Valentine Olympics
by Randy Sex Kitten and Schehrezade
Disclaimer:
All characters herein are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. We know
that and accept that. Really, we do, we just love playing with Spike, no matter
how we can get him…
Rating:
NC-17
A/N:
The song used in this fic is ‘Whore Baby’ by Jezebel Red. You want to hear
it yourself? Go here: http://www.jezebelred.com/
I like the live version. The sexy voice you are hearing? Our own
Nautibitz, who gave us permission to use her lyrics in this fic. Thanks, Nauti!
Feedback:
C’mon, feed our addiction. You know you want to…
Spike
stood staring at his opponent. He tried to suppress a growl as he closely
watched every move it made, feeling hemmed in and desperate for backup. This was
one battle his had to fight himself, his mate couldn’t back him up… not this
time. This was a rite of passage for the vampire. He glanced desperately over
his shoulder and the growl he had been trying to suppress escaped as he saw the
expression on his friend’s face. Xander stood behind him, eyes wild, laughing
so hard that he was gasping for breath.
“Bloody
Whelp is enjoying this way too much,” Spike muttered as he flinched away from
the red taloned hand that was reaching for him. ‘I’m a master vampire,
damn it!’ He shifted his weight so his body was centered between his feet
and straightened his shoulders. Spike eyed the exits and was contemplating a
step backwards only to be stopped by the firm, calloused hand pushing him
forward.
"Come on, man, we need to get this sorted and eat."
"I know!" Spike snarled at the young brunette. The vampire eyed the
amiable construction worker. He still was amazed that they had made the leap
from enemies to close friends so quickly.
'Okay,
so I saved demon girl from that bunch of Chirago demons...now that was fun.' Spike
sighed happily at the memory of ripping the arm off one of the demons and
pounding the others to paste, while Anya stood behind him, angrily yelling and
screaming curses in at least seven different demonic languages. She had been
walking from the shop to meet the whelp when the hulking demons had appeared and
attacked. Spike had managed to get between her and the demons before anything
nasty had happened.
After he had walked the girl to the Java Shop, Spike had headed off towards home
without another thought, back to his mate of six days. It wasn’t until the
next day in the Magic Box when Xander had pulled the resisting vampire into a
firm embrace and thanked him, that Spike realized the primary obstacle in his
and Buffy's relationship had been defeated. At that moment, the two male
Scoobies began a tentative friendship that had rapidly evolved into the easy
camaraderie they now shared as a self-defense against all the estrogen that
surrounded them.
"Look, Spike, if I can do then so can you," Xander's voice broke
through the vampire's reverie and brought his attention back to situation at
hand.
Spike glared at his grinning companion and his shoulders slumped. He turned back
to the shopkeeper who was waiting patiently for him to decide. She smiled
encouragingly. "I need to get something red in this size." Spike
pulled a scrap of black lace out of his duster pocket and hesitantly pushed it
over the counter. Without looking at Xander he muttered, "Not a word of
this or I'll break your
The
"Just pick something so we can get outta here!” Xander hissed at the
blond next to him. "I already got Anya's, how hard can it be?" Xander
held up his hands and shook his head. "No! Don't answer that. Yeesh!
You’d think by now I'd know better!" Xander shook his head and grinned.
"Right. I'll take this one and that one over there." Spike pointed at
several items. "Can you gift wrap ‘em?"
"Certainly sir, will that be cash or charge?"
"Cash." Spike pulled out a wad of notes and began counting them off.
The two men stepped out of the shop, visibly relieved. Spike shifted all his
bags into one hand and tried to disguise the pick tulle bag by shoving it into
one of the others he was carrying.
"So, you all done?" Xander asked as they headed towards the food
court.
"Yeah, just about. One more thing to get tonight and I've got everything
for my girl." Spike ignored the questioning look on Xander’s face.
"No mate, not telling. This one is private." Spike's hand twitched as
he reached for the cigarettes, the no smoking signs plastered all over the walls
having no effect on the vampire. Xander’s open handed slap to the back of his
head did, though, and he dropped his lit cigarette to the floor, crushing it
under his heavy boot.
*****
Buffy glared at grease covered man standing in front of her.
"So that's everything? Just cos I don't know what goes were doesn't mean my
mat… boyfriend doesn't!" She rolled her eyes at Dawn who stood sniggering
next to her. "Hey stop it, Guttermind." Buffy tried not to grin at her
sister's smiling face. It was good to see Dawnie so happy. They had both been
much more contented since Buffy and Spike had gotten together.
"Miss, that's everything you need. Trust me, it'll all bring a smile to
your partner's face. Hell, if I got this from my wife for Valentine’s, I'd be
grinning until the 4th of July."
Buffy nodded. "Okay, I'll take it all. Umm... Can you box it up?"
"Sure, no problem." The man disappeared into the bay and the two girls
could hear him clattering around as he packed up Spike's presents.
"Man, Spike is gonna wig out! He'll love it, Buff." Dawn snapped her
gum as she leant against the counter.
"I know! It's like the best thing ever." Buffy smiled excitedly as she
took he large box from the salesman and handed over her credit card, silently
thanking her father and the Council of Watchers for coming through for her. The
huge retroactive salary she was paid and the monthly checks from her MIA dad
gave Buffy more than enough money to never have to worry again.
