Mark of the Mate
by
Vampirische liebe
Sequel to ‘More Than She Bargained For’. Spike is finally free of the Scoobies, but he can’t stay away from Buffy. S4
The crypt door slammed open and Spike woke up at the noise. He sat up topless in his makeshift bed atop the Sarcophagus and glared at the Slayer as she came sauntering into his home.
“I might have known…..it’s only been a week since I left you bloody Scoobies! What do you want Slayer?”
“I came to return this to you,” Buffy said and Spike noticed for the first time that she was wearing his treasured duster. Well, wearing wasn’t quite right. The tiny Slayer was swathed neck to toe in the black leather.
“Yeah well…take it off and then get the hell out,” he said disinterestedly.
“Are you sure you want me to leave?” She purred, as she opened the duster to reveal she was naked beneath it.
Spike stared and felt himself grow hard at the sexy sight.
“I thought we could do more of what we did the other day in Giles’s bed.”
Spike watched in fascination as his duster slipped from her body and she slowly walked over to him. He threw back the sheet, revealing his nakedness and arousal.
“Come here!” He growled.
Buffy jumped up beside him and soon found herself beneath him, revelling in his hard kisses and caresses.
“Oh, Spike,” she moaned, “Make me feel a bad girl.”
Spike licked the puncture wounds on her neck and felt her tremble with desire.
“Anything you say, Pet.”
Spike woke up to find himself thrusting beneath the covers. He sat up in frustration and looked at the empty crypt. Damn it. Yet another dream about the Slayer. Ever since he’d saved her a week ago and been allowed to leave the Watcher’s, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and how she’d felt beneath him. He had to see her again.
***
It was late at night and Buffy was enjoying having the college pool to herself. She swam a few lengths to exercise her muscles before slaying and was oblivious to Spike watching her in the shadows. Her spidey senses hadn’t been activated.
Buffy swam her last length at a fast crawl and got out of the pool. She grabbed her towel and headed to the girl’s changing room. From afar, spike admired her sleek body in the tiny green bikini she was wearing. He eased himself away from the wall and quietly followed her into the changing room.
Buffy was delving into her locker for her clothes when she heard a familiar voice drawl,
“Slayer!”
She gasped, before turning to face the bane of her life,
“Spike! What are you doing here?” She snapped.
Then she watched warily as he slowly prowled towards her. His shirt was undone and she tried hard not to look at his nice abs.
“I’ve come to see my mate,” he purred sexily.
Buffy’s eyes widened in shock at that, before glaring at him,
“I’m not your mate, Spike and I never will be.”
“My marks on your neck and our activities last week tell a different story, Buffy,” he said as his eyes raked her body, and he prowled nearer.
Buffy began to panic. She so did not need to be seduced by a horny Vampire.
“I was under Demon influence - influence of Demon. I didn’t know what I was doing!” She babbled.
Spike smiled, “Yes, but the second time you knew who was giving it to you,” he said and gave a slight thrust of his hips.
Buffy gulped and took a step back, “I was chained up, Spike. I didn’t have a choice but to suffer…”
Spike growled and pinned her up against the lockers, “Is that what you told yourself, Slayer? Tried to convince yourself that you never responded to me? Well, you did, luv - screamed my name you did and I’ll bet you’ve been having wet dreams about me ever since.”
“I do not have dreams about you!” She denied vehemently, but Spike saw the tell tale blush and smirked.
“Yes, you do. Your body remembers the feel of me inside you and you dream it could happen again. You know its bad, but you crave it.”
“No! You’re a pig, Spike….”
Spike ground himself against her and she could feel his erection through his jeans.
“Yes, but you still want me, Pet,” he said before crushing her lips with his.
Buffy struggled against him and bit his tongue when he tried to slide it into her mouth.
Spike pulled back and laughed, “That’s my girl,” he said happily and kissed her again. His hands began to caress her wet body and she moaned into his mouth, finally surrendering. Spike licked his puncture marks on her neck and Buffy trembled against him.
“Oh, God,” she muttered.
Her hands started touching his hard chest, tracing the muscles. She couldn’t help herself. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? It wasn’t fair and there should be a law against it, damn it.
Spike pulled the strings to Buffy’s bikini top from around her neck and unclasped it from behind her back. He dropped the wet top to the floor and massaged her breasts. Then he tweaked each nipple hard before rolling them between finger and thumb. He grinned when Buffy moaned in response to his touch.
Buffy pushed Spike’s shirt off his shoulders and admired his muscular chest and arms. She leant forward to bite his male nipples, but Spike cut her off by torturing her own with his cool tongue. She gasped as he alternately licked, sucked and nibbled on each bud. She was filled with a throbbing need and arched her back to better accommodate him. Oh, but this felt good.
