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Spike glanced over at the blonde woman who was strolling alongside him, twirling a stake in her slender fingers. It had taken them a while to get back to each other, but now they were finally together. The souled vampire couldn’t believe his luck. She was the centre of his world. And, from what she said, he was hers.
He finally believed Buffy, unlike her previous declaration of love on the collapsing Hellmouth. He had thought at the time that she had said it just because he was sacrificing himself, throwing himself on the proverbial sword. Now he realised how wrong he had been, she loved him. ‘And not the soddin’ Poof!’
Despite his soul, Spike could not resist sticking a metaphorical tongue out at his Grandsire. He secretly treasured the memory of Angel’s angry face when Buffy had thrown herself into Spike’s arms in the offices of Wolfram and Hart.
Had been the stuff of his wildest dreams.
*******
Unbeknownst to either vampire, Fred had called Willow’s house to ask for her help on a mystical matter, only to get Kennedy instead. While Fred had been leaving a message for Willow, a newly re-corporalised Spike had come into her lab. He was bored and wanted to be entertained. Fred had tried to end the conversation quickly. She watched as Spike cocked his head and listened to the voice at the end of the phone.
His face had lit up and a true smile replaced his customary smirk. The Texan cursed vampiric hearing as Spike yanked the phone from her hand.
Spike waved the spluttering girl off and fired off a series of questions to the stunned Kennedy. After recovering from the shock of discovering the peroxide vampire’s resurrection, she refused to give the frustrated vampire any news about Buffy or Dawn and slammed the phone down.
She had been about to leave the room when she heard Willow’s voice.
Flashback
“Spike’s alive?” Willow squeaked. She was overwhelmed with shock and surprisingly happiness; despite their history she had missed Spike. He had been a constant presence in the Scoobies lives, unwelcome for most of the time. But Willow had an unspoken soft spot for the snarky vampire, mainly due to the gentleness he displayed towards Tara, Dawn and Buffy. She had also watched her best friend mourn the loss of the souled vampire for so long, that she had finally realised that Buffy had meant what she had said at the end. That she truly loved Spike.
Willow had learned the hard way that if an opportunity was offered for love, then it had to be grabbed. The redheaded Wiccan knew that Buffy would be ecstatic. She had another chance with Spike. Never once in her ruminations did Willow feel envious for her friend; she missed Tara but knew that eventually they would be together again. It was Buffy’s chance now though… She wouldn’t let Kennedy spoil that through her jealousy. Kennedy’s voice broke through her stunned thoughts.
“What? No…” Kennedy lied. She was not going to let Buffy get near a vampire again unless it was for staking. ‘Freak of nature! She so doesn’t deserve to be a slayer, let alone the head slayer and also on the Council board. I should have been invited to sit on the Council…’ she thought resentfully.
Willow gasped in shock as she inadvertently heard everything Kennedy had been thinking. It was a new aspect to her powers that sometimes Willow wished she never had received. It had lead to awkward discoveries as well as painful ones such as this!
Kennedy’s jealousy and anger had made it easy for Willow to inadvertently pick up her angry and envious thoughts. It was an insight into the brunette’s mind that the reformed Wiccan hadn’t wanted.
“Freak of nature?” Willow repeated.
Kennedy’s cheeks flushed red, not with embarrassment, but with anger at being caught.
“I asked you a question? You think Buffy is a freak? Because …”
Before Willow could finish, Kennedy interrupted her. “She is sick! He’s a vamp and he tried to rape her and still they slept together that last night. It’s disgusting! She’s supposed to stake them, not let them stake her,” Kennedy added crudely as she tried to slip past her stunned lover.
Willow’s pale fingers wrapped firmly around Kennedy’s arm. Stopping her from flouncing out of the room. “Let go of me!”
“First of all, it’s none of your business what happened between Buffy and Spike and, for the record, nothing happened that night. Secondly, he’s back and you take it upon yourself to not tell Buffy or me?” Willow was staggered at Kennedy’s duplicity.
Kennedy shrugged off Willow’s hand. “Well, it’s not like it matters now ‘cos I know you’ll go running to Buffy and blab!”
As she left the room, Willow’s voice followed her out, “And you wonder why Giles didn’t want you on the board of directors… Well, sweetie, what you just tried to do is why. He doesn’t think you are capable of thinking of others!”
Willow collapsed to her knees and began to sob. She was curled up in the same spot, crying, when Buffy had come to get her for patrol. The blonde had eventually managed to calm her friend down and Willow stuttered out two words that would change all their lives.
“Spike’s alive!”
Buffy had disappeared the next day, causing a flurry of anxiety both in London and LA. The next day the tiny Slayer had stalked into Angel’s office and back into Spike’s arms with barely a glance at her first love, who watched their reunion with a mixture of horror and jealously.
Spike recalled her first words. They were imprinted on his mind for all eternity. Buffy had gazed up at him with tear-filled hazel eyes.
