Disclaimer: I wish he was my toy but Joss owns the playground as well as all the toys.
For Spikeslovebite/Tam! One of my fabulous betas as well as the bestest friend anyone could ever have. Yes one of your Christmas prezzies is late but hey, I was stuck in the no inspiration zone. LOL Love you, sweety.
Also huge thanks and lots of hugs to Megan for the wonderful comments and inspirational suggestions! You so rawk!
Sex in Your Violence
Title inspired by lyrics from Everything Zen by Bush.
Drusilla, the love of us un-life, was gone. Alone in the world for the first time since his turning, Spike found himself at the edge of a dance floor in a small teen club looking for the one thing that would make his existence seem worth something. He’d been good at two things as a vampire: taking care of his dark princess and killing slayers. Wallowing in self-pity after the loss of his one constant, Dru, he struggled to find something, anything to boost his shrinking self-esteem. Without his girl there was only one thing left that could put the swagger back into the Big Bad. Feeling the tingles in his gut that signaled the closeness of the Chosen One, he turned. The magnificent view he was presented with had his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
Never before had he seen a slayer move like this. He should know. He wasn’t called the slayer of slayers for nothing. Studying their every move for weeks like a hunter sizing up his prey gave him intimate knowledge down to the slightest twitch of every muscle. But seeing this blonde beauty writhing on the dance floor, surrounded by foolish young boys that had no idea of her true power, made him harder than he could ever remember being. Like the other slayers there was a graceful strength but never had he seen one smile so freely with such a passion for life shining brilliantly for all to see.
She was perfection. The golden crown of hair. The enticing scent. The sensual sway of her hips. The way her powerful muscles rippled beneath her smooth skin as she moved. Seductive innocence that could bring any man to their knees begging for just one look, one touch, one kiss.
For over a century his ripe wicked plum had been the only one to affect him in this way. Why now was he being sucked in by another’s beauty? Catching the glimmer in her eyes he found the answers he sought. She was searching for that little something extra to make her life worth waking up for everyday, just as he was.
He needed to get closer. Feel that glorious sweat soaked skin against him. Breathe in the scent of her hair as he ran his tongue along the pulsing of her jugular. Just a taste. Maybe then he could do what he was supposed to instead of standing on the sidelines imagining taking her in ever position imaginable.
Gliding towards her like a silent wraith, he slid in behind her. A flash of his true face sent the pushiest of her admirers running for their lives. He quickly banded one strong arm about her waist and pulled her flush against him.
Her sudden intake of breathe had him stifling a moan. Her lower body brushed his groin and he couldn’t stop his free hand from skimming over the curve of her hip. Reaching the edge of her short skirt, he sought the scorching heat of her thigh, his fingers gliding over the delicate skin.
With a soft gasp, she tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder. The tremble of her lithe form set him ablaze, causing him to harden painfully. Inhaling her sweet musk, he ground his cock into the cleft of her heart-shaped backside as his hands continued their bold exploration of her softness. He felt her thumbs dig into his hips as she tried to force more contact, grinding that luscious ass back against him.
Spike could tell that this one was relatively new to her calling; that she obviously had no clue what he was. She wouldn’t be reacting this way if she did. There was no way he could kill her before sating this sudden hunger. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Sucking him in. Consuming him in the flame of passion.
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It had started like any normal night for the young slayer. Homework, hanging out at the Bronze with her friends and hoping there wouldn’t be any interruptions by some random nasty. Buffy had waited for Angel to show up, but since he was a no show yet again, she was doing the next best thing - getting her groove on and letting the music pulsate through her.
Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and a hard body pressed into her back. For a brief moment she thought it was the one she’d been waiting for, until she noticed his lack of height. And then he started to move with her and she knew for certain. There was no way she could picture Angel being this bold or moving so sensually against her.
Deliberately forgetting her so-called boyfriend, she focused solely on the man holding her. The way he molded to her body sent shivers racing down her spine and turned her knees to jelly. Not knowing who he was made it all the more erotic in her young mind, sending moisture from her core to dampen the cotton covering her sex.
