Thank you Mel for the awesome banner!!!“ENOUGH!” I heard myself roar as I kicked the crypt’s door shut behind me with enough force to bring it slightly off the hinges. Dust and chunks of plaster rained down on the floor I’d made every effort to keep clean so that the Slayer wouldn’ find the place too shabby for the occasional rough an’ tumble. I snorted. ‘Course the Slayer never much appreciated that anyway, did she?
“This is bloody well enough!” I howled with a strength and rage I’d forgotten I was capable of ever since those bloody government wankers shoved that flippin’ chip in my noggin.
“Enough of her yankin’ on my leash! No, no ‘leash’, that would mean `m her pet, but `m not now, am I?” To emphasize this, I swept every surface clean of all the bloody nick-knacks I’d bothered placin’ around jus’ for her majesty’s comfort. “Nooo,” I growled. “‘M her soddin’ fuck toy! Her personal, soulless, evil vibrator, turned on and off at will and without so much as a bloody ‘thank you’ before she drops me on my ear after each shag-fest!”
“Well, No. Fuckin’. More!”
The pleasure I got from runnin’ my Doc through the blank telly-screen was short lived. I kept rantin’ out loud, roarin’ at the top of my lungs… No one could hear me anyway, except maybe a baddie or two that had their eye on my crib… Jus’ wished one ‘f them would challenge me. I could rip ‘em apart and feel a li’l better than I did by bloodyin’ my fists on the un-resistin’ stone of the walls. “Bloody hell! Now I can’ watch Passions either! A happy New Year’s Eve tonight’s gonna be!” I jumped away from a stray ray of sun that managed to find its way through the opening between the door and where it was torn from its upper hinge.
Nothin’ had really happened to get me this pissed off. That is, nothin’ more than the usual rot of her usin’ and leavin’ me! We patrolled together the night before, had a quickie – well, it was a quickie as far yours truly goes – at the cemetery and then I walked her to her house, all gentleman-like. She turned and looked at me from the doorway and I thought I saw somethin’ there, so I took a leap of faith… and ended landin’ with my foot in my bloody mouth!
“NO!,” I bellowed. “Wasn’ my fault! Chit always knew what I wanted from her! I jus’ asked for a soddin’ date! Jus’ to go out! New Year’s soddin’ Eve and all. Get the bird all wined and dined, nice n’ proper!”
And she laughed at me.
I cried out, my arms thrown towards a sky that no longer cared if I existed or not. “She laughed at me!” I repeated out loud, becoming more enraged by the second and reveling at the welcome change from my usual pitiful response to her treatment.
‘What do you think this is, Spike? A relationship?’ I wanted to scrape that smug look right off her face. Was a time when I’d’ve done jus’ that.
Still I was a bit proud of what I did do, how I’d grabbed her arm and chin, forcin’ her to look at me. Proud of it despite the little Nancy-boy inside who’d flinched at the thought of any bruises my fingers may have left on her flawless, bronze skin. I told her, “Bugger this… and screw you.” Spat on the ground and left, duster billowin’ in a dramatic exit worthy of the Great Poof himself!
Felt like me again, it did.
“Tha’s right, baby! `M back, an’ `m a bloody animal!” I decided right there and then, no more of the ponce-y, puppy-eyed vampire that worshiped the bossy bint with all of his unbeatin’ heart. My demon raced to the forefront, shushin’ up William’s twee whimperin’. But the demon knew best. Hell, he loved – loves – the bitch too, jus’ got fed up of havin’ to beg to be close to her.
“New Year’s Resolution, luv!” I sneered at the empty crypt, the pet-name reverberatin’ off the stone walls and mockin’ me. “Never touchin’ you again! ‘Less it’s to save your life, I s’pose…”
I grabbed my bottle of fine bourbon and – bypassin’ the stairway – jumped to the lower level, tellin’ myself it was to celebrate my declaration of independence but really only tryin’ to drink myself into a numbin’ stupor.
Sadly, the liquor ran out b’fore my consciousness.
Still, my senses were lulled enough so I din’t catch on to the bane of my existence `til she was half way down the stairs.
“Spike?”
Her voice was sexy, all honeyed up and I had to try and keep from runnin’ to her.
“Spike, are you down here?”
She called out again as she reached the landin’. I put a smoke in my mouth and lit my Zippo, tellin’ m’self it wasn’ to show her the way to me, jus’ insistin’ I needed the nicotine rush.
“Oh, you’re here,” she brilliantly deduced “Why didn’t you say something?”
Why hadn’ I? I only said I wouldn’ touch her again, right? No need to be impolite now, mate!
Yeah. Right.
