This
was originally my Spuffyverse twist for ‘The Body’ but I have decided to
take the story further hence the re-titling. The title is taken from the
‘Clash on Broadway’ album.
Post
The Body - AU from here on. A Spuffy fic with more than a little angst to start
off and a few twists and turns that you might not expect. Glory is around and
still searching for her Key, but there have been some changes and things are
about to get dangerous for Buffy and Spike as well as the rest of Sunnydale as a
new player steps up to the plate.
NC17
– well it will be once I get my teeth into it.
Disclaimer:
Don’t own any of the characters and am only playing with them.
Chapter 4
"This
sucks."
"What,
the waiting?" Spike rolled onto his side and looked up at the petulant
beauty that stood above him with her hands planted on her hips. His heart leapt
at the teasing twinkle in her eyes and he smiled at her. In the last week since
reading the stupid article in the Enquirer, she’d undergone a transformation.
Her honey blonde hair was back and she’d taken to sunning herself daily,
slowly regaining her bronzed tan.
She
had also taken to nagging him about his contact and whether there was any
information. He knew that it
wasn’t that she wanted to return to the Hellmouth. She’d announced that in
not uncertain terms as she rode him into submission the first night. She was
home and all she had wanted to do was leave no loose ends. Her whispered promise
of forever against his panting mouth had filled him with warmth and security. He
understood the reasons for them having to return to Sunnydale and accepted that
if it were necessary, then they would be a united front against enemies and
friends. They would kill the scum that had taken Dawn from them and leave
without a backward glance. So her demands for information never worried him,
they were just an extension of her slayer needing action and nothing more.
"Yeah."
Buffy
stared down at her lover, a mixture of lust and poutiness on her face. As much
as she didn’t want to return to Sunnydale, to the scene of where her family
had been ripped from her, she knew deep down that she had a responsibility to
ensure that the monster that had taken Dawn from her was truly dead. The article
in the Enquirer had freaked her out; they had both seen the vamp dust, so
reports of green-eyed monsters in her old hometown were not of the good in her
book. If the journalist was right, then she had to go back and destroy the
vampire, otherwise she would lose the newfound peace of mind that she and Spike
had achieved here in their new home.
"Well,
we both agreed that it was best to if we sussed out the situ in Sunnyhell before
we headed off back there and find out that we're not needed." Spike flopped
onto his back and checked the angle of the sun. He glanced up at the awning he'd
fitted a week ago and nodded, it had been a good idea. His golden minx had
turned pale in her determination to stay with him, this way they had the best of
both worlds he could loll around on the veranda and she could get some sun on
her pale body. He eyed her now, the gold hued vision in front of him and sighed.
She was a vision of sun bronzed skin and slender curves. The gaunt look
she had worn had slowly dissipated as he fed her up on cakes and any fattening
food he could slip into her mouth.
“Yeah
yeah, I know, but the waiting is driving me nuts.
What did your poker buddy say last time you called?”
“Nothing
much, luv, you know that. You were
standing right next to me to be earwigging the entire convo.”
Buffy
flopped down on the sunlounger and prodded his supine form with a pointy finger.
“Call him again,” she demanded.
“Bossy
bint, would think you wanna get back to the stink-hole right sharpish the way
you’re acting,” Spike grumbled, capturing insistent finger and slipped it
into his mouth. His pupils dilated at the taste of her sun warmed finger as his
cool tongue wrapped around the succulent digit and suckled on it.
“Spike,
quit with the sexy distractions!” Buffy moaned as he began to nibble her
wrist, his fingers gently holding her hand as he lathed her pulse point,
watching carefully as she swayed under his sensuous assault.
Spike
trailed his tongue up her arm, pressing alternating kisses and nips as he
reached her inner elbow and the with a purr, sank his fangs into her soft skin
and supped at her blood briefly before moving onwards and upwards to her
shoulders and throat. He chuckled at her gasp of pleasure at the stinging
sensation of his incisors piercing her willing skin. He glanced up at her face
and their gazes locked as he brushed a kiss over her shoulder.
“Spike…Hellmouthy
stuff, call buddy…ohhh yes,” she hissed as he nipped at her collarbone and
then soothed the reddened area with his tongue.
He
chuckled at how easy she was when he got a bit nibbly near her throat, then sat
up and captured her face in his hands. Spike stared down at her face, his
fingers curled into her damp hair and tugged her towards his waiting lips.
“Kiss me, love,” he murmured as she parted her lips with a soft sigh. She
leaned forward and caught his bloodstained lips with hers. Her tongue traced
around the firm edges, dipping in and out of his panting mouth as she teased
him. Her hands lay on his torso, fingernails scraping his pecs and kneading the
firm muscles that rippled with every kittenish touch.
Spike
sighed and let her pink tongue slip back into his mouth to toy with his fangs.
His hands slipped from her face and curved around her slender back, searching
for the ties of her pale green bikini. He
tugged them loose in seconds and let her full breasts drop into his waiting
hands.
“Hmmm,
maybe we should take this inside?” she suggested in a husky whimper.
