Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all the characters contained within. I hold no claim on them.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set during Buffy versus Dracula and then goes seriously AU after that! Buffy is missing and Spike is the only one who has noticed. Where is Buffy and why is Spike the only one who is worried? Will the peroxide vampire be able to find her before it's too late? What has happened to the Scoobies and will they save Xander before he really becomes Dracula's butt monkey?

Chapter 34

Buffy lay there staring up at him, her full lips curved into a tremulous smile. All the icky angsty stuff out of the way, she was now waiting to see what her vampire was going to do to her first. She licked her lips and laid her hands coyly on her inner thighs, flexing her fingers in the supple leather of her skirt, which had bunched around her hips. 

“Well then, what were we up to?” Spike curled his tongue against the back of his teeth and looked down at the luscious piece laid out before him, waiting to be devoured. All he got in response was a breathy giggle. “Right sweetness, guess it’s about time I had a look under the wrappings?” 

Buffy stared up at him, her hair a tousled halo around her head. As she lay with her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked in the small of his back and she undulated against him. Her big eyes were filled with laughter and excitement. She nodded and wriggled against Spike, hoping to entice him into stripping her naked and shagging until she couldn’t see straight. She threw her arms over her head and arched her back, hoping to add to his interest with a little show of her own. Her tight nipples pressing against the diaphanous lace camisole Dawn picked out for her to wear under her shirt, the same one that Spike had ripped off her.  She made a mental note to take him shopping to replace all the underwear and shirts he shredded when he was trying to get to her. 

“Nice skirt, luv,” Spike toyed with the wraparound leather skirt and then with a wicked grin, flipped it up and over her head, revealing her pale green lacy panties to his oh so appreciative gaze. “Love the knickers, Slayer, buuut you look much better without em on.” There was a ripping noise and Buffy sighed. And another pair bought the dust. 

“Much better.” 

Buffy squeaked as she felt Spike run a finger over her soaked curls and slip between her slick lips. She gripped hold of the mattress and moaned, her knuckles turning white as she tried to stop herself from pulling her skirt off her face. The scent of the black leather was infusing her senses and the lack of sight heightened the sensations that her Sire was wringing from her body. His dextrous fingers were busy between her legs, teasing and pulling at her soft skin. She felt weirdly safe in her cocoon and curled her toes waiting for her sire to decide where to play with next. She couldn’t help it; a giggle escaped her parted lips. After the grrr and angsty stuff, now they were together, happy and Spike was doing what he did best. Loving her. 

“Think I’ll leave the boots on for now, Childe.  Like the look.” Spike ran his hand up one leg and pulled it from around his waist and held it straight up. He pressed a kiss and a nip to the back of her knee and watched as she squirmed all over the bed. “Like that do you?” He laved the spot again and then pressed hot fevered kisses down her calf to the top of her black Suede boot. He purred at the sight of her wriggling around on him like a catfish on a pole. Her juices were beginning to drip between her legs and soak his jeans. He dropped her leg on his shoulder and shifted her hips slightly, opening her up to his appreciative gaze. His left hand slithered down her thigh and coasted into her wetness as his right hand anchored her leg to his shoulder. 

“Look at you, all opened up and ready for me…” he crooned as his index finger circled her swollen nub and teased it gently. His fingers dipped between her swollen inner lips and then slid up and around her clit, anointing her with her juices. 

“Spike…oh…please.” Buffy abandoned her silence as he played in her soft folds, gathering her moisture and painting it around her aching clit. Her hands gripped the mattress as she undulated her hips up and down, trying to get him to slip his finger into her. 

Spike watched as she whimpered and smirked, he wanted to see her face all flushed and lust hazed. He made quick work of the skirt and tugged the bunched leather out from under her. “There’s my girl. Bite your lips for me, show me how my fingers make you feel…yeah tha’s it, my lush peach.” Spike purred as he watched the myriad emotions flutter across her face.  She stared at him with big eyes, unwavering in her attention.  

Buffy’s hand unclenched form the fabric and she trailed it up her lace-clad torso, her questing fingers finally locating their target. She bit her lower lip as she tugged on her nipples, her eyes silently begging him for more. Spike growled at the sight of her playing with her rosy tipped breasts and speared his fingers into her waiting depths. Curling them, he searched for the spongy bundle of nerves he knew his girl loved for him to play with. 

“Oh!” Buffy screamed and threw her head back. “Missed this…missed you,” she panted as her slippery depths gripped his questing fingers like a glove. She threw her head back and moaned, her eyes turning lavender with passion as her fangs dropped. It had been too long and all her inhibitions decided it was a good time for a holiday. She growled at him and tilted her head back even more, offering her pale throat to her sire. “Love you, Spike.  God I missed you,” she panted around her fangs. 

