What Big Teeth You Have
by Slaymesoftly
“You like my teeth on you, don’t you, Slayer?” His voice rumbled in her ear as he nipped at the delicate skin on her throat. “Makes you all tingly; makes your heart race. You want me to bite you.”
“No,” she gasped, even as she turned her head to give him better access to her neck. “Never.”
“Never’s a long time, luv. A long, long time. It’s gonna happen some day...some day these teeth will be the real thing, and you’ll be begging me to bite you...”
He stopped talking as he felt her begin to tremble around him and he entered that small slice of time and space where Buffy was all his, clenching him within her body, screaming his name as she shuddered with the force of the powerful orgasm HE gave her. Not Angel, not that corn-fed soldier boy. HIM. Spike. William the Bloody.
With his own smothered roar, he allowed himself the release he’d been putting off all night while he had been bringing her to ecstasy over and over, taking her in so many different ways that she’d stopped asking him what he was doing, but just acquiesced to every command. Allowing the vampire to bend and mold her limber body in whatever positions suited him. Something about being so subservient to something so evil stirred her in ways she didn’t want to explore.
And yet, here they were, at the end of the night’s debauched activities, face to face in the missionary position, vampire on top shooting his dead sperm against the entrance to her womb while she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a mockery of a loving embrace. A loving embrace that he knew would end the instant she regained control and realized what she was doing.
While he had the chance, he brushed a light kiss across her swollen lips, murmuring silently the “I love you,” he knew better than to allow out. He could do whatever he wanted with her body. Bruise it, cut it, pound it into the hard concrete floor of the crypt, but tenderness was not allowed. Never allowed. Not if he wanted to continue to feel those brief moments of possession.
He felt her stiffen under him as she came back into herself and noticed how she was clinging to him. Her arms and legs dropped, but before she could use them to push him away, he sighed and rolled off, careful to remain far enough away that any accidental touch could not be construed as a caress.
“Ow!” she hissed as she tried to sit up. “Look what you did to me.”
He turned his head slightly to look at the bruise she was complaining about. The man in him was screaming to be allowed out to apologize and kiss away the pain of their violent coupling, but he pushed the urge away and just raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’ve got more than you do, pet,” he growled instead. “Can’t believe you never put the toy soldier in the hospital, the way you use that Slayer strength to—”
“I never did things like that with Riley!” Her indignation and horror as genuine as her shamed knowledge that she would have liked to – now that she knew how much the violence and pain turned her on.
“So, it’s just for me then?” He stretched his arms over his head, deliberately showing off not just his well-muscled, tight body, but also the cuts and bruises she’d inflicted on it during the course of the evening. He heard her heart rate speed up and he smiled.
Slayer’s not quite through playing yet, then. I’m going to have to dig deep into my box of tricks to keep her interested now.
Buffy’s eyes were riveted on the tooth marks she’d left around his nipples. She watched them harden under her gaze and felt the blood rushing back to her sore and swollen crotch. She saw the vampire’s eyes darken with desire, as his cock stirred back to life.
Before he could decide what he wanted to make her do next, he found himself pinned to the floor, Buffy’s panting breaths warm in his ear. The feral look on her face made him instantly hard and his own unnecessary breaths came hard and fast. She ran her tongue down his neck, sucking for a second on the place where his pulse would have been pounding if it could.
She slid down his body, ignoring his groan as her wet sex slid over his cock and down until she was sitting on his thighs. Leaning forward, she licked at her tooth marks, sucking on his flat nipples until they were as red as if he’d had actual warm blood flowing through his veins. She moved her mouth down his body, stopping to lick everywhere she’d left a mark. At one particularly nasty looking bite, she almost kissed the torn flesh when she finished laving it – only catching herself at the last second, pulling back quickly.
Spike watched her curiously. He would have sworn she was about to kiss the place where she’d torn his skin with her teeth. Even though the idea of her kissing anything on his body that wasn’t directly related to making him hard was ludicrous, he couldn’t help the jolt of warmth that went through him.