Of
course, she really had no need for the money since her mate had paid off every
debt she had the day after they got together. She smiled as she remembered his
words. “You and the Bit belong to me now and I take care of what’s mine.”
She had been shocked at the amount of cash he had been able to produce on
demand. Her comment about his ease of procurement resulted in his chiding her.
“I’m over a hundred years old, luv. Aren’t long-term investments are a
wonderful thing?”
Returning to the present, Buffy turned to her sister and chewed her lower lip
worriedly. "So you okay with me and Spike disappearing for the
weekend?"
The teen tossed her long hair over her shoulder and nodded. "Sure! It's
gonna be a blast! Janice is coming over we're going to drink beer and
party!" Dawn smirked at the look of shock on her older sister's face.
"Kidding! Come on Buffy! It's not like I can do anything at Giles’,
especially with
'God she getting more and more like Spike everyday. That smirk!' Buffy
reached over with her free hand and hugged her much taller sibling to her side.
"You know I love you, right?"
Dawn wriggled out of her sister's arm and checked around to make sure no one had
seen them. "Yes, I know, but less with the public displays! Save them for
Spike!" As the man returned and began placing all of Buffy’s packages
into the trunk, Dawn wandered over to the car and got in.
******
"So Clem, you sure this is the right place?" Spike asked his
loose-skinned friend as they stood outside the dingy house.
"Yeah it's the best place for the kinda stuff you're looking for. Also,
these guys are 100% trustworthy." Clem pushed Spike forward. "You sure
you wanna do this? I mean it's huge and you you're a vamp and she’s, well,
she's…"
"It's okay, mate. I know what I'm doing." Spike patted his anxious
friend on
the shoulder. Taking a deep, unneeded breath, he knocked on the door.
As it swung open, the vampire stepped in, sealing his fate forever.
******
Over
an hour later, Spike reappeared, patting his pocket and smiling at an unhappy
looking Clem.
“What
took so long? I’m starving!” Clem’s whine grated the vampire’s
oversensitive ears.
“Those
bints are the noisiest things on the planet!” Spike shook his head sharply at
Clem’s question. “What do you mean, ‘what took so long?’ I popped in and
out! Wasn’t more than five or ten minutes.” He looked at Clem questioningly.
“You’ve
been in there for over an hour, Spike! What happened? Are you ok?” The gentle
demon’s wrinkled faced puckered even more with concern for his friend.
Spike
shrugged. “Had no idea it took so long. Can’t tell you what happened, you
know that.”
Clem
patted the vampire’s arm. “I know. Did it work out ok, though?”
Spike
lit a cigarette and smirked. “Oh yeah. She’ll never know what hit her.”
With
that, the two demons walked off into the night.
*****
Buffy
ran the black tip of her blood red fingernail across the bridge of her mate’s
nose. The vampire snuffled sleepily and turned over, attempting to get away from
the tickling touch. Buffy adjusted her attack, running her fingers across the
broad expanse of back that had been exposed to her, tickling ribs as she went.
Spike howled and jumped from the bed. He glared at his golden girl, growling at
her laughter. He looked puzzled, which only made Buffy laugh harder.
“What?”
he roared.
Buffy
pointed at his feet. “You look too cute! Mismatched socks and in your game
face!”
Spike
looked down at his feet then growled playfully at his mate. His golden eyes
sparkled at the image Buffy made, laughing joyfully in the middle of their bed.
Suddenly, his head dropped as he looked through his eyelashes at his prey. He
pounced unexpectedly, eliciting a shriek from Buffy and a yell from Dawn as she
banged on the wall connecting their rooms. “Knock it OFF! It’s only
Spike
shouted back at the offending wall. “This is my house and I will shag my mate
if I want!”
“Yeah!
Well, I’m glad I’m sleeping at Giles’ tonight so that I can miss the
Valentine’s Sex Olympics!” Dawn’s door slammed and they could hear her
thunder down the stairs.
“How
can such a Little Bit be so loud?” Spike furrowed his brow as he contemplated
Dawn.
“She
gets it from you,” Buffy retorted.
Spike
glanced at the body beneath him to see that his beautiful girl was fully
dressed, makeup and all. “Hey, it’s Valentine’s Day and you’re not
naked. Why aren’t you naked?” He pouted at his mate as he slyly slid an arm
under her shirt to pinch a nipple. Buffy wiggled out his grasp, her nipples
pebbling at the attention.
“Stop
Spike! We have to go. Something has come up.” Spike sneered at this statement,
crawling across the bed towards his blushing partner.
“Not
that!” Buffy exclaimed, pointing at the obvious erection that Spike was
sporting.
Spike
immediately jumped up from the bed and threw on his black jeans. He struggled to
pull the zipper up over his painfully erect cock. “Slayer stuff? I’m ready.
What else do we need? Stakes, axe, sword…”
Buffy
pulled his shirt from around his neck where it hung inside out. “Not slayer
stuff, Buffy stuff. I need your help.”
Spike
stopped immediately and looked lustfully at Buffy. “I was helping with the
Buffy stuff. Now c’mere.” He reached for her, swiftly removing her shirt
while pulling her against his chest.
“Spike!”
Buffy began to pant as Spike laved her nipples with his rough tongue. He had
discovered early in their relationship that her nipples responded best to his
vamped visage. He ran his tongue up to his claim mark, drawing his fangs lightly
across the scar, causing Buffy to pant and beg.