“Spike I meant it! That day in the Hellmouth... I love you!” She pressed her shaking hand to his mouth. “Shh… I’ve not finished. I love you, Spike, come home with me.”
And he had. Without any hesitation. He had even managed to not smirk too much at the expression on his Grandsire’s paler than normal face.
Present day:
Spike grinned again. He hardened slightly at the memory of her soft form crushed against his for the first time since the night he had held her in his arms in her basement in Sunnyhell. The night before he had burned up saving the world.
He thrust his hands into his duster pockets, glad that he was able to finally do so.
When he had been incorporeal during his tenure and Wolfram and Hart, the blond vampire had barely managed to keep a grasp on his sanity. It had only been the fumbling kindness of Fred that had kept him going.
Suppressing his fears under a veneer of arrogance and vintage snarkyness, Spike had managed to keep going, through sheer tenacity. Until he was finally able to touch, smell and taste, thanks to the mysterious box he received in the post. Finally, he could touch. He suppressed a shudder at the memory of what he had first touched. ‘Soddin’ hell, mate, Harmony? What the buggery hell were you thinking?’
“Spike what you thinking about?” Buffy unconsciously echoed his thoughts with her innocent question. She smiled tentatively at the black-clad vampire. The Slayer was still unused to having him by her side and back in her life.
“What a nit I was when I finally got my body under control,” Spike answered with a sheepish smile.
“You mean jumping Harm?” Buffy eyes twinkled mischievously with only a faint hint of anger. She grinned at the open-mouthed look that Spike gave her.
“What…How…When…” Spike asked.
Buffy laughed softly at Spike repeating something Xander had once said, years ago in Giles’ flat. “Angel called me after we landed. He wanted me to know exactly what I was getting into with you.”
Spike snarled. “Yeah, I bet he did! Soddin’ Poof! Bet he couldn’t resist sticking his oar in!” He twirled and began pacing, his duster flowing behind him, muttering under his breath about eunuchs, jealous that he couldn’t have a go and how gelled wonders should keep their mouths shut.
Buffy stepped into his path and stopped him gently with her hands. “Hey!” She cupped Spike’s chin in her hand and forced the embarrassed vampire to look her in the eye. “It’s in the past. Well, the recent past.” She pulled her drinking face and then grinned at Spike, wrinkling her nose cutely at him. “I sorta get why you did it…’Cos I’d be power freaked about not being able to touch anything.”
“Wot’s that got to do with me shagging that bint?” Spike was unable to resist asking.
“Spike, you’re a sexual creature. I would guess that the first thing you’d do was check that everything was working.” Buffy grinned slyly at the pole-axed vampire. Her face clouded slightly. “But if you ever touch that ditz again, I will cut it off!” She squeezed her hands on his shoulders. Buffy had tried to be grown up about the Harmony incident and she had managed, mostly...
But the blonde woman needed to make a point to her lover about his idiocy immediately after his re-corporialisation She would probably have even more fun making the point than he would.
Spike’s hands dropped to his crotch. “No need to Bobbit me, luv! I’ll not be going near anyone again in my unlife ‘cept for you, my heart!” He titled his chin down and gave her a sloe-eyed look, his tongue curling against his teeth. Buffy tried to stop herself from getting aroused and failed miserably. Spike sniffed the air and smirked at her. “I am sorry, pet, I really am. I’ll let you do anything to me to fix this.”
Buffy eyed him speculatively. “Anything?” Her voice was husky as images of her vampire chained to their bed flitted through her mind.
“Yeah, pet, anything…” Spike tongue slipped past his teeth and ran along his full lower lip. “I’ve been a bad, rude man,” he whispered. Leaning forward, he pressed an apologetic kiss to her pouting mouth. “I’m sorry,” he muttered against her lips.
“I’ll forgive you, eventually, but, Spike, Harmony?” Buffy grimaced slightly.
“I was insane… I know and I’m sorry, luv.” Spike kissed her again, hoping that she would forgive him this one more time.
Buffy huffed slightly and snuggled her head under his chin. “You know, I had Willow check you for vamp cooties after Angel called and told me.”
Spike chuckled. “Vamp cooties? That’s a new one!” He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling Buffy’s sweet scent and imprinting it on his senses. “I’m sorry that Peaches told you, he needn’t have done that… I would’ve told you.”
Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist. “I know, but I guess he wanted to protect me.” She mentally rolled her eyes, wondering when Angel would realise she could look after herself. ‘At least Spike knows when to help and when to back off…’
“Yeah, I bet he did!” Spike snarled as he held his girl closely to his chest. “Protect you right back into his arms,” he growled jealously. Spike was still seething over his Grandsire’s meddling. He grinned viciously at the memory of pounding Angel to a paste. ‘Pity it was Mountain Dew though…’ Shaking off his angry thoughts, he kissed Buffy on the temple. “I guess me beating the crap outta him might have put the Poof into a snit, huh? As well as you wantin’ me to frost your cookies.” Spike leered down at his Slayer.
