
Trembling when his face shifted, Buffy instinctively leaned toward him.
Spike intentionally breathed as he moved closer to her, breathing in the scent of her arousal. “Want me?” he whispered, letting his fangs gently graze her neck, enjoying the sharp gasp that she gave him.
“You know I do,” she whispered, clutching at his shoulders.
“Tell me,” he growled as his fangs slowly scratched the length of her throat, leaving a thin line of blood in their wake.
“I want you,” she whimpered, reaching for his belt, groaning in frustration when he swatted her hands away. “Spike, please…”
“Please, what?” he asked, his tone holding a certain amount of amusement as Buffy struggled to remain calm.
“Do something,” she said, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him toward her. “Do anything.”
“But it’s so much fun this way,” he said with a smile that looked more menacing with his fangs being showcased.
“Spike,” she groaned, digging her nails into his covered back.
“What do you want, Goldilocks?” he asked, tenderly running his hands along the smooth lines of her bare stomach. “This?”
“You know what I want,” she whispered, gasping when his hands moved lower.
“This?” he repeated, gently stroking her thighs.
Shifting uncomfortably, Buffy lifted her hips toward his hands, gritting her teeth when he moved away from her.
“Or this?” he asked.
Buffy barely had a chance to wonder what he was going to do to her next when she felt him bury two fingers inside of her.
“Yes,” she breathed, relaxing slightly with the moderate relief that she was given.
Leaning closer to kiss him, Buffy nearly jumped at the sharp knock on the door. Whimpering when Spike pulled away from her, she pouted as he looked at her, his eyes shifting from gold to blue.
Pressing a tender kiss to her lips, Spike gently trailed a hand along her cheek. “I better get that.”
“You owe me,” Buffy said, the pout never leaving her lip as she wrapped the sheet around herself.
Spike kissed the tip of her nose in response, waiting until she walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs before moving toward the door. Frowning when he opened it to reveal a chipper woman on the other side, he raised an eyebrow at the basket that was thrust toward him.
“Howdy, neighbor.”
“Uh…yeah…hello.”
“My name’s Rosie, and I’m your neighborhood welcome wagon.”
‘I could be inside the woman I love right now and instead I’m sitting here talking to a welcome wagon?’ he thought with disdain.
“Well…thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a friendly smile, trying to look over Spike’s shoulder. “Is there a lady of the house I could greet?” she asked, glancing at Spike as he moved to pull the door closer to him.
“There is, but she’s resting right now. I’ll be sure and tell her you stopped by.”
“Please do,” she said, taking a step back when Spike moved to shut the door.
“Oh, one more thing,” she said, putting her hand out to stop him from closing the door.
“Yes?” Spike asked in an irritated voice.
“I don’t know your name.”
“William,” he said, tightening his hold on the doorknob. “My…wife is Buffy,” he said, deciding that their relationship was as close as they would get to a husband and wife.
“Nice to meet you, William,” she said, holding out her hand.
Careful to avoid the sunlight, Spike grudgingly shook her hand, his mind on the images of Buffy wearing only a sheet, waiting for him. “You, too,” he said with a curt nod. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
Shutting the door and twisting the lock with a violent turn of his wrist, Spike turned and dropped the fruit basket on the island before running through the house and up the stairs. Seeing Buffy standing in their bedroom with her back to him, attempting to clasp her bra, Spike’s eyes darkened. Crossing the room, he grasped her hips in his hands, jerking her back toward him.
Buffy knew that she would be bruised in a few hours from his harsh grip, but she also knew that it was just a show of ownership for Spike to do something that would only leave a temporary mark on her body.
“Did I tell you to get dressed?” he growled, sending shivers racing up and down Buffy’s spine.
“You were busy,” she said, hiding her smile when his grip tightened for a moment before one hand abandoned her skin. “You didn’t want to be with me enough to ignore whoever was at the door,” she said, her body trembling as she restrained her laughter when he growled possessively, hearing the sound of a zipper before he spoke again.
“Hands on the bed,” he said in a low voice.
“And if I don’t?” she asked, loving the more menacing snarl that Spike gave her when she challenged him.
Feeling the tip of his cock at her entrance, Buffy automatically closed her eyes and leaned forward, more out of reflex than obeying his command.
Thrusting into her with such force that he lifted her off the ground, Spike smiled when he saw her hands fist in the comforter.
Pulling out, only to slam into her once again, the demon delighted at the little whimper she gave him, while the man in him trailed a soothing hand along her back. Moving at a slower pace, Spike grew even harder when he heard her whispered plea for him to be rougher with her.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Spike lifted her, turning them until she was facing the wall. “You know what to do,” he said in a low voice, listening to the small gasps and moans that she was emitting.
