Granite meeting granite reverberating within the walls of his crypt heralded the announcement of his nightly visitor, Buffy. Tucking the well-worn stake into her inner jacket pocket silently announced she had just come from patrol, which in turn, proclaimed that she had battled the ”forces of evil” and was now ready for a “different type” of confrontation. Several moments passed before Spike’s deep, rumbling voice broke the deafening silence that surrounded them. All the while, his gaze remained steady on the small flickering screen.
“Good evening, Slayer. Since you’ve tucked away your stake, I’ll wager that you’re here for a bit of rough and tumble of another kind.”
Blatantly ignoring his question and sexual innuendo, Buffy gradually stalked forward, leaving articles of clothing in her wake. Within moments, she stood before him clad only in a crimson thong, her features set, radiating determination. Spike’s gaze flickered from the screen to peruse her near bare body. Her heaving chest with creamy mounds tipped with rosy peaks awaited to quiver and pucker under his skillful touch. Her toned abdomen housed an enticing small niche just made for the tip of his pointed tongue. A diminutive swatch of dampening lace concealed her petal-soft womanly folds. Ascending over utter perfection, his gaze reached her hardened features: full lips drawn into a taut line, green eyes that once sparkled with mirth and passion, but were now harsh and cold.
Spike’s jaw clenched and tightened at the deafening silent command her disdainful look dictated. Rising before her, he slowly removed his shirt from the waist of his form-fitting denims. His exposed alabaster flesh was radiant in the muted cast of candlelight. Carelessly tossing the worn fabric aside, defiant blue eyes bore into impassive green ones as his deft fingers worked at the buckle of his belt. His fingers stilled on the metal rivets, while his turbulent feelings struggled to form within the confines of his mind. Noticing his hesitation, Buffy’s annoyed glare moved briefly to his hands, then back to his gaze, silently demanding he continue. His feelings fought for expression, until his tongue could no longer remain idle.
“What am I to you, Buffy?”
In response, her features instantly swirled with a mixture of exasperation and abhorrence, yet she remained silent. Spike scoffed, partially from disbelief, partially from the expectance of her tacit response. Narrowing his gaze, Spike’s words proceeded to fall without censoring or trepidation.
“Why do you come to me? What hollow, empty space in your heart and soul do you expect my cock to fill?”
Her irritated features distorted further with contempt at his callous but truthful words. Attempting to push past his rigid form, Spike seized her upper arms, drawing her scornful gaze back to his.
“Answer me! What am I to you? You come to me night after night gluttonously devouring my flesh, my sanity, my love, until you reach that one moment that you came for. The instant you come, you scramble from our “sinful” entanglement, with your virtue all a flutter, with my dead seed seeping down your thighs. Tell me Buffy, what are you searching for?” Spike’s question hung heavily in the stale air, her labored breaths her only response. “You know what, I don’t give a right fuck what you’re searching for; you won’t find it here. Not anymore. Get…the…fuck…out.”
Their gazes remained fixed, until Buffy nodded curtly, collected her clothes, and hastily dressed. Regardless of the ache that resided deep within Spike’s chest, a sense of pride and self-worth enveloped him, two feelings that fled his cache of emotions the moment he became Buffy’s “whipping boy.” While his gaze held firm on her rigid form, the feelings of triumphant victory faded instantly, quickly replaced with a harsh realization. Following a deep sigh, he chastised himself, ”I was, am, and always will be love’s bitch.” Clothing still askew, Buffy departed. The slamming of the door was the only form of parting he received.
With the distinctive sound still reverberating in his ears, Spike blinked quickly, in an attempt to force away the fantasy that played out in his mind: his protests and the admissions of feelings of him no longer tolerating this feral desecration of his body, her ultimate acceptance and departure.
The real Buffy remained standing before him, completely unaware of all these honest and brave words that had been spoken merely within his mind. She only noticed his hesitation, which had caused her annoyed glare to move briefly to his hands, then back to his gaze, silently demanding that he disrobe. Once more, he would engage in the mindless brutality and release that accompanied “servicing the girl.” One by one, he released each button that would reveal his cock, which was as hard and cold as his repressed feelings and the heart that lay within his chest.
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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.
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!