A/N: Based on Challenge: 121 BSV by FaithUnbreakable: “Basically, I want you to kill off Angel shortly after Connor is born. (Can be Holtz, can be something else). Knowing that Connor is going to be a target because of what he is, Angel leaves a will saying that Buffy (and Spike, maybe) get Connor to take care of, in case Angel dies. Get Buffy out of her heaven-depression and get her together with Spike, over Connor. (Baby bonding, yippee) Must haves: Spike/Connor awkward fun. Make us laugh and make Buffy laugh, Dawn goodness, don't make her a brat, Bitey Spuffy Happiness. Can haves: Spike and Buffy both feeling a bond with Connor through Angel's blood. Family claims, etc. You know the whole nine yards of vampire-family-whatever. Scooby bitchiness would be appreciated.”
Rating: NC-17
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Ties That Bind
Dark Dreamluver
Chapter 1: In Death Release:
“Buffy! Get the phone! It’s Cordelia!” Dawn yelled down the stairs to where her sister was in the kitchen, managing to once again slay another meal dead. She listened for a moment to hear the downstairs extension picked up, before turning off her phone. She thundered down the stairs a few moments later, entering the kitchen just in time to see Buffy drop the phone in its cradle and slide to the floor, tears streaming over suddenly pale cheeks.
Dawn yelped in alarm and fell to her knees beside her obviously distraught sister. “Buffy! What is it? What did Cordy say?”
Buffy’s whisper was barely audible, “Angel...” Her voice broke on a sob as she folded into her sister’s arms.
Dawn felt tears flood her own eyes in sympathy, “Is he...dead?” She asked. Knowing it was the only thing that would reduce her sister to tears like this. Buffy was one of the strongest people she knew.
Buffy’s sobs grew and she couldn’t find her voice to answer Dawn, but managed to nod. She allowed herself the freedom to cry for a few more moments, holding Dawn tightly, allowing her sister to comfort her before she wiped her tears from her eyes and with Dawn’s help, rose to her feet.
“Cordy, didn’t go into the details over the phone, just said that something had happened and he had dusted. She and Wesley are on their way here, she said she would explain when they got here.” Her voice was husky with her grief and she squeezed her eyes tight to hold back the tears that wanted to began again.
She pulled back from Dawn, her face sad, hazel eyes glazed. “Cordy said that Spike needed to be here too, I wonder why? Angel and Spike hated each other...Dawn, can you go...?”
She trailed off as Dawn nodded, “I’ll go now; he can come through the sewers.”
Buffy nodded, not sure she was ready to deal with Spike so soon after their sing along, but it looked like she was going to have to. She went upstairs to take a hot shower, to give herself a few minutes to regroup before the LA crew and Spike arrived.
She turned the water on as warm as she could stand it and allowed the bathroom to steam up before stripping and climbing into the shower. She soothed herself with ritual, lathering her long, blonde hair with the sweet vanilla shampoo she favored. Things had been so hard since Willow had brought her back from Heaven. Her grief over living again, weighing her down. Now that her secret had been revealed she was at least able to drop the Buffy-bot smile she had been sporting for the past month.
She twisted her sudsy hair up and allowed the heated water to knead the muscles in her neck. She could actually feel the tension leave, sliding with the water and soap down the drain. She rinsed her hair thoroughly, wishing that all her problems could so easily be washed away.
She lathered her bath scrunchie and mechanically began to wash, thinking about Angel and how hard it always was to be with him, but how much she would miss him now that he was gone. A small sob caught in her throat and she forced back, she would make time to grieve later, after Cordelia and Wesley left. She didn’t understand why they felt they had to tell her in person, didn’t know if she could deal with them being here without Angel. It would make it too real. Dawn and Spike would be with her though they’d...
She sighed and finished her washing, unable to push Spike back to the recesses of her mind. Cordelia and Wesley were coming to tell her the details of how Angel had died and she was thinking of Spike, again.