I dragged myself to the bottom of the bed, sittin’ on the edge in what I imagined was a confident, self-assured pose. “What d’ya want, Slayer? Thought I made myself clear when I told you to… Go. Screw. Yourself.” I was amazed at how calm my voice sounded, like I wasn’ torn in half between wantin’ to kill her and hold her in my arms forever.
“Yeah… about ‘that’…” She smiled, and it was either the first genuine smile the bint had attempted since her trip back from Never-land, or my eyes weren’t as used to the dark as they’re supposed to – creature of the night and what not.
“`Bout ‘that’, what, Slayer? Got an itch you can’ scratch? Cuz my hands are out ‘f commission!” I threw her the same look she’d thrown me earlier. The one that had me ragin’ mad ever since.
Seemed to have a diff’rent effect on her, though! She pouted. Manipulative chit! Still, I wouldn’ budge. My mind was set… I wouldn’ touch her no matter what.
“So I finally did it then?” She asked softly, and I thought her eyes had unshed tears in them, but I couldn’ bloody well light the cigarette twice jus’ to get a better look now could I?
Instead, I pulled a deep drag, threw it away and lit another one. Bloody hell, they are tears!
“I finally managed to push even you away… the one that would never leave! Way to go Buffy!” I thought she muttered the words more to herself than me as she approached the bed where I was sittin’. I was at a loss for words when she fell on her knees between my legs, each of her hands cuppin’ one `f my calves, lookin’ straight into my eyes.“I’m sorry Spike… I’m sorry for everything. For all the times I said you were beneath me, for the beatings, for stomping on your emotions...”
“You been drinkin’, Slayer?” My hand ached to reach out and get tangled in her locks, but I finally felt like my own man after bein’ her lap dog for so long. No, not even a dog – le’s not go there again mate. You were a soddin’ vibrator, tha’s right, now focus!
I got a hard-on anyway.
“Dawn,” she whispered. “Dawn heard everything and asked me about it… us. And I told her. All of it.” She hung her head in shame “And she said I was a bitch.”
“Always said the nibblet has a good head on her shoulders.” My fingers flexed out towards her, but the demon growled and made them cur.l back into a fist that shoved itself under my thigh. My other hand was thankfully still holdin’ my forgotten smoke.
“I know she’s right. I don’t want to be this person any more… I just want to be with you,” she sobbed, but I refused to let myself comfort her. I wouldn’ touch her. I was bloody resolute!
I pulled away when she grabbed hold of my belt and unfastened it, but my cock didn’ follow suit, strainin’ against the zipper and poppin’ out ‘nstead. I hissed helplessly as it rubbed against the metallic teeth, but the sensation of her hand wrappin’ around my prick turned my hiss into a moan.
“Buffy!” I said as sternly as I could considerin’ my hips were rockin’ to the rhythm she pumped me with. “Slayer! Tha’s not a good idea. Nothin’ in it for you! ‘M not gonna play the part anymore.”
She seemed confused, and I got that torn-up-inside feelin’ again, not knowing whether to shove her off or shag her well into the next year.
“This is for you, what you want!” Her eyes were wide in that way that always used to make me swoon. Well not this time!
“What I w-a-n-t-” I said slowly, as if talkin’ to a sprog, “-is for you to p-i-s-s o-f-f !”
There! I’d done it! Now what would she do? Punch me in the nose? Been there, done that, got the bruises to show for it! At leas’ I did. Vampire healin’ is quite a perk!
She pulled her hand back suddenly and I braced myself for the blow, but she jus’ brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“You don’t mean that.” She smiled and I knew she was right. I could never mean that, but I sure could act like I did!
“`M not touchin’ you, you know. `M not gettin’ you off! Go find Captain Cardboard if tha’s what you want. Oops, I forgot. He left you, din’t he?” I managed to look smug despite feelin’ like a giant turd. Flickin’ away the butt of a cigarette I hadn’ even tasted, I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down at her.
She jus’ opened her mouth…
…and swallowed my cock.
And I mean all of it!
She deep-throated me in one single wet gulp. I couldn’ help but grunt as she closed her throat around my shaft, makin’ me feel like I was `bout to burst. She pulled all the way back and had the nerve to simply say, “But I don’t wanna do ‘this’ to him,” adding her sweet little pout for effect.
“Um, right then,” was my bloody brilliant retort as she sucked my prick back inside her hot little mouth, lickin’ the underside.
She sucked me hard like that for a while, her hand playin’ little games with my balls. Then, out of the blue, she jus’ stood up. Stood right up all prim and proper in front of me, like she was goin’ to put on a bloody Christmas play.