“Eww… Gross, Spike!” Buffy thwapped him gently on the chest and rolled her eyes at him. “Come on, this patrol is a bust. Let’s get home!” Spike looked over at his tiny soul mate and smiled. Willow had told him that Buffy had taken one look at London and had fallen in love with the city, she had finally found somewhere to call home. She was gradually acclimating to being a Londoner and was a happier woman for the change.
“Home,” Spike echoed. One simple word that filled his heart with complete joy. “Yeah, let’s get home.”
The two warriors slipped between the old tombstones and mausoleums and headed for the Victorian wrought iron gate. The old cemetery in North London was their main hunting ground, unless Giles pointed them in a different area. It was filled with history and the unfortunate connection with the Dracula mythology made it a prime place for vampires to hunt and gather.
On this night, it was misty and the shadowy tombstones covered in ivy and statuary loomed out of the mist. It was a beautiful place, especially at night. During the day, it was a Mecca for tourists as they hunted out various well-known graves and went on the Dracula tours. It was all a source of constant amusement for Spike and Buffy.
Spike slipped the key that the warden had given Giles months ago, into the ornate lock and the gate opened with a screech. Buffy slipped through the gate and trailed her fingers over his hand.
“Come on, I think you said I could do anything I wanted to you…” She tossed a teasing look over her shoulder and jogged down the street.
Spike groaned and reached down to adjust himself in his tight jeans. He pulled the cemetery gate shut and locked it. Glancing back through into the famous cemetery, he rolled his eyes. ‘You’d think Highgate Cemetery would offer up something a bit more interesting than a couple of Drac wannabes and a rabid squirrel... I mean, come on, that’s the most action we’ve gotten tonight… so far!’ Spike sprinted after his ladylove. “Honestly, how many idiot vamps need to recreate Drac’s silly games…” His voice echoed down the street and he heard Buffy laugh at his grumbles in the distance.
Reaching the end of the road, he stood at the junction and scanned the Gothic gatehouse in front of him. Spike paused and shook his head. When Buffy had brought him here, Spike had laughed.
One Month earlier
The trip could’ve been long and difficult if it hadn’t been for Angel’s resources through his new company, which had been grudgingly offered to the ecstatic couple. The Wolfram and Hart jet had made travelling a lot easier for the flammable vamp. Buffy had also nagged Fred for the formula of the windows so that Spike could move about freely in their home and also the new offices for the COW.
Surprisingly, Buffy had managed to pass her driver’s test and she drove like a native Londoner, at a tremdous speed and with fast turns ducking in and out of the London traffic, which had frightened even Spike. All the way from Heathrow, he had gripped the door handle and prayed to whoever was watching over him.
“Christ, luv, watch out for the pushchair!” Spike yelled as Buffy swerved into the bus lane and waved cheerily at the cursing woman behind them.
“Weeny…” Buffy teased as she headed through Hyde Park.
“Bloody Hell, stop!” Spike yelled.
Buffy slammed on the brakes. “What? You are not driving. This is my car.”
“No…” Spike pointed over at a massive statue to his left. “They tarted it up! It looks bloody amazing… Hang on, I want to have a gander at it.” Spike un-clenched his fingers from the door handle and slipped out.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Buffy slipped an arm around his waist and the two of them stood there gazing at the Albert Memorial. Its gilded figure of Prince Albert shone brightly in the floodlights. “I see it on patrol when I come down here.” Buffy laid her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. “I guess it’s a bit weird coming back…”
“Yeah, but a good weird.” Spike kissed her on the top of her head. Reaching down, he slapped her on the bum. “Come on, I wanna see my new digs.”
As they pulled up outside Holly Court, Spike’s eyes widened. “You live here?”
Buffy frowned over at the blond vampire. “No, we live here. Why?”
Spike shook his head. “I remember them building this place, it’s amazing!”
“I know! Giles used some of the funds from the Council accounts and bought three of the houses. I’ve got one, Willow and Kennedy have one and the other is used for visitors. You know, for the Slayers or Xander…” Buffy trailed off.
“Where is the whelp?” Spike asked.
“He went to help Faith and Robin in Cleveland, but he comes over all the time.” Buffy bit her lower lip.
Spike reached over and gently ran his finger over the much-abused lip. “None of that, pet. What’s wrong?”
“You won’t leave me again, will you? Even if Xander flips out when he comes over?” Buffy asked nervously.
“Never going to leave you again, my heart.” Spike pulled his girl into his arms and held her tightly. “Even if the whelp throws a wobbler!”
“Promise?” Buffy mumbled into his neck.
“I promise, my love. Now come, let’s get settled… We’ve got loads of stuff to catch up on! Like where’s the Nibblet?”
*****
“Come in, Spike.” With those three words, Buffy invited the vampire into their home.