Spike felt her inner muscles flex around him as he continued to move in and out of her. Hearing her gasps turn to cries of pleasure, he pulled back for a moment before seeing that her hand was no longer pressed against the wall- it was now between her thighs, moving frantically over the sensitive bundle of nerves to help her toward her orgasm.
Grabbing her wrist in his hand, Spike shoved her more forcefully against the wall, growling at her. “You belong to me,” he said in a low whisper, his face shifting as the predator came to the surface.
“I belong to no one,” she said, wanting to see how far she could push him. Smiling when he nearly snarled at her, Buffy eagerly met his thrusts as he brutally slammed into her.
Listening carefully for any hint that he was hurting her beyond the painful pleasure that he was inflicting, Spike smiled as an idea occurred to him. Still holding her wrists in an unforgiving hold so that she couldn’t bring herself off, he pumped into her until he felt the tightening in his own body. Thrusting into her with a final grunt of pleasure, he vaguely heard Buffy whimper as he climaxed.
Pulling out of her, Spike let go of her wrists, taking a step away to see her turn around in confusion.
“Spike?”
“Yeah, love?”
Looking at him in disbelief for a few moments, Buffy was torn between hurt and anger that he was being so thoughtless. Seeing him fixing his belt, her mouth dropped open. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Got what I wanted,” he said, trying to ignore the look on her face.
“Well, I’m happy for you,” she said sarcastically as she turned toward the bathroom. Gasping when she found herself slammed against the wall, Buffy looked into the cold amber eyes, seeing the challenge in his gaze.
“Say it,” he said, moving a hand between her thighs, feeling the dampness that remained.
Narrowing her eyes, even as her breathing became labored, Buffy tightened her lips. “No.”
Surprised when he didn’t pull away, Buffy’s eyes widened when Spike dropped to his knees.
Tasting her softly at first, Spike could hear the panic in her voice, even as her hands threaded through his hair.
“No, Spike…you’ll hurt me…no-oh!”
Her knees buckled when she felt one of his fangs gently touch her skin.
“Say it,” he growled, holding her upright as she nearly collapsed at the vibration he sent through her.
“No,” she rasped, arching her hips toward his mouth, uncaring that his demon was on the surface.
Moving even lower, Spike gently punctured the skin of her thigh, feeling her trembling in his arms. Pulling away at the barest taste of her blood, Spike climbed to his feet, seeing the frustration and longing in Buffy’s eyes.
“Say it,” he repeated, seeing her half-lidded gaze turn to him with contempt.
“Do you belong to me?” she asked, breathing heavily as he considered her for a moment.
“You know I do,” he finally said, brushing his fingertips over her exposed breast. “Now, say it.”
“I’m yours,” she said, dragging him closer to her. “Now finish what you started.”
Pulling him closer to her, Buffy eagerly thrust her hips against his thigh, growing restless when he didn’t make a move to finish her off.
“Spike,” she groaned, breathing a sigh of relief when she felt two fingers push into her. Opening her eyes, she could see the amusement in his gaze that he’d finally gotten what he wanted. Uncaring of his fangs, Buffy pulled him closer, kissing him as he continued to bring her closer to the edge. “You better make it good,” she whispered, smiling when he pulled back with an offended look on his face.
Narrowing his eyes in shock that she could even think he wouldn’t make it good for her, Spike withdrew his fingers, pausing just long enough to see the look of confusion on her face before lunging at her throat.
Biting her more savagely than he ever had in the past, Spike took deep pulls of her blood before reaching between them and twisting her clit, hearing her cry out as her orgasm swept over her. Unsatisfied with the result, Spike tightened his fingers and sunk his fangs in more violently until Buffy was screaming in pleasure.
Feeling her grow limp in his arms, he slowly withdrew, catching her before she fell to the ground. Seeing the soft smile that she gave him, Spike felt a momentary pang of remorse as his face shifted.
Laying her on the bed, he stretched out beside her, pulling her close.
“Didn’t mean to be so rough, baby,” he whispered, seeing her wince when she turned to look at him, the movement agitating the damaged skin of her throat.
“If that happens every time you bite me like that, that’s definitely of the good,” she murmured, her eyes closing in exhaustion.
Tightening his arms around her, Spike closed his eyes, breathing a heavy sigh as he kissed the top of her head.
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A few people have asked, and you might want to read Daughter of Prophecy before reading this fic. It's not necessary, this one can stand on it's own, but it could fill in a few blanks for you :-) And have I mentioned I love reviews and all of my reviewers ;-)