“Please,
please, Spike, please!” Buffy trailed off as her breathing became more
erratic.
Spike
moved back and smiled, his blue eyes glowing with mischief. “Yes, Slayer? Did
you need something? Oh yeah, you needed me to do something. Well, I’ll meet
you downstairs.” He pulled his shirt from Buffy’s tight grip and tore down
the stairs before she could stop him.
“Argh!”
The Slayer’s frustrated scream woke the dogs two doors down and the
neighborhood erupted with the baying of three full-grown basset hounds.
*****
When
Buffy came downstairs, she found her sister and her mate sharing a bowl of
cereal in front of the TV. “That’s gross. The least you could do is use two
spoons.” Dawn and Spike looked at her like she was a nut, stuck out their
tongues in perfect synchronicity then returned to their cereal and cartoons,
Spike slurping a bite off of the spoon before offering it to his sister.
“You
are both children.” Buffy rolled her eyes, then winked at her family before
heading to the kitchen to grab her own breakfast and the basket that she had
prepared the night before.
She
wandered back into the living room. “Spike, you’d better hurry up, we’re
leaving in 5.” She plopped down next to Dawn and grabbed the remote, flipping
through the channels. “I want you all to myself. However, after watching you
two eat…” She got up from her position on the couch and threw the remote
back to her sister who caught it and immediately returned the TV to it’s
previous channel.
Buffy
wandered towards the stairs, a curious vampire close on her tail.
“All
to yourself, pet?” Spike asked.
“Yep,
all day… and all night, if you’re good.” Buffy turned and wrapped her arms
around her lover, grabbing his jean-clad butt.
“I
can be good,” Spike murmured huskily, dragging his fingers across her back,
trying to pull her closer to his body.
Buffy
smirked at his reaction to her teasing. “Yeah, you can. But I like it better
when you’re bad.” Leaning forward, she bit hard into her claim mark,
growling possessively. Spike reaction was immediate, as was Dawn’s.
“Go
to your room! I am trying to watch cartoons, not pay-per-view porn!”
Buffy
peered over Spike’s shoulder as she supported her limp mate. “Nah. That’s
ok. We can wait.”
Dawn
snorted.
“What?
We can wait, see?” Buffy stepped away from Spike who immediately dropped to
the floor.
“Spike,
get ready, we’re going.”
“Yes,
ma’am.” Spike saluted Buffy and lurched to his feet. He stumbled up the
steps, walking uncomfortably in his now wet pants.
The
two sisters could hear banging and muffled curses coming from the master
bedroom. They gave the patented Summers’ eye roll as they listened to
Spike’s antics.
“Hey,
don’t forget to tell Giles not to go to Restfield tonight, ok?” Buffy
reminded her sister, which earned yet another eye roll.
“I
know, Buffy. You think I want to be within five miles of that crypt after he
sees what you’ve done?” With a snort, Dawn cocked her head at the sound of
heavy Doc Martins thumping across the ceiling and flew up the stairs to help
Spike gather his presents together.
Buffy
sighed. She had looked everywhere for her presents from Spike over this past
week. They had agreed several weeks ago to not use their bond over the seven
days preceding Valentine’s Day to allow each of them the opportunity to
surprise the other. She ached at the feeling of loss that the temporary closing
the bond had caused.
She
knew Spike felt the same, not only had he told her over and over that he missed
it, but he had touched her even more than he usually did and had begged her to
open the bond just a bit. She’d refused, holding firm against his pleas, just
as he had asked her to do at the time of their agreement, knowing full well that
he would break first. The past week had been difficult for them both, but she
knew the payoff would be coming very soon.
A
thump upstairs reminded her of her presents. She now understood why she hadn’t
been able to find them; Dawn had helped the peroxided pest hide them. Buffy
grinned at the image of her two favorite people crawling around, trying to
maintain the secrecy of her gifts. Keeping a secret is the one thing that Dawn
excelled at.
A
door slammed above her and what sounded like a herd of buffalo thundered down
the stairs to light in front of her.
“Ready,
ma’am!” Twin voices shouted in her face.
Another
salute and both Dawn and Spike were out the door, a bag under each duster-clad
arm and a beach umbrella clutched in a small fist, hovering over their heads.
Spike
looked up at the purple monstrosity as they were running to the Ford he had
rented and sighed. “Did you have to pick purple, Bit? I have no dignity left
as it is!”
“I
like purple. Besides, you picked the color of the Expedition, Who ever heard of
black leather seats?” Spike looked over at the shell of his beloved DeSoto
sitting further up the driveway and tried not to pout.
“Yeah,
well, I like black.” Dawn noticed his pout and kissed him on the cheek.
“I
know you do, Spike.” They tumbled into the car, trying to fit themselves, the
umbrella and the bags all in the same door of the SUV at the same time.
Buffy
wandered out the front door, clutching her basket to her chest as she turned her
key in the lock. “I’m married to my little sister’s best friend.” A
smile lit her face at the thought and she skipped to the car to join the pair
who were now fighting over what music should be played on the way to Giles’. A
boy band CD flew past her head as she jumped into the passenger seat. Spike
peeled away from the curb as soon as her door was shut, protecting the three
basset hounds from Dawn’s squeal of disgust and Spike’s manly shriek as his
hair was yanked out from the roots.
Buffy
eyes the distance from the car to the crypt door doubtfully. “Can’t you get
any closer? I don’t want a crispy mate.”