“Don’t wanna freak out the neighbours,” Buffy whispered against his
pouting swollen lips as she covered his squeezing hands with hers.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Love
you all warm from the sun,” Spike murmured against her back as he ran his
tongue down her spine, tasting the salty tang of her skin. His hands were busy
on her side, dipping around and under her wriggling body and teasing her nipples
with his fingers. Buffy grunted and buried her face in the pillow.
She rocked her hips against the mattress when Spike pinched her aching
peaks into hard points, his fingers unrelenting as they teased and tormented her
breasts.
“Spiiike,”
she wailed into the cotton cover and spread her legs as wide as she could,
trying to entice his mouth downwards.
Spike
sat up between her spread legs and gently smacked her undulating backside.
He grinned as she groaned and watched her skin redden under the skimpy
fabric that was stretched over her peach-shaped bottom. “Minx, wait until I am
done.” He pressed the palm of his right hand down in the small of her back and
watched as she wriggled around, trying to ease her burgeoning excitement. Her
hands reached blindly behind her trying to reach him, to entice him into
touching her in all the right places.
“Oh
please, Spike. I need more. I need you—” She moaned and wriggled some more,
hoping to tease him into pulling off her soaked bikini bottoms and sinking into
her saturated depths. She’d had enough foreplay and wanted to get to the main
course. Her desperation made her
whine into the pillow and press her palms flat on the mattress to try and push
up.
“Oi.”
Spike smacked her again on the backside. “All in good time!
I think we’re going to have to deal with this naughtiness.”
Buffy
nodded frantically, “yes we do, we really do!” and arched her back, pushing
her hips up as high as she could in her face down position. Hoping that the
scent of her would overwhelm his defences and Spike would pound her into the
mattress. She curled her legs around his thighs as he knelt up, and tried to
wriggle backwards until her pussy was pressed against one of his knees, but his
firm hand on her back kept her still.
“Right,
that’s it,” Spike grumbled and before she could move he was over her in a
flash. There was a clinking sound as he rummaged along the wrought iron
headboard searching for something. Buffy turned her head and tried to catch his
eye, but his torso was over her hand and she couldn’t see anything but
rippling abs. “There we go.” With that Buffy felt his hand grab her wrists
and pull them over her head.
Snap…
“Hey!
No fair. It was supposed to be your
turn the next time we played bondage fun.” Buffy yelped as the familiar cool
grip of their handcuffs tightened around her slender wrists, anchoring her to
the headboard.
“Told
you to be a good girl,” Spike chuckled as he ran his fingers lightly down her
stretched arms and tickled her at the armpits. He watched as she lurched from
side to side, trying to evade his merciless teasing. His hands then continued
down her silky sides and tickled the edges of her breasts before moving to her
slightly reddened bottom, two pink handprints from where he had smacked her
contrasting with the bronze of her skin. It had been pure chance running into
the drunken surgeon who had been in hiding in the small village down the coast
from them. He had escaped the Initiative when Buffy and the others had stormed
it and destroyed Adam and had been on the run ever since. It had taken a handful
of cash and a mild threat from Buffy, but the doctor had caved and taken out the
chip. Spike had been unleashed and yet had been a good puppy ever since—for
love.
He’d
never abused the trust that the she’d given him.
His demon was content with the Slayer and bided by her rules. No biting
the innocents of the world and he had acquiesced without hesitation. Perfect!
Spike rubbed the reddened areas and smirked as she squeaked and groaned. He had
never expected to be freed from the chip and then had also never considered the
reasons why he’d lost interest in draining mortals for food. Instead, he
continued to bag it and the vixen that was splayed before him occasionally
supplemented his diet during their love play. Her blood satiated anything his
demon ever wanted from its victims.
“Sweet
morsel, I could eat you all up,” Spike purred as his hand settled on her inner
thighs and flexed, bruising her soft skin with his grip. It was the one thing
above all others he appreciated, to be able to make love to her with everything
he was and not worry about being zapped in the noggin.
She
felt her blood rush to her core, her labia swelling in excitement and her clit
tightening and hardening in anticipation of his talented attentions. She let her
thighs drop apart and curved her back cat-like, offering herself to him. Spike
stared down at the soaked gusset of her bikini, his mouth watering in
anticipation of her hidden secrets that were coated in her juices. He ran a
finger along the edge of the green cotton; he slid a finger under the flimsy
material and ran it along her slit. Buffy
was delirious with need, his tormenting of her was driving her insane. Her brain
shut down and her body became a conductor of all her sexual energies and she
panted as Spike’s finger teased around her inner lips.
Deciding
that he wanted to see all of her, Spike hooked his finger into the wet fabric
and ripped it off. “Ow,” Buffy squeaked and then realised that finally
he’d revealed her cleft to his hungry gaze. She licked her lips and waited to
see what her vampire had planned for her. She loved it when he cuffed her to the
headboard—even though he knew she could easily pull free, but trusting her to
let him play and surrendering herself to his control. She grinned wickedly,
remembering all the times he trusted her and let her chain him down and explore
his willing body.
