Buffy had got up the next morning puzzled about her feelings for Spike. She spent most of the day moping around the house depressed and confused. Was she really comforted by Spike following her? Why hadn’t he been rubbing her nose in the fact that he had to bail her out? She wanted to know what, if anything, this claim thing did to her. In the end she went for a run and then meet the gang at the Magic Shop before going on patrol, but they hadn’t found anything out about the claim.
She went out on patrol with Willow that night and they talked about what had happened as they walked. Buffy once again felt familiar Spike tinglies as she patrolled that night.
She tied to explain about her confusion, “Why would he save me? He has been trying to kill me since he got here!” Buffy asked more to herself then Willow.
“I mean this is Spike here evil, disgusting, nasty, infuriating vampire!” she told Willow as they came to a stop at her front door.
“Buff, I’m sure we’ll come up with something soon,” Willow said trying to reassure her friend.
XXX
That night, Buffy lay in bed tossing and turning. She was confused and worried about what this claim meant for her. Buffy had been feeling strange about her changing feelings towards Spike. She was sure that Spike would have stuck around to rub in the fact that he had swooped in to save her, but she hadn’t seen him since he left the Magic Box yesterday before she patrolled. And to add to the weirdness, she’d had to chase down all the vampires she came across on patrol because they all ran from her when usually they come right to her almost begging to be staked.
Then there was the strange way Willy was acting earlier that day when she went in the bar to find out if she’d taken down all the vampire whorehouses. She finally asked him what the hell he was so nervous about, but he refused to tell her, of course, but as she was leaving she heard two demons talking about her being claimed.
Spike had saved her…. but at what cost? What was that claim thing that no one could figure out? Buffy decided that there was no way she was getting any sleep tonight until she got some answers and there was one peroxide blond that could give them to her. She got dressed and headed over to Spike’s crypt, kicking in the door, but he wasn’t in his normal spot in front of the TV. After looking around, she found him asleep in the lower level of the crypt.
“Spike, I want some answers from you now!” Buffy demanded throwing a candle at him. She sat on the edge of the bed shaking him.
“What!!? Who!? Oh, it’s you, Slayer. Come for a cuddle, have ya?” he asked with tousled hair and his chiseled chest peeking out from under the blankets. Not that Buffy was looking, she told herself.
“Um, um, I just,” Buffy couldn’t get the words to come out, surprised at seeing him in bed.
“What can I do for ya, Slayer? Need my beauty rest, ya know,” he said, eyeing her up and down. He could hear her pulse increase and was getting a kick out of making her a little uncomfortable.
“I-I wanted to talk to you about the other night,” she said, just a little too breathlessly. “I have questions about that claim thingy. What is it exactly?” she asked. “Giles was being really cryptic about anything that he found. He keeps telling me that he’s not done researching, that so doesn’t sound good. Could you just tell me, please?” she asked, still sitting at on the edge of the bed.
Buffy knew that saying please would get a reaction out of Spike, she just hoped it was the right one because she needed to know what it meant for her future.
“Bloody hell, knew I would have to answer for that one. Look Slayer, I’m not even using it, so just scamper back to your little life and leave me alone, why don’t ya?” he told her with an aggravated tone of voice, waving his hand toward the door.
“Spike, tell me what is happening! I feel weird and every vamp I have slayed in the last two days ran from me. Well, more then they usually do anyways. Then when I got to Willy’s and I hear these demons talking about me being claimed. What the hell is happening,” she demanded.
“What demons had been talking about you? What did they look like?” he asked possessively, sitting up in the bed and grabbing her arms.
“Don’t know and don’t care right now. Just want to know about the rest of it. Now, Spike,” she said with a pout.
“Fine, but remember you asked, ‘kay?” he said annoyed, “The vamps ran for the same reason that you made Willy nervous because you’re more than just the Slayer now.”
“So what the hell am I now?” Buffy asked him, more than frustrated.
“They’re running because they’re scared of me, luv. You, pet, are not only the Vampire Slayer but now you are a Master Vampire’s mate. The only way another could do any harm to you is to fight me,” he explained.
“Oh God, Spike! What the hell did you do to me?” she exclaimed in anger and frustration. “How am I going to do my job?”
“There is one more thing that I have to tell you ‘bout but I don’t want you to stake me over it. Understand me?” He asked, looking in her green eyes with his blue eyes.
She nodded her head in agreement, wondering how much worse this could possibly get.