She shut off the water and climbed out of the tub, wrapping herself in a big, fluffy towel. She glanced at the clock on the shelf over the toilet and groaned. She had spent more time in the shower than she realized. She would have to hurry to get ready now. She grabbed the hair dryer and started to dry her hair.
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Spike groaned in his sleep, tossing on his bed, when normally he slept like the dead. His sleep was haunted by dreams of Buffy falling from Glory’s tower, her beautiful body bleeding and broken, surrounded by the crumbling remains of the construction site and her crying sister. In his dream he crawled on broken arms and legs towards his love, knowing it was too late, always too bloody late. That he had failed her, failed Dawn.
He held his hand out, sobbing, “Nibblet, I’m so sorry...” His voice cut off with a choked gasp when she looked at him with hatred in her blue eyes.
“You failed her, Spike. You failed her and I hate you! You failed her! You failed her! You failed him!” Dawn’s voice and body was suddenly superimposed with that of his dark Goddess, blue eyes glaring hatefully at him.
“You failed him, my Black Knight! You failed my Daddy!” She screamed at him, wailing and tugging on her hair. “No tea and cake for you, Spike! No tea and cake for you ever again!”
Spike’s eyes shot open and he gasped, clasping his hand to his unbeating heart. It felt as if something had torn it from his body. The pain was so horrific that he had to check to be certain that there wasn’t a gaping hole where his heart once laid.
He tried to make sense of his dream. The Buffy part he got. He had had the same bloody dream every night since she died. One hundred and forty-seven fuckin’ days and nights and they hadn’t stopped just because she was back. Dawn always looking at him with anger and hate.
It was the Drusilla part that had him frowning. She wasn’t accusing him of failing Buffy, probably didn’t even know about that. She had said ‘him’. She had accused Spike of failing ‘him’. She had said Spike had failed her Daddy...Spike put his head in his hands and moaned, tears springing to all ready glazed eyes. Angelus, she was talking about Angelus. He grabbed his chest again and rocked back and forth. That was what this gaping wound in his heart told him. His Grand-Sire was dusted.
Spike curled around himself on a bed that suddenly seemed far too big and lonely, allowing the tears to fall over pale cheeks. He didn’t know it would hurt so bad for Angelus to be dust. He had hated the bastard, hadn’t he? He moaned again, sobs loud in the quite of the grave. He cried for himself, for Dru, for Angelus himself. They had never been able to repair their once happy relationship. He cried for Buffy. Oh God, Buffy. He cried and cried, purging himself of all the grief he had felt since Buffy’s death and resurrection, for the death of his Grand-Sire and when he was finished, after he had cried until there were no more tears left to cry, he stood and dressed, eyes ravaged, but face free of any emotion. He had to go to Buffy.
He was moving the stone slab that sealed his underground room from the tunnels when he heard Dawn bust through the upper level door screaming his name.
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Spike beat Dawn to the house, vampire speed giving him the edge. He jumped out of the manhole and raced to the front door throwing it open and falling through just in time to see Buffy descend the stairs. They stared at one another, hesitating in remembrance of their last meeting.
Buffy looked at his pale face, devoid of any emotion, in a way that only a vampire was capable. She wanted to throw herself in his arms, knowing in spite of what and who he was, that there was comfort and safety there. She looked into his eyes, seeing the true story behind his mask before hurtling herself off the last step into his all ready welcoming embrace.
“Angel,” She began, a sob catching her voice, her too thin arms caught him tightly around the waist.
“I know, love.” His voice was husky when he spoke and she pulled away slightly, hazel eyes searching his. She easily found traces of his tears.
“How? Dawn told you?” But he was all ready shaking his head.
“Had a dream, love, Dru told me. Her and this...” He gently pulled one of her arms free and placed her open palm over his unbeating heart. The warmth of her little hand almost burned him and she covered her hand with his own cooler, larger one.
Her eyes widened with his action and she stared at him questioningly for a moment. “You felt it?”
“Yeah, family bond and all.” She nodded and tucked her self against him again, leaving her hand where it was over his heart.
