Buffy pushed through the door to Spike’s classroom quietly, praying for no one to notice her. The back of the class was dark, so she took a seat in the abandoned back row and smiled. The class of new slayers were clearly absorbed in his teaching, and no one had seen her yet.

Spike had written the word “Aurelius” and the name of the first slayer he had killed on the board in the front. History was Spike’s favourite subject to teach, and he seemed to keep wandering from Slayer history into Vampire history- much to Giles’ irritation.

She watched as Spike suddenly stiffened. He seemed to be testing the air, and Buffy was happy to see him clench his jaw quickly. He knew she was there. He still hadn’t turned around to acknowledge her presence, but she now knew he could feel her. With his Vampiric senses he could usually smell her and pick out her heartbeat within 40 feet.

She decided to wait patiently for him to look at her, content with watching the muscles in his back contract as he reached to write more words on the board. She squirmed in her seat, restless in her need to feel his smooth skin under her hands.

When he finally turned, he addressed the Slayers in their seats, and continued to avoid looking at her. Annoyed, she ventured a small cough, but it was drowned out by a girl in front of her asking a question. She wondered why he wouldn’t look over, and became increasingly frustrated- she’d been looking forward to seeing him all morning.

With the ongoing admission of new students to the recently opened Slayer School, Buffy hadn’t been able to see Spike for two days, and she was dying to touch him, for him to touch her- to feel his cool hands on her breasts and between her legs. No one knew how to touch her like he did, and she could feel the tense need to come for him rise in her like a wave of energy.

She uncrossed her legs, hoping the scent of her arousal would change his obvious decision to ignore her. Bored with waiting though, she began to pay more attention to what was happening around her.

The girls in the class were looking interested and eager, though still wary- most had only learned of there powers within the past few weeks, and were still becoming accustomed to having to learn about things they hadn’t known existed. Buffy could remember how it had felt to be thrown into a world of monsters and vampires, and envied these girls their chance to adapt slowly.

Her thoughts turned to Spike again. None of these girls even knew he was a vampire, and few had probably seen one yet at all. She watched him pace at the front of the class, looking more like a caged animal than a teacher now, clearly less relaxed than he was before she had entered.

She knew he wanted to see her, and continued to wonder why he wouldn’t look at her. Even an angry look at her for having intruded on his class would make her feel more satisfied, and his avoidance of her was wreaking havoc on her body, making her even wetter and hotter in her need to establish some contact with him.

With his enhanced hearing, Spike had heard her enter the class, and figured she had just stopped by to make sure he was teaching properly. He didn’t give a fuck what Giles wanted- if he was going to teach history, he was going to teach the little slayers both theirs and his own.

When he heard Buffy sit down, however, his curiosity was roused. Why was she in his classroom? When he breathed in the scent of her, he was hit by the strong scent of her arousal. He felt his muscles tense in his body’s immediate will to satisfy her. With his fairly new soul, the demon- or real Spike side of him was still very easily roused within William.

The past few days had been a busy hell, and they hadn’t even seen each other at night because of his decision to sleep through the morning. He’d been tense all day with his need to be with her, inside her, and to talk to her, and now with the little bint in the back of his class practically getting her seat all wet, he was about to lose it.

Since Buffy’s declaration of her love for him before they destroyed the Hellmouth, they’d barely done anything except admit their feelings and make love in their room in the basement, purposely chosen so no one could hear them.

The bitch was there to torment him- it became clear when she uncrossed her legs. His senses were overloaded with the scent of Buffy, and his cock hardened and ached painfully in his jeans. He wanted nothing more than to run to the back of the room and take her hard and quickly against the wall, but was fairly sure the teenaged slayers in front of him wouldn’t approve.

Buffy continued to watch him stalk back and forth across the front of the room. As she watched Spike’s usually cool and calculated gaze become less and less collected, a wicked idea occurred to her. If he wouldn’t look at her, she’d at least make sure he was paying attention to her.

She began to increase the pace of her once even breaths, and felt her heart rate begin to increase its tempo. She breathed in and out as quickly and as quietly as possible, knowing she’d be in trouble with more people than Spike if any students caught her flushed and panting at the back of one of his classes.

Spike froze. Buffy was practically panting in the back of the room, and her heartbeat was all he could hear, the blood pounding through her body and calling for him to drink from her. She hadn’t let him bite her yet, and he wondered why she was using this particular torture- she was turning out to be even more of a tease than he had thought, and he’d had plenty of teasing from her in the past few years.