“Shouldn’t have been such a moody mare now then, had you?” Spike cocked his head and watched his fingers slipping in and out of her swollen quim, her juices coating them.  Her scent was all around them and his mouth watered and his fangs dropped slightly. 

“Sod this. I need a taste…the smell of you is killing me.” 

He flung her leg off his shoulder and pulled out his fingers. Spike ignored her moan at the loss and instead gripped her inner thighs and gently pushed them as far apart as she could go. “Pretty as a picture, sweetness.” Spike stared down at her laid open ready for his mouth-- and who was he to deny her. With a smile and a purr he swooped down and pressed a soft kiss on her quivering lips, his tongue curling down the sides of her passion-swollen inner lips and dipping into her clenching opening briefly, just to keep her on the edge. 

With a happy sigh he turned his head and sought out the juice-slicked softness of her inner thighs, and with a purring growl, he vamped out and sank his fangs into her quivering flesh. 

“Spiiike.” Buffy’s scream shook the rafters and a fine coating of dust floated down over the two lovers.

Her thighs clamped around his head, not wanting him to stop. He was back inside her and tasting her…it was all she wanted. Her fingers knotted themselves in his tousled curls as she rocked against his face, her soft flesh tearing around his fangs as he drank her. 

His hands flexed on her waist and Spike sighed against her skin, slowly retracting his fangs from the plump flesh.  He licked the wounds shut and pressed a kiss to the fang marks. “Lemme go, pet.” He gently pulled her thighs away from his head and silently thanked his maker for not needing to breath. 

He opened his mouth to speak and was stopped with a kiss. Buffy lunged at him and wrapped her arms around his head and devoured his blood soaked lips with hers. She whispered sweet nothing against his mouth and sighed as his fingers returned to her cleft and gently tugged her downy curls. “Need inside you, love. Gonna lemme in, sweetness?” 

Buffy reached between then and began to fumble with his belt buckle and the buttons of his jeans. “Off! Take it all off. I wanna see you,” she growled as she bit into his neck with a purr and let his blood seep from her mouth. She gave up with the jeans and ripped off his t-shirt, leaving Spike to wriggle out of them and kick them off as she kissed his nipples and ran her fangs around them, teasing them into firm peaks. 

“Hey, not got many of those packed!” Spike grumbled. 

“Could say the same about my panties, Spike.” Buffy grinned impishly and pushed down on his fingers as they slid into her soaked depths. “I…uh…expect, oh… to the left a bit. Shopping go…goodness as soon as we can. Oh god, that’s it, just there. Rodeo Drive, shops and pretties to make Buffy smile….Gah!” She shivered as Spike pressed his thumb firmly on her clit and held it there. 

“No more knickers left…that’s good for me. Like the idea of you running around all bare and ready for me.” Spike pumped his fingers into her wetness and then pushed his thumb down hard.  He watched as she came undone on his hand. “That’s it, lemme tend to you. You look so pretty all flushed and wriggling around on my fingers.” With his free hand he stroked her hair off her face, then wrapped it in his fingers and pulled her head back.  He pressed a kiss on her open mouth and sucked her swollen lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. 

Pulling away from her panting mouth, Spike stared at her; she was pure sin in that moment. Her legs splayed, his fingers buried in her depths, her breasts covered in lace and heaving with each unnecessary breath and her mouth swollen from his ardent kisses. The skin on her neck called to him.  He looked down to where his hand was buried and smirked at the reddened bite mark he had left on her inner thigh. Blood seeped from the wound that he’d sealed with a kiss, anointing the back of his hand and wrist with her precious essence. Marking him as hers. He growled, undone by her, his debauched cherub. 

Spike tugged her hair, forced her head back even more, and struck. 

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“Oh my god, that is disgusting!” 

There was a click of a crossbow being armed, followed by two more. 

“Are you freaking nuts?” Cordelia’s voiced shrilled. “Oh my god, cover it up…jeez, is that all there is?” she mocked, anger tinting her voice. “How could you, Angel?” she added forlornly, betrayal colouring her voice. 

“Oh dear god, my eyes…Angel, are you insane? What on earth are you doing? Have you no concept of the danger you are placing us all in? What about your guests?” Wesley whimpered. The last thing he had expected to see on returning from a job was Angel stark naked with Darla sleeping next to him and the scent of sex heavy on the air. He thanked his lucky stars that at least his desk was untainted by their coupling; he didn’t think there was enough disinfectant to remove that from it. 

“Don’t ask him that, man. If that’s Angelus, you know he’s gonna be an insane fucker,” Gunn’s deep voice intoned. His angry eyes never left the brunette vampire he had thought was a friend and also a fellow fighter. From where he stood, it looked like Angel had found the going too tough and had decided to opt out of the fight. 