“Now look at me, pet,” he said, touching a finger to her chin so she wouldn’t turn away. He knew she was angry but he needed to try to make her understand that he wasn’t going to hurt her.
“There is also the thrall. I do have some control over ya, but I’ve never used it and won’t, unless there isn’t another way,” he explained carefully. “Now would you like me to show you the difference?” he asked her.
“Wonderful! Not like it isn’t bad enough that I somehow get tied to a vampire. Now my oldest enemy has control over me! ” she grumbled.
Buffy knew that she should be feeling serious anger and outrage at Spike’s revelation, but something was holding her back. Maybe it was the look of wariness and fear in Spike’s eyes, like he was expecting her to stake him. This claim thing was seriously heavy with the wiggage but dead would be worse, and that Buffy had no doubt she would’ve been if Spike hadn’t stepped in. “Fine go ahead and show me, Spike.”
“No need to be dramatic, Buffy. No one needs to know. I’m not running around using the thrall, or screaming it off of the mountain tops or whatever passes for mountain tops in Sunnyhell. So just don’t tell them,” he said causally. “It can be our little secret, pet. Most of the fledglings aren’t going to know what a mating bond is anyway or who I am. The ones you ran into must have belonged to Rider. It will all be gone in a few months anyway. I think it takes doing the blood bond so many times over nine months or something for it to be permanent. Not real sure been years since Angelus told me about it,” he explained.
“I-I guess I should be thanking you. After all, you did get me out of there and didn’t even stick around to gloat. Yeah and why didn’t you gloat? That was very un-Spike like of you,” she commented.
“Knew the Watcher would be all buggered about it. I’m not draft you know. Just lying low for now,” he explained.
“This thrall thing - is it like Dracula did to me?” she asked, terrified that Spike had that kind of power over her. What Dracula had been able to do to her still was cause for some wiggage. If he’d been all about the killing, she wouldn’t be here today and it scared her that she’d had so little control over the situation. Spike having that kind of power over her was more than a bit frightening to think about. Yet… the fact that he hadn’t taken advantage of it didn’t mesh with the Spike she thought she knew.
“Kinda like Dracula, but it is a stronger bond. Don’t know what reaction you’ll have being human and a Slayer, but I’ll give it a try. You tell me, what should I have you do?” he asked with a wicked grin.
She thought for a minute, deciding that she needed to know what this control was like, her curiosity winning out. She found herself willing to go under his control.
“Take off my scarf. That’s it! Tell me to take off my scarf and then something else.”
He rolled his eyes before locking gazes. “Buffy, luv, take off your scarf for me now.”
She obeyed without hesitation.
He was right - it felt like when Dracula did it but she had less of an urge to try to stop it.
“Now be a luv and pass me my smokes.”
She didn’t move or even want to.
“Ok see the difference? How about if I go back to sleep now, yeah?” he asked as he pushed himself up on the pillows revealing more of his chest as he reached for his cigarettes.
She couldn’t help but look at him. He smelled her arousal and racked his eyes up and down her body slowly, making her blush. Where was this lusty Buffy coming from? She couldn’t help but wonder if, Spike could make her feel things, as well as do things?
“That is enough for today, pet. Now be a good girl and move along before I change my mind about being a gentleman,” he told her, taking a sniff of the scent of arousal coming off of her.
“But wait can you? Did you just…” she asked blushing, knowing that vampires have an extraordinary sense of smell.
“Didn’t think I would live or unlive to see this conversation happening,” he said sarcastically, amused at his blushing Slayer.
“No, luv, I didn’t but I could make you, the same way I did with your scarf.”
He sniffed the air. “You best be moving on now,” he told her feeling his body react.
Embarrassed by the fact that he could smell her arousal, she tried to squeeze her legs shut. Without thinking about it, Buffy leaned forward and pressed her lips against his surprised by how soft they felt. She pulled back slowly, feeling confused. Whoa…where had that come from? Spike, she just kissed Spike, she thought. Buffy needed to get out of there and far away from Spike but couldn’t help asking him one more question, not that she was really expecting him to tell her the truth.
“I have to ask….does this mate claiming thingy make me…. you know? ‘Cause I am and I’m having these thoughts about um…you know,” she asked.
“Have the hots for the Big Bad, do ya, luv?” he teased, then sighed as he saw the conflicted look on her face. One thing he knew about dealing with the Slayer was not to push her. He was likely to get a kick in the face as he watched her flee. “Don’t rightly know. Never done it before, luv. Only did it this time ‘cause I knew it was the only way to get you out of there alive,” he admitted in a low voice. “One thing I do know though, luv. I can’t force you to have feelings for me. Well, suppose I could with the thrall, but I haven’t. If you’re having the lusties for ole’ Spike here, maybe you need to do a spot of thinking on whether it’s something new or if it’s always been there.”
