DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and many other entities who have the privilege of owning a chunk of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise.
Rating: NC-17
Author: Me, Mishka - Missmishka@aol.com
Distribution: AFF & Here so far. Any place/one interested in putting the fic on their site, just let me know when and where.
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Still fuming from yet another unsatisfactory meeting with Buffy Spike sits in his comfy old armchair watching a ‘horror movie’ on the telly. A blonde little bit that looked like his Slayer, if he squinted and looked at her just so, was being terrorized by a big nasty creature. Like every other flick along these lines the stupid bint runs right into the room Spike was telling her not to and starts screaming about "The blood. Oh, my God, the blood" and his stomach grumbles at the mention of the rich red liquid he thrives on.
Rising from his comfortable perch he makes his way over to the refrigerator where he stores his blood supply and opens it to pull out a mason jar filled with pig’s blood. He’s just unscrewing the lid and preparing to take a gulp when his senses tell him he’s no longer alone in the crypt. There’s a noise at the door and he turns to look in that direction. Seeing the barrier standing open, but no one else in the crypt with him he places the jar up on the fridge and moves slowly toward the entrance to investigate.
"Whatever beastie you are," he says warningly as he tries to locate the thing his senses continue to tell him is somewhere inside the crypt, "I know you’re here. And I hurt beasties," he senses something nearby and stops to focus on identifying or locating the demon. "Hey, watch it," he snaps and whips around when he feels a hand skim over his lower back then grab hard onto his black denim covered ass.
The touch is quickly gone as he continues trying to locate the culprit. When the television is suddenly switched off he sighs and looks in that direction.
"A ghost, is it?" he asks as he still can’t locate anything visually. "Go and haunt the living like a good spirit," he snaps and moves toward the tv.
He feels the bugger move closer again and stops in his tracks. Again he feels an invisible hand briefly touch on his body, brushing his stomach then moving around to stroke over his butt then again skating over his stomach. The thing is circling him and he takes a moment to predict it’s next move then tries to grab it in a headlock. Instantly his arm is grabbed by the spook and used to whip him around and throw his body against a wall.
Gasping for the unnecessary air the impact knocked from him he tries to lunge at the annoying bugger, but the thing shoves against his chest to keep him pinned where he is. His mouth opens to curse, but he snaps it shut as he feels hands gripping the front of his black shirt seconds before the garment is torn open with buttons flying wildly around the room. Again he opens his mouth to tell this bastard off but no sound emerges as he feels warm fingers running over his face then down his neck over his shoulders and chest, now exposed by his gaping shirt.
His startled blue eyes look down at his body and he frowns as this situation seems a little bloody familiar, except for the fact that he can’t see his assailant. Moist, hot little lips press against his Adam’s apple then teeth nip at his right shoulder before a gritty tongue flicks slowly over his left nipple. A gasp escapes him as the tongue swirls around the nub of hardening flesh before it’s suckled on lightly.
"Buffy?" he has to ask as this is so like the things she does when she's playing with him.
"I told you," he hears her voice, knows it’s her and feels his cock swell to press painfully against the button fly of his jeans. "Stop trying to see me."
He can do nothing but grunt as she yanks him away from the wall and spins him toward the chair he’d been sitting in.
"Bloody … What … Buffy?" he says in confusion as the remains of his shirt are removed and he’s knocked sideways into the chair with his legs hanging over one arm.
"Pick a sentence and complete it, Spike," she orders as she rakes her fingernails down his chest then begins yanking his boots off.
"Buffy?" he gulps as hands that feel like hers run up his legs after his shoes are removed.
"You know many others who’ll do this?"
Immediately following the question he feels a pressure against his groin and a few twisting motions before the first button fastening his pants closed pops open. He identifies a nose and chin as the things pressing against him and realizes she’s opening his jeans with her mouth as she did once in the past to get him going.
"Why can’t I see you?" he asks, disgruntled at not being able to see her angelic face buried against his crotch as she uses her wicked little mouth to free his cock.
"I’m invisible," she says and he feels her move away with only half his buttons unfastened.
"Figured that out myself, luv," sensing that she’s not going to finish the unveiling he shifts to sit in the chair and looks around trying to locate her. "How’d you pull that off?"