“Sweets,
I was lucky to get this close in this tank. Why the hell did we get something so
big anyway?” Spike reached into his pocket for a cigarette, lighting it
without thinking.
“Put
that out! I am not paying to clean the stench from the leather! And we rented
this because you told me that you wouldn’t teach me how to drive unless I was
surrounded by ten tons of metal. This was as close as I could get. Besides, it
was the only thing on the lot with UV protection on all of the windows. Now, you
stay here. I’m going to go open the door so that you can run in. Got your
parasol?” Buffy grinned at her furious mate as she slipped out the door.
“Ha,
bloody, ha, luv.” He grabbed his bag and the purple umbrella then slid into
Buffy’s seat, preparing to run for the entrance to his former residence.
While
he was waiting for the all clear from his mate, he thought back to the whelp’s
reaction to his offer to teach the Slayer how to drive. Xander had widened his
eyes in shock and replied, “Well, I’d say you had a death wish, but you’re
already dead!” After 3 lessons, Spike was beginning to agree with that
assessment.
Buffy
hurriedly looked around the crypt to insure that nothing had been disturbed. She
turned and hollered out the door, “OK, Spike!” A smoky blur flew past her
and into the cool darkness of the crypt. Spike was closing the umbrella when he
slid on the rose petals that littered the floor and fell onto his face.
“Soddin’
hell! Where are my vamp reflexes when I need them?” He shoved the purple vinyl
off his head and rose to his knees. He took an unneeded breath as he looked
around the crypt, his eyes filled with delight and wonder.
“Pet,
what happened to my crypt?” Buffy shrugged, trying to contain her excitement.
“You
like?” She smiled shyly at her vampire lover.
Spike’s
nostrils were filled with the scent of crushed rose petals and incense. Burning
candles covered every flat surface. He glanced around, noting the red velvet
that lined the walls, glancing back at his mate as she moved across the room the
CD player set up on his old TV.
Buffy
pressed play on the player, the crypt filled with the sultry sounds of a
Buffy
pointed behind him, indicating that he should sit. He glanced back to find his
chair, covered with black velvet, right behind his knees. He fell gratefully
into the seat, overwhelmed by the fragrances and sounds filling the air around
him. He ran his hands over the soft fabric, wishing it were the soft curves of
his mate’s skin. He glanced up to find Buffy right in front of him.
Little lady
I’m only here to please
Soft and pretty
I’m Daddy’s little tease
I’ll be ready
For anything you want
I’m your plaything
I’ll be purring while you taunt
Buffy
smiled wickedly as the lyrics began to play. She swung her hips in time to the
sultry music emanating from CD player. She ran her hands over her slim waist,
tugging on the belt lops of her hip-hugging jeans before dropping her hands to
her thighs and leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Spike’s open mouth.
Unable
to resist his taste, she ran her tongue into his mouth and over the area
concealing his fangs. He pressed up unconsciously, trying to bring her closer to
him. She pushed him down into the seat and abruptly and unsatisfactorily ended
the kiss.
I never say no
I’ll be your Whore Baby
As
she pulled back she mouthed along with the song.
She
moved back, confident that she had his full attention. She ran her hands up over
her breasts, continuing to mouth the lyrics with the singer, drawing his
attention to her mouth by dragging her fingertips across her reddened lips.
Got my lipstick
In a garish shade of red
In the action
It’ll smear across the bed
You’ll be heady
With the smell of virgin girl
Sweet and sweaty
Nothing like it in the world
The
intimate tone of the singer’s voice, combined with Buffy’s erotic movements,
hardened Spike instantly. His eyes never left his mate as she continued to dance
for him.
Her
hand trailed down her neck, brushing over his claim mark, before traveling down
to her blouse. She began to pull the buttons loose, one at a time, her hips
continuing to sway to the beat of the song. When all the buttons had been
opened, Buffy leaned over, trailing her hair over Spike’s lap, offering him a
fleeting glimpse of the breasts. She placed her hands on the arms of the chair,
pulling herself up to drag her hair over her lover’s face.
I’ll be your Whore Baby
I never say no
I’ll be your Whore Baby
Spike
breathed in, happily inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. His hands rose in an
effort to touch the luscious body before him, but as soon as he moved, Buffy
quickly backed away. She danced across the floor, allowing her shirt to fall to
her wrists, the twin dragonflies appearing and disappearing under the waistband
of her jeans.
She
shook her hands abruptly and the shirt dropped to the floor. Looking over her
shoulder, she mouthed with the singer, “Whore Baby.” Spike flinched at the
look, barely restraining himself from flying out of the chair and grabbing his
mate. Instead, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, loosening the zipper of
his fly and releasing the pressure growing in his jeans. This action allowed the
head of his erection to pop out. Buffy licked her lips in anticipation.
As
the music broke, Buffy turned, allowing Spike to see the first of his presents.
The ruby jewels attached to the rings on her nipples flashed in the candlelight.
Spike’s erection finished unzipping his jeans as he eyed the newest additions
to Buffy’s body art. She danced closer, pulling one of the rings off and
tossing it to him. He pouted when he realized that they weren’t real piercings,
but decided to talk to her about it later. He pulled the nipple ring onto his
ear and leered at Buffy as her dance continued.
