Chapter Thirty-Four
Feeling exhausted after having dealt with both his mother and Spike, Cam asked his brother to help him up the stairs to the bedroom.
“So how was Spike?” Craig asked once he’d gotten his brother settled on the bed. He grinned as Cam scowled when he pulled the quilt over him.
“Try to tuck me in and I swear I’ll…”
“Just trying to be nice to my kid brother.” Craig sat on the bed opposite.
“’M not a kid,” muttered Cam, thinking how much like Spike he sounded when he said it.
“Never said you were. How was Spike? ‘Cause I’ve got to say seeing him like that was kind of freaking me out.”
Cam rolled over onto his side, unable to stop a broad smile from forming as his legs turned with him. “I think I got through to him, but remember how Mom used to tell how Angel had suffered with his soul and that’s why he ended up dying trying to do good? Well, that’s what Spike’s going through, on top of all the crap the Initiative has thrown at him since they took him back.”
Running a hand over his face, Craig said, “Man, we are so fucked. We’re not going to be able to beat them, are we?”
“Don’t say that! Am I the only one who won’t give up? They’re monsters! The things that they’ve done…to people, Craig, not just to demons.” He squeezed his eyes shut as an image of Lilah and Gunn sprang unbidden to his mind. “We’ve got to win, or else they will get us in the end. We can’t look over our shoulders forever.”
“But look at us!” Craig leant his elbows on his knees as he leaned forwards. “I’ve got one good arm. Your legs are screwed.”
“They’re getting better!” Cam glared at him.
“Yeah, but being serious here, you’re still in the wheelchair. We have a stressed out witch, the oldest living Slayer and a couple of pensioners.” Craig got to his feet and paced up and down between the twin beds. “And they have dozens of staff, trackers galore, not to mention the hunters. Oh! And lots and lots of power and money. They’ve got everything and we’ve got nothing!”
Cam grabbed his brother’s wrist as he walked past him. “Stop panicking!”
“I’m not panicking!” Craig snatched his arm away and flopped down on the bed with a groan. “Okay, maybe I am panicking. But can you see this ending well? I’m too fucking young to die!”
“Oh…” Cam stared at Craig, eyes wide.
“What?”
“It’s just you’ve never really reminded me of Dad, until just now.”
“What? I’m not like him! How can you say that?” Craig clenched his fists and all but growled at Cam.
“You sure sounded like him, just now.”
“What do you know? You were too young when he left.”
“I was five, Craig, not two! I know he left ‘cause he couldn’t handle Mom being a Slayer. That he finally walked out after those Deddus demons attacked the house. That he walked out and left us behind so he could have a normal life with his secretary. He was too scared to stay, but he left us behind!”
“He left us ‘cause he wanted to fuck a woman ten years younger than him!”
“It was because he couldn’t handle the supernatural shit that Mom had to deal with. The secretary was just a convenient excuse.”
“You’re talking crap! And I’m nothing like him! I’m not a quitter!”
“Aha!” Cam raised a finger in triumph. “You admit that Dad was a quitter.”
“Yes…no…oh, will you shut the fuck up!”
Cam couldn’t help but snigger. He always enjoyed it when he managed to tie his brother up in knots.
“Do me a favour?”
“I might if you shut up.” Craig glowered at him, still bristling at the accusation.
“Get me some more blood, please.”
“You sure you’re up to it?”
Cam shuddered. “Not really, but I’ve got to get better. You’re right. I’m useless like this.”
“Nah…you’re alright. You’re the glue that holds us all together.” Craig leaned over and ruffled Cam’s hair.
“Gerrof! Now you’re scaring me.” He grinned as he pushed Craig’s hand away. “You being nice – yep, we’re all gonna die!”
They both laughed a touch nervously, before Craig left to get Cam his blood.
Five minutes later, Cam was trying his hardest not to scream when pain ripped through his body as his nerves continued their fast-track healing.
