The Electra Complex
The blue window tinted Bentley sped through the dark streets of LA. A shockingly platinum haired man wearing a power suit reclined comfortable in the back seat, flanked by two gorgeous women either side of him. The woman on the left was decidedly older than the one on the right and a picture of elegance. She was in a tight black strapless dress that rather alluringly hugged her breasts and silver heels that accentuated her wonderfully sculpted legs. The woman on the right wore her hair down. She was in a sizzling backless red number that ended just above her thigh.
Spike decided to amuse himself a little, letting a hand run up and down the leg of the older woman, though his other hand continued to gently stroke the small of the back of the younger blonde, letting her know that his attention wasn’t completely diverted.
“You’re so sexy love,” Spike declared, bending down to kiss her thigh. Spike loved the fact that at 35, Buffy was sexier than she had ever been. Buffy said nothing, just closed her eyes and rested against the comfortable headrest. Spike smiled when he noted that her breathing turned heavy. The fact that he could arouse her still brought him pleasure. Spike brought his face to hers. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. She obeyed. Spike smiled, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He’s the devil, Buffy reminded herself, even as he parted her lips with his own, then licked her tongue. And Buffy lost herself in that kiss, wanting to forget how utterly fucked up things were and how much worse they could get. She wanted to forget.
When the kiss deepened, the other blonde cleared her throat, which broke the spell of the moment. Spike ended the kiss, licked his lips, savouring the taste of his love, and shot her a look that said later. Buffy nodded her head slightly, then stared out the window, watching the buildings go by. Spike turned to the other blonde, who was giving him a baleful stare. “Come here sweetling,” he said. She shook her head. Spike held out his hand and after a moment of defiance she obeyed.
She was such a sweet little thing at 19, Spike thought as she sidled upto him. So young. So fresh faced. So eager to please. So goddamn ripe for the plucking. Spike knew he would burn in hell for that last thought, but he figured he was heading there anyway, so he might as well go out with a bang. Buffy said nothing. After a few years of being a wife to a ‘wealthy businessman,’ she knew better than to say anything. So she just focused idly on the dark and narrow streets. But she couldn’t help but sneak a glance. Dawn had slung an arm around Spike’s shoulders, and was wiggling as Spike maneuvered her into sitting across his lap. Buffy forced herself to look away, her heart hammering in her chest.
I’m just being paranoid. I’m just being paranoid.
“Had fun tonight kitten?” Spike asked her gently, his hand still firmly on the small of her back, his thumb making circles. “Uh-huh,” Dawn said, playing with Spike’s carefully gelled curls. “Did you?” she asked
Spike chuckled, “Couldn’t sweets. Had to work.”
“You’re no fun at all,” she replied.
Spike smirked. “Can’t help that now can I? Gotta work so that I can keep my girls in the finest.”
He took Buffy’s hand at that and pressed it to his lips. Buffy looked at him, then put on a forced smile, the looked away.
“Pig,” Dawn teased.
“Oi,” he protested, “gimme my credit cards back.”
“Not a chance,” she said.
Dawn bent down to whisper something in Spike’s ear, which made them both laugh.
“Buffy,” Spike said languidly. “Mmmmm,” she responded in a non-committal manner, still not looking. She couldn’t bear to look. “Dawn has something to say.” A moment of silence passed as Dawn cleared her throat. “I want Spike……..” she declared haughtily. Buffy snapped her head around. She felt as if she’d been slapped. She would not be disrespected by Dawn in this way, no matter what the cost. “To take me to Xoros tonight,” Dawn added mischievously.
Buffy swallowed her anger, knowing that she had almost blown it. She needed to tread carefully. “It’s late,” she said quietly. “She’s right kitten,” Spike concurred, which took her by surprise. “Wouldn’t you rather be in a nice warm bed?” he asked, all innocence, as his hand stroked her knee. Dawn leveled Spike with a knowing look, as if to say ‘who are you kidding mister?’ Buffy turned her attention back to the pathetic skyline.
Whose bed? she thought, then pushed it out of her mind. I’m just being paranoid, she chanted, like a mantra.
“Home,” Spike decided finally, buzzing the driver. Dawn frowned, poking him in the chest. “Meanie.”
Spike chuckled. “I’ll make it upto you love. I promise.”
“Your loss,” Dawn said, crossing her arms. “I had something special planned.”
“Really?” Spike chuckled. “Uh-huh,” Dawn said, wiggling in his lap.