Whore Baby
Keep it coming
Whore Baby
Fill your tummy
Whore Baby
Never say no
Buffy,
still facing her leering lover, ran her hands over her bare breasts, pinching
the bare nipple, drawing a gasp from her own lungs. She dropped her hands lower,
tugging on the gold ring decorating her navel, then running her fingers under
the top of her jeans and down to Spike’s favorite tattoo.
Spike
groaned when he realized where her hand was. She knew that was his favorite
place to worship and that he hated anyone else to touch it, including her.
She
whispered, “Patience,” to her agitated mate, then drew her hands up to
slowly unbutton her jeans. She drew down the zipper, wiggling her hips and
screaming with the singer, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no!”
The
song, completely drowned out by her screams, seemed to stop as soon as she did.
She dropped her pants to the ground and looked up at Spike through her
eyelashes, continuing to mouth lines to the song.
She
turned her back to him, flipped her head down to peer at him from between her
legs.
She
flipped from that position to the floor, displaying her agility with a split
designed to drive her lover insane with lust.
Crawling
up to her knees, Buffy dropped her head into a submissive position, exposing her
neck, knowing that it would only inflame her partner more.
She
peered up at him with a smirk, a truly evil look that took his unneeded breath
away.
Jumping
to her feet, be began to thrust her hips in earnest, shouting the words to the
song, no longer caring if she was louder than the sultry voice in the recording.
I’ll be your Whore Baby
I never say no
I’ll be your Whore Baby
With
the last line of the chorus, Buffy’s lace panties flew towards Spike. He
caught them, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, drawing in the scent
of his love. He looked up to find Buffy lounging across the floor, looking lazy,
sexy and utterly fuckable. Her red mouth moved slowly with the last line of the
song.
As
the last line of the song faded away, Buffy found herself hauled off the floor
and dragged into the arms of her paramour. Spike moaned as he plundered her
mouth, his tongue seeking out her flavor and warmth. He allowed his fangs to
drop when he felt Buffy’s tongue probing the flaps protecting them.
No
foreplay was needed. Buffy was dripping moisture from her core as Spike pushed
her to the floor and thrust into her welcoming body. He pounded into her heat,
allowing his vampire visage to come out completely. Her tease had done its job
and he was barely in control of his own body, verging on the edge of his orgasm
after just a few short thrusts.
Buffy
panted below him, pressing herself up into his thrusts, seeking the friction she
needed to achieve bliss. She turned her head, offering her neck to her mate and
began to beg, “Please, please, oh, Spike, please, I need…”
Spike
leaned down and ran his fangs over Buffy’s sweaty neck. She shuddered at the
touch, moaning his name. She tied her fingers into his curls, pulling hard on
his head to encourage his bite. He gave one last lick to his mark then sank his
fangs into it, drawing deeply from his mate. They had refrained from blood play
over the last week, unsure if they could maintain bond silence while performing
such an intimate act. They both came furiously, screaming out their pleasure
before blacking out.
Buffy
shifted slightly under Spike’s lax form. The rose petals that she had
carefully scattered over the floor were now sticking to her sweat soaked back.
“Spike,
honey, get up. I can’t breathe,” Buffy whispered into his ear. Spike rolled
over, taking her with him. He groaned happily as his limp cock brushed against
her coarse curls.
“Better?”
he rumbled, as he pressed gentle kisses across her forehead.
“Yeah,
but I know somewhere even better,” she whispered.
“Better
than my arms?” Spike teased.
“No…Come
on, grab your stuff…Trust me?” Buffy stood and reached down for her mate.
Her ruby nipple ring twinkled as her breasts swayed. Spike watched its
movements, mesmerized. “Ok, then, I’ll leave you here,” Buffy teased
before disappearing down the access hole to the lower level.
Spike
grabbed the bag that Dawn had helped pack and crawled over to the hole, dropping
it to the floor below. He jumped down, curious to see what his goddess had done
to the bedroom. He landed with a soft thud on the Persian rugs he had scattered
over the floor.
Looking
up, he grinned at the fairy lights that hung from the walls. Red silk roses with
a single twinkling light at the center winked at him cheerily. Candles softly
flickered from every surface down here as well. The vampire stood fluidly and
grabbed his bag, walking further into the cavern, his fingers running up and
down his semi hard cock.
“Nice
décor pet,” Spike nodded to the lights and also over to the bed, which, had
been made up with black silk sheets. On the bedside table there was a bowl of
water with a bottle resting in it. He caught a glimpse of several other items
that peaked his interest.
The
lack of response his comment earned caused him to look around for his mate. He
turned to find her staring at the bag in his hand with undisguised interest. He
glanced down at the bag that he was shifting from one hand to the other and then
back up at Buffy. “I got some bits and bobs for you, pet.” Spike flushed
slightly and rubbed his free hand sheepishly over the back of his head. Reaching
for his mate, he pulled them both down to the silken rug covering the cool
floor.
“Here
we are, luv.” Spike pulled a small pink wrapped box from his bag. “These are
for you, although I’ll probably like them more.” He thrust the box into
Buffy’s hands, smirking slyly at her.
Buffy
gently removed the delicate wrapping, smiling at her mate throughout the
process. She could see the impatience in his eyes and enjoyed drawing out his
torture. She paused, earning a growl from her vampire. Smiling, she reached
back, pulling a small package from the rather impressive pile behind her.