Stupid git. Like she’d ever touch you for any reason than sex. Probably goes home and brushes her teeth, tongue and lips before she gets in the shower and washes me off. This must kill her – the way her body responds to me. The things I can make her do. The way I make her feel.
While he was chiding himself for reading more into her actions than he should, the slayer was still licking her way down his body, halting only when she got to his now-swollen cock. She ran her tongue up the side of it, stopping at the end to swirl it around the head before taking his foreskin gently in her front teeth and pulling it to the side.
The vampire’s surprised hiss and the involuntary arch of his hips made her smile around the belled head.
“So, it seems you like my teeth on you too,” she purred, nipping lightly down the thick length of him, then taking his balls into her hot mouth. She swirled them around, using her tongue to caress them while she rubbed her blunt teeth against the base of his sac. They were both very conscious of the fact that one hard bite and he would find out exactly how well vampires could heal and regenerate body parts.
Buffy pulled on him until his groans of pleasure had turned to gasps of fear, then slowly released her mouthful. Spike’s sigh of combined relief and disappointment brought her head up briefly to smile at him before she went back to her main focus. Using her blunt little human teeth, she began nipping her way up and down his blood filled cock. As the nips became harder and more like real bites and the vampire’s hisses louder, she began following them up with licks of her tongue that gradually turned into open mouthed, wet kisses.
Spike’s hands were fisted in the rumpled sheets that had been pushed off the sarcophagus much earlier in the evening. His hips were involuntarily moving in response to the heat of her mouth, which was now covering his cock completely and moving slowly up and down on him to the accompaniment of his groans and muttered curses. When the mutters changed to whispered endearments and his hands began stroking her silky hair, she bit him hard and looked up with a glare.
“I didn’t say you could move or talk,” she said sternly. “Am I going to have to tie you up?”
The vampire hadn’t thought his cock could get any harder, but when she said that, he felt like it might burst.
“Might have to do that, pet,” he managed to gasp out, his hands still in her hair.
Buffy sat up and looked around the crypt, spotting the handcuffs he’d wanted to use on her earlier. She stood up, her legs straddled him as she stared around the room; his eyes were riveted on the moist curls between her legs. Suddenly his view was gone as she marched across the room and picked up the handcuffs and a length of rope. She hurried back and quickly fastened his willing hands together, using the rope to keep them stretched out over his head as she tied it to a pole in the center of the room. She carefully set the key down within easy reach before moving back where he could see her.
“Do I need to gag you, or will you be quiet?” she asked, cocking her head at him.
Spike rapidly shook his head “no” and then “”yes”, using his teeth to press his lips together to show her how he was going to keep them closed. She peered at him suspiciously for a second; then nodded.
“Okay, I’ll believe you, but if you’re not good...”
His eyes pledged his anticipated perfect behavior even as he wondered what she would do to him if he wasn’t good and if he would enjoy finding out.
“Now no talking, no touching, and no moving unless I tell you to. No sounds at all. Is that clear?”
He nodded vigorously, anxious to get her mind back on what she’d been doing before and determined to do whatever he needed to keep her happy.
She raked her eyes up and down his stretched out body, admiring the lean muscle of his torso and the more substantial bulge of his biceps as he unconsciously pulled against the rope holding his arms up. Satisfied with her restraints, Buffy stepped back over him, deliberately standing where he could look at her open legs again for a second before turning around and sinking back down. She positioned herself with her back to him, her damp sex rested on his lower chest as she went back to tormenting him with nibbling bites of his penis.
She bit and licked her way around his cock, always pausing to kiss softly anytime she bit hard enough to actually hurt him. When she once again used her teeth to pull his foreskin away, she accidentally bit hard enough to draw blood and she sent an apologetic look over her shoulder before kissing it multiple times in an attempt to make it up to the silent vampire. She felt him shudder when she used her tongue to lick the blood off, before planting another lingering kiss on the rapidly healing spot.
Deciding she’d been working on one place long enough, and that he’d been quiet enough to earn a reward, she took the belled head in her mouth and slowly moved it back until it was touching the back of her throat. Her position, as she conquered her gag reflex and forced his cock into her throat, left him nothing to look at but her smooth ass cheeks and open, glistening quim.