*~*~*~*
Spike held Buffy in his arms and couldn’t resist burrowing his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. It seemed like an age since he’d last been able to do it, and he smiled as she murmured something sleepily and snuggled closer to him. It wouldn’t go down as the best sex they’d ever had. It had all been over embarrassingly quick, but after so long with no control over his sexual urges, Spike wasn’t in a position to be able to hold back his release.
He screwed up his face as the voices in his mind began to gain volume; they’d been almost silent as he’d made love to Buffy.
I’m sorry, but I was a victim too. Didn’t ask to be a vampire. He couldn’t help but smile a little. I know I enjoyed it though; it’s what a vampire is – it was my nature. I won’t ever forget what I’ve done, but I need you lot to keep it down if I’m gonna be any use, okay?
He didn’t get a reply. He hadn’t expected one, but the voices remained a low background hum rather than the full blown assault that had pounded him when the soul first settled back inside. It was a little like the vibration that his old eyes used to make – irritating as hell if he thought about it, but able to more or less ignore it if he concentrated on other things.
God, Buffy. I love you so much. He squeezed her to his body, hard enough to make her grunt.
“Oh, love, I’m sorry.” Spike brushed his lips across her cheek as she raised her head and squinted at him.
Blinking rapidly to dispel her sleepiness, Buffy reached up and kissed him on his mouth. She smiled as she broke the kiss.
“Hey, you.”
“”You, okay?” Spike’s brows knitted together.
“I’m in your arms, so I’m more than okay,” said Buffy. “Ugh, that sounds like something out of a bad chick-lit movie.” She shuddered exaggeratedly, making Spike chuckle.
“Talk to me like that, all you want.”
Buffy closed her eyes as he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. “You want more of it?” Her eyes danced with mischief as she opened them. “I’ll give you more.” She wriggled until she was sitting facing him. “I love you, Spike. I never said it enough, and then when…when I thought you’d…”
“Shh, pet. Don’t get upset.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she continued. “I thought you’d done it ‘cause you didn’t think I loved you, but—”
“But I didn’t do anything, did I? But for those Initiative bastards, I would have still been there – with you. I’d give up my sight now, if it was either my eyes or being with you.”
“What are we going to do? Now I’ve got you back, I don’t want to risk losing you again.”
“They won’t get their hands on me again,” said Spike, his expression hard. “I would stake myself if it came to that. But we’ve got to do something – not for what they do to the vamps – hell it’s not like we don’t deserve all we get, but in hurting Cameron they took their evil to a whole new place.” He placed a hand on either said of Buffy’s face, his metal thumb stroking her cheek as he spoke. “They’ll do it again, if we don’t stop them.”
“I know. The Slayer in me wants me to take out the bad guys, but the woman in me just wants to run away to a desert island with those I love and live happily ever after without having to deal with anything evil ever again.”
Spike laughed and dipped his head so he could kiss her. “Don’t think I’d like a desert island too much. Palm trees are notoriously unreliable at providing safe shade – the fronds just wave about too much in the slightest of breezes.”
Joining in with Spike’s laughter, Buffy nodded. “Yeah, I can see that’d be a problem.”
Wanting nothing more than to stay in her arms for hours, Spike sobered and said. “We need a plan. A good one.”
“I know.” Buffy flopped back on the cot. “But I’m fresh out of ideas. It just seems too big a thing to do.” Her eyes met his. “I’m terrified, Spike. I’ve never felt so damn afraid in my life.”
“We’ll figure something out.” He nudged her and smiled. “It’s what us white hats always do, right?”
Buffy sat up and swung her legs to the floor, reaching down to pick up her discarded panties and jeans. “I guess, we’d better go on up, and start discussing what to do with the others.”
Spike passed her bra and blouse. “Duty calls.”
She grinned as she quickly put the bra on and then slipped her blouse on over her head. “I swear I’ve never known anyone able to unfasten a bra as easily as you.”
Waggling his metal thumb at her, Spike shrugged mock self-deprecatingly and said, “Would have been trickier if I hadn’t got this, but over a century of practice – that’s a hell of a lot of bras and they weren’t all as flimsy as that little thing you’re wearing now! Back in the day, it could take a fella fifteen minutes just to find a bit of bare flesh.”