Spike,
ripping the gift from her hands, tore into it ruthlessly, destroying the
packaging surrounding the spark plug that now sat in his palm. “A spark plug,
pet? Why am I holding a spark plug?” Spike’s genuine confusion led Buffy to
giggles.
Buffy
gently opened their bond, allowing Spike access to the image of a mechanic
standing in their yard in broad daylight, digging through the piles of DeSoto
parts. He looked at the mound of presents behind his girl, finally comprehending
what she had done. Tears of joy flooded his eyes as he caught the next image she
sent. Buffy, pressed against him in the front seat of the Desoto, music blaring
as they cruised down the interstate.
“Thank
you, Buffy. This means more to me than anything. Open yours now, luv.”
Buffy
returned to her partially unwrapped box, finally tearing into it to see what was
inside. “Oh Spike… you… Pig!”
“What?”
Spike did his best to appear offended. He was unable to maintain the façade
under the glare of his mate and began to laugh out loud as she removed the
scraps of lace with the tips of her fingers.
“What
in the hell were you thinking, Spike?” Buffy snarled as she threw the cupless
bra and matching crotchless panties at Spike.
In
an effort to do some damage control, Spike pulled the bra up to his own chest
and slipped his arms into the straps, modeling it. “Don’t you like this
pet?”
Buffy’s
anger fell away into laughter as she pulled the panties up his legs, bunching
them up around his knees.
“Actually,
that color does look really good on you.” At that comment, Spike launched
himself at his partner, tickling her unmercifully. Buffy retaliated, focusing
her energies on pulling the panties up Spike’s thighs without his knowledge.
When she succeeded, she grabbed his hands, stopping him from a renewed attack.
“Aw,
baby, you look so good!” She reached out and dragged his semi-hard cock
through the open crotch of the panties and then fled across the room, Spike
right on her tail. He grabbed her around her waist and lifted her, dragging the
struggling girl back to their spot on the rug, biting into her neck with blunt
teeth.
Releasing
his grip on her neck, he set her down and turned her by the shoulders to face
him. “Take them off.” Buffy shrieked with laughter at the serious expression
on his face. She reached down and pushed his fully erect penis back through the
opening and pulled the panties down his legs, tapping his feet to get him to
step out of them. Kneeling before him, she pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of
his cock. He dropped the bra to the ground then fell on top of her once again,
tickling and rolling them both around the floor.
When
they had calmed, he reached back into his bag and offered Buffy a pale envelope.
“Sorry,
pet, just a bit of fun. Here’s your real pressie.” Buffy took it with
shaking fingers, still panting from their impromptu wrestling match. Buffy slid
one elegantly manicured fingernail under the flap, silently thanking Julie for
the excellent job on her nails, wondering if Spike was ever going to notice her
toenails. She gently opened the envelope, finding two plane tickets inside.
“New
Orleans, Spike?” Buffy smiled. Spike knew that she had not been away from
Sunnydale since her mother had moved them there. Well… except for a few quick
trips to L.A. “An entire week in New Orleans! Wow, Spike! Wow!” She threw
herself at her mate, covering him in kisses. He pushed her back tenderly.
“There’s
more, luv.” Spike reached back into the bag.
Buffy
looked up from her tickets. “More than this?”
Spike
fumbled the small box in his hands, dropping it to the floor at her feet. The
sight of the silver railroad spikes painted on her red toenails made him pause
and smile. He looked up, feeling more confident. He kissed her gently on the
mouth, and then began to speak.
“Love
you, pet. You are my mate and my life. I have claimed you and am going to be
with you forever. You carry my mark on your neck, but…” His fingers brushed
over the mark as he spoke those words. “Most people who see it will not
realize its significance. However, they will recognize this.”
He
opened the velvet box in his hands. Buffy gasped at the sight of the ring
nestled in the rich black velvet. The ring was a statement in simple elegance.
The thin platinum band and one-carat, pear-shaped diamond glinted in the
candlelight.
“Buffy,
this is an Elven ring. I had it, and the matching bands, made especially for us.
They’re enchanted. Once these rings are put in place by your soul mate, they
cannot be removed. We will be able to sense each other no matter how far apart
we are.”
Buffy’s
smile widened as she grasped the implications. She lifted her left hand,
offering it to her mate. She wriggled her fingers enticingly at him. Spike
pulled out a second box, opening it and drawing out two matching platinum bands,
one slightly larger than the other. He handed the larger one to Buffy.
“Will
you marry me, Buffy?” His gaze never faltered from his mate’s beautiful
face.
“With
this ring, I thee wed…” Buffy whispered as she slid the band onto Spike’s
finger. He mirrored the action, sliding the band down her ring finger, before
adding the solitaire. He kissed her hand gently, gasping as a surge of heat
flashed through the band on his finger.
Buffy
looked at Spike, her eyes wide. He tugged gently on the rings he had just placed
on her fingers. They spun under his touch, but would not slide off. Buffy
twisted the ring she had placed on Spike’s hand, obtaining the same result. A
feeling of peace swept through their bodies, evoking a sense of complete
rightness.
“We
were meant to be.” Buffy’s whispered words burned Spike’s un-beating
heart.
Spike
grabbed his bride, swinging her into the air. “I love you!” Buffy was
dropped onto a convenient coffin and Spike stepped back to leer at his mate.
“How’s
a bloke supposed to be all romantic when you’re flashing your…”
“Spike!”