I must have looked like the standard git; mouth hangin’ open, air breezin’ uselessly in and out ‘f my lungs in short, pantin’ breaths. I din’t care. I wanted her, but I wanted to keep my promise to myself; it was givin’ me both an even more throbbin’ boner and a headache!
She solved my dilemma by lifting up her skirt, straddlin’ my lap and without any preamble, impalin’ herself on my hungry cock. No knickers… blimey!
“Oh God, Spike!”
I wanted to say somethin’ witty; anythin’ to keep her from seein’ how she affected me. But all I could come up with was, “Oh, fuck!” Bloody brilliant.
I felt her heat scorchin’ me, her walls squeezin’, pullin’ on my cock with every thrust of her hips against mine and I knew I wouldn’ last long. All it would take would be a couple more minutes at the gallop she was ridin’ me and I would be done for. She was in a frenzy, graspin’ the back of my head as she plunged her tongue in my mouth, suckin’ on mine. Her other hand stole behind her, findin’ and rollin’ my sack in that special way she does. When her finger brushed my arsehole, I bucked wildly beneath her.
I knew she wouldn’ be able to cum without my hand on her pussy, thumbin’ her ripe little clit… and – New Year’s Resolution or not – my male pride wouldn’ take that! Oh, bollocks!
Snarlin,’ I wrapped my arms around her thighs and stood up, drivin’ harder inside her. I bounced her on my cock as I crashed blindly against the wall, her fingers never ceasin’ their exploration of my chest, my back, my arms, her nails scratchin’ me as she moaned in my mouth, her lips never leavin’ mine.
I fucked her hard. Harder than ever before, suckin’ and bitin’ on her nipples, even nickin’ one with my fang at the point that I lost control over my demon, jus’ for a sec. I could feel a trickle of blood runnin’ down her back and onto my fingers as she scraped it against the hard stone surface. And she took it all; screamin’ and writhin’… askin’, beggin’ for more?!?!
So I gave her more.
Her legs were already wrapped around my hips, anchorin’ her to me, so I lifted her until my cock was clear of her quim and pushed into her arse with one hard stroke, feelin’ the firm suction the moment the head ‘f my shaft barreled past her tight ring ‘f muscle. I was slick with her juices and had already been up there durin’ our ‘quickie’ in Restfield, so any pain she may have felt was jus’ enough to heighten her pleasure and not to fire the chip. She wailed and thrashed against me whisperin’ pleas and threats to make me get her off.
I smirked. “Tell me what you want, Slayer.” I slowed my hips, circlin’ my thumb ‘round her clit while stickin’ two of my fingers in her velvety pussy.
“Y-you,” she panted. “I want you Spike.”
“For how long this time?” I rocked my hips from side to side, grittin’ my teeth at how both of her holes sucked me in greedily. My cock was one hard plunge away from blowin’ its load.
“Forever.”
I din’t give her time to reconsider.
I struck. My fangs at her neck, breakin’ the skin and lettin’ her potent blood fill my mouth. She came again and again; ridin’ her orgasm in waves while I drew moans and whimpers from her with my mouth, hand and prick. As I felt her pulsatin’ around me for the third time, I withdrew my teeth, lickin’ the wound to seal it before throwin’ my head back and roarin’ as I erupted inside her.
“Mine!” Whether you like it or not!
I felt her sigh, and I guessed it was cuz she’d have to stake me now. Instead, she clung to me even closer and simply whispered against my lips.
“Yours.”
My legs failed me and I dropped us both to the floor, the wall flush against her back the only thing stoppin’ my suddenly limp body from crushin’ her.
I refused to apologize out loud, I din’t ask her if she meant it, but the mental connection was already established and she smiled while noddin’.
“I guess that means you want me around after all, huh?” she asked, quirkin’ an eyebrow and bitin’ her lower lip - most likely to stifle a giggle more than out ‘f nervousness.
“To coin a popular Sunnydale phrase: Duh!” I grinned at her.
She rolled her eyes, lettin’ her giggle go and I was the happiest bloke that ever unlived as I carried her to the bed, made love to her for hours the way I’d always wanted yet she’d never allowed.
~~~*~~~
Oi! ‘S not like I broke my New Year’s Resolution. ‘S still a few minutes before midnight! I reasoned with my – very satisfied – demon before my eyes closed from exhaustion. More like I had a chance to reconsider… Now what should I decide for next year? Maybe quit smokin’?
Out of the blue, a disembodied voice was in my head while a very corporeal hand ran down my chest.
*Well, baby, if all your resolutions are kept as well as this one, what do you say you resolve to never shag me again?* The giggle was definitely outside my head. I heard the church clock strike midnight. Apparently, so did she.
*And start with you not shagging me right now?*
Um... Right then!
The End
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
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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.
Rabbit_moon1
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!