Buffy shot him a dirty look as he walked beside her, her hand tightening around what he’d just given her. “Duh. I kicked some Lothos ass, remember? However, I am wondering what exactly a vampire is doing with his own personal stake.”
“Protection.” She gave him a weird look, and Spike shook his head. “It’s not like it’s any different from you humans keeping guns. And we vampires are a territorial lot. You never know when someone might decide you’re in the wrong place and need to be dealt with.”
“Okay, whatever. Second question.”
“What is this, an interview?”
“Yeah, I’m profiling you for News of the Weird,” Buffy replied with an eye roll. “How dumb are you exactly to be handing a stake to the Slayer?”
He replied to her question with a smirk and a bit of swagger as he hooked his thumbs around his belt buckle and moved closer to her. “I know you’re not going to use that on me, Slayer.”
Buffy swallowed, her body wanting to tremble even as she jutted out her chin and pretended she was being nothing but defiant. “Oh yeah? And how can you be so sure of that.”
She was beautiful when she was challenging him, Spike concluded. The Slayer in New York had had fire, but this one. Oh, he’d let her make him burn… “How do I know? Because your heart just sped up, your breathing is quicker, and…” He leaned in, finishing his response with his cool lips pressed against her ear. “I can smell how hot you are for me.”
Buffy gasped and pushed him away from her, though Spike noted her scent didn’t lose its tint of excitement. “That’s sick. And totally, totally off base.”
“Is it?” Spike asked, his tongue curling against his teeth. “I mean, I know I want to.” He shrugged. “Just to know what it’s like.”
“You want to kill me.”
“And? Sex and death, love…not as different as you lot try to pretend.”
She wanted to be horrified. He could tell, just looking at her face, how much she wanted to find what he’d just said absolutely repulsive. But her eyes – her eyes said it all. Curiosity and desire mixing together to make him stone-hard in his jeans. Maybe they could just skip this whole thing and go back to his place for a good, rough fuck…
However, when the fledge he’d seen sired earlier – and thus known where to lead her in order to ensure she’d get a fight – chose that moment to make his presence known, any thoughts of trading one dance for another ceased. The new vampire locked on to the sound of her heartbeat and the scent of her warm blood and immediately came for her, too caught up in the hunger of the newly risen to listen to the warnings his senses were sending out.
Spike, too, always ignored those warnings, but that had more to do with a belief he was too good to have to worry about silly little things like fear.
Buffy reacted immediately, losing no ground due to her distraction prior to the new vampire’s appearance. However, she didn’t go straight for the kill either. If anything, she seemed to be toying with him, dragging out the fight much longer than was necessary.
From his vantage point away from the action, Spike sniffed the air. She was still aroused – even more so, actually. And since he knew she wasn’t attracted to the pimply-face little minion she was facing now, well, that could only mean one thing. She was doing this for him. She was giving him a show, performing their version of a courtship dance. She could say anything about wanting him or not, but he could see the truth in every move she made.
Spike smiled slowly, his eyes flickering with gold. It wouldn’t only be her blood he’d be feasting on tonight…
When she let things come to their inevitable conclusion, Buffy turned towards Spike as she staked the fledgling, meeting his eyes through the cloud of dust. Spike sucked in a breath at the sight of her, her blood practically screaming to him now as it thrummed throughout her body. She took a tentative step towards him, but he closed the distance.
Spike took her hand and uncurled her fingers from around the stake, taking it away from her. “I told you you wouldn’t use it on me,” he said softly.
“I could still take it back,” she replied, though her protest was weak.
Spike shook his head, then dropped the stake to the ground and grabbed her arms, pulling her roughly against his body. “Tell me you want me.”
Buffy looked up, her eyes wide. “I…I don’t know what I want,” she admitted.
The smile he gave her was that of an all-too-charming predator, and he stroked her cheek, making her shiver against him. “You’ve never had a man desire you, have you, Slayer? It’s never been anyone but pathetic little boys.”
She blushed at his question but shook her head no, and Spike moved closer, his groin pressing into her now and letting her feel just how much he was a man. “You ever let them touch you? Ever let the boys play?”
Buffy swallowed, her voice faltering as she spoke. “I…I kissed some of them, and…and sometimes I let them touch me over my shirt.”
Spike grinned at her answer, her innocence delighting him. Clearly, she was young, but he was a vampire, and therefore bound to defile purity wherever he found it, or something.
And shagging a virgin Slayer until all she could manage was a whimper? That was defilement of the very best kind.
He leaned in and whispered against her skin. “I’m not going to stop there. I’m not going to stop at all. I’m going to take you into my bed and I’m going to fuck you raw. I’m going to fuck you until you cry, until you don’t know if you’re begging me to stop or do it just a little bit harder.”
Her heart was pounding now, and when she reached out and grabbed his arm he knew it was as much to steady herself as it was due to a need to touch him. “What…what if I say no?”
“Oh, you’re not going to say no. You’re going to beg me for it.”