Spike wondered if the Slayer knew what an open book she was at times. It wasn’t hard to suss out that this wasn’t really a new feeling for her, although he imagined she’d never willingly admitted it to herself. He’d always felt it, that pull that always led him directly to the Slayer. Knew it was wrong but he was love’s bitch and always had been. Dru had seen it - it’s why she had kicked him to the curb.
Taking a chance, Spike leaned in slowly, his intent clear. He gave the Slayer time to move away, to knock him upside the head and flee, yet she didn’t. She surprised him by closing the distance and crushing her lips to his. The fire was instantaneous.
Buffy’s tongue was playing with his ear lobe, her hands around his neck. Her hand gently massaged the nape of his neck, desire making her bold.
He pulled away from her, knowing this was going to go a lot further if he didn’t put a stop to it. It was too soon and he knew his girl would wind up blaming him for things going in the direction they were headed. Not that he didn’t want to… God he wanted her. But he wanted her to come to him willingly, not because she was being a slave to her hormones. “Hey, hey, hey not fair, tryin’ to do the right thing here!”
“Feels right to me,” she whispered pressing her lips against his. God, she couldn’t believe she was feeling so wanton… over Spike! Boy, he knew how to kiss a girl though.
He took her by the shoulders and pushed her back, “I don’t know how I’m ever gonna let you go, but there are some things we need suss out first. We still don’t know how this claim affects humans.”
“Giles doesn’t know anything new or at least nothing he is telling me. That is why I came here asking you for the answers.”
“Yeah, but maybe your crack crew has found somethin’. If not, then we can help them look.” he told her, getting out of the bed. He had to put some distance between them or he was going to throw her down on the bed and have his wicked way with her, consequences be damned.
“Um, Spike do you know what time it is?” she asked gently. She wasn’t used to seeing him get so flustered.
“Oh yeah….right- guess Rupert isn’t there at four in the morning. Buffy, your Mum. She is gonna worry if you’re not home. We had better get ya there,” he told her as he started to pull on his jeans.
Spike knew that Joyce would worry about Buffy being out all night and he respected her Mum too much to worry her. He needed time to think. It must be this claim he did to her because he didn’t think Buffy would’ve behaved like this under normal circumstances. She certainly didn’t want him, would hardly give him the time of day before. But now things were different… did she really want him? Was it just the claim? Now that he’d had a taste of her, giving her up was likely to dust him.
Buffy refused to let Spike walk her home and he let her go, knowing she’d get herself tucked into her bed without mishap. She was his Slayer, after all. And a glorious one at that.
XXXX
They met the next day at the Magic Shop. Buffy was turning numerous shades of red when Spike walked in the door, memories of the previous night playing in Technicolor. Had that really been her? With Spike?
“We need to suss this out, now,” Spike said as he sauntered up to the table where the Scoobies were sitting, trying to avoid looking Buffy in the eye.
Buffy’s head shoot up, “Giles, in private, please.”
“Let’s go in the training room then,” Giles said, walking to the back room with Buffy and Spike following.
Once everyone was settled, Spike started, “Ok, I knew the only way to get Buffy out of there the other night was to claim her - there was no way that I coulda fought off two hundred bloody vampires. So, I relied on the fact that no one, in these parts anyway, is gonna challenge me. The Master Vamp at the club had to or he would’ve lost his reputation. He coulda challenged me, as well, going all the way down the line until there aren’t any fourth generation Masters left, not many of them around anyways, don’t think he had any because he was a fourth generation.”
“I tried to claim her showing the old bites that aren’t even mine, but he wasn’t having it, so I had to claim her in front of him and blah, blah, blah, you know the rest of that story,” Spike told them, waving his hand in the air on the “blah, blahs” for emphasis.
“So what does this mean for Buffy?” Giles asked as Buffy started to fidget. Being a Watcher, he had some idea but he preferred it spelled out for him.
“You want to explain this one, pet? I’d really like to keep all my digits,” Spike asked Buffy, stepping back from the table and closer to the back door.
“Well, with the claim thingy, it made me a Master Vampire’s mate,” Buffy started.