“Hey! I don’t need to know about your sexual conquests!” She grabbed one of her boots and threatened him with it. “Don’t make me beat you!”
Spike mimed zipping his mouth shut. The ever present voices hadn’t liked that either, because they knew he was talking of how he seduced many of his victims before he fed. He scowled at his baggy scrubs pants.
“I know what we’ve got to do!”
“You’ve got a plan?” Buffy sat up straight and stared at him.
“Yeah. Need to get me some bloody better clothes than this! I’m not walking about in a pair of bloody pyjamas!”
“Nice to know you have your priorities right.” She stood up and nudged at the crumpled pants as they lay at Spike’s feet. “Better put them on for now. I don’t think Dora needs to see you in all your glory.”
Rising to his feet, Spike glanced down at his body. “So, what’s wrong with this – I’ve got a good body. And anyway, who’s Dora?”
“Pants,” said Buffy firmly, before continuing. “She’s a friend. Her husband, Maurice is here too. They’d helped us, but the Initiative tracked them down and Willow had to transport us here.”
Spike grimaced as he pulled on the pants and tied the drawstring waist. “Where exactly are we?”
“Council safehouse. It’s fully warded. We’re safe as long as we’re inside.”
“Council, huh? Had to call in some favours to be allowed to bring a vampire in here, did you?”
“You’re not just a vampire, Spike.” Buffy stood on tiptoe and kissed the end of his nose, her right hand cupping his cotton covered genitals. “You’re my vampire.”
Spike moaned and pushed his hips towards her as his penis started to fill. “I’m all yours, love. Uh…think we have time…” He tilted his head to the left and smiled.
“Not for what you’re thinking of, but maybe for this…” She sank to her knees and tugged his pants down a little, until her hands could free his now fully erect cock.
His fingers clutched at her hair as her hot tongue caressed him, licking around the head and then tracing the vein down his length. She paused in her ministrations and glanced up at him.
“Did it hurt?”
“Huh?” Spike wasn’t thinking too clearly right then.
“This.” She passed her tongue over the barcode tattoo that marred the flesh down one side of his penis.
Laughing out loud, Spike said, “What do you think? Course it bloody hurt, you daft bint!”
He yelped as her sharp fingernails dug in to his buttocks. She nibbled lightly on him and when she knew that he was on the verge, she stopped.
“Spike?”
“No talking!” Spike tried to steer her head back to his groin. “More doing – less talking.”
Buffy resumed her nibbling, chuckling as his moans increased in volume. He always had been a bit loud. Moments later, he shuddered as he reached completion and when she withdrew her mouth, he sat down on the cot with a thump.
“Liked that, did you?” She swore that even with his artificial eyes that his gaze had glazed over.
“Come here.” He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply, making sure she was breathless when they parted. “What were you going to say?”
“Oh…was just going to remind you that calling a girl names when she’s got her teeth around your dick was probably not a good idea.”
“I would have known you were bluffing. You’d never hurt me – not down there, anyhow.”
“Oh, yeah? And how you do you know that?”
“That’s easy…you like him nearly as much as I do!”
With a squeal, Buffy leapt to her feet, but though her mouth opened, she closed it without uttering a word. He was right. She did love it!
She held out her hand. “Better get upstairs otherwise…” She leered at him, in such a way that even his well-satisfied penis managed a twitch.
He took her hand with his right and stood. “Yeah, better get up, before I get up!” He matched her leer with one of his own and, hand in hand, they walked out of the cage, crossed the room to the stairs and left the basement without a backwards glance.
“Anyhow, I’ve got to have a word with Cam – that boy’s got a foul mouth on him,” muttered Spike as he climbed the steps, but he was smiling. Without Cam’s words he’d still be giving in to the voices.
[Reviews - 161]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Chapter or Story |
Chapter or Story | 
Chapter or Story
Has been viewed 1204 times
- Text Size +
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Chapter or Story |
Chapter or Story | Chapter or Story - Text Size +
Author's Chapter Notes:
Beta and banner by dawnofme
Chapter End Notes:
Please don't lurk! Make a little writer very happy and leave a comment :)