Spike was sure he was asleep and dreaming. Sure that Buffy had long since gone home and he was enjoying a particularly real fantasy as he lay on his cold sarcophagus by himself. The little sounds she was making as she massaged his cock with her throat muscles sounded to him like the sweetest music.
He felt his balls tighten as her hot, muscular throat continued to caress him until he couldn’t prevent a shuddering release or the awed, “Buffy!” that accompanied it. She continued to swallow around him, milking every last drop out of his now limp and relaxed cock.
She finally released him, sitting up and turning around to face him, her lips swollen from her efforts and her eyes looking strangely satisfied. He knew his own eyes were gazing back at her with the adoration that he usually tried to hide, but he managed not to make it worse by saying the things he wanted to tell her.
How can she not care about me? Why would she do something like that if she didn’t...no, she doesn’t. She’s made that clear so many times. I don’t know what she’s trying to tell me with that performance, but it can’t be what I want it to be.
Buffy looked away from the hard-to-miss devotion in the beautiful blue eyes staring back at her and tried not to be affected by what she saw there. In spite of how obvious it was that this particular vampire was more than capable of loving both fiercely and devotedly, she persisted in pretending that he did not and she continued to refuse to let him vocalize his feelings while they were in bed.
There was something very frightening to her about the thought of allowing him to tell her he loved her while they were intimately connected. As though she instinctively knew that hearing the words while the vampire was inside her would make them too real. She refused to even consider the idea that she might find herself lured into responding to them.
“You spoke,” she accused, anxious to put an end to the look on his face.
He shrugged apologetically and smothered the jolt of joy he felt when she put her hands on her hips and said, “I’ll have to punish you now.” He nodded slowly, wondering what sort of pain she was planning to inflict on him and if she had any idea how arousing that thought was to him. Her next actions left him confused and scrambling frantically to figure out what was going on.
“I’m sorry, “ she whispered softly as she leaned down toward his face, “but you have to be punished...”
Instead of the painful bite he was anticipating, she put her lips against his and kissed him tenderly. She planted soft, gentle, loving kisses all over his mouth, across his jaw and down the side of his neck. She sucked softly on the velvety skin of his throat, bringing the borrowed blood to the surface and leaving a deep red mark there.
“I think I know why they call those ‘love bites’,” she said almost to herself as she studied the mark. Moving to the other side of his neck, she did the same thing on that side, murmuring softly, “Now you’re marked as mine, Spike. I’ve claimed you for everybody to see. You like that, don’t you?”
Not sure he was permitted to speak yet, he nodded cautiously. It occurred to him that it was a little cruel of her to ask such a question when she knew the answer was that he would like nothing more than to have her acknowledge him as hers.
“But,” she said brightly, sitting up, “They’re going to fade. By the time I leave here they’ll be almost gone and no one will ever know I marked you as mine. Too bad.”
Pain flashed across his face at the callousness of her words. It was one thing to refuse to talk about how he felt about her - something else entirely to mock it. Was this to be his “punishment”? To have his love and desire for her dismissed as a joke?
“Oh, poor Spike,” she purred. “Did I hurt your feelings? I’m so sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.”
She leaned back down and began planting light kisses all over his face. She kissed his eyebrows, lingering over the scar on the left one and kissing it over and over. She kissed his closed eyelids, the tip of his nose, the top of his sharp cheekbones, the line of his jaw and finally, his tightly compressed lips.
“Don’t you like this, Spike? Don’t you want me kissing you? I can do it as long as you don’t look at me or speak. You can pretend I love you and that I’m doing this because I want to and not to punish you.”
She gently ran her tongue around his lips, teasing the tip between them until with a groan he gave in and parted them, opening his mouth to her. Her tongue continued to run around his lips, now softly touching the inside, now running along his gum line and probing the indentations where his fangs were hidden. She felt him tense as her warm tongue gently stroked his gums and the roof of his mouth. When she dipped it into the cavity in which his fang was stored and deliberately cut herself on the sharp tip, he groaned involuntarily. The taste of her powerful blood on his tongue almost made him pass out.