“I realize that, Buffy. But what entirely does this entail?” Giles asked, shooting daggers at Spike. The extensive research he had done had provided few details, most likely because of the infrequency a Master Vampire had claimed a human in the past. And a claimed slayer wasn’t documented anywhere in his books, although he knew the Council would have kept that information closely hidden.
“Got her outta there in one piece though, didn’t I? Yeah, that’s right, best to show a little gratitude,” Spike pointed out.
“So that explains why all the vampires are running from me and why Willy pissed his pants when I tried to question him. They’re scared of Spike and that can come in handy,” Buffy said nodding with a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. At least one thing good had come of this.
“Now we need to find out if there’s any more info on this mating thingy because I’m having some…… ummm……well, unusual feelings towards Spike,” Buffy told Giles.
“And I have…. ummm, those same ones with a bit of a possessive-protective quality tossed in,” Spike explained. “So we need to find out more.”
“Oh dear Lord! Please tell me you two haven’t done anything?!” Giles exclaimed, standing up from the table and pacing back and forth as he cleaned his glasses furiously.
“Um, well, yeah…. it kinda just happened a little last night- it was sorta by accident … I had, you know, those weird feelings and I went to Spikes crypt for some answers,” Buffy said shyly while fidgeting in her chair.
“I’m thinkin’ we need to stay far away from each other until this is sussed out,” Spike suggested, backing away.
“You went to his crypt and what happened?” Giles asked. “Forget it! I really don’t want to know.”
“Which is why we need to figure this out!” Spike announced. “From what I remember, it takes doing the bite thing three times within nine months or so. If not, the bond would die away in a few months but I can’t remember all of it, has to be a hundred years since Angelus explained it to me,” Spike explained.
“I may have found something, stay here. I’ll get the book,” he told them.
“Well from what I have read,” Giles told them opening the book to reference, “there doesn’t seem to be a way to break the bond itself. I am going to call Angel myself to see what he knows about this.” Giles explained to them as he went to call Angel.
Spike stayed to the back of the room as Buffy was explaining the situation to Xander, Anya, Willow and Tara, who had followed them into the training room.
“Did you get Angel?” Buffy asked when Giles returned.
“Yes, yes I did. Angel doesn’t know of any way of breaking the bond. However, it seems that Spike, isn’t quite as bonded to you, as you are to him. Seems it takes vampires three times to be bonded and humans only once.” Giles explained. “As you can imagine, he was not too happy this has taken place. He will be doing some research on his end.”
“Um, I need to talk to Buffy alone,” Spike said pointing toward the door that led to the back alley.
“Look Slayer, I’m not going to apologize for this. I. had no bloody choice. You know that, right?” Spike started once they were alone, he was clearly upset.
“It’s not that bad,” she told him, putting her hand on his arm trying to reassure him. Buffy didn’t want to question why she was being so calm about this recent turn of events. In the grand scheme of things, being mated to Spike was far preferable to being dead. That may not be the entire reason, but for the moment, that was all she was prepared to think about. Something had changed between them in a fundamental way and she was tired of fighting it.
“We’ll find away to break it, Buffy,” he promised. “Maybe your chums will find a way to break it for you,” he said pacing.
Buffy took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe she was about to say this. “I don’t want it broken, Spike. I want to be with you.”
He spun around to stare at her. “Pet, that’s just the bond talking. I know the real Buffy doesn’t feel this way. The real Buffy wouldn’t want to be with a monster…”
“Is it me? Don’t you want me?” she asked as tears welled in her eyes.
"Who do I think I am?" he sighed, softly-reaching a hand out to touch her face. "I'm yours, Buffy, don't you know that? I'm yours, just as much as you are mine with the bond. You're all I think about, all I dream about. I'm your willin’ slave."
His mouth slanted across hers. His tongue licked along her bottom lip and then slowly over her top lip. She was moaning into his mouth, as he teased her slowly and relentlessly with his tongue. She wanted, no, she needed to feel his tongue in her mouth. But… this wasn’t the time or the place for this to be happening. Panting, she tore her lips away and took a step back.
“Meet me at your crypt in twenty minutes. We can finish talking… and whatever else there,” Buffy told him.
Spike nodded and headed down the alley, while Buffy talked to Giles and the others.
XXXX
He was sitting on the bed when she climbed down the ladder.
“Buffy, things will never be the same again if we continue this! Don’t you get it? I’m not going to be able to let you go. Then the only way you’ll be rid of me is to dust me.”
“I see it like this,” she told him as she started to slowly strip. “If the gang can find a way out for both of us, great…. we can talk about it then.”