The interior of the Victorian Gothic house was decorated in lush colours and antiques were scattered all over. Spike followed Buffy into the sitting room. It was a massive room running the full length of the house, painted a deep crimson and filled with stunning period pieces. Buffy moved around the room, lighting candles and, eventually, the fire.
She leant against the massive hand-carved marble fireplace and smiled at Spike’s entranced face. “You likes?”
Spike nodded. “Gorgeous, pet.”
“I tried to keep to the original features and décor as much as possible but with a few modern touches.” Buffy opened a large Armoire. Inside were a large flat screen TV, satellite hook ups, DVD and stereo. She grinned at Spike. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Spikey heaven! I’ve even taped Passions. Dawn and I watch it all the time…”
“Too right!” Spike interrupted Buffy’s nervous babbling. “I’m in heaven…” Spike stalked over to Buffy and pulled her to him, his lips devouring hers. Pulling back to let Buffy breathe, he whispered in her ear, “I’d have been happy living in a cardboard box as long as you were curled around me…”
Present Day
“Spike, are you okay?” A gentle French voice echoed around the Gothic enclave.
Spike glanced up at the coach house and saw Emilie. He smiled and walked over to the window where their favourite neighbour was leaning out, her long black hair framing her pale face. She smiled, bright red lips opening to reveal small, white, even teeth.
“I’m fine, pet. You all right, gorgeous?” Spike smirked.
“Shhh… None of that! Your girl will kick my ass.” Emilie smirked at the blond vampire.
Spike snorted. “Too right, she would! So where’s your hubbie?”
Emilie sighed. “Alaska, he’s visiting his Mom.”
Spike nodded, he knew that the couple were close, but, more often than not, Mark was travelling either for work or to check on his widowed mother. “You give me a yell if there’s anything that needs doing?”
Emilie nodded and smiled her thanks. “I think the other two may need some help.” She pointed over at Willow’s house.
“Fighting again?” Spike turned and tilted his head, trying to hear if Willow and Kennedy were okay. He lit a cigarette and puffed it as his eyes narrowed in concentration.
“Oui. That Kennedy has a sharp tongue.” Emilie shrugged elegantly. “There is a lot of anger in that one.”
“I know…” Spike took another deep drag on his ever-present cigarette; he tapped his ash carefully into the flowerbed. “Never much liked the bint, but Red does, so…”
“So as a good friend, you smile and make nice?” Emilie teased.
“Well, as nice as I can.” Spike carefully stubbed out his cigarette and put it in his pocket. They both winced at the sound of a crashing door. Kennedy ran past in a fury and disappeared into the mist. “Well, best go check on Red…”
“Non, I will go. Buffy is waiting for you,” Emilie offered.
Spike glanced up at their bedroom window and saw his ladylove watching him. “You sure?”
“Yes.” Emilie shut her window.
Spike stood, waiting for the French woman. Despite the heavy wards Willow had set up around the enclave, the Victorian gentleman in him wouldn’t allow a woman to wander around the gardens alone a night.
Emilie appeared at his side, wrapped in a black shawl and carrying a bottle of wine. “Just in case…” She smiled at Spike. Taking his arm, they walked over to the house Kennedy had just flown out of in a rage. “Merci, mon ami. I would kiss you, but I think Buffy may have something to say about that!” With that, Emilie pushed open the door and headed in to find Willow.
Spike stood for a moment, checking that the Wiccan wasn’t in tears. He tried to ignore the twinge of guilt, but his soul pinched at his conscience, reminding him that Willow’s tears were because of Kennedy’s aborted attempt to cover up his return. Spike’s hand reached for the door. He was about to push it open when Emilie stuck her head around and rolled her eyes at him.
“I knew you were still here! Go home,” she ordered with a smile. “It’s not your fault, this is Kennedy’s making. Willow doesn’t blame you. Allez, go! I will stay here. Reguardez!” She pointed up at the turret window. “Buffy is waiting for you.”
Spike nodded at Emilie, he leant over and brushed a kiss over her black hair. “You are a true gem, pet.” With that, he sprinted home.
****
Pushing open the door, Spike could see a trail of clothes up the stairs. Where Buffy had stripped as she ran to their room in the turret at the top of the house. Sauntering up to the discarded clothes, the vampire reached over and grabbed a very damp pair of panties. Raising it to his nose Spike sniffed appreciatively. He began to take the stairs two at a time, eager to get to his golden haired goddess.
Spike ran past the massive oil paintings that lined the walls all the way up to their turret bedroom. He mentally groaned at the painting that Giles had given them as a housewarming present. Spike had almost growled at the expression of glee of the Watcher’s face has he had uncovered the massive oil painting. Spike suspected that Giles’s antipathy towards him had mutated into a ‘let’s see what I can find to torture Spike with this week’.
Their initial wariness for each other had gradually began to devolve into finding the most embarrassing artefacts from each other’s lives. Spike grinned at the memory of Giles’ face when he had photocopied and posted images of Giles in his Frankenfurter costumes for a Rocky Horror revival show from the 1970s to everyone in the COW. Spike had been unable to stop his snickering when he saw the Watcher turn bright crimson, as he had opened his post that day. It was a short-lived revenge for the painting and Spike knew that the Watcher’s retaliation was pending.