Though Buffy’s goal had been to arouse Spike, her speeding heart was taking a toll on her body as well. Her panties were now soaked through and the insistent throbbing between her legs was becoming almost unbearable. If she didn’t have him inside her fast she’d have to leave the class for her room and find her own release. She settled for raising a hand and rubbing one of her nipples through the soft cotton of her tank top, moaning almost inaudibly- but it was enough for Spike to hear.

The moment Spike caught a small breathy moan escape from Buffy’s lips, he lost it. He felt his demon come forward with a vengeance, pushing both William and his patience away. He heard many of the students scream as his game face emerged and Buffy jumped out of her chair to hide in the shadowy back corner.

“Sorry ladies,” Spike smiled menacingly at the girls who had frozen in shock in front of him. “Class time’s over”. The slayers jumped from their seats, struggling to grab their books and run.

When the last petrified girl had run out of the classroom, Spike stormed to the back wall. Buffy found her arousal being toyed with by the new instinctive feeling settling in: fear. The man she had been with for the last few weeks had been more like William, but the man approaching her with both lust and frustration in his eyes was pure, unadulterated Spike.

She tried not to look scared as he took the last steps towards her and rested his hands forcefully on the wall on either side of her, effectively pinning her against him. Spike put his face close to hers, knowing he was still vamped out, and whispered to her.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl”

Buffy grabbed one of his hands from next to her and moved it to cup the mound between her legs. Spike could feel that she was hot and wet, even through her jeans.

“I’m already burning for you”, Buffy returned coyly, hoping that by encouraging him sexually he’d be somewhat more gentle with her. He did nothing, though- only stared at her, and she felt her resolve to be brave crumble.

She opened her mouth to push a hesitant apology or explanation forth, only to have Spike’s mouth come crashing down upon hers. He tangled both fists in her hair and pulled her mouth to meet his. She moaned at the feeling of his fangs slicing easily through her lips, and Spike growled as he tasted her blood and forced his tongue into her mouth, feeling her softer, less insistent one come forth to tangle with his own.

Buffy whimpered at the loss of his talented mouth when he pulled back quickly to smirk at her. She was flushed and panting, her hair was a wavy mess from his tangling and her mouth was kiss bruised and bleeding slightly from the fine slices of his teeth.

He wasn’t going to let her get what she wanted right away after interrupting one of his classes and getting him worked up in front of a crowd of girls; she was going to have to work to get what she craved. The hard-on in his jeans was aching for his own release, even more so now that he had tasted her blood and could practically taste her desperate need to come.

He moved one hand to her breast to pinch her nipple and shoved the other down her jeans, stroking the soft folds between her legs and finding the small nub he knew would have her screaming for him soon.

“Mmm”, he purred enticingly as he played with her clit, bringing her closer to release. “You’re so wet for me, Buffy…” he continued, teasing her with soft, slow strokes. “You want me, Buffy? Want me to make you come hard on my fingers?” he taunted, sucking just under her earlobe.

Buffy moaned a “yes” and nodded, starting to thrust her hips in time with his hand. He was becoming even softer with his strokes to her clit, keeping her from the release she so obviously craved- Buffy was going crazy. “Please Spike, I need you”.

Spike pulled back abruptly, yanking his hands from her body and reaching to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. “Fine,” he said, and placed his hands on either side of her body above her shoulders again, and finished, smirking, “Show me how much”.

Buffy’s jaw dropped open in shock. She hadn’t been exposed to this more domineering Spike for a long time; even when they’d been having sex before the apocalypse he was fair to her, taking what he could get without frightening her away.

Now that he was back to Spike she first met, and was confident in her love and need for him, he wasn’t afraid to give her a taste of his more violent side. To her shock, she found it turned her on even more, and found herself dropping to her knees in front of him.

Spike smiled as he watched her move his pants, allowing his cock to spring free into her hands. Buffy used one hand to stroke and squeeze his balls and attempted to wrap the other around the base of him. She found that he was even bigger than usual and wondered if it was because he was in vamp-form. The eight inch penis she usually found difficult to accommodate was looking like more than nine inches now, and thicker than she was accustomed to.

Smiling at the change, though slightly nervous about having to take so much inside her later with such a non-gentle Spike, she leaned forward to lick the tip of it, lapping the pre-cum from him. Spike gave a sharp intake of breath at this first contact, and gave a small thrust of his hips to encourage her to keep moving.