Buffy interrupted, flushing bright red as she looked around for something to
cover herself. She finally dropped her hands between her legs, her fingers
lingering for a moment as her clit jumped at the brief contact.
“Here
let me do that for you, luv.” Spike stepped over and fell to his knees. He
reached between her legs and brushed her fingers out of the way.
Spike
opened her legs to reveal her moist center. His eyes traced the soft folds,
which were slightly reddened from their previous activities, their mixed
spendings seeping out onto the dark Mahogany wood. Spike groaned at the sight.
Unable to resist, he reached over and arranged Buffy so that she faced him.
“Open up, pet…”
Buffy
stretched her legs as far apart as she could. She leaned back, reaching behind
her to grasp the coffin’s side as she arched her back.
“Perfect,”
Spike sighed happily. He reached out and spread her soaked lips and watched,
mesmerized, as a pearly drop of his cum oozed out. Without any preamble, he
leaned forward and covered Buffy’s opening with his mouth and sucked hard. His
eyes rolled back as the taste of his goddess filled his mouth. Underneath her
overpowering sweetness, he could taste himself as well. Spike groaned at the
blissful flavor.
“Oh…oh…God,
Spike…” Buffy panted. Her toes clenched as Spike’s tongue snaked into her
opening. Spike worked his dexterous muscle into her tight channel and slowly and
sensuously began to rotate it. His thumbs slid through her soft folds and
stopped on either side of her aching nubbin before pressing gently together.
“Oh,
Spike!” Buffy screamed as her body began to spasm. Her hands slid off the
coffin and she fell backwards, her hips rising due to the sudden movement. The
shaking girl wrapped her legs around her undead lover’s shoulders as she rode
out a series of mind-blowing orgasms. Spike grinned against her fluttering folds
as he slipped his tongue out of her and attacked her clit, sucking and licking
it.
“Oh,
God! No more… it’s too…”
“Ride
it out, luv.” Spike rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he massaged her
reddened clit.
“I…I…need
more,” she panted. Buffy was beginning to feel light-headed; the angle at
which she was sprawled across the coffin was making all the blood rush to her
head. The blonde tried to sit up only to be pressed back, as Spike lunged up her
body and, in one swift move, impaled her with his aching erection.
“That
enough?” he rasped, as his hips began to hammer into hers.
“Uh…uh…uh…uhhh!”
Buffy tried to speak as her entire body shook under the punishing rhythm Spike
had set. The surface of the coffin was soaked and, after a particularly
enthusiastic thrust, they both slid to the floor. Buffy landed on her back with
a grunt as Spike continued to piston into her welcoming warmth.
“Bloody
wet, hot, so friggin’ tight…” Spike grunted in time with his thrusts.
“Squeeze me harder, pet, please…” he begged.
Buffy
reached up and grabbed hold of his wrists on either side of her head, anchoring
herself, her rings biting into his flesh. Her heels scrabbled on the soft rug,
trying to find purchase. She frowned as she attempted to clench her muscles
around Spike’s cool cock. Apparently, her brain’s signals were no longer
reaching the rest of her body. She grinned with triumph when she finally
succeeded in the getting the message across. “Like this?” She clamped down
hard and began a rolling movement with her hidden Slayer muscles.
“Soddin’
hell, woman,” Spike eyes rolled backwards as Buffy tensed around him.
“Nice?”
Buffy gasped.
“Love you, Spike,” Buffy
groaned. Her face was flushed a soft pink. Her nipples, hard peaks, grazed over
her mate’s chest. Spike looked into her hazy eyes, noting that Buffy’s
pupils were dilated completely. She was close. He could sense it.
“Love
you, too, Buffy.” Spike brushed a soft kiss across her lips before vamping out
and lunging for her quivering, unadorned breast. ‘Would do no good to choke
on the jewelry!’ he thought wryly as his fangs slid into her soft flesh.
Buffy chuckled at his stray thought.
As
his fangs sliced through the skin of her areola, they both came hard. Spike
suckled gently at the blood that welled from his bite, his hips jerking, the
vampire’s pale ass cheeks flexing as he found his release.
Buffy
moaned happily as Spike’s engorged cock continued to release a cool stream of
seed into her. It soothed the burning heat that he had caused. The Slayer’s
body relaxed and her legs dropped open.
Spike
slipped unwillingly from her warmth and he raised himself onto his knees. Trying
to control the shaking in his limbs, he eyed his satiated mate happily. “What
a pretty picture you are, luv. All wet and soft…” He drew his index finger
along her still fluttering opening, eliciting a soft gasp from her. He ran his
finger up her body and flicked at the ruby stone on her single gold nipple ring.
He watched as her nipples tightened again. “Ready for another go?”
Buffy
rolled onto her side and sighed happily. “Yes, but I want food first!”
“As
you wish…” Buffy giggled and sighed melodramatically.
“My
hero, the Dread Pirate Roberts…”
Buffy
found herself pursued by her amorous vamp and held down as he spooned sweet
pudding into her mouth.
‘Could
life get any better?’ Smiling,
she relaxed into his attentions.
“Comfy?”
Buffy frowned down at Spike worriedly.
“Yeah,
pet, more than comfy!” Spike leered up at his concerned mate. He curled his
tongue against his teeth and thrust upwards. “Come on, pet, give it me
good,” he taunted.