"Dunno," she suddenly tackles him and the chair tips backward tumbling them both to the ground behind it. "I think," she straddles him and grinds herself against his erection, "that I," her lips press against his then move away before he can respond, "want," he tries to grab on to her and pull her lips back, but she grabs his wrists and pins them to the floor, "to play a game."
"You," he glares up in the direction he images her face to be and tries to break her hold, "play too many bloody games," he manages to reverse their positions and lays flat on top of her squirming but unseen body to keep it in place. "I think we need to talk."
"Really?" he knows if he could have seen it the look on her face as she asks that question would have told him trouble was on the way. "You want to talk instead of," her hips wiggle against his then move back to create some space for her hands to get between their bodies and unfasten the rest of his button fly, "this?" her nimble little fingers free his length and begin stroking it.
She skillfully pushes back his foreskin and brushes her thumb over the sensitive tip she exposed. With a groan he drops his head down and feels it press against the soft, smooth skin of her cheek. Her head turns and he feels her mouth against his. It’s moist and parted and his eyes drift shut as her tongue moves to stroke over his lips then dive into the moist cavern beyond when he parts them for her to enter. Her hand leaves his cock as she wraps both her arms tightly around his shoulders and slides her fingers into his hair to hold their mouths together as the kiss deepens and their tongues twist against each other in their mouths.
When she slowly rolls him onto his back he offers no protest until the scheming bitch suddenly removes her lips from his and is gone from his hold.
"Buffy," he growls with his hands feeling their way over the space around him to try and locate her there.
"I wanna play a game," she says from nearby.
"Seems to me you already are, pet," he snaps and sits up with his dick jutting out from his gaping jeans.
"Don’t you wanna play with me?" little shuffling noises reach his ears and tell him she’s again moving in close.
"Don’t I always play your bloody games?" he asks casually as he focuses intently on those noises to try tracking her steps. "Ha," his left arm flies out and his hand comes into contact with her leg.
"Hey," she kicks his arm away before he can grab onto her. "That’s cheating."
"Is not," he pouts and tries to tell if she's moved away again.
"Is too," he hears her right behind him seconds before she wraps her arm around his neck and tightens it in a chokehold.
"Bitch," he pries at her arm and jumps to his feet when he breaks the hold. "Ok," he pants and glares at the spot he’d been. "What do you want to play this time?"
"Ever heard of Blind Man’s Bluff?" he hears her ask seconds before his unfastened jeans are yanked down to bunch around his calves.
"Yes," he hisses angrily as he’s forced to remove the last of his clothes instead of lunging at her.
"I think we can forego the blindfold given our current situation," she says with a laugh from the entrance of his crypt while shutting the door. "All you’ve gotta do," he can tell she’s moving toward him as she speaks and tries to pinpoint her exact location, "is figure out where I am then come get me."
"And?" he frowns in concentration as she’s moving away from him toward the hole down to the lower level.
"And what?" he whips around as he now hears her behind him.
"What’ll I get," he begins feeling the air around him and moving toward her voice, "when I get you?"
"You get me," he stops in his tracks as something hits his face, "all naked and ready to do whatever you want."
Something else hits his chest and he realizes she’s removing her clothes and throwing them at him. The first item he identifies as her jacket and the second is a shirt. A smile curls his lips as he thinks this game may actually be fun for them to play again when he can actually see her stripping.
"I get any hints where you are?" he creeps forward in the direction the garments had been thrown from.
"Like this?" something hard thumps into the side of his left thigh and he recognizes the feel of one of her big clunky shoes hitting his flesh.
"I was thinking along the lines of talking to me," he growls and changes direction to stalk toward his left.
"I’ll do that," another shoe hits his back, "when I’m out of ammo."
He twirls around just in time to get her the heavy denim of her jeans thrown in his face. She laughs at his growl and after a moment he feels something trailing slowly up his chest before being waved in his face. He snatches at the thing and feels a bit of moist satiny material in his hand.
Her knickers, he realizes with a smile as he lifts the unseen panties to his face and inhales the traces of her arousal on the material.
"You’re wet," he lets the item fall from his hand and focuses his sense of smell on tracking the musky scent of her arousal to help locate her.
"Like you wouldn’t believe," he sees one of the candles set up along a window in the crypt begin levitating. "You have no idea how good you look like that," the candle suddenly flies through the air toward his head and he ducks to avoid it. "All cute and sexy and naked and horny and angry," she giggles. "I bet," she picks up another candle and begins tossing it from hand to hand, "you wanna smack my ass for this," the candle is quickly thrown at him like the other.