Her mouth parted in a silent gasp and he locked his eyes with hers. He could see so much in those eyes, all the loss and desperation she’d suffered since her Calling echoed in them, aging her much more than her few years. He watched her internal war play on her face, her fear fighting against the desire to push back the loneliness she’d been drowning in.
Finally, she gave him what he was waiting for.
“Please. I…” She glanced down for a moment before looking back up again, her eyes hooded by her lashes as she whispered, “Show me what I was made for, Spike. Please.”
He wanted to kiss her. He could feel her warm breath, could see her lips glistening in the moonlight as she ran her tongue over them, and he wanted to taste her more than he could remember ever wanting anything. But he knew it would be his undoing, knew the moment he gave in at all, he’d give in completely, and take her right there in the dirt of the cemetery. However, as good as graveyard sex sounded, he wanted more from her. He wanted to hide her away from everyone but himself, wanted to lose himself in her completely until he’d finally sated his lust. No matter how long that took…
Trying to rein himself in, he grabbed her arms and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to bruise. The sound of her gasp washed over him, stroking his lust further.
Knowing his control was tenuous at best and he needed to hurry, Spike picked up the Slayer and carried her off. She clung to the fabric of his shirt, her face pressed against his neck, and he knew if he had any sense at all, he’d drop her and run away before she destroyed everything about him.
He walked faster.
She was gorgeous naked and spread out on his bed. He’d pushed apart her thighs and knelt between them and she hadn’t tried to close them, hadn’t proven herself to be a blushing sort of virgin. She might not know what she had agreed to, but she knew she wanted it.
And the way she looked at him… There was no trepidation in her eyes, no fear of what he might do to her. He’d told her he wasn’t going easy on her, told her it was going to be rough, and yet she lay there spread for him, wet and wanting. Didn’t she know what they were, what they were doing? They were mortal enemies, assigned the title by fate, and whether they were fighting or fucking, the outcome would be the same.
He grabbed her, pulled her roughly to his lips, and growled as he finally kissed her. She was slack for a moment before she slid up and wrapped her legs around his waist and tangled her fingers in his hair. His cock instinctively sought her heat, and their position let the tip push into her folds, rousing a moan from her. Spike grabbed on to her harder and bit her lip with blunt teeth, breaking the skin and giving him the first taste of her blood.
If he’d hurt her, she didn’t show it. She wriggled against his erection and slid one hand down to dig her nails into his back, drawing blood herself. Spike growled, his demon raging forward at her refusal to submit, to declare him the inevitable victor of their clash.
With a roar, he pulled her off and threw her down face first against the mattress. Before she could move, he grabbed both her wrists in one hand and brought her back towards him, holding her still so he could force himself into her body.
She cried out and Spike knew he’d hurt her; he could smell the sweet tang of her blood in the air. But then she clenched herself around him, her muscles constricting until he couldn’t tell his own pain from pleasure, and he knew he still didn’t have the upper hand.
When she turned her head to look at him and spoke, he had a sinking suspicion he never would.
“Is that all you’ve got, big bad?”
“Not even close, Slayer,” he snarled, tightening his grip on her wrists as he pulled out and slammed into her again. She grunted with the impact and flexed her captured hands, her body steeled against his invasion.
Spike let go of her hands but leaned forward, grabbing her shoulder and pressing her down into the mattress as he started thrusting, cursing every time he fought his way back into her too-tight body. She was all heat and pulse, throbbing around him, under him. Every time he made his way inside of her, she cried out, her hands scrabbling against the sheets for purchase as she let him take from her body.
He pushed himself against her with every thrust in, making her feel all of him. Her gasps and whimpers began to glide into moans, her hips coming up to meet him, sucking him in impossibly deep. His slide became easier as she grew wetter, liquid fire running down his cock and making him wonder if she could burn him like holy water.
“Uhn…fuck, yes!”
Her moaned exclamation made Spike falter for a moment before he picked up speed, making her begin to chant his name. “Bloody… You like this, don’t you, Slayer?”
“Yeah…” Buffy panted, her tongue coming out to lick her lips. “You’re making me…oh…you’re making me feel…”
Suddenly, Spike pulled out of her and she cried out at the loss, struggling under him in a vain attempt to bring him back inside. “No, please…I need more, please…”
“I know, Slayer,” Spike said as he grabbed her under her arms and sat her down in his lap so she was facing him. Soon, he’d pushed inside of her again, and Buffy sighed with relief before moaning loudly, throwing her head back as Spike grabbed her bottom with both hands and started bouncing her up and down on his cock.
She snaked her arms around his neck, one hand stealing up to grab the curls at the nape and hold on, tight enough that her nails were scraping his skin. He grunted and dug his fingers into her ass, pushing into her even deeper still.
“Oh, oh, oh!” She cried out with every bounce on his lap, her voice rising in pitch as her body began to grow rigid. Spike’s eyes focused on her glistening lips, parted sweetly and begging him to taste her again. He did so with a growl, his tongue pushing forward into her mouth and finding hers, starting yet another battle even as he felt something inside his chest being pulled towards her, giving in to her.