Feeling an impressive bulge pressing firmly into her ass, Buffy’s mind shut down and let her body take over. She wanted more of the wonderful sensations that each sensual slide of his form against her evoked. No one - not even Angel - had ever made her feel like this before. Her head fell back to rest on his shoulder and her hands moved of their own volition to fiercely grasp the hips behind her.
This is what she’d wanted to feel with Angel, but he’d never allowed things to go any further than sweet, innocent kisses. Lately it had become more than just ‘slaying makes me horny’, but Buffy was too embarrassed to say anything to him about it. She tried instead to show him with kisses and touches how much she wanted him, but Angel sadly hadn’t taken the hint. He never acknowledged her needs and completely ignored the lust that raged under the surface when she had a particularly energetic patrol.
But now there was a hard male body grinding into her that seemed to answer the siren’s call of her body. What was a teenage slayer with raging hormones to do but give in to him?
Suddenly she was ripped from his grasp and her eyes shot open to see Willow holding her wrist. Catching her best friend practically having sex on the dance floor with a total stranger had Willow’s face turning an alarming shade of crimson.
“Come on, Buffy. There’s some guy out back about to have himself a snack, if you know what I mean,” Willow babbled frantically.
Buffy turned to face her mysterious dance partner for the first time with pleading, passion-glazed eyes. “I…um…I’ll be back really quick if you’ll wait?” she stammered. She was shocked to see just how sinfully gorgeous he was with his platinum blonde hair and sensually kissable lips, blue eyes and a sexy scar bisecting his left eyebrow. All combined to make one drool-worthy package even if it was a little outdated.
Giving her a silent nod, he watched as she was pulled from the club by her friends. Bloody hell, I forgot I told that poncey git to go find something to eat. Oh well, it’s not all bad. I can watch her fight and then shag her into next Tuesday.
Buffy rushed out the door, anger radiating from every pore. It was one thing to be interrupted dancing, but to be dragged from the yummy hard body that created such interesting tingles? Well, that was just wrong!
Seeing the burly vampire about to take a bite out of the whimpering girl, she quickly took action, ripping him away and flipping him backwards. He was back on his feet with a fast recovery, but Buffy was ready for him with a roundhouse kick hard to his face. Barely flinching as her foot made contact, he threw a punch that she ducked and countered with a swing of her own.
Catching her arm in mid swing, the smug demon slammed her painfully into the metal door behind them. Not even noticing the pain she jumped up, an animalistic gleam in her eye, ready to continue the battle. She yelled at Xander and Willow to grab the girl and get out of there.
“And a stake would be nice!” she hollered, looking at Xander’s retreating form as she repeatedly punched her opponent in the face.
Standing out of sight in the shadows, Spike watched the violent beauty with awe. She was really enjoying the savagery of the fight. The determination in her eyes coupled with the vicious blows to the other vampire only strengthened his lust. He’d come here to size her up, to make her his third, but killing her was now the furthest thing from his mind.
When he saw her young friend return with a stake, he decided it was time to get back inside and make his way to the other door. The fight would reach its dusty conclusion in minutes and he wanted to be able to meet her out in the alley before she decided to come back inside looking for him.
Buffy’s blood was pumping erratically, throbbing through her veins. She took a few deep breaths, trying to control the almost overwhelming urge to rush back to her bleached Adonis and drag him to the nearest secluded spot she could find. The fight had only increased her hunger and the slide of wet cloth against her exceedingly sensitive lower region sent jolts of pleasure flooding her senses.
The intense need she’d been feeling for months was finally coming to a head, and since Angel refused to do what she’d more than enough times alluded to, then it was this new guy’s lucky night. He was more than interested and it didn’t hurt matters that he was the hottest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. With these thoughts swimming around in her head, Buffy turned to go back inside and find out just how much she’d been missing out on.
Pulling the door to the Bronze open, Buffy was met by the smoldering blue gaze of her mystery man. Noting his total scrumptiousness, she perused the tasty muscular chest hidden under his tight black t-shirt. Her eyes slowly drifted south and she took in the well defined abs. After an amused chuckle from the salty goodness standing in front of her, she quickly diverted her attention back to the beautifully sharp planes of his face and a smirk that made her thighs quiver.