Buffy gave bigger licks then, focusing at first on the head but moving down along the base of it towards were her hand gently encircled him. Spike could tell immediately that she was avoiding putting him in her mouth.
“What’s wrong, Buffy?” He teased. “Afraid you can’t take it?” He felt her stiffen in determination.

Buffy licked back to the tip of his cock and sucked it into her mouth. Loving his uninhibited groan, she flicked her tongue around the tip and over the small spot she knew he loved on the underside of his tip. She began to take more of him into her mouth, moving her hand along with her to make it feel even better for him, and was rewarded with a “God, slayer… suck me harder, Buffy, god...”

So she did, tightening her mouth around him further, sliding the tip of his cock that she’d been laving with her tongue down to the back of her throat. She swallowed around him and tugged gently on his balls, making him give a small growl and begin thrusting into her mouth.

Spike was being driven crazy, feeling her relax and accept the driving of his cock into her mouth. When he felt her swallow for the second time and squeeze his balls more insistently, he knew he was close to orgasm. “Get ready, love” he said, not giving her the choice of whether or not to swallow his spendings.

Buffy heard his warning and relaxed further, being pushed backward by the strong thrusts of his throbbing cock into her mouth. She felt his balls tighten and moaned, knowing the vibrations of her mouth around him would set him off. She felt his whole body tense before he let out a roar and shot his seed into her awaiting mouth.

Spike finally felt his orgasm subside, and was amazed that he was still standing. Stepping backward to do up his pants carefully, he ignored Buffy’s obvious disappointment at having the object of her desire taken from her. He could tell she was even wetter than before, and was loving teasing her in revenge for her own teasing of him.

She jumped to her feet to look at him questioningly, having been hoping that he’d reward her for her excellent blow-job by finally shagging her against the wall. He smiled frighteningly back at her and stalked towards her again until he had her pressed firmly against him.

“You’re coming with me”, he said, and threw her over his shoulder. Buffy let out a small yelp as she was tossed over Spike as if she weighed nothing, and prayed silently that he was going to be compliant and give her what she needed- her clit continued to throb between her legs.

Spike ignored her squirming and walked purposefully down the hall to the staircase, hoping to avoid any students on his way to the basement. Though he had little else on his mind than getting inside his warm, willing slayer, he knew that he would be in trouble if he was caught storming through the building with her tossed carelessly over his body.

When he has closed the door to their bedroom behind him, he dropped her unceremoniously onto the floor, much to her displeasure. She jumped to her feet as he approached her again, and squeaked as he ripped her shirt from her body, and pulled the jeans from her legs, leaving her bare in front of him.

Buffy ventured a shy smile as she watched his lust filled yellow eyes rake over her body, nipples hard and inner thighs glistening. He smirked back at her, picked her up again and threw her onto the bed. He crawled onto it after her, still fully-clothed. She looked a little bit afraid, and squirmed away from him towards the headboard as he removed his shirt.

Annoyed at the new distance between them, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back down forcefully to him. She remained still, partly underneath him. The pounding of her blood was making him crazy, and his demon was responding to her arousal and her heartbeat with the need to both drink from her and bring her to satisfaction. She closed her knees as he moved to pull them apart.

“Spread ‘em.” He said seriously, daring her to disobey him. Her eyes widened in surprise and nerves, and she hesitantly opened herself to him. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent and sight of her, glistening in her need for him. Both the William and the demon side of Spike loved that he had this control over her.

He kept his eyes on her mound as he raised one hand, forcing two fingers strongly inside her. She moaned loudly at the penetration and her head fell back onto the mattress, and whimpered desperately as he lowered his mouth and very gently licked her throbbing clit.

“Look at me, Buffy”, he coaxed. “Watch what I do to you”. Buffy raised her head again and watched as Spike held her eyes, still in game face, and began to lick her. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, laving her clit with his tongue, keeping his fangs safely away from her soft folds of skin.

When he replaced his fingers with his tongue, she couldn’t hold back the scream. He plunged his tongue deeper and deeper inside of her and smiled when she screamed his name. He pushed his fingers back inside her, and sucked her clit into his mouth. He felt the muscles inside her contract around his fingers as she approached release, and he pulled them from her immediately, ignoring her desperate cry to have them back inside.