When she came, she pitched her body backwards, and Spike went tumbling with her, swallowing her scream in the middle of her orgasm as the action caused him to slam into the hilt.
Spike held himself still as she clenched around him, strangling his cock with the tightest muscles he’d ever felt. He tore his mouth from hers and watched her writhing in pleasure beneath him, entranced by the glow of her sweat-soaked skin, her hazy, unfocused green eyes.
She went slack beneath him, breathing heavily as she lay still, dazed and sated. She was beautiful, so beautiful, and Spike’s hand shook as he stroked her cheek. Buffy smiled softly at him and put her hand over his, and he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips gently grazing hers.
He pulled back suddenly, looking down at her as a flash of horror crossing his face. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. He was a vampire, she was a Slayer – this was supposed to be about dominance and control not… Not anything else…
He forced his demon forward, his fangs breaking the surface as he roughly grabbed her thighs and slammed into her with full strength. Buffy cried out in pain, feeling the full effects of his rough use of her body now that the lust-fueled frenzy she’d been in when she’d first fallen into bed with Spike was over. Her brow wrinkled as she whimpered, and immediately, Spike’s human face was forward again.
Spike carefully pulled out of her, then slid down her body, pressing a reverent kiss against her navel before finally settling between her legs. The scent of her blood was strong there, and Spike could see it smeared on the flesh of her thighs. His eyes slid shut for a moment as he breathed her in, feminine arousal and Slayer blood stirring his demon again, although this time its thoughts seemed to be falling into sync with the man’s.
He began to lap at her inner thighs, drawing a soft sigh from her at the soothing feel of his cool tongue. His still-hard cock ached with the need for more of her as the taste of her blood threatened to drive him out of his mind with lust, but he controlled himself this time, suddenly wanting to do anything but hurt her. When he traced a path up from her thighs to the apex of her legs, Buffy whimpered, thrusting her hips closer to his mouth. He slid his tongue inside her, caressing the damage he’d done, soothing her aches.
Her breathing became labored as he continued to feast between her legs, finding a cocktail sweeter than her blood alone. After a moment she brought her hand up, hesitating for a moment before she cradled the back of his head, gently stroking his hair as she urged him on. He shivered against her, his eyes fluttering closed as he slid his tongue upwards, finding her clit and gently bathing the bundle of nerves, wanting to watch her in orgasm again.
He didn’t have to wait long. Her body still highly sensitized, she fell over again soon, her mouth falling open in a wordless cry as she arched her hips against his face. Still cradled between her legs, Spike looked up at her and brought his tongue down again to taste her pleasure as she came.
When her tremors subsided and her body lay limp again, Spike pulled himself up on his knees and looked down at her. She brought her eyes up to meet his, and he saw the haze break through them as she gave him a small nod, letting him know she knew what came next. Spike lay down beside her, moving her so her back was against his front, his cock nestled between her thighs, sliding over her folds without slipping inside.
Spike brushed his hand over her long, golden hair, and Buffy trembled for only a moment before she reached up and took hold of it, bringing it away from her neck to bare herself to him. Spike reached across her body and took her other hand, interlocking their fingers and offering her a reassuring squeeze as he lowered his mouth to her neck. He rested his lips against the pulse of her jugular, closing his eyes and focusing on the sound of her blood rushing just below the surface and the intoxicating scent of her skin and desire, his fangs itching beneath his gums. His cock twitched against her and his demon came forward again.
She squeezed his hand as his fangs pierced her flesh.
Spike moaned into her skin as her blood splashed over his tongue, the strength of it surging through him. She gasped at the first shot of pain, then sighed, leaning further against him and guiding his arm so he was wrapping it around her, holding her close. Spike closed his eyes, getting lost in the feel of her surrounding him until he came hard against her skin with a groan and a shudder.
She started to slump in his arms; he lifted his head and licked her wound closed.
Buffy fell asleep to the feel of his lips against her temple and the sound of his voice murmuring softly.
Spike woke when she stumbled out of bed and watched as she tried to stand on shaky, aching legs. He must’ve made a noise because she turned to look at him with a mixture of shock and confusion, one hand flying up to press against her neck, while the other went against the mattress in an attempt to keep herself from falling to the ground.
“You…you didn’t kill me,” she said.
He sat up in the bed and shook his head. “No.”
“Why?”
Spike met her eyes when he answered. “I think you know the answer to that.”
Buffy let her hand fall from her neck as she pulled herself upright. “You gave me my strength back, you know.” He merely nodded, and she turned her head away from him. “I should go now.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“But I need to. I’m not done fighting. Not anymore.”
“If you leave now, you’re alone. No family, no friends, no watcher. No one.”
“And if I stay?”
He replied without words, instead reaching out to her, beckoning her back into the bed and his arms. He couldn’t give her an answer on what would become of them now, and she knew it as well as he did.
She turned to face him, her eyes going from his face to his hand and back again.
Still reaching towards her, Spike waited for her decision.