“Too bad you’ll never know.”
Spike sighed, kissing her on the shoulder. “Fraid so.”
A short while later the car pulled into the gated estate, followed by another two cars that had been tailing them discreetly. The neatly manicured lawns, koi ponds, gazebos and man made fountains were a stunning sight, somewhat marred by the security team that was manning the detail. The trio disembarked. Spike took them both gently by the waist and led them up the mansion steps until they came to the staircase.
“Go upstairs love,” Spike told Buffy, kissing her forehead gently, as he guided her up the steps. “I’ll be up in a bit.” Dawn hung off his arm, feigning an utterly bored look, but her manner screamed possessiveness. Buffy wanted to say so many things just then. She wanted to slap him, scream at him, break everything in sight, rage at him, make him fall to his knees and tell her he loved her and only her. She wanted to tell him that she hated him that coming to his home six years ago had been a mistake. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. “Okay,” she said finally, climbing up the staircase.
“Night mom,” Dawn said, her voice containing more than just a hint of mockery. Buffy turned around and looked at them. Her husband and their step-daughter, standing side by side. Or was it her step-daughter and her lover, who just happened to be Buffy's husband? She was afraid to ask. As usual Spike’s face betrayed nothing. In his many years of ‘business’ he had cultivated an impenetrable mask that gave nothing way. So Buffy looked at her Dawn, who had a triumphant look on her face.
I win, her green eyes seemed to say. I win.
Six years ago…....
“We haven’t been invited to the mayor’s victory speech,” Wesley said, sitting back on the leather couch. Spike glanced at his cousin, his advisor and best friend from behind his mahogany desk.
“He’s smarter than he looks, I’ll give him that,” Spike said chuckling.
“You’d think he show some gratitude to his biggest donor,” Wesley said, adjusting his spectacles. Spike smirked. He wasn’t used to seeing his stiff cousin so worked up.
“It’s called plausible deniability Wes,” Spike said. “Or didn’t they teach you that at law school?”
Spike grinned at the look on Wesley’s face. He was always sensitive about the outrageous amount of money his family had spent putting him through college. Spike on the other hand, had dropped out when he was 17. He really didn’t have time for school. His father was dying and the other families were trying to hone in on his business. William ‘the bloody’ had put a stop to all that. Sometimes he missed the violence. Things were all so respectable these days. Being a mob boss wasn’t as much fun anymore.
“Yes Spike. Thank you for boiling three years of Oxford into one pithy sentence. As ever, your brilliant legal mind overwhelms me.”
Wesley was the only one who could have ever spoken to him that way. And they both knew it.
“Shut up you git.”
“Enough Wes,” Spike said in a firm voice, rubbing his head. “I don’t care about being invited to the sodding victory speech. I care about the building permits and the judges going easy on our boys.”
Spike removed his jacket and unknotted his tie, then glanced at Wesley, who was now frowning. “Make sure he doesn’t forget our…..friendship,” he said carefully.
Wesley smiled. That was more like it.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Wilkins frequents one of our clubs doesn’t he?”
Wesley understood what Spike was saying.
“I’ll deliver the pictures in person.”
“You just wanna see the look on his face don’t you?”
Wesley chuckled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Anything else?” Spike said, now entirely bored.
“Lot’s,” Wesley said sighing.
“You’ll figure it out,” Spike said, rising from his seat. “That’s why I pay you the big bucks.”
“I just gave myself a raise,” Wesley said dryly, picking up a large file and shuffling through the papers as Spike walked out of his den.
“Give Buffy my love,” Wesley called after him.
“I was planning on giving her mine,” Spike said, looking back as Wesley flipped him the bird, not even bothering to look up from the file.
Spike reached his room and tried the knob. Locked. He knew what that meant. Spike looked around to ensure no-one was passing by, then withdrew a key from his pants, unlocked the door and let himself in.
Buffy was lying across the bed on her belly, reading a magazine.
Stark bollocks naked, Spike noted as he locked the door behind him, his eyes running down her back, all the way to her lovely bottom, his erection throbbing. Buffy looked at his reflection in the mirror opposite her bed and got back to her magazine.
Spike removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants, mentally congratulating himself at the positioning of the mirror.
“Buffy?” he said. No response. So he stripped off and quickly moved up the bed until his legs were either side of her. “What are you doing?” she said suddenly, giving him a glare in the mirror. “Just what it looks like,” he whispered in her ear. “Gonna fuck my sweet sweet wife.” Spike ran his dick across the cleft of her ass, winking at her in the mirror. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. He smiled when he saw that.
