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Spike kept his golden eyes locked with Buffy’s emerald ones as he slowly nudged his thick cock inside her tight, wet hole and withdrew just as slowly. He repeated this action several times, going slightly deeper with each thrust.

Buffy gasped with each shallow thrust, the fire in Spike’s eyes sending her desire spiraling even higher. “Oh God Spike, please…” Buffy moaned, “More…”

Spike thrust once more into Buffy, and paused when he encountered her virgin barrier. Growling deep in his chest, he withdrew until he was poised at her opening. Lowering his head, he captured Buffy’s lips in a penetrating kiss, and slammed his cock deep into her channel, until he was buried balls deep.

Buffy screamed briefly as her virginity was violently penetrated, her cries muffled by Spike’s lips.

Breaking the kiss, Spike murmured against her skin, “sorry, so sorry…” He remained buried inside her, unmoving as he whispered apologies against her neck. “The fight, all that violence…”

Buffy stroked her fingers up and down Spike’s spine, tracing the lines of his back muscles with the tips of her fingernails. “It’s okay Spike, its okay. I understand,” she whispered. “Just do me a favor?”

Spike tensed, certain that she was about to demand he leave, “Anything love, anything at all. Just name it.”

“Don’t stop! You think you are the only one aroused by the fight?” Buffy demanded, digging her nails into the skin of his back and arching against him.

Lifting his head, Spike looked at her and saw that she was serious. “Whatever you say Slayer.” He pulled partway out, and thrust back inside, hard and deep. “Fuck pet, so tight… so hot…” He buried his head against her neck, licking and nibbling with his razor sharp teeth on her pulse point. “Oh god, you feel so damned good… so tight around my cock…”

Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist, pulling him deeper into her, clenching around his driving cock as she spiraled towards a powerful orgasm. “Yes spike... oh yes…”

Bringing his head up, and bracing himself on his hands, Spike picked up the speed and vigor of his penetrating thrusts. “Like that don’t you Slayer? You just love being fucked by the big bads hard cock, don’t you.” His eyes almost crossed as Buffy clenched her pussy tight around his cock. “Fuck, like that pet, just like that.” Lowering his head he whispered in her ear, “How’s it feel Slayer, my cock so deep inside you,” and he thrust hard, his balls slapping against her ass.

All Buffy could do was moan and thrash under him, driven beyond words into a world of sensation and blinding pleasure.

“Feels damned good to me baby girl. Knowing your virgin blood is coating my cock, feeling you writhe under me, as I fuck your hot little cunt.” Spike slammed harder and deeper into Buffy’s willing body, growling in his chest as he fought against all instinct not to bite her.

“Gods Spike, I’m gonna…” Buffy gasped as lights exploded behind her eyes, her body clenching tight as a powerful orgasm rippled through her.

“That’s it pet, cum for Spike… cum all over my cock,” Spike panted in her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you all night long baby. Gonna fuck your tight cunt with my hard cock…” Spike lifted his head and looked at Buffy, noticing her eyes were tightly closed. He fisted one hand in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing more of her slender neck. “Open your eyes little slayer, look at the vampire whose fucking you,” he growled.

Buffy opened her passion-glazed eyes and looked up at Spike’s vampiric visage. A shudder ran through her frame at the fire and desire she saw burning in his golden eyes. Licking her lips, Buffy winked up at Spike, said, “Oh I see you Spike,” and tightening her vaginal muscles around his cock declared, “and I feel you too.”

Spike felt himself loosing control over his demonic nature as he began to pound harder and harder into Buffy. “God pet, I’m gonna…”

“Yes Spike… oh GOD!” Buffy screamed as another orgasm washed over her, drowning her in pleasurable sensations until she passed out from overload.

Spike lifted his head and roared loudly as he thrust once more, hard and deep, into Buffy’s tight passage, and filled her spasming womb with his cold cum. “BUFFY!” Panting heavily for air he didn’t need, Spike collapsed on top of Buffy, his brain shutting down as he too passed out.

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Methos let his senses take in the quiet ambiance that seemed to permeate the quaint little town Joyce had chose to live in. ‘Quiet on the surface maybe,’ he thought to himself as he turned the corner onto Revello. ‘But I can feel the darkness under the surface, just waiting to get out.’ He paused in front of the small, craftsman-style bungalow that belonged to his baby sister and laughed softly as Dawn came flying out the door.

“Uncle Methos! Uncle Methos! You came back!” Dawn screamed as she launched herself into his arms.

“I said I would, now didn’t I?” Methos said as he caught the young girl up and gave her a gentle hug. “How did you sleep little one?”

“Okay I guess…” Dawn murmured. “Kept hearing these weird noised, but I couldn’t figure out what they were.” Her eyes twinkled with mirth. “I do know they were coming from the basement though.”

“Oh really?” Methos queried with a sly grin. “Maybe Buffy was beating on…” Methos paused; searching for the name of the blonde-haired person, he had seen kissing Buffy last night.