“I’m going to miss him.” She murmured.
“Yeah.” He whispered back and she didn’t know if she was agreeing with her or if he was saying he would miss Angel too.
Chapter 2: Ties that Bind:
Spike and Buffy were comfortably on opposite ends of the couch by the time Dawn arrived out of breath and plopped down in between them.
“Geez, they weren’t kidding about that vamp speed, huh?” She snarked playfully, trying to little the mood a little.
Spike rolled his eyes at the antics of his Nibblet, but happy that she got a small smile out of her sis. He pulled Dawn to him with an arm around her shoulder, dropping a kiss on her head, showing her his affection.
Buffy smiled again at the picture they made--the Big Bad vampire and his teenage sidekick. She might not be ready to say that she felt something for the blond vampire, but she could easily see how much he meant to Dawn. That he had stayed and kept his promise even though she was dead meant a lot to her, it told her a lot also. It told her that he could be trusted to keep his word and that he did care for Dawn.
She rose to her feet gracefully, “Dawn, wanna help me in the kitchen?” She asked all ready heading that way. “I’m going to make some coffee for Cordelia and some tea for Wes.”
“Yeah, sure, I’d better, ‘cause everyone knows you can’t boil water without burning it.”
Spike chuckled and Buffy shot him a dirty look. “Ha-ha, Dawnie, very funny,” She stuck her tongue out at her sister and Spike. “And no comments from the sunlight challenged, please.”
Spike straightened out his face, looking serious, “Anything I can do to help, Slayer?”
“Yeah, you can come and put out some cheese and crackers or chips or something, maybe make some sandwiches.” It was her turn to roll her eyes at the looks the other two were giving her. “What? They might be hungry after their drive, besides, I kinda need to stay busy right now, you know?”
That stopped the looks, sobering everyone to the reason the LA gang was coming to Sunnydale.
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Spike and Dawn had just finished arranging the snacks on a plate and Buffy transferring the hot drinks into carafes when they heard the front door open before Willow’s voice rang out.
“Buffy?”
Xander’s deeper “Buffster?” was also heard.
Buffy looked at her two companions questioningly, to which they simply shrugged and started to follow her into the living room with the goodies.
“Hey guys why are you here?” She asked greeting them.
Willow gathered her friend into a hug. “Cordelia called us and told us about Angel. I’m so sorry, Buffy. She told us they were coming here to speak with you and we thought you might need some moral support. So here we are all with the supporting.”
Buffy felt her eyes tear up and she squeezed her friend for a moment, “ Thanks Wills.” She pulled away from her friend, wiping her eyes, only to find herself caught up in a tight hug by Xander.
“Yeah, sorry, Buffy, I know this must be hard on you.”
Dawn and Spike stood silent while the friends greeted Buffy, before Dawn asked, “Uh, Buffy, where do you want us to put this stuff?” She had gathered the carafes, leaving Spike with the trays of food.
Buffy turned back to tell them, but Xander beat her to it. “What’s he doing here?” His voice was angry, as it usually was when he referred to Spike.
“Hey!” Dawn yelled, “Spike has every right to be here too!”
Spike was strangely silent, eyes looking at the carpet. .
“Cordelia asked that he be here.” Buffy answered Xander, looking at Spike for a long moment.
“What?! Why? Angel didn’t even like Spike!” Xander exclaimed.
“Yeah, well he didn’t exactly like you either, Xander and yet here you are.” She said not unkindly. She moved towards Spike, taking the tray from him and allowing her fingers to squeeze his in the transfer. His eyes flew to hers briefly. As she suspected, his soft blue eyes were glazed with tears.
She went up on tiptoe, holding his hand for a moment, to whisper in his ear. “I know you’re still tired, why don’t you go and lay on my bed until they get here?” Giving him an excuse to leave the room and compose himself.
He gave her hand a grateful squeeze and went up the stairs, still not looking or speaking to the others, glad that she understood.