He saw her own hand begin to travel down between her legs. “Don’t you even dream about bringin’ yourself off, love”, he said threateningly, and smirked at how quickly her expression turned fearful as she pulled her hand back to settle on her toned stomach. She watched as he removed his jeans agonizingly slowly, and moaned quietly at the sight of his still rock hard penis coming into sight.

Pants now discarded, Spike lowered a hand to pump his cock gently. “See somethin’ you like, pet?” he taunted, releasing himself and crawling back onto the bed to settle on top of her. When she moved her hands down between them again, this time to take hold of his cock he grabbed them away. “I thought I told you,” he said angrily, “Hands. Off”.

He reached between them to place the tip of him just inside her passage, finding it almost difficult in his increased vamped- out size. Buffy thought she might die if she didn’t have him inside her soon, but was afraid to make any move that might provoke him to be violent. She was panting quietly, and found herself wondering desperately why he hadn’t pushed inside her yet. Having the tip of him rest inside her was making her squirm with anticipation.

“See, love?” said Spike, looking amused. “It’s not nice to tease.” And with that, he thrust himself completely inside her, pushing her small muscles to adapt to his size. Buffy screamed in pleasure at the force of his penetration, and arched her back to accommodate him.

Spike froze. Had he hurt her? Though he remained in game face, he stilled and looked down at her questioningly. Buffy looked up into Spike’s eyes and saw that he looked worried. At once, a rush of love for him pushed through her, and she understood what would come next.

She loved William, the gentle poet and lover she had come to adore, and she loved Spike, the impetuous vampire that could loose complete control- only to worry immediately about her well-being. She wanted to be with his man forever.

Spike watched the emotions play across her face, and felt panic rise as her eyes brimmed with tears. Moving to pull out of her, he felt Buffy throw her legs around him, locking them together and forcing him to look into her eyes. The love and trust he saw there took his breath away, and he wanted to cry himself for having hurt her.

“Buffy, love, I’m so sorry- I didn’t-” Buffy cut him off by opening her mouth to say something herself. “Spike- stop, you didn’t hurt me” she began. His look of relief at this, and then confusion at her tears encouraged her to continue. “I want you to claim me”.

Spike could only stare down at her, dumbfounded. “What, Buffy- do you mean...”

“Yes”, was her confident reply. “I love you. I want to be with you, part of you.” Self-doubt crept in as Spike continued to look shocked. “That is…” she continued, “If you’ll have me?”

Spike looked down at her and knew this was the moment he’d waited for all his life. All the heartbreak he’d faced had brought him here, and he knew that there was no other place he’d rather be. No one he’d rather be with for the rest of his life than this golden goddess beneath him, surrounding him.

He began to pull back slowly, removing all but the very tip of him inside her. “God, slayer,” he smirked lovingly. “Does this feel like someone who doesn’t want you?”

Buffy’s smile became a gasp as he plunged his cock all the way back inside her. She arched her back in the extreme pleasure of having him inside and in excitement for the claim that was about to come.

He thrust in and out of her slowly, beginning to increase his pace as Buffy writhed around him. “God, please, Spike- I need-” Spike placed a bruising kiss on her lips and said “Buffy, I know what you need.”

Changing the angle of his thrusts, Spike hit her favorite spot inside her, caused her to moan and her muscles to tighten around his throbbing cock. The rippling of her muscles let him know she was close to coming, and he sped his thrusts until he knew they’d both be over the edge in seconds.

He lowered his head to her throat, kissing and licking the spot he would mark. When Buffy felt his fangs gently penetrate her neck, and the pulling of her blood into his mouth, the tension in her body built to unbearable proportions until she exploded around him, her whole body convulsing at the double penetration of his manhood and his fangs.

Savoring the incredible taste of Buffy’s blood, Spike felt her body clench around him, the rippling of her inner muscles throwing him into his own orgasm. He pulled his fangs from inside her and roared “MINE” as he came, shooting himself deep inside her. Still coming, Buffy whimpered “yours” and raised her neck to bite Spike back, taking one pull of his blood before repeating “Mine”.

Spike pulled his head back, finally shifting out of game-face and looking into her eyes reverently. “Yours”, he whispered, before rolling on to his back, pulling Buffy with him to lie in his arms on his strong chest. “I love you,” she whispered as she fell into a satisfied sleep.

Spike stroked his slayer’s warm back as she slept on top of him. She was his. Forever. “I love you too, Buffy”, his whispered, and cradling her body, slept peacefully for the first time.