Spike knew how aroused the Slayer was becoming, because he could smell her musk alongside the smell of chlorine and the all too familiar smell of vanilla. He undid the ties of her bikini bottoms and felt them slip to the floor, just as he felt her small hands fumble with his belt buckle and zip. He stepped out of his jeans as they slipped down his legs.
Buffy stared into Spike’s blue eyes as he gently spread her legs and slipped a finger inside. She smiled when he hissed,
“Bloody hell, Slayer, you’re sopping!”
Then she revelled in the sensation of his wicked fingers thrusting inside, while he played with her clit.
“Oh, Spike,” she groaned.
He smirked, “You like that, Slayer?”
“Yessss”
“Well, you’ll like this even better,” he promised, as he withdrew his fingers. He lifted the Slayer up and impaled her on his cock.
Buffy grunted and wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist. Her dreams of their earlier encounter at Giles’s hadn’t done Spike justice. He was bigger and harder in real life and he felt wonderful inside her.
Spike thrust into the Slayer, slamming her against the lockers, but neither cared. God, she felt good. And her little pants and cries were turning him on. She was the perfect mate. His mate!
Buffy closed her eyes in ecstasy at the sensations he caused.
“No - open your eyes,” he commanded, “I want you to see whose making you feel like this.”
Buffy opened her eyes and stared into hypnotic blue. She bit her lip to stop herself crying out too much as he hit the magic spot with each thrust.
“Whose are you?” He purred.
“Yours,” she said breathlessly. She’d say anything as long as he kept making her feel like this.
Spike growled possessively, “Tell me ‘I’m yours, Spike’!”
Buffy pouted, “No.”
What was this, an ego boost?
Spike stopped thrusting and Buffy looked at him in surprise.
“Why no thrusting?”
“Tell me what I want to hear, Pet.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “I’m yours, Spike,” she said quickly. Anything to get him thrusting again. She needed thrustage.
Spike grinned in triumph and began thrusting harder and faster, much to Buffy’s delight. He then vamped out and bit down into Buffy’s neck.
Buffy felt the sharp prick and then only the heady pleasure. She was on a roller coaster of emotions. She could hear her heart beating loudly and the blood whooshing around her veins. She suddenly felt herself soaring outside herself for a moment, floating in the air before returning and finding herself climaxing in time with Spike.
After several minutes, Buffy was able to breathe again and stunned hazel eyes stared at Spike,
“What did you do?
“Claimed you fully as my mate.”
“What does that mean?”
Spike smirked, “It means we have spectacular sex every time we meet and you will be unable to resist me.”
Buffy bit her lip.
“Oh,” she said quietly. She didn’t like the sound of that.
Spike could see his Slayer trying to fight her attraction to him and knew she would try to resist him. But it was hopeless. She was his now.
He withdrew and let her trembling legs drop to the floor.
“Come on, Pet. Let’s get cleaned up,” he said gently and grabbed her bottle of shower gel.
Buffy nodded and meekly followed him into the communal shower room. But then she looked at him,
“No touching me though, Spike. I can resist you.”
“O.k., Pet. I’ll shower over here,” he said and walked over to an opposite shower head.
Buffy looked at him suspiciously before turning on her shower and relaxing in its heat. She soaped her body and suddenly felt cool hands lathering her breasts and pinching her nipples. She whirled around to Spike,”
“I said, no….. touching,” she trailed off; when she saw he hadn’t moved.
“Pardon, Kitten?”
“Nothing!” She muttered.
Spike smiled to himself. Their sexual beings were now joined and Spike just had to think what he’d like to do to Buffy and she would feel it. He could hear her crossly muttering to herself about evil Vampires and her attraction to them and he waited for the inevitable.
“Spike?”
“Yes, Pet?”
“Could you, erm, help me wash?”
Spike walked over to her.
“Lather you up, you mean?” He asked, taking the shower gel from her and squirting some on his hands. He stood behind her, their skin not quite touching to tease her. Then he reached around her body and lathered her breasts. Buffy moaned.
“Like that, Baby?”
“Noooo…. Touch me properly,” she said huskily.
“I thought you didn’t want me touching you…”
“Spike! Touch me!” She growled.
Spike laughed, “If you insist, luv.”
He pulled her back against him, so that she could feel his arousal, as his hands massaged her breasts and rubbed her nipples.
He spread her legs and thrust into her from behind, taking her breath away.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“You know it is, damn you.”
“That’s right. You’re drawn to the dark side, aren’t you, Slayer? A normal boy is no good for you. You need a Vampire’s love!” He whispered into her ear.
Buffy shivered at his words, “I don’t love you!" she told him between pants, as he continued to thrust hard into her.