“So
pretty and wet, all for me?” Spike asked as he sank down and brushed a kiss
over her smooth nether lips. She’d
surprised him with the waxed smoothness the other day and he adored it. They
were baby soft and anointed with her fragrant excitement. He slipped his hands
under her and used his thumbs to spread her lips and expose her to his eyes and
mouth. He pursed his lips and blew a cool stream of air over her clenching
opening and then bent forward and caught her clit in his teeth, tugging gently.
Keeping
her in a state of arousal by combining pain and pleasure with expert finesse,
Spike played her body until it vibrated with uncontained passion. He watched as
her clit darkened with blood and began to twitch in anticipation of his lips. He
chuckled and then let his thumbs move downwards, pressing on either side of her
nub and began to torment her with the pressure. His mouth was busy on her
backside, biting and licking the soft mounts before dipping down between her
willing thighs. With unerring
accuracy he latched onto her clit and bit it hard. His hands keep her writhing
form still. Buffy’s wrists reddened as she twisted her hands and strained her
whole body under his relentless onslaught.
“Taste
like peaches and cream, love, can’t get enough of you.” He growled and
vamped out, his fangs nicking her swollen labia and letting minute drops of
blood mingle with her juice. Buffy shrieked. Her hips rocked as he thrust his tongue into her and began to
wriggle it deep inside her tight passage. Pushing her over the edge, she raised
her head from the pillow and screamed out her orgasm with a long animalistic
moan. Her hips rocked her quim against his devouring mouth, drawing out her
bliss for as long as she could, silently thanking god that he didn’t need to
breath.
“Spike,
I need you inside me now, please.” She managed to lever herself onto her knees
and looked over her shoulder, her face flushed with spent arousal. Her hazel
eyes were begging for more as she spread her legs and let his dazed eyes alight
on her dew and blood-slicked cleft. Spike gulped at the sight of her quivering
inner thighs and her dew soaked skin. All he could smell was her and he wanted
more, he wanted his cock sheathed inside her as she screamed and moaned. He
wanted her muscles to squeeze him until he popped and howled out his love for
her.
“Bloody
siren, you are,” he muttered as he rose to his knees behind her. Buffy
giggled, braced her legs far apart and wriggled her hips from side to side to
tease him some more. Her neglected breasts swung freely and her nipples crinkled
tight. Spike placed a steadying hand on her hip, the other hand idly pumping his
cock. He was aching to be inside her scorching hot satiny depths, churning her
juices with his hardness. All his being screamed at him to stop the teasing but
the demon inside him wanted to draw out the fun.
“Good
things come to those who wait,” he growled and then curved his body over her
sweating back. His hand reaching under her and sighing in contentment when her
needy breasts dropped into his palms. He kissed the nape of her neck as his cock
nestled against her heated core, the blunt head of it pressing into the cleft of
her backside as he rocked his hips back and forth. The base of his cock pressing
up against her nub sent shocks of electricity from her clit to her womb and then
up to her swollen breasts. He tugged hard on her nipples and then twisted them
gently with his dextrous fingers. The pale skin surrounding her rosy nipples was
beginning to flush a deep red from her excitement and the pain his fingers were
creating. Spike’s ravenous mouth was busy on her sweating neck, sucking hard
and bruising her. Fangs scraped red lines and then soothed them with his tongue.
Buffy gritted her teeth and let her head drop down as she slowly climbed back up
to nirvana. Her body was flushed red under the bronze tan and sweat, coating
them both as her side heaved with each breath.
Buffy
panted and moaned as she writhed against his cock, desperate for him to slip
inside her. Little grunts escaped her open mouth as her arms quivered under the
strain of holding them both up. The handcuffs dug into her wrists, reddening
them as her fingers gripped the headboard. She squealed as Spike muttered all
manner of erotic nasties in her ear and tormented her over sensitised nipples.
“I need more…”
“I
know love. I know,” Spike hissed as he dipped his hips and finally sank into
her willing depths with a groan. He felt her slick sheath stretch and strain as
his cock opened her up. Shifting
his hips from side to side, he pressed reverent kisses all along her neck before
sinking his fangs into her throat.
They
both moaned as their bodies finally succumbed to the inevitable. Buffy screamed
as her vampire drank from her, his cock pumping his semen into her waiting body.
Spike moaned as he drew her intoxicating blood into his mouth, hips jerking
against hers as her channel milked his cock dry.
“Bloody
well love you…you ravenous minx.”
Before
she could reply, her arms gave out and they both dropped to the mattress with a
grunt, his soft cock secure and resting in her channel as their combined juices
seeped out of her. She tilted her head as best could and brushed a kiss on his
sharp cheekbone. She took a breath to declare her love and the phone rang,
breaking their idyll. A sense of foreboding hit as she watched Spike reach for
the phone. She just knew their
quiet life was going to be thrown into a flux and they would only survive if the
two of them relied on each other.
It was time for them to return to the Hellmouth.