“Lift up kitten,” Spike whispered gently, kissing her shoulder. She shook her head. “Buffy,” he said, trying to cajole her. “I was busy sweetness.”
“I don’t care,” she said, looking back down. Spike sighed. He had no patience for this. Buffy gasped when she felt his palm swat her ass. She looked up in outrage to find him smirking. It hadn’t hurt. Actually it felt rather good. But she was damned if she’d tell him that.
“You’re so dead,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“M afraid it’ll have to wait,” Spike said casually, delivering another spank.
“Spike!!!!!!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with colour.
“Such a pretty shade of red,” Spike chuckled, looking down. “If only you could see.”
“I do see,” she said which made him frown in confusion. She looked at him, “an ass, that is.”
He looked down dismissively. “I prefer yours. Now get on your knees.”
She gave him another glare, but obeyed. Spike’s cock prodded her entrance, his head slipping against her wetness, which made her hiss.
“You’re so wet love,” Spike cooed in her ear. “Should spank you more often. Save myself the trouble of foreplay.”
“Nuh-uh,” she denied.
“Tell me you love it,” he demanded, reaching around to fondle her breasts, as he slid inside her, groaning at the warmth, then began thrusting his hips quickly.
“Don’t…...love it..” she managed to gasp, somehow.
“You love it,” Spike said, his voice rasping, as he tweaked her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
“No….” she moaned more forcefully. Spike saw the defiance in her eyes and slowed himself down, reducing the force of his thrusts until he had almost completely stopped.
“Tell me you love it,” he demanded, holding onto her hip, thrusting just once.
“Ohhhhhhh……” she mewled. Even in her state she was furious. She couldn’t believe he was doing this after making her wait all evening. The bastard. She was so gonna kill him afterwards.
Spike thrust again. Harder. Just once. This time, they both moaned. Spike knew she was on the edge. Problem was so was he. They both couldn’t take much more of this.
“Buffy,” Spike warned, gritting his teeth.
“Spike,” she hissed through her teeth, trying to thrust back desperately to get off. Spike was having none of it though. He held onto her, making sure she couldn’t get off. Spike gave a mini thrust, which made her almost weep in ecstasy.
“I love you spanking me,” she ground out. “I love you fucking me. I love you, you bastard. Now, fuck me or I’m going to strangle you in your sleep,” she hissed.
And that was all he needed to hear. Spike began thrusting again in earnest, his hands making marks on her hips. Buffy felt her body hum as she rapidly built up to orgasm. “Gonna….gonna”
Spike doubled his efforts, fucking her harder and harder until he heard her wail in ecstasy. He couldn’t stop to let her savour it though, he needed his own too much. Three thrusts later he let go, spilling himself inside her as he fell forward, covering her body with his.
Spike kissed her shoulder gently as they just lay there, then realized he was probably crushing her with his weight. He rolled off her and onto his back, but his arm pulled her to him. Buffy snuggled up against his chest, and both of them just lay there, not talking, just enjoying the feel of each other.
“I bloody love soundproofing,” Spike muttered. Buffy said nothing, just casually reached over his body to grab a pillow and used it to smack him in the head. Spike chuckled, tossing away the pillow and touching her face, bringing it down for a gentle kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I hate you,” she responded, but her voice said otherwise.
Spike sighed. “Still love you.”
“Still hate you,” Buffy muttered, but began kissing his chest. Spike grinned, staring at the ceiling as she licked all the way down his chest until she had settled in between his legs. Spike waited for a few seconds, but when she did nothing he looked down.
“Tell me you love it,” she demanded, looking up at him, with a cocky smile on her face, her lips hovering above his dick. “Damn right,” Spike smirked. Time for round two.
“Spike,” Buffy said, stroking her husband’s hair as they lay in bed together much later, her voice still raspy. “I want children.”
“The doctors say I can’t have kids Buffy,” Spike said in a flat monotone, resting his head against her stomach. “You know that.”
“I know,” she said, touching his face, hearing the hurt in his voice.
“But we can always adopt,” she suggested gently.
“Where is this coming from?” Spike asked bewildered, sitting up and turning away from her. “Suddenly you and me isn’t enough?”
She hugged him from behind, kissing his shoulders, needing to make him understand.
“I need to give myself to someone.”
“What about me?” he asked sullenly.