Buffy watched him before turning and placing the tray on the coffee table. She turned back to her friends. Willow had taken a seat on the couch and sat looking uncomfortable. Xander’s mouth was slightly open, as if he couldn’t believe what he just saw.
“Xander,” Buffy began.
“Buffy! What is going on here?” He exploded, face red with anger.
“Xander, first of all, I told you, Cordelia wanted him here. But, even if she hadn’t specifically asked, I want him here.” She held up her hand, forestalling another outburst. She was so, so tired of Xander always questioning her decisions, yet always feeling free to do whatever he wanted, even if it involved her. She was also tired of denying that she felt something for the blond vampire. That kiss...
“Xander, you have to get over your problem with Spike. He worked with you all summer while I was dead. He didn’t leave Dawn and he helped you patrol. He has proven he can be trusted. I know this sounds weird coming from me. Before I died, I was all on board with the Spike hating. But being dead changes your perspective on a lot of things and Spike is one of those things. I’m not saying we’re all going to be best friends now, but I am saying that I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt and offering him friendship.”
She turned to head back into the kitchen to get some napkins and cups, leaving a thoughtful looking Willow, a smiling Dawn and a flabbergasted Xander behind.
She looked back at them as she reached the kitchen doorway. “Xander, Spike and Angel may have hated each other for the last few years, but Angel was still his family. He’s hurting right now too.”
She continued on into the kitchen, leaving Xander with something to think about.
A/N Apologizing in advance here-- this is raw and unbeta'd. It may totally suck, but here it is...
Chapter 3: Family
Buffy had just returned from the kitchen when the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the LA gang.
Dawn came to stand by Buffy’s side as she went to open the door and Spike came down the stairs, careful to stay back from the slowly setting sun.
Buffy paused for a moment upon seeing the pair, before inviting them in, “Wesley, Cordelia, what do you have there?” She asked curiously as she hugged each of them in turn before leading the group back into the living room to join Willow and Xander.
“Actually, Buffy,” Wesley began, “this is one of the reasons we needed to see you tonight.” He turned and took a wiggling bundle of blue blankets from Cordelia, lying what was apparently a baby down on his knees and began to unwrap the layers.
“Ooo-kay, when did you and Cordy get together? And when did you have time to have a baby?” Buffy asked, puzzled. Cordy had not been pregnant when Buffy had last been in LA to visit.
Cordy gave a little sobbing laugh, wiping tears from an all ready tear-ravaged face. “He’s not ours, Buffy. He’s Angel’s son.”
There was silence in the small living room, before an explosion of noise.
“What?!” was heard from Buffy, Dawn, and Willow.
“Wait, Dead Boy had a kid?!” from Xander.
“Bloody hell!” was heard from the bleach blond vampire.
The noise frightened the baby and he started to cry. Wesley juggled him up and down, succeeding in making the poor baby’s head bobble all around, but little else. Cordelia was trying to get everyone back under control, only adding to the melee, everyone, but Spike, talking at once.
Spike took his duster off and laid it over the back of a chair before stepping forward and tapping Wes on the shoulder. “May I?”
Wes nodded, relieved to give up the squalling bundle, “Yes, please.”
Spike took the baby and held him up to his face, “Let’s get a look at you then,” he murmured to the red-faced infant. The baby, sensing someone new, had stopped crying and opened big blue eyes to gaze back at the man who felt and smelled like his daddy.
Spike chuckled, ignoring the silence that now reigned in the room. “Tiny little bite, aren’t you? Would hardly take anythin’ to gobble up a snack-size like you.” He cooed, vamping at the now gurgling baby, not surprised when the baby’s tiny face changed in response to Spike’s demon, teeny fangs peaking through minute sheaths, in spite of the kid’s obvious heartbeat.
Buffy and Dawn rolled their eyes at the vampire’s words, while Willow paled and Xander yanked a stake out of his pants and lunged at Spike. “Let go of that baby, Fang Boy!”
“Xander!” Buffy yelled, grabbing the boy as he went past. Spike turned to see what the ruckus was. Seeing the whelp’s stake, he let the demon recede, noticing that once again the baby’s demon responded to his and changed the baby’s face back into his human form. He turned the baby’s back against his chest, easily holding the now cooing baby with one arm.