Angel lurched up with a gasp, his hand clawing at his throat and the other clutching his chest. He stared bemused at the brace of crossbows pointed at him and Darla. He mentally cringed, wondering if his unlife could get any worse. 

‘Darla…oh shit, what have I done?’ He stared bemused at the audience surrounding him and then clapped his hand over his genitals, covering them easily. “Wait guys, no I’m not evil…” Forgetting momentarily, he held the same hand up to forestall any angry crossbow bolts and flashed the three horrified humans again. He frantically clapped his hand back down and winced as his balls quivered in pain from the slap he gave them. Groaning slightly, he willed the incipient erection away; he hated that his cock liked pain and perked up whenever it appeared on the horizon. 

‘It was all her fault...’ He glared at Darla, hating her for everything. Most of all this minute, the fact that he was so well trained to love pain and revelled in the sexual torture that Darla’s very experienced hands had taught him. He hated her for not helping him lose his soul and getting him away from the pain of Buffy and Spike loving each other. He hated himself for being so weak and letting her seduce him. He hated her for letting them get caught by his friends—now they would think so little of him. 

“No, you’re nuts…Eewwww, I can’t believe you touched that skank.” Cordelia stared at Angel in disgust. “I will never forgive you.” She pulled a face at the semi hard cock that Angel was covering with the palm of his hand. “Oh my god, I am gonna need therapy after seeing that.” She waved her crossbow at Angel’s crotch, the action making the souled vampire’s eyes widen with fear and take a step back. “You need to be dipped in disinfectant.” 

“Now …children, play nice.” Darla’s sickly sweet voice belied the tension around her. She glanced spitefully at Cordelia. “Awww, is the little girl all jealous that her crush made love to me?” she purred while casually smoothing her hair, paying no heed to the three sets of male eyes straining to take in her naked breasts as the bobbled up and down. 

Cordelia snorted and rolled her eyes, “Please…ego much?” She pinned Angel with a gimlet eye and then huffed loudly. “As if I’d let him touch me.” She tossed her head and pinned Darla with a malicious look, one that Willow and Xander knew all too well from first hand experience. “Please, like I’d let his dick anywhere near me after it’d been in you!” 

“Cordy…” Angel risked a glance at Darla and watched as she stood and ostentatiously straightened her red dress. He couldn’t believe he’d slept with her, tried to lose himself in her. He glared at Darla, hating himself for being so weak, hating her for being so easy. He wanted to cry, but couldn’t, not when his three associates were surrounding him with arrows and disappointed expressions on their faces. He needed to think fast and talk himself out of this. He doubted that he could blame Buffy, seeing that she wasn’t even around. 

“Angelus, are you going to let her talk to me like that?” Rage filled her when she looked over at her silent childe; he still had that stinking soul. She wanted to tear his face off with her nails and then dust them both. The curse must’ve been changed so that he couldn’t lose it. The possibility that he couldn’t ever achieve perfect happiness between her legs never occurred to her. Instead she settled on the idea that whoever re-souled her boy had made it permanent. She wanted to howl and rage. But Darla realised she had very little chance of doing that and surviving this mess. So she focused on escaping. 

“Darla, shut up and get out of here, now!” Angel scrambled to his feet and looked around for his pants. 

“Oh for goodness sake, get dressed man. You are making an utter arse of yourself!” Wesley scooped up the crumpled pair of slacks and threw them at Angel, his eyes never leaving Darla.  The flaxen-haired vampiress glared at the three of them and began to edge her way to the exit. 

“Get out? Get OUT?” Cordelia yelled at Angel, her eyes wide with incredulity. “As if,” she snorted and took aim at Darla, her eyes narrowed. “Only way Darla the wonder slut is leaving is in a dustpan.” 

“Wait…no…” Angel leapt forward, tangling himself in his trousers and tripping as the fell down. He managed to grab hold of Cordy’s crossbow and knock it out of her hands. Wes and Gunn were pulled over as Cordelia’s arms swung around her and they all collapsed into a cursing pile. Wes grunted as Gunn’s elbow caught him in the stomach and his fingers tightened reflexively on the trigger.  There was a muffled scream and the sound of glass shattering. 

“Eww, get off of me. You smell like sex and like evil slut juices…I so don’t wanna know where your hands and mouth have been. Gah, Darla breath…” 

“Dear god, Cordelia, must you…I don’t need that image in my head.” 

“I think I’m gonna be sick…” Wes and Gunn groaned in unison, both of them tinged around the gills with a green that Lorne would’ve envied. 