“Surely wasn’t expecting this. Just to be clear - this is your idea, innit?” he asked eyeing her with lust.
“You aren’t forcing me to do anything,” she assured him.
Buffy stood there naked before him, her arousal thick in the air. “I have the full effect of this and you get off not as bonded to me as I am to you.” She straddled his lap. “Now that isn’t very fair to me, is it?” she asked him with a pout.
“Oh, God, Buffy!! Last fucking warning! I’m willing to bet that this mate claim has everything to do with you being hot, horny, and on top of me. This isn’t exactly normal Slayer behavior, but even I have my limits and I am about to lose all self control,” he warned her, breathlessly as she pulled off his shirt.
He had a lap full of naked Slayer just begging to be bitten and she wanted to taste him. Buffy bit her bottom lip nervously and pressed her lips slowly against his. Spike deepened the kiss and tasted her leisurely, exploring her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, teasing her…..relishing her heat as her tongue intertwined with his.
Buffy let out a long shaky breath as Spike trailed little kisses along her collarbone. He moved his mouth back up to hers and parted her lips with his tongue. He loved kissing her; she was so hot, so beautiful, so perfect. She was his, and he was going to make her his forever with this claim, if she’d have him.
“Tell me, luv, what do you want?” he asked, as he laid her on the bed then quickly removed his jeans.
“Spike, stop teasing me! You know what I want,” she pleaded, biting down hard on her bottom lip.
He nibbled on that sensitive spot right behind her ear. “Oh, aaaah, you are evil,” Buffy cried.
“You got that right, Big Bad here.” He leaned forward while murmuring against her lips, “Who do you belong too?” he asked.
“You, yours, I belong to you, Spike. Now take what’s yours,” she demanded, pulling him into a hungry kiss.
Spike groaned loudly as she offered him everything he had ever hoped for, everything he had ever desired from her. His mouth brushed her soft skin, the scent of her blood teasing, her pulse beating against his mouth. A wave of pure possessiveness came over him.
He slowly began pushing in to her heat, stretching her, not wanting to hurt her. She gasped, as she felt herself stretching almost beyond what she thought she could handle. He inched in her a little at a time, it was both pleasure and pain. She felt full and stretched by him, as he slowly started to move inside her. She shivered from the coolness of his skin as he dove in to her.
“Buffy, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned breathlessly.
Buffy’s screams of pleasure spurred him on. “Spike,” she gasped as she met his thrusts. She was heat and passion, and she was his. He staked his claim with hard thrusts, the word 'mine' echoing in his mind with every thrust.
"Who do you belong to?" he growled in her ear, as he felt her orgasm approaching. “Tell me, Buffy.”
“You! I’m yours forever! Bite me! NOW!” she screamed her release. Her words and the feel of her pulse beating just under his lips sent him over the edge, he couldn’t hold back another second. Spike’s features changed as he dropped his head to her neck, his fangs sinking into her flesh. He felt her shudder and tremble beneath him as he bit into her until she screamed out his name in absolute ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her, as tiny little aftershocks of pure bliss coursed through them both.
Buffy cuddled against him laying her head on his chest as they lay spent. Spike pulled the blanket over their bodies, the warmth of her next to him was like fire, but he knew she would be getting cold soon.
He dropped a kiss on her head, her hair smelled of coconut and strawberries and he thought he’d never smell anything sweeter.
“I have never ever felt like this before,” Buffy said, a tear escaping her eye as she snuggled closer to him, laying her hand on his chest.
“Tell me, luv, did I hurt you?” he asked, gently pulling her chin up so he could look in her eyes.
“No, this was just so different. Slower, more intense, oh, don’t know how to explain it,” she told him, settling once more against his chest.
“Oh Buffy…I…Oh God, that was absolutely incredible,” he whispered in her hair. “Did you stake me? Did I do something good? ‘Cause I’ve gone to heaven and back,” he breathed, trying to figure her out.
“Spike, I want to be with you forever,” she said as she dropped her head under the blankets and started dropping light kisses down his chest. “There just feels so right. So… perfect.”
Spike grabbed a dagger from the night stand and cut a small slit in his chest. Buffy leaned over and licked the blood.
“Mine,” Buffy muttered against his skin as she licked and sucked the blood that was oozing from the wound Spike had made above his nipple.
Now they are forever bonded by blood and claimed by each other.
The End
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks again to BloodShedBaby for all her help! Sorry it took so long for the update!