“You have me,” she argued. “But I need something more than
just…shopping and travelling.”
"And work?" he asked.
"I could use a break," she admitted and he shook his head wearily.
“Buffy,” he began to say, but she quickly cut him off.
“We always said we’d think about it someday, remember?”
Spike sighed. Apparently that day was here. Spike had no problem with kids, he just didn’t think he’d be a very good father, considering his own fucked up childhood. But he knew he couldn’t deny Buffy anything.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Spike asked her, looking back at her.
“Yes,” Buffy said firmly. Spike looked at her for the longest time.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said finally, kissing her on the forehead.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly.
She had no idea what she was in for.
Neither of them did.
Spike watched Buffy disappear up the stairs then turned to the young blonde, who was distracted by her Iphone.
“You promised you’d be nice this evening,” he chastized, his eyes narrowing, even as he locked arms with her.
“I wasn’t?” she asked, cozying up to him, enjoying when his hand curled around her waist.
He shook his head, “you know you weren’t.”
“What can I say?” Dawn said, looking him straight in the eye. “I guess I’m just a bad girl.”
“Minx,” he said, chuckling as they both walked through the main hall. They fell into silence as they walked past the library, the lower den and the game room until they came to her room.
“Goodnight luv,” Spike said, struggling to keep his voice even. Dawn steadied herself. She’d wanted this forever. This was it. This was her chance. He had sent her away. “Come inside and it will be,” she said flirtatiously, her lips curling up in a smile, tilting her head down and then looking up at him, tossing her hair over her shoulders. Spike found his heart thumping in his chest. He’d been fantasizing about this for some time as well. Suddenly one day, he had found his ‘lil bit’ all grown up. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but she had grown into a beautiful woman.
“Dawn,” he said firmly, shaking his head.
“What?” she said, touching his shirt with her finger.
“You bloody well know what,” he growled. “Don’t play games.”
“You’re the one playing games,” she scoffed, “I know exactly what I want.”
“And what you want,” she said, leaning back against the wall, giving him a practiced look.
Spike looked at her. Shining blue eyes, luscious lips, silky blonde hair, full, firm breasts and a magnificent ass. Spike had always had a thing for blondes, and she had the sweetest 19 year old body he’d ever seen. She was everything he knew he shouldn’t want. She was his fucking step daughter for Christ’s sake. But he did. He hated himself right now. Hated his weakness. Hated what he was doing. But he was also enjoying the thrill of it, a thrill he hadn’t felt in years. Spike almost growled in frustration.
“Which would be bloody wrong,” he retorted. “We both know it.”
“I won’t tell” she said, mischievously, biting her lip.
“She never has to know.”
“She’d know,” Spike argued.
“So?” Dawn said dismissively, “You’ve had other women.”
Spike exhaled heavily. “This is different.”
Dawn scowled. “A piece of paper doesn’t make her my mother Spike. And it sure as hell doesn’t make you my father. ”
“I know,” he whispered, “but…”
“But you can be my Daddy,” she added, smiling slyly, touching his chest lightly. Spike said nothing, just bewildered.
“Don’t you love me Daddy?” she said in a little girl voice, widening her eyes.
Spike’s pupils dilated. He exhaled heavily and his nostrils flared as he flexed his hand. Dawn grinned. Thank you Cosmo.
“Don’t,” he said, deadly serious now.
Dawn held back a laugh and decided she was having just too much fun not to tease him a little more.
“I can go upstairs Daddy” she said, putting her hands behind her back, enjoying the tortured look on his face. “Ask Mommy if it’s okay for us to play.”
“Christ,” Spike swore, running a hand through his hair, wanting to smash his fist through the wall.
“Maybe she can join us,” Dawn suggested, her eyes shining with laughter. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Daddy? To play with me and mommy?”
Spike almost shot his load, like some nancy schoolboy, when his brain flashed him the image of the three of them in bed together. “You’re playing with fire little girl,” Spike whispered, threateningly, leaning over her. “Gonna get burnt.”
Dawn smiled. “So let’s burn,” she whispered, sliding backwards and through the open door, casually shrugging the dress off her shoulders. Spike found himself breathless as Dawn just stood there with a hand on her hips, in just a lacy red bra and a matching thong. She looked like a fallen angel, sent to tempt him into hell. Gods forgive me, Spike thought wearily, closing the door behind him. Forgive me, because if I do this, Buffy sure as hell won’t.