Spike knew instinctively that Giles would find something even more embarrassing that the portrait that Buffy had fallen in love with on sight and insisted on hanging on the stairs to their room. However, the vampire was ready with an interesting collection of letters written by the Watcher’s nanny referring to a rather embarrassing incident that involved a barbed wire fence and a pair of torn trousers.
Spike recalled trying to put his fist through the canvas, but Buffy’s enraptured face had stilled his protests immediately. Spike had settled for glaring at Giles. The Vampire waved two fingers at the image of his former persona, William the Bloody Awful Poet; clad in tweed, sandy curls falling over the round glasses, which were perched on his nose as he read a book of poetry. He still remembered his mother’s pleading voice as she had stood watching William squirm in embarrassment at having to pose for the artist. Eventually, he had given in and sat for the portrait. ‘Must ask Red to chat up Giles and find out where he found it. More importantly, make sure that the git hasn’t got his grubby mitts on any of my journals…’ Spike was almost positive from the evil gleam in Giles’ eyes that Buffy’s mentor had something else planned for a Christmas present.
Spike had tried to burn the offending painting a couple of times, only to be stopped by Buff’s quivering bottom lip. Eventually, he had given up and allowed Buffy to display the humiliating painting. It had been the subject of a lot of jibes from Xander whenever he visited London. Even Faith had gotten in on the joke on her last visit, after she had managed to stop laughing at the painting.
Reaching the massive oak door to their room, Spike reached for the handle, pushing the door open and frowned. ‘Where is she?’ He could hear Buffy’s familiar heartbeat and smell her arousal, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Spike scanned the room. An enormous antique burnished steel four-post bed stood in the centre of the circular room, at its foot sat a large carved chest. The vaulted ceiling rose high above his head. The walls were panelled in a walnut, all of which were hand-carved with traditional gothic symbols and tapered into arches. A rich Persian rug covered most of the floor; only at the edges were the glimpses of the stripped floorboards.
An Arts and Crafts mural covered the vaulted ceiling, its rich colours illuminated by the candles, which were flickering in the many candlesticks and sconces on the walls. A fire was slowly warming the room. In front of the fireplace were two wing-backed armchairs and a coffee table. Books and magazines were scattered over it, and two long stemmed champagne flutes and an ice bucket with a bottle of Moet chilling in ice sat along with them.
Spike smirked when he spotted a manicured foot encased in the finest black nylon draped over the arm of one of the chairs. “There you are, my darling girl.”
“What took you so long?” Buffy asked.
“Emilie.”
“Ahh, your other woman!” Buffy giggled. She knew there was nothing between the two of them and was secretly thrilled that Spike had made friends with the exotic French woman. Buffy and Willow had been instantly charmed by their new neighbour and once Spike had met her, he too had fallen under Emilie’s spell.
Spike stepped into the warm room.
“Spike, did you really mean I could do anything?” Buffy asked. She still remained seated and all he could see was her small foot waving in circles in the air.
“Yeah…” he drawled as he sauntered across the room. “Anything, pet. I’m your willing slave.”
“Good. Then stop right there and strip,” Buffy ordered.
“Do what?” Spike was startled by her sudden change of tone.
“You heard me, Vampy, strip!” Buffy tried not to giggle but it slipped out. “Spikkke, I’m trying to be bossy here!”
“No need to try, pet.” Spike grinned as he stripped. “You’re a bossy chit, it comes natural to you!”
“Hey!” Buffy turned and knelt in the chair, peering over the high top. “I’m not always bossy, am I?” she asked meekly, fluttering her eyelashes at her entranced vampire.
“No, luv, was just teasing you.” Spike toyed with the hem of his t-shirt and then pulled it over his bleached head.
Buffy licked her lips at the sight of her lover’s muscled chest. “More, please!”
Spike quickly kicked off his boots and stripped his jeans off.
“Very nice!” Buffy eyed Spike’s nude form, his cock hardening under her appreciative gaze. Buffy slipped on her shoes and stood, she stalked over to Spike.
“Bloody hell, woman!” Spike’s eyes trailed over her tiny form.
“You like?”
“Too right, I like!” Spike exclaimed.
Buffy was dressed in a black velvet corset, which was cinched tight, making her waist even tinier. It cupped her breasts and pushed them up. With every step she took, they moved enticingly. Spike’s eyes travelled down her torso and he gulped. Buffy wore a black silk thong and a pair of sheer black stockings. When she had stood, Buffy had slipped on a pair of impossibly high pair of black stilettos.
Buffy ran her fingers over the top of her breasts as she walked. Spike reached for her.
Slapping his hands away, Buffy smirked at him. “No touching until I say so.” She ran her fingers down and skimmed the lacy-topped stocking. “So I guess the big bill from Anne Summers was worth it?”