“See something you like, luv? The name’s Spike, by the way.” He pulled her against him, already craving her supple warmth.
Spike huh? Sounds dangerous! Just what I need, and oh God! He’s got a drool-worthy accent too! Yep, not going to let this pass me by, Buffy thought to herself as she pressed further into his form.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” Buffy retorted why a smirk of her own, letting her hands run over the soft leather of his duster to clasp his shoulders.
“Oh ho, my little kitty has claws,” Spike chortled from deep in his throat as he dipped his head to whisper the next words in her ear. “And does she have a name?”
“Buffy,” she breathed against his cheek while he slowly moved them back out into the alley, blowing puffs of cool air into her ear and making her shiver.
“Well, Buffy, now that you have me all to yourself, whatcha gonna do with me?” Spike taunted as he licked a path up the side of her exposed neck, groaning and pushing her back into the wall with his body.
Grabbing his face, Buffy forced his head back from her neck, quickly sealing her mouth to his. Soon she was mewling unabashedly, licking, tasting, and nipping at the plump juiciness fused upon hers with hedonistic ardor.
Overtaken by the tantalizing flavor, voluptuous curves, and intoxicating scent of the ripe beauty before him, Spike mindlessly caressed every inch of exposed skin. The rough fingertips of one hand skated across her collar bone, blazing a path to one pert little breast, lifting and lightly squeezing the handful.
“Ungh…yes…don’t stop. Stopping…bad and…Spike good,” Buffy panted, arching into the talented fingers. Her head bowed back to hit the rough bricks of the wall behind her as she tried to increase the intensely pleasurable tingles racing to her womb. His knee glided against her sopping cleft, drawing strangled moans from deep within her throat. She was already close to orgasm and he hadn’t even made it under her clothes yet.
“Do you know what you’re getting into, little girl?” Spike rasped against her ear, on the verge of losing control of himself. He could feel her wetness and heat seeping through the leg of his jeans.
“Yes,” Buffy hissed, sliding her hand down to grasp the straining erection he was grinding into her hip. His harsh intake of air when she began to stroke him through his too tight pants made her feel powerful in a way she’d never known before. Oh yeah, she was really liking this! Nothing had ever made her feel so alive or wanton and being out in the open only heightened the feeling, sending a naughty thrill rushing up her spine. She hated the way Angel always made her feel like a coddled child and was no longer afraid to give that up. Especially with this glorious male body doing such interesting things to her.
“Bloody hell luv, such perfect little hands.” Spike thrust heedlessly into her grip. In all his time on earth he’d never had an experience that compared to this. Soft warm flesh writhed against him, driving him nearly insane with the need for more. Craving a taste of the diamond hard nipple under his palm, Spike quickly slid both hands behind her neck to loosen the tie holding her light blue halter top up. He leaned back to allow the top to drop around her waist and was assaulted by the perfection of glowing skin and full breasts before diving in to lick the stiff nubs that were begging for his attention.
He worked his hand under her skirt and kneaded her creamy thigh. Grunting his pleasure into her sinfully delicious flesh, he moved to cup her dripping quim, grinding his palm against her swollen clit.
Buffy couldn’t take anymore. She had felt desire many times, of course, but never of this magnitude. It was too much and not enough at the same time. The burning ache between her legs screamed for satisfaction. Uncaring that she was about to give away her virginity in a dirty alley, she reached for him in desperation. Grasping the waistband of his jeans in both hands, she pulled, ripping them in her animalistic desire to get to the rock hard member they imprisoned. She knew instinctively that this would sate her ravenous yearning.
The sensation of a small, strong hand wrapping around his turgid length caused a quiver to move through Spike’s limbs. In a flash, he ripped away the sodden cotton covering between Buffy’s shaking thighs and forced two fingers into her slippery folds. She was tighter and hotter than he expected.
“Yeah, such a good girl. Cum for me, sweetness.” Her silken walls immediately began to flutter around him as she shrieked, shattering in orgasmic bliss. The restraint he’d placed on himself went out the window as his demon burst forth and his sharp fangs sliced into the plump flesh surrounding her nipple.