“There you go again, making noises. And after I told you to be quiet. I guess I’ll have to show you I really mean it.”
Spike wasn’t even paying attention to what she was saying, his senses still overwhelmed by the effects of the several drops of blood she’d allowed him to suck off her tongue before she withdrew it. It wasn’t until she started whispering in his ear, that he realized she was still punishing him in her own way.
“You see, William, this is how it would be if I loved you. I would be kissing you, and cuddling with you after we made love. And you would hold me and tell me you loved me and I would be all ‘I love you too, Spike’.”
She suited her actions to her words, once again kissing his willing mouth tenderly and curling her warm body up against his. She nuzzled his neck, breathing in the scents that said “Spike” to her, not even aware that she knew what he smelled like, let alone that she liked it enough to deliberately inhale it. She remained curled into his side for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of resting against him. She found herself briefly wishing she’d unfastened the handcuffs so that he could put his arms around her and hold her.
Her hand was caressing his face while she kissed his shoulders and neck and he leaned into it, pressing his cheek against her warm palm and kissing it softly. His movement startled her out of the uncomfortably pleasant feeling that her mock tenderness had stirred and she suddenly slipped back from him in a panic.
What am I doing? I’m cuddling with Spike! This isn’t punishment for him. He likes it. He’s going to think I...-no can’t let him think that. Have to do something before he gets the wrong idea. Because it IS the wrong idea. Totally wrong. I don’t want to be doing these things with him. I was just confused for a minute.
In a slightly shaky voice, she quickly said, “B-But I don’t love you! I could never love you, so I’ll never do those things with you. You and I will never have that kind of...of...relationship, because we don’t. Have a relationship, I mean. There is no us. There’s just you – evil vampire, and me – the Slayer and I would never love you like that. And that’s your punishment!” she finished triumphantly.
She waited for him to acknowledge how well she had played their little game, frowning slightly when he didn’t say anything. His eyes were squeezed shut, but she could see a tear slide out of one corner and down the side of his face. She shuddered under a wave of nausea as she went back over her actions and realized exactly how much she was “punishing” this vampire who loved her so much he hadn’t tried to make her stop, even as she was breaking his heart.
“Sp...Spike?” she said softly as she reached for the key and unlocked the handcuffs. “Spike, I’m...I’m sorry...I—”
He brought his arms down to a more comfortable position, but carefully kept them away from her. She smothered the disappointment that he hadn’t immediately put them around her still-close body. Her leg was still thrown over his thigh where she’d put it when she began her cuddle and she started to put her head back on his chest.
“Get off me.” His eyes were still closed, his voice hard and colder than she’d ever heard it. She didn’t move, just stared at him with stricken eyes.
“Get the fuck off!” His eyes flew open and she couldn’t look away from them. How could something be so icy cold and so fiercely hot at the same time? There was blazing anger, yes, but behind the anger was a cold, hard killer that she had just hurt in ways she couldn’t even imagine.
Except that she could imagine. The reality of what she’d done sank in and she began to shake. Trembling, she lifted her leg off his thigh and shifted away from his body. Her own eyes filled with tears as he rolled over, turning his back to her.
“Get out,” he said quietly. “Get out, Slayer, and don’t come back.”
“Spike...I’m sor—”
His angry snarl interrupted her attempted apology and she was reminded that she was sitting naked and stakeless beside a master vampire whose chip did not recognize her as human. She stood up slowly, still trembling, and began to gather her clothes. His back remained facing her. There was no movement from the vampire, not even the light breathing he often did unconsciously.
She put on her clothes, glancing occasionally to see if he had turned around, but there was no sound, no attempt to look at her. She opened her mouth to try once more to apologize, but closed it again without comment. She turned and walked slowly toward the door of the crypt, hoping he would call her back or at least turn around and yell at her. Anything to indicate that he was aware of her existence.
However, she opened the door and walked out without hearing a sound from the vampire. She closed it quietly, letting the tears slide down her face as she walked back toward Revello Drive.
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