Spike nodded, his eyes never leaving Buffy’s face. “Thank you, luv,” he whispered. Tentatively he reached for her. “Can I touch you?”
Buffy smirked at him. “Nope!” She twirled out of his reach.
Spike’s eyes widened at the sight of her pert backside. “Buffy,” he begged.
“Nope! Get on the bed, please.”
Spike practically leapt onto the soft covers. He tucked his arms behind his head and stretched sinuously, rubbing his feet in the burgundy velvet throw at the foot of the bed. His now throbbing erection jerked at the sensation of the velvet. Before he could say anything, Buffy opened their play chest and disappeared from view.
He cocked his head, trying to work out what she was pulling out of the chest.
“Spike, close your eyes.” Buffy’s voice interrupted his musing. He promptly shut them. The mattress dipped under Buffy’s weight. “Give me your hands,” she whispered.
Spike promptly extended his arms in the direction of her voice. Before he could say anything or react, there was a cool circle of metal around each of his wrists and then he felt the handcuff lock shut. Buffy pulled his arms above his head and attached the other end of the cuffs to a hook on the headboard.
“Not to tight?” she asked.
“No, luv, they’re okay.” Spike failed to keep the excitement out of his voice. He heard Buffy snigger as she shifted off the mattress and walk away. “Oi, come back!” Spike turned his head, his eyes still closed and followed the sound of her high heels as Buffy walked to the foot of the bed.
“I’m not going anywhere, Spike.” Buffy breathed into his ear.
“Christ!” Spike yelped surprised as how quietly Buffy had moved.
“Now, Spike, I believe we were discussing how bad you were to screw Harmony again.” Buffy whispered again in his ear, her warm breath tickling him as she pressed a kiss to his lobe before nibbling on it.
“Uhhh…” The sensation of her soft lips robbed the normally verbose vampire of any words. He arched his back. Muscles rippled down his straining arms and ribs as Spike pulled against the cuffs at his wrists. He let out a very unmanly squeak at the sensation of Buffy’s fingers ghosting down his chest and stomach. They stopped at the base of his aching cock and tangled in his soft brown curls. Buffy threaded her fingers through the nest of curls, not touching Spike’s now purple cock. Spike’s erection throbbed and twitched. Thick veins ran up the sides and the head pushed out from under his foreskin. A clear drop of pre-cum trickled out and ran down the side.
Unable to resist, Buffy leant over and laved one of Spike’s nipples with her warm tongue. She then caught it with her teeth and gently bit down, causing Spike to jerk in his bonds and groan.
“Christ, luv… I’m gonna cum if you keep teasing me like this…” Spike moaned.
Buffy pulled back from his chest and frowned down at Spike’s wriggling form. His eyes were scrunched shut as he tried to control himself. ‘Can’t have that now can we?’ Buffy reached over to the pile of toys she had brought to the bed and grabbed a metal ring.
Reaching over, she caught hold of Spike’s cock, pumping her hand up and down for a while. Spike’s hips rose and fell, following the motions of her hand. He groaned in relief as he felt his balls tightening. But before Spike could find his release, Buffy quickly wrapped the cock ring around him and snapped it shut.
Spike’s eyes flew open and he growled in frustration. “Buffy, please…” he begged. He looked down at his aching dick and whimpered. It was trapped in a vice-like grip at the base by the metal ring, which had effectively stopped him in his tracks. The metal parts of the ring shone in the firelight as he looked up at his temptress. Buffy grinned wickedly down at him, her hair tousled from leaning over and kissing him. But more interestingly, her rose tinted nipples had popped out of her corset with her earlier movements and were tantalising him. He whimpered at the sight of the succulent morsels, he adored so much.
“What, Spike?” Buffy’s eyes widened innocently as she watched his cock jerk impotently against its metal captor. “You said I could do anything to you. And right now, I think I’m gonna ride you like a pony until you are broken in properly.”
Spike’s blue eyes darkened with excitement and frustration. “Will you let me cum, too?”
Buffy shook her head. “No, not until you’re begging me and, even then, I’ll probably make you beg a little more.” With that, she leant over and offered her breasts to Spike’s watering mouth.
Spike groaned and then began to lick his way across the soft mounds of flesh, searching for the hard pink nubs he had spotted earlier. ‘Finally…’ He wrapped his lips around one of Buffy’s nipples and sucked hard, knowing that it drove her wild.
“Spike! No fair I waas… ohh right there… I was trying to be a domme!” Buffy wilted over him and moaned.
Spike grinned against her nipple and continued to suckle hard. Buffy quivered and moaned. ‘Oh yeah, I’m still the Big Bad…’ Spike nudged his nose into Buffy’s breast and bit down gently.
Buffy squeaked and sat up. “Ow! That’s not playing fair!” She reached behind her and pulled a long peacock feather from off the nightstand.
“Buffy, no!” Spike tried to curve away from the long feather. He tried not to laugh as Buffy trailed the feather down his side and failed miserably.