Warm ambrosia slipped across his tongue and he groaned his appreciation for the powerful blood that fueled his passion. More arousing than this was the second climax that squeezed his imbedded fingers while the slayer gripped his head tightly to hold him in place at her breast. The knowledge that she had gotten off on being bitten made up his mind. No killing the girl. If she enjoyed it as much as her body told him she did then he knew that there was hope of more between them.
Buffy trembled and shook as cool fingers continued to stroke her from the inside. The pull on her breast slowed and then it dawned on her that he’d bitten her. Oh God, he was a vampire! He’d sunk his teeth into her and she’d liked it. She was in an alley about to have sex with a vamp.
Scenting fear for the first time, Spike laved his marks closed and raised his head to stare into shocked hazel eyes. “No need to be skittish, my little kitty cat,” he purred softly. “Not plannin’ to hurt you, just wanna make you feel good. Gonna let me, luv?”
The rumbling cadence of his voice mixed with the vibrations against her heaving chest elicited another gush of moisture from her molten core and a gasp from her parted lips. In the next moment she realized that if he’d wanted to kill her, he could’ve already done so. With a nod of her head and firm squeeze of his throbbing cock, she agreed.
Growling Spike’s mouth descended violently upon hers, splitting open her soft lips and forcing his tongue into the sultry cavern of her mouth, tasting and twining with her own. Quickly, he removed his fingers and pulled back from the Slayer, wrapping his blood stained lips around them to suck the delicious cream coating, never taking his eyes from hers as he groaned at the sensual taste.
In the next second Buffy latched her mouth onto his jugular, biting and sucking. The fanged kiss tearing at her lips had done nothing but make her want more and now. Knowing now what he was, there was no doubt in her mind that this would be his erogenous zone. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, her lust addled brain telling her to get things moving before she exploded from want.
Guiding his cock to her sopping entrance, Buffy pushed downwards and let what little weight she had force him up into her virginal body. The sharp sting that came with the rupture of her maidenhead only served to make her crave more as pain and pleasure mingled, causing the Slayer in her to rejoice.
Stunned, Spike’s head shot backwards, jaw clenching against the tremendous feel of the velvety tight inferno enclosing him. He couldn’t believe his luck. The nubile young body surrounding him had never been taken by anyone else. She was all his.
The darkly carnal reaction from one so pure and untried fueled his thirst. He reached around her back, smoothing his hands along the rippling, sweat soaked muscles. Gliding slowly out of her until just the tip of him remained inside, he gripped her shoulders tightly and waited until he couldn’t take another second of her frustrated movements and yearning whimpers before slamming to the hilt with every ounce of strength at his command.
Buffy thrashed in his strong embrace, clawing bloody furrows into the taut muscles of his back. A primal keen rushed from her lips to meet the darkness that surrounded them. Being pounded into the brick wall with such force, she found what she hadn’t known she always wanted. Never would she let go of the overwhelmingly intense creature taking her.
Completely lost to his demon, Spike hammered into the soft yet powerful body. Her scent filled his nostrils and her tight, molten channel was clinging to him, causing exquisite pain and dragging him further under her spell as she met every ramming thrust, matching him perfectly. Her inner muscles fiercely clenched around his churning prick and threatened to rip the flesh from it.
A feral scream tore from her throat and she threw her head back. The offering of that smooth column had him moving forward, wanting nothing more than to latch on and take. Suddenly Buffy’s head shot up and, moving quicker than he’d thought possible, she struck. Blunt teeth imbedded in his cool flesh, tearing into his skin and drinking him down.
A savage roar burst from his lips and his body jerked viciously in reaction. He buried his fangs in her shoulder and pulled her essence into him, marking her as his both inside and out as thick ropy spurts rushed from his pulsating member, filling her with his copious load.
The feel of her tongue soothing and closing her own bite had him purring as he licked the torn skin under his mouth. Rubbing his ridged forehead against her temple, he slowly unhooked her legs and helped her slide back down to stand. Tenderly, he lifted her halter back in place and began running his fingers through her golden mane trying to untangle and straighten it as his face shifted back to the glorious cheekbones and blue eyes she’d first seen.