“What the bloody hell did you think I was goin’ to do, Whelp? Eat the boy?” He snorted at Xander’s nod. “Yeah, like I’d eat a baby. Let alone, family.”
Wesley cleared his throat at this. “Well, yes, Spike, that’s good to hear.” He nervously looked between Spike, Buffy and Cordelia, the later nodding her head in encouragement, before continuing. “Because, you see, Angel’s will name you and Buffy as Conner’s guardians.”
That comment once again prompted an explosion of noise, causing the baby to cry once more. Spike rolled his eyes and turned the baby back around, tucking the little bit against him and patting his small back. The baby snuffled into the hollow between Spike’s shoulder and neck, rooting around and crying, before vamping and latching on, the child’s cries dying away as he nursed on Spike’s blood. Spike’s eyes widened in surprise at the prickling sting of the tiny fangs, but let the baby feed.
Buffy was the one to put a stop to the riot this time. “Enough! Would you all shut up so that Wesley can explain?” She glared at Xander and Dawn.
“Yes, well, thank you, Buffy. As I was saying, after Conner was born, Angel made a will to arrange for Conner’s welfare if anything ever happened to him. We could have never foreseen Angel’s defeat at Holtz’s hands, but apparently Angel feared of such a thing. Conner will be a target, not only because he is the child of two vampires, but also because of whom his father was. Angel felt that you were best able to protect Conner, Buffy. As for Spike, when I question him about it, he said that Spike valued family above all else.
Spike nodded, oddly touched over what Angel said. Buffy looked confused and not a little panicked. “I knew about that law firm bringing Darla back, but I didn’t know about the baby. How exactly do two vampires have a baby? I like thought their...you know...was dead.”
Wesley and Cordelia answered at the same time, “Prophecy.”
Spike snorted again, “Bloody well figures.” he replied, gently rocking the dozing baby, sated, the demon had retreated.
Buffy sidled over looking at the baby as if he was a bomb. “What the hell would I do with a baby? I can’t even boil water for the bottles!”
Xander who had been surprisingly quiet throughout all of this blurted, “I don’t get it. Buffy I understand, long, lost love, Slayer, but Spike? Are we forgetting he doesn’t have a soul? Yeah, Angel’s a vampire, but he had a soul. How could he even have thought about letting Spike raise his kid?”
Spike growled and vamped, angry at Xander’s words, before smirking as he felt the baby’s bumpies form against his neck. “You wanna know why, whelp?” He snarled.
“Yes, Spike, I do. We all know that as soon as you get that chip out you’ll probably drain the kid.”
Spike’s smile grew bigger and he carefully cupped the Conner’s head and back to support him and carefully turned him to face the room. Everyone gasped at the little demon. “That answer your question, Whelp?”
Chapter 4: Beginnings:
It was late by the time that everyone was settled down and explanations had been made. Buffy sent Xander and Willow home with much protesting, promising that they would get together the next day. She put Wesley on the couch and Cordelia in her mother’s old room, sending Dawn to bed and directing Spike to set up Conner’s portable crib in her room for the time being.
Alone, except for the baby she was holding in one arm, she tiredly made a bottle according to the directions Cordy had given her. Buffy found that Conner being a living vampire didn’t bother her all that much. Xander was freaked, to say the least, but Willow and Dawn both seemed okay with too.
She looked into Conner’s blue eyes and sighed. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked quietly. “I can barely take care of myself and Dawn.” While the bottle warmed in the little appliance, made especially for that purpose, she stroked the baby’s small round head, gently combing his sparse dark hair with her fingernails.
“You look so much like him, you know? A tiny little Angel.” Tears dripped from her bruised feeling eyes. “Oh, Conner, how am I going to do this?”
Spike had been standing quietly in the doorway, watching her softly speaking to the baby, when he finally spoke, “You do this with my help, Slayer.”