“Spike, repeat after me! ‘I am a bad vampire. Buffy is my goddess. I will never think about that vamp hoe bag again!’”
I’m a bad hee… hee… vampire.” Spike giggled pathetically as Buffy ran the feather across his chest and circled his tightening nipples. “I will nevvvvverrr think about…ahhhh no not there, please, luv!” Spike voice raised as Buffy circled the feather around and up his aching dick. Spike’s entire body convulsed, his legs shot up and curled protectively around his much-abused cock.
“Spike! You didn’t say it all…” Buffy pouted at the quivering mess curled up on the bed. She trailed the feather across the soles of his feet.
“Ahhh! I’ll never think or mention anything about that vamp hoe bag again, I promise.” Spike yelped as his eyes rolled back.
“Good boy,” Buffy sniggered, she patted Spike on the head and tossed the feather away. “Lay flat again.”
Spike uncurled and stretched his legs out again. He glanced over at his tormentor and gasped. Buffy had loosened the top of her corset and it now lay open, framing her breasts. “God, you look amazing…”
“I know,” she replied smugly and straddled his waist. She knelt over Spike, not touching him. Buffy ran her fingers through her hair and thrust her breasts upwards as she arched her back.
Spike arched his neck futilely, trying to reach for her bobbing breasts. Dropping his head back onto the pillows, he growled. His eyes flashed gold for a brief second.
Buffy shivered at the sensation and sat suddenly on his groin. She rubbed herself against him, coating his curls with her excitement. Spike sniffed the air and moaned happily at the strong scent of his darling girl’s arousal. His still hard cock nestled against her backside as Buffy slid back a bit.
She reached to her hips and pulled the tiny black ribbons that held her thong to her hips. Pulling the sopping material from between her legs, Buffy leant forward and draped them over Spike’s panting mouth. He groaned happily at the scent and taste of her juices. He sucked on the fine silk happily.
“Ready, Spike?”
“For whaaaaaaa…” Spike’s toes curled into the velvet throw as his cock was suddenly enveloped by Buffy’s warmth. He threw his head back at the sensation of heat enveloping him, her disguarded panties slid off his gasping mouth.
Buffy grunted as she sank down on his cock. Leaning forward slightly, she rocked on his pubic bone, rubbing her swollen clit against her shaking lover. “Hmmm…” she groaned happily as sparks of pleasure ran up her spine.
Spike wrapped his hands around the cold metal bars of their bed and watched as Buffy rocked herself on him. His cock was surrounded by her tightness and her juices poured out, pooling where they were joined.
Buffy put her hands on his chest and gradually began to rise and fall, using the strong muscles in her legs to help her. Spike tried to firstly, not vamp out and secondly, not to whimper like a puppy. He panted loudly and then clenched his teeth. Thick cords stood up in his neck as Spike threw his head back.
“Open your eyes, Spike, and watch me,” Buffy ordered gently.
‘She’s trying to kill me through pleasure…’ Spike opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of Buffy riding him. Unable to help himself he glanced down and watched his cock slide in and out her, it was coated in her juices. His eyes trailed up her body and met Buffy’s amused eyes.
“Like what you see?”
Spike nodded, unable to speak. He was mesmerised at the sight of his captive cock, disappearing into her molten depths.
“Wanna see more?” Buffy teased. She ran her hands over her silk encased thighs, the stockings rasping against his legs as she moved up and down, sending shivers up his spine.
Spike nodded. The normally verbose vampire was struck dumb by the dominatrix riding him relentlessly, she was really gonna ride him hard and put him away wrung out and wet!
Buffy smirked and raised a honey coloured brow, aware that she was mimicking her frazzled lover’s mannerisms. She grasped the corset at the top and ripped it off her body, her breasts bounced with her sudden movements. Without breaking her stride, Buffy continued to ride Spike into the mattress. She grinned quickly and rippled her muscles around Spike’s erection.
Running her fingers up her sides, Buffy cupped her breasts and began to tease her rosy nipples. They hardened even more under her ministrations. Spike licked his lips, his mouth aching to wrap itself around the tempting morsels. He tried not to feel envious of her fingers touching her perky breasts and tweaking her hard nubs. Something he adored doing…
Buffy watched the vampire closely. She could sense that he was rapidly approaching the point where he would usually come with a mighty roar. But the metal ring cinched around the base of his dick was stopping him. Buffy slid down one more time and then halted.
“Waaa… what are you doing?” Spike asked. His eyes clouded with passion and unfulfilled lust. “Buffy, please… I’ve been a bad puppy. Let me go and I’ll make it up to you.” Spike mentally sighed at the pleading tone of his voice, but by this point, he had decided that his dignity had pretty much flown out of the window.
“Spike, shhhh… I’m concentrating.” Buffy grinned.
“Yeah, on dusting me through sexual agony!” Spike muttered.
“I heard that…” Buffy sing-songed. “Just for that!”