Buffy stared up at her new lover. He’d just taken her virginity, fucked her senseless in public, and now he was being both gentle and considerate. She knew that she definitely wanted to keep him around.
“Do you have anything in your coat pocket I could use to clean up with?” she murmured shyly, lowering her gaze to the ground as her cheeks flushed prettily. It seemed such a weird reaction to have after what they’d already done, but the embarrassment of saying something like that out loud was unavoidable. There was no way she could walk home with the sticky combination of their cum and her blood dripping down her thighs, though. Who knew what kind of unwanted elements that might attract?
“Let Spike take care of you, kitten,” he husked, gracefully dropping to his knees in front of her. Gently caressing her ankles, his hands gradually grazed up the sleek curves of her outer legs and raising her skirt. Shifting forward and extending his tongue, he lapped up the crimson testament to her lost innocence.
“Mmmm, we taste bloody good together, sweetness.” Spike pulled back, grinning devilishly up at the burning lust once again displayed on the Slayer’s face. Dazed by her musky scent, he enthusiastically dove back into his delectable task.
The cool tease of his mouth and tongue was such sinful perfection that it had to be illegal. She might have been a virgin when they started, but she wasn’t stupid. She’d read enough to know exactly where he was headed and her hips swayed with aroused anticipation as she grasped his hair, mewling her appreciation.
Alternating between long, languorous brushes and short, fast flicks of his dexterously talented tongue, Spike thoroughly cleaned the inside of her thighs before running the length of her weeping nether lips. The throaty moans coming from her had him rock hard and on the verge of exploding once again. Glad he’d never gotten around to putting himself away, he reached down and firmly gripped the base of his tumescent length, stroking in sync with her movements.
Spike splayed her open with his free hand and wrapped his lips around the distended nub that begged for his touch. Taking his time, he ran circles around it before flicking it back and forth. When her grip in his hair became almost painful, he sucked her deep into his mouth, nipping as she shouted his name and her knees buckled. He moved quickly, shoving his tongue into her convulsing hole and sealing his mouth over her. With a triumphant growl, he greedily drank down her flowing nectar, thrusting wildly into his hand as his cock erupted.
Exhausted, Buffy slid down onto his lap, hugging him tightly to her and resting her head on his shoulder. She sighed contentedly and kissed his neck as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. When a little of her strength returned, she lifted her head, giggling as she realized that he’d accidentally wiped his stuff on her blouse.
“What’s so funny, little kitty cat?” he questioned with a quirk of his scarred eyebrow.
“You were supposed to get me all clean and instead I think there’s a nice big sticky wet spot on the back of my halter top,” she giggled, giving him her ‘ewww’ face as she tried to sound disgusted. The bubbling laughter gave her away, though, and she fell forward, burying her face in his chest.
“Sorry, luv,” Spike replied smugly, not even trying to look the least bit remorseful with his tongue tucked behind his teeth, smirking. Easing Buffy off his lap, he stood up, bringing her with him. He tucked himself away and then took off his beloved leather duster, wrapping it around her shoulders to cover the smears on her shirt.
Spike was determined to make this slayer his. He knew there would be a lot of talking and probably some tears. Hopefully, they would avoid the angry stake through the heart part, though. Love? Well, no… Not yet. But he hadn’t felt this good since before Drusilla dusted and he wasn’t ready to let this fiery vixen get away.
“Luv, would you um…well…let me walk you home?” Spike stammered sheepishly. He was unsure exactly what he was supposed to do next, never having been in a situation like this before. He really wanted to take her back to his place and chain her to his bed, never letting her up, but he knew that wasn’t the way humans worked.
“I’d like that.” Buffy beamed, clasping his hand in hers. “So, when can we get all groiny again?”
Throwing his head back and laughing heartily, Spike pulled her up against his side. He darted in to give her a quick but passionate kiss. “Anytime you want, kitten. And I do mean anytime!”
THE END
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