Buffy started in surprise, clutching the baby a little tighter to her chest, swinging around to face the vampire. “Don’t do that!” She stated sharply. The tone of her voice caused Conner to stiffen in her arms and start to cry. “Damn it, Spike! Now look what you made me do!”
Spike rolled his eyes, crossing over to the pair and taking the red-faced infant from her. He grabbed the bottle from the warmer and tested it, frowning at how warm it felt against his too cool flesh. “Hush, Slayer and test this. Is it too warm? I can’t bloody tell.”
She sighed anger forgotten at the cries of Conner, and shook some of the formula against her wrist. “No, its fine, go ahead and give it to him.” She handed the bottle back.
Spike was shaking his head at her, “Oh no, Buffy. You’re not going to get out of this.” He handed both the baby and the bottle back to the Slayer. “I’ll handle the blood feeding, but you have to do the milk,” He paused for a minute before a smirk curled his lips, “and the diapers.”
She snorted, but conceded, taking the baby and placing the nipple of the bottle into a greedy little mouth. “Oh no, buster. Angel made us both guardians. That means we both take care of the feedings and the diapers!” She turned the light out in the kitchen, motioning for Spike to follow her and headed upstairs, blond vampire in tow.
They entered her room and Spike eased the door shut behind them so as not to wake the others. His heart would have been pounding if it could. Here he was invited into the Slayer’s bedroom. Granted it was only because of the baby, but she had been treating him a little better since she had been brought back, almost clinging to him for comfort and help. He was still surprised by earlier, when Xander had said those things about Angel, she had seen how much it hurt him and offered her room as sanctuary.
He turned from the door to her, watching as she gently burped the boy and laid him into his crib, covering him with a light blue blanket. She straightened and moved to sit on the bed, patting the space beside her, in a request for him to sit also.
He settled down slowly, not sure it was a good thing. Just being in her room made him aroused, sitting beside her on her bed, made him ache.
“Did you mean what you said downstairs? That you would help?” She began, breaking the silence.
He looked at her seriously, “Yes, luv. Angel was right to make us both guardians. You can go out in the day, take the bit into the sun and all that, but he also has a demon in him. He’ll need to be around his own kind not only for the blood, although that is an important consideration, but also so he’ll know he’s not alone.”
He paused, taking her hands into his. “Buffy, I know that you don’t feel the same way that I do. I also know that I’ll never be Angel, I don’t have a soul and I don’t want one, but I do love you and Dawn, and I’m halfway in love all ready with the bit. I’ll help you, never leave you, if you’ll just let me.”
Buffy felt the tears begin again as he spoke, realizing, perhaps for the first time, just how much this supposedly soulless vampire loved her and Dawn. She was so tired of being alone, for searching for someone to love her, for her to love, for someone who wouldn’t leave. Everyone in her entire life had left her, her mom included, even though that wasn’t her mom’s fault. It had been so hard since she was brought back. Missing heaven, missing her mother, having to be the strong one. But here was Spike, offering to take some of the burden from her, to love her, and to never leave her.
She stood and walked slowly over to the crib, glancing down at the small baby who had become hers. Hers and Spike’s. A child, while not hers by blood, that she thought that she would never have. She turned to her dresser and picked up the photo of Dawn, running her fingers over the lovely teen, before sitting it down and turning the vampire that was sitting on her bed, heart in his eyes, begging her to let him in.
Decision made, she crossed back to him, pulling her shirt over her head, before undoing and kicking off her jeans. Clad in just her thong and bra, she swung her leg over his lap and sat down, fingers gently closing his gaping mouth. She pressed a tender kiss against soft, cool lips, whispering, “Yes.”
Spike was stunned as she revealed her golden flesh to him, before settling on his lap. Her kiss left him breathless and her soft words left him hard. “Yes what, Slayer?” His voice was a low rumble against her mouth, causing her to gasp into his as it traveled down her spine and caused wetness to gush between her wide spread thighs.