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“Oh my god, Spike. You’re so laaaaame,” Buffy giggled as Spike blew a raspberry on her neck and then licked her from collarbone to chin. 

“Love you, Slayer.” He kissed the tip of her nose, the innocence of the gesture belying the fact that his fingers were busy inside her. Slowly moving in and out of her tight channel, her arousal slickened his fingers and hand as he pumped in and out of her. Both of them gasped and kissed each other with deep wet succulent kisses that lingered on the edge of bliss. 

“Love…oh—you too.” Buffy’s head dropped back and her mouth parted, her lips wet and swollen from his kisses. Her hips undulated on his dextrous fingers. “Please, no more teasing – foreplay is all of the good but I need you inside me now or I’ll die.” 

Spike shook his head at her impatience and pulled his hand reluctantly from her soft channel, lingering on her swollen clit for a cheeky tweak. His lust-filled eyes focused on her body as she shivered through a mini orgasm. “Lie back down, sweets.” His hands ran over her heaving chest, teasing her nipples with firm pinches and tugs.  He smirked as her body undulated as she sank backwards, her breasts pushed upwards as her back arched into his hands. Her sleek muscles rippling under her soft pale skin as she panted and moaned, her hands fisted in her tousled hair. 

Languidly, Buffy raised her arms and caressed his sharp angular features. “Come to me, Spike.” Her voice took on a sultry husky timber as her lavender eyes watched his every move. Spike stood and kicked off his boots and jeans that were bunched around his ankles. He shrugged off the remains of his torn t-shirt and stood above her recumbent form. The pale moonlight shone in from the shattered windows above the two lovers, painting his lean muscled form with silvery fingers, illuminating his torso to her appreciative eyes. She purred approvingly at the image of his body limned in light and her eyes lingered on his jutting cock that curved up to his toned stomach. Smiling up at his she curled a finger at him and beckoned him down to her. 

He sank down to his knee between her open legs and ran his hands up the soft quivering skin, gently nudging them further apart. “Spike.” Buffy reached up and curved her hands over his shoulder, soothing the tension in them and gently urging him to sink into her. Spike slowly lowered himself onto her willing body, his cock sliding up and nestling against her engorged clit.  Her slick lips clung to his length as he slowly moved his hips up and down, savouring her wetness. 

Buffy huffed angrily against his neck and then growled in his ear before giving it a languid lick, her fangs nibbling on his lobe. Spike purred and pressed his hips down, his cock slipping into her welcoming depths in a smooth move. They both moaned against each other’s open mouths before sealing their union with a deep kiss. Buffy’s hands flexed on his shoulders, her excitement peaking as she knew that the culmination of this evening would be their marking of each other. 

Slowly his hips began to move in the age-old dance of all lovers. The still night air was filled with their moans and groans as their bodies took over and began to guide them to that peak where nirvana was reached. Buffy’s anticipation increased for the culmination of their lovemaking. She was ready for his bite; the one that would mark her as his and the mark she would place on his pale throat would declare him to all that saw it as her mate. 

“Love you, Spike…I’m nearly – oh, there.” 

Their body became a blur as the rocked against each other, their arms tightening as the tempo of their lovemaking increased. Spike’s human features shifted as his fangs and ridges appeared. The intensity of the moment overwhelming his thinly contained self control. His hand slipped between their frantically twisting bodies, seeking her nub, determined to tip her over at the same time as he tumbled over the edge into paradise. 

Buffy squeaked as he twisted her clit and her body shook around him. “Gah…” Her inner walls fluttered about his aching cock and Spike groaned as she began to come. She angled her head ready to bite him. She was worried as she had only the vaguest ideas of what to do from books and whispers. She’d never heard of mating until she’d been turned and realised that Drac had taken all three of his ho’s as mates, She had wondered if he was just being the grandstanding ass that he is with the ‘ooohhh, they are mine for all eternity, joust like you will be, sweet Slayer-Childe of mine’. Until then she’d thought that mating between vampires was something from badly written pulp fiction vamp novels and Anne Rice theories. She was still unsure of it, but figured even if there were no mystical union, shared thoughts or enhanced powers, at least they would bear each other’s permanent fang marks. 

Spike reared his head back, ready to strike and then suddenly, he wavered. His thoughts were filling in his head as they both roared in unison and tumbled into bliss. He jerked his throat away from Buffy’s questing fangs with a gasp of realisation. He wanted more than a scar, he wanted it all.  He smiled down at the hurt and confusion in her sweet eyes and brushed a chaste kiss on her forehead and then changed her entire world with three softly whispered little words. Ones she had never dreamt of hearing once she had been called as a Slayer and had left all her childish dreams and hopes behind as her life was inextricably intertwined with the dark. 

“Marry me, Buffy?”

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