“What? Buffy, luv, what are youuuu!” Spike’s voice rose dramatically at the sensation of Buffy rotating her hips in small circular motions. “Oh, sweet, bloody hell…” Spike’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked upwards, seeking his release, one denied him by the vixen straddling him. Buffy leant forward and dug her nails into the skin surrounding his rock hard nipples. She gently kneaded them like a kitten. At the same time, her new position forced Spike’s imprisoned cock against a hidden bundle of nerves inside her, which he was so adept at locating and, with a shudder, she came, her eyes never leaving Spike’s.
Spike was in complete agony. He watched his tormentor come all over him. His balls were tight against his body as they tried to find release. His heels scrabbled on the velvet cover. His cock could feel every flutter of his lover’s muscles. And the heat…the heat of her tight channel was burning him. He could smell her excitement and groaned.
Buffy gradually recovered and pushed herself shakily upright. She shimmied her hips slightly and Spike sank even further into her.
“Mmmm… that was nice,” she moaned happily.
“Nice? Nice! For you maybe, luv. But Buffy please let me go! I need to touch you…taste you.” Spike abandoned his usual coolness and begged her. Every muscle in his body was aching. He half-heartedly tugged at the handcuffs, which, now dug into his wrists. This action caused him to move his hips and Spike’s cock jabbed Buffy, she shivered.
“Nope…I believe you might still be thinking about Harmony!” Buffy teased, knowing only too well that Spike wasn’t, but she wanted to prolong their fun and games. Buffy wanted to see how far Spike could go before he broke.
“Harmony who? I promise, luv, you are the only one for me…” Spike whimpered. He looked up at his flushed goddess and trembled at the sensual sight she presented.
“I know, Spike… you really want me to stop?” Buffy smiled gently at her vampire, offering him an option to stop. Secretly, she hoped he would refuse and to her delight after a moment’s hesitation, Spike shook his head. “Good!” Buffy exclaimed as she sat back firmly on his imprisoned erection and clenched her inner muscles hard in rippling waves. Running her fingers down her now sweating body, she reached between her legs.
“No don’t… stop… it’s too much…” Spike begged as Buffy rotated on his rigid cock, which was still prevented from finding its release. A release he was beginning to suspect would be a long time coming.
“I can, and I will…” Buffy reached down and began to circle her clit with one finger. It was swollen with arousal. Spike watched, mesmerised, he shifted slightly and moaned. Buffy’s internal muscles began to flutter again as she gradually began to peak, again. Her breasts swelled slightly and her skin took on a rosy glow.
“Please, let me cum with you…” he begged.
Buffy shook her head and began to rub harder, he could hear fingers as they fondled her erect clit, her juices trickled onto his groin, anointing him with her arousal. Marking him as hers… With her other hand, she reached behind her and cupped Spike pulsating balls, which were still drawn tightly against his body. Buffy smiled wickedly, he was so close and yet so far. She gently rolled them in her hand and then slid her fingers behind them and massaged the sensitive area between his balls and his ass, determined to torture him completely. It was an area that she had been ignorant about until Spike had shown her, and his electric reaction to her first tentative exploration had entranced her. Now Buffy zeroed in on the sensitive area as often as she could. Just so she could watch her vampire turn into a puddle of jelly on their bed. It usually only took on brush with her fingers to achieve that!
Spike’s brain overloaded with sensations, his body was aching for release but the metal ring around his rock hard dick stopped him. Buffy’s wicked fingers were now pressing down hard. Spike’s eyes shut and he saw stars. He both rejoiced and dammed himself forever showing her his weak spot. Buffy never left it alone when they were curled around each other.
Buffy’s muscles tightened around him, and the familiar breathy sounds that were a precursor to her coming filled the room. Buffy relished the velvety hardness that throbbed and twitched inside her. She could feel every vein and the slight curve rubbed her as she moved her hips slightly. Unable to stop herself, Buffy let out a tiny grunt of pleasure as sparks of pleasure flooded her senses. She groaned loudly as her fingers stalled and pressed down hard.
Spike’s eyes snapped open at the sound of her groan. He watched greedily as his Slayer shook and wailed around him. The sight of her coming all over him was too much. The pressure of her fingers on his sensitive spot was becoming harder to resist. Spike’s balls twitched as they tried to find their release. His cock hardened even more as it pulsed and shook. The combination of Buffy’s inner walls fluttering against his raging hardon, which throbbed impotently against the cock ring and the happy noises she made as she came again were too much. The sensations she was evoking where over whelming Spike his cock and body trying to find their release were overwhelming Spike’s mind. He howled loudly, his pale body, jerked and strained against his bonds and his lust darkened blue eyes rolled back in his head. After a second he lunged upwards, forcing his dick even further into Buffy’s receptive body. Spike snarled and vamped out briefly before his mind shut down.
It was too much…
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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12/23/16 01:12 pm
I donate every month. Please donate to keep this site up!
AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!