“Yes, I’ll let you,” she pushed herself further into the cradle of his hips, soaked panties rubbing against rough denim and hard flesh beneath. “Yes, I know that you love me and Dawn and that I know you’ll love Angel’s child as well. Yes, I know you’re not Angel, but yes I can fall in love with you, soul or no soul. I can, I’m half way there all ready.” She peppered each yes with a soft kiss on parted lips and small grind of her hips against his cock.
He growled and grabbed her rocking hips hard against him, “Say it again, love, Buffy...say it again.”
She took his mouth again, licking and biting the full lower lip, before pulling away, breathless and very aroused, “I’m falling in love with you, Spike.”
He groaned, thrusting against her heat and catching her mouth in a crushing kiss, before reversing their positions, flipping her beneath him on the bed. He pulled away from her slowly and divested her of her bra and thong, before hurriedly stripping off his t-shirt and jeans. He pulled the comforter out from under her flushed form and slid into the bed with her, settling between her legs. The smell of her arousal was making him crazy, he had to be in her, now.
She spread her legs wide and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her in one hard thrust. They groaned as he filled her, their rough curls merging together as he was seated fully. “Buffy, love,” he gasped, hardly able to speak at the hot, slick feel of her around his cock. “I’ve dreamed of this, wanted to take it slow, but...”
She gripped his hips with long, golden legs and flipped them, “But its too good to take slow, Spike,” it was her turn to gasp as she got to her knees and slid up his length, before taking him in to the hilt again. “There will be time for slow later, not going anywhere, promise...besides, since when have our dances ever been slow?”
He chuckled, before moaning as his golden Goddess rode him, shiny hair and small breasts bouncing with her movements on his cock. If he couldn’t hear the creak of the bed and the slap of their flesh meeting with every thrust of their bodies, he would have swore he was in his cold, bed in his crypt dreaming.
Moonlight streamed in through the open window, falling onto the bed and writhing couple there. The sound of their passion rose and fell about the room, both of them forgetting about the sleeping baby in their race for the edge.
Spike gripped her hips, vamping as she ground her clit against him on each down thrust, squeezing his hard flesh sweetly. She moaned and leaned slightly back, breasts thrusting forward as she arched her body, one hand delving between her thighs to twist her clit, the other, sliding back between his legs to find his tight balls, pulling and rolling them in her hot, little palm.
He growled and sit up, balls clenching under her questing fingers, his cock sliding hard in and out of her rising and falling form, he gripped her hair pulling her neck to the side, making it arch in a clean, taunt line.
Realizing what he was about, she abandoned her play and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, nails digging in, preparing for the stinging pleasure-pain of his bite. She shuddered cumming around him as his fangs penetrated her deeply.
“Mine!” He roared as her pussy contracted and released, milking his hard length as he stabbed into her one last time, moaning as her rich blood flooded his mouth, his cock spurting his cream in time to his pulls of blood.
“Yours.” She whispered as their hips still undulated against one another, not wanting to give up the pleasure of their passion. The baby mewled, moving in his small bed, causing their movements to stop as reality reasserted itself and he pulled his fangs out of her neck. He licked the still seeping wounds as Conner’s quiet fussing turned into an outraged howl.
The blond couple looked at each other in surprise, before Buffy started giggling causing his spent cock to slide out of her heat. They moaned at the feeling and sighed when the baby continued to cry.
“Bloody hell!” Spike griped and Buffy giggled again slipping off of his lap and allowing him to get up and get Conner as she straightened the bed covers and slid beneath the sheets.
Spike’s quiet murmurs drew her attention, and she stopped what she was doing to look at them. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her now mate, cuddling the small baby to his hard, bare chest; his hands large in comparison to Conner, carefully cradling the tiny head and body. She sighed as Spike came back to the bed, slipping in beside of her, the baby now resting quietly on his chest. She cuddled up against him and he wrapped his spare arm around her shoulders as they settled down to sleep. Lying against him, with the baby cuddled against them, she actually felt her heart mend as she fell the rest of the way in love with the two men now in her bed and her life.
TBC