"I’ll beat it raw, you vixen," he dodges projectile and the others that follow until they’ve all been hurled in his direction then he lunges toward the window only to find she’s clearly fled the area. "Chain you to the bloody bed for a week," he growls promisingly. "Like to see you do a flit from that."
"Mmm, stop. All that bondage talk is turning me on," she breathes suddenly into his ear from behind him then there’s a giggle as he grabs nothing but air when he spins around. "I may have to get started without you if you don’t stop playing around," a book is picked up and thrown at him, "and get me already."
The gloves were officially off with that. They wrecked his place with her throwing anything she could get her hands on at him to show him where she was or to keep him from grabbing onto her.
In the final stages, his television was knocked over, but luckily didn’t break and he got a bite on the butt for taking a moment to bend down and check on the precious possession. It was her childish reaction to that move on his part that got her caught. Instead of rearing back in outrage at the nip he remains bent over and grabs out behind himself with both hands until he finds flesh.
"Gotcha," he purrs in satisfaction as his hands keep a firm grip on her unseen body and move upward until he has one tangled in her hair.
"’Bout time," she sighs as he straightens and turns with his hand still gripping it's prize to keep her from bolting again.
Before he’s even fully facing her she’s knocking his hand away and shoving him to the ground with her body falling atop his on the crypt’s floor.
"I thought," he groans as her hands begin roaming frantically over his flesh while her mouth presses against his, "that," he turns away from her kiss to speak and she easily diverts her attentions to his neck, "when I got you I got to do," her mouth latches on to his right nipple as she straddles his thigh and rubs her wet pussy over his skin, "what I wanted."
"You don’t like this?" she wraps a hand around his cock and strokes up and down his length while her teeth nip at his left pec.
"Not," her thumb brushes over his slit, spreads the drop of moisture there and he hisses with pleasure, "the point, luv," he groans.
"Didn’t we have this discussion already today?" her hand tightens painfully on his shaft. "Don’t," he cries out in protest and smacks at her clenching fingers on his organ, "call me ‘love.’"
"Right," he finds her head again and tangles his fingers in her hair while rolling them until he was on top of her invisible body. "What was it we decided on, then? My little goldilocks?" he strokes the strands wrapped around his digits then frowns when he notices a difference in them. "Bloody hell," he sits up and yanks her upright with him as his hands run repeatedly over her head. "You cut your hair?"
"Uh … yeah," he feels her hand brush against his over her head. "It actually looks pretty good," she threads her fingers through his and moves their hands away from the new do. "You mad?"
"That what I’m supposed to be?" he pulls their joined hands toward his face and finds her arm with his mouth to begin kissing his way up the soft limb. "’Cause I’m not," his mouth moves up over her shoulder until it finds her neck and begins sucking on the flesh there. "There is nothing you could do to yourself," he moves up to her jaw and seeks out her lips, "that’ll make me stop wanting or loving you, Buffy," he joins their mouths together softly to emphasize the love he feels for this confounding woman.
"You can say that," she pulls her mouth away and her hands gently stroke over his face, "after all I put you through?"
Wishing he could see into her eyes to have this moment he settles into an almost comfortable sitting position on the hard floor then pulls her into his lap with his hands moving to cup her chin and keep her from looking away from him even though he can't see her.
"I can say it, because of all you’ve put me through," one hand drifts along her unseen cheek to sink into her now short hair. "All the hurts and insults and denials I put up with prove to me it’s love and it’s never going to change," he leans forward to brush his mouth over hers "Otherwise," he pulls back with a grin, "I would’ve killed you by now for being such a bloody bitch."
"I’m being serious here," she says poutily as her fist smacks lightly into his shoulder.
"I know," he hopes he’s looking into her eyes as he says this. "I am, too, but we’re not going to have this talk until I can see you."
"Do you have to see me?" he feels her face nuzzling against his shoulder.
"Yes," his hands find her back and begin stroking up and down her spine. "I’ve got to see your eyes and face and know you’re really listening to what I say."
"I’m listening now," her lips move against his skin.
"I don’t want to talk now," he nudges her head back and finds her lips. "I’ve got you," he shifts their bodies until she’s lying beneath him, "all naked and ready to do," their mouths meet briefly as he positions himself between her thighs, "whatever I want."
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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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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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