“No, but you will. You’ll want me, crave me and finally you’ll love me.”
“Never!”
“Never is a long time, Pet,” he said.
The shower room was suddenly quiet, apart from the sound of running water and their grunts as they danced.
Finally they climaxed and Spike withdrew. He walked away from Buffy, but looked back just before he left the shower room,
“You know where to find me when you start to crave me,” he smirked.
Buffy glared at him and then furiously started scrubbing her body clean of his touch, hating the sound of his sexy laugh as he disappeared. Who did he think he was telling her those things?
***
Buffy & Willow were in the dorm discussing Spike.
“And then he told me that I would love him and I said that I would not,” Buffy babbled.
Willow looked at her friend sympathetically, “Oh, Buffy, this is not good. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. But I’m definitely staying away from him…that’s possible in a town this size, right?…no matter how good the sex is…and oh, my God, I just said that aloud, didn’t I?”
Willow nodded, “Are you sure you don’t feel more for him, Buffy?”
Buffy bit her lip, “No, I’m not sure. Oh, Willow, I am beginning to crave him. I don’t want to, but I do.”
Outside their window, Spike heard and smiled. He took a drag of his cigarette before stamping it out and making his way back to his crypt.
***
Buffy knew Spike was watching her as she slayed. She could feel his presence and it made her all tingly - in all the wrong places. But she didn’t know where he was, as he remained hidden.
After dusting several more Vamps, Buffy grew impatient.
“Spike! Just come out where I can see you.”
There was no sign of the sexy Vampire.
“Spike!”
Buffy grew more and more annoyed.
Then she felt his cool lips on her neck and she jumped. She swung around, stake in hand, to find no one there. Damn it. How did he do that? She was so going to kill him for playing mind games with her.
She stomped off towards the crypt she knew he was in, stake held tightly in her hand. She was going to kill him for biting her and claiming her as his mate; she was going to kill him for making her want a Vampire again, and she was going to kill him for being so damn irresistible.
Buffy kicked his crypt door open and stomped inside.
“Spike!” She yelled through clenched teeth.
A topless Spike appeared from the shadows, “You bellowed, my love.”
Buffy glared at him.
“I am not your love and this….this madness has to stop. You have to stop playing with my mind….making me want you.”
“I’m not playing with your mind, Slayer,” he said gently.
“Yes, you are!” She snapped, “And I should have done this a long time ago….”
She raised her stake and walked slowly towards him.
Spike calmly watched her.
“We’re attracted to each other, Buffy. We always have been. But we’ve both been fighting it and it wasn’t until I bit you at Giles’s that I knew.”
“I have never been attracted to you, Spike.”
He smirked, “There you go, lying to yourself again, Pet. You’re afraid of what’s between us and your mind tries to deny it, but your body knows. When we were in the heat of passion last night and you said you were mine, you were giving yourself to me as my mate. My bite then claimed you fully.”
“What does that mean?” Buffy asked impatiently, twirling her stake.
Spike moved a step closer, “It means, Pet, that our sexual beings have joined. I just have to think of what I’d like to do to you and you can feel it, and vice versa,” he purred, “There’s no mind games - just our bodies crying out for one another. I’ve never known anything like it. It must be our powers that make the desire stronger.”
Buffy began to panic. She didn’t like what he was saying. It meant she had no control over her body, where he was concerned anyway.
“You’re lying!” She said, taking a step back from him.
“I wish I was, because the irony of the Slayer and a Vampire joined together for eternity isn’t lost on me. But we’re meant to be together, Buffy.”
“No, I ….”
“Damn it,” he growled and stalked towards her, knocking the stake out of her hand and grabbing hold of her,
“You don’t choose who you fall in love with, Pet, it just happens. Two bodies know when they should be together. For centuries, enemies have fallen in love with each other. Love isn’t rational.”
“Love?” Queried Buffy.
“Yes, Love! I love you, you stupid cow,” he snapped and pulled her roughly to him, before kissing her hard.
Buffy kissed him back hungrily. He was right. There was no denying this. Her body craved his kisses and his touch. She had never felt anything like it before, not even with Angel whom she’d loved dearly. But maybe that was it. Maybe she hadn’t really loved Angel.
She pulled away from Spike and stared at him, “My, God, Spike, what have you done to me?”
“Nothing, Pet….” he began, frowning.
“I love you too, you stupid Vampire,” she said and then looked amazed at herself for saying it out loud.
Spike didn’t give her time to change her mind. He picked her up and headed towards his bed, “I bloody knew it,” he said smugly.
Buffy laughed, but then put her hand on his chest and looked up at him seriously, “I’m scared, Spike.”
“Don’t be, Kitten. The Big Bad’ll look after you.”
End