“Why would she beat up on Spike? I think she likes him.” Dawn stated in that high-handed teenage tone that indicated she thought you were stupid or something. “It’s obvious.”

“Obvious huh.” Methos remarked as he led Dawn inside the house. “Why don’t I make you some…” he paused glanced at his watch, “lunch, and you can tell me all about this ‘Spike’ person that Buffy seems to like. Okay munchkin?”

“Sure, I want pancakes though.” Dawn stated emphatically as she plopped down on a stool at the kitchen island.

“Pancakes…” Methos slipped his trench coat off and hung it on a hook beside the back door, revealing a cream-colored sweater and black dress-slacks. “How about I make crepes instead?”

“What are crepes?” Dawn asked.

“Kind of like thin pancakes, with powdered sugar and fruit,” Methos replied distractedly as he dug through the cupboards and fridge gathering his ingredients and utensils.

“Cool, sugar and fruit. I can handle that.” Dawn practically bounced in her seat.

“So, tell me about this Spike person,” Methos requested as he started mixing up the batter for the crepes.

“Well, he’s cool and treats me like I’m his baby sister. Watches over me and stuff. Makes sure nobody hurts me, or mom.” Dawn thought for a minute. “Pretty much the entire town really. If he can I mean.”

“Protects you from what?” Methos inquired as he spread the batter into a nicely heated pan.

“Demons, other vampires…” Dawn trailed off with a giggle, “Teenage boys.”

“Other vampires?” Methos raised one eyebrow at Dawn, “What do you mean, ‘other vampires’?”

“Oops,” Dawn muttered. “I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”

“Why not? Would he get angry? Maybe hurt you?” Methos inquired as he rolled the thin crepe into a tube and dusted it with powdered sugar.

“NO! Spike would never hurt me. It’s just…” Dawn trailed off, obviously searching for a way to explain to Methos about Spike. With a sigh, Dawn decided to tell everything she knew. “I know he explained to Buffy, so maybe its okay. Spike is a vampire, over 100 years old. He’s also related to Giles, I think he’s his uncle or something.” Her eyebrows scrunched in thought. “Oh and he hasn’t killed an innocent human in decades.” Dawn finished her rambling explanation and smiled brightly at her uncle.

Methos chuckled as he placed a plate of crispy crepes and sliced peaches in front of Dawn. “Thanks kiddo. Now eat up.” He leaned back against the counter and watched Dawn dig into the crepes. Hearing sounds from upstairs; he turned back to the stove and began preparing another plate for Joyce.

“Uncle Methos? How come all the questions about Spike?” Dawn asked around a mouthful of fruit.

“I’m just worried about Mother; she’s been hurt really bad in the past. I don’t want her getting hurt again.” Methos replied distractedly.

“I’m sure Spike wouldn’t hurt her for the world, Methos.” Joyce interjected as she entered the kitchen. “Mmmm, something smells good.”

“Have a seat sister-mine and I’ll have this ready for you in a second.” Methos said as he deftly flipped the crepe. “How do you know he won’t hurt her?”

“For one, Spike doesn’t hurt those he cares about. In addition, he appears to care about mother a great deal, even though they only met a short time ago.” Joyce replied as she slipped onto the stool next to Dawn, ruffling her daughter’s hair as she did so. “If you want to know more about him, I suggest you talk to Spike.”

“I was planning on talking to him, maybe over a pint or two,” Methos said as he slid a plate of crepes in front of Joyce.

Dawn giggled, “If you are planning on getting him drunk, good luck!” She stood up and darted out of the room, her laughter following her.

“What does she mean, ‘good luck’?” Methos asked of Joyce.

“Just that it takes a lot to get Spike drunk.” Joyce replied as she savored the crepes.

“Oh I’m sure I can handle it.” Methos replied distractedly as his ears picked up muffled sounds coming from the basement. “Heh seems Dawn was right, they DO make weird noises.”

Joyce giggled, “Yeah, might have something to do with the sound-deadening insulation we put up. Spike has extremely sharp hearing, and it makes it easier on him with it in place, otherwise there is no way he’d be able to sleep.”

Methos nodded and grinned, “Well, from the sounds of it they are awake and should be up soon…” he trailed off as the sounds changed in intensity, “Maybe.”

Joyce reached for the phone as it started ringing almost demandingly. “Hello? Yes dear, we are awake. You will? Okay, see you soon. Bye.” She sighed as she hung up the phone. “I think we better clear this up, or Rupert will have you feeding him too.” She said with a chuckle.

With a look of horror on his face, Methos collected the dishes and began washing them, along with the pan and other utensils he had used. “Despite Mac’s insistence, I am NOT a cook.”

Joyce left the room, laughing softly as she went upstairs to get dressed, the sounds of her brother swearing up a storm making her feel more at home than she had in years.





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