Spike
pulled against the ties that anchored him to the four posts experimentally,
secretly thrilled that his girl had initiated bondage. He sighed happily at the
memory of his Slayer tied to the bathtub on the night that they had mated. He
had hoped that one day she would be brave enough to turn the tables on him. And
now she had.
“Okay,
um…what should I…”
“Anything
you want, pet. I’m all yours,” Spike interrupted. He watched as the
embarrassment disappeared from his mate’s face, replaced with a sultry look as
Buffy reached for the bottle soaking in the bowl on the bedside table.
“Ready?”
she whispered.
Spike
nodded, trying not to smile at her timidity.
Buffy
uncapped the bottle and drizzled it over his torso. The warm oil coated his pale
skin, the aroma of strawberries filling the air.
Buffy
ran her hands over his muscled chest. She gazed down at the rings her husband
and mate had placed on her left hand. She smiled happily, feeling warm and
loved. Looking up at her lover, she caught his gaze. “You’re all mine
now…”
“For all eternity, pet,” Spike
sighed.
For
several minutes the crypt was filled with the soft sounds of Spike’s gasps and
moans as Buffy massaged his cool body.
“Close
your eyes, Spike,” Buffy cooed as she began to rub her small hands in circular
motions from Spike’s ankles, working her way gradually upwards. Within
minutes, she had coated both of the vampire’s legs. The man lay limp,
surrendering to the sensations that her hands were evoking.
When
Buffy reached his inner thighs, she lingered, trailing her fingers gently along
the soft skin. Her breath breezed across Spike’s cock as she leant over and
began to massage along the soft fold where Spike’s legs met his hips.
“Oh,
bloody amazing, luv…” Spike moaned happily.
Unable
to resist, Buffy leant over and pressed a kiss to the tip of Spike’s erection.
She allowed her lips to linger over the head as she lapped at the pre-cum that
was seeping out. Spike’s hips surged upwards, his movement hampered by the
silk ties that anchored his ankles to the posts.
“Pet,
take me in! I need you…” the blond vampire begged. His unneeded breath was
shaky as he gasped and panted. His hips thrust blindly, seeking her warm mouth.
Buffy
giggled at the sight of her usually cool mate reduced to a puddle of
strawberry-flavored vampire goo. “Nope, just let me play.”
She
pressed her oil-slicked hands against his hips and began to rub hard, sliding
them down. She pulled his hips up and reached under Spike to massage the globes
of his ass. Her actions caused her to lean forward and press her breasts into
his muscled six-pack, her warm breath now teasing Spike’s rapidly tightening
nipples. Buffy lapped at the closest one causing it to harden even more. She
savored the taste of strawberries mingling with the flavor of her now purring
mate.
“Buffy,
please, I need you…” Spike groaned as Buffy straddled his groin, her hot
wetness rubbing erotically against his twitching cock. Buffy slid up and down as
she massaged along his collarbone, coating him with her excitement. Her pussy
lips surrounded Spike’s aching cock as she rode him hard.
Spike
began to babble, as Buffy’s cunt grew hotter and wetter against him. Although
the massage was intended to be solely for Spike’s enjoyment, Buffy began to
selfishly pursue her own orgasm, sliding across his cock and allowing the head
to brush against her sensitive clit.
“Mmm…”
the Slayer rolled her head backwards as the tip of Spike’s cock repeatedly
rubbed against her clit, which was hard and straining for release. She could
feel his dick sliding between her inner lips and warming slightly against her.
She shifted her hips slightly and positioned the head of Spike’s cock against
her engorged nubbin and pressed down hard. It was all she needed to send herself
over the edge.
“Ohhh…”
Buffy slumped forward, blindly seeking her claim mark on Spike’s neck; she
could feel his frustration through their link. He had wanted to join her as she
came, not used and ridden into submission. Buffy attached her lips to the
slightly raised scar and sucked hard. She threw open their link and moaned at
the increase in awareness. ‘Come for me,’ she mentally ordered.
With
a roar, Spike exploded.
Buffy
continued to suckle on the rapidly bruising mark; she felt a continuous stream
of cool fluid between her legs.
Spike’s
dick jerked and twitched as he continued to come. His mate’s attention to his
scar was making the vampire come over and over again.
Buffy
ran her fingers through Spike’s soft bleached hair as she rocked her hips
gently against his, trying to encourage Spike’s orgasm to carry on. Her pussy
lips were soaked and she could feel Spike’s cum running down her thighs. With
one final suck, which caused Spike to come again, she sat up and looked down at
the whimpering vampire.
“Whoa…Spike,
I didn’t know you could have multiples!” Buffy gazed between her legs at the
tip of Spike’s soft cock, which peeked out from between her lips. His stomach
and her upper thighs were coated with pearly white cum.
Their
senses were reeling from the combined scents of their arousal, which filled the
lower level of the crypt. Not even the Jasmine and Lily of the Valley scented
candles were able to mask the evidence of their lovemaking.
Spike
opened his eyes and tried to focus on his tiny mate. “Me either! Bloody hell,
woman, I think you broke it!” Spike grinned weakly at his blushing girl. His
arms were starting to ache slightly from pulling against his bonds as he came.
Buffy sensed this through their link and reached up and massaged his biceps hard
to loosen the tightening muscles.
Spike’s
tongue snaked out as he happily took advantage of Buffy’s new position. He
licked the underside of her firm breasts. He could smell the healing wound he
had inflicted earlier and it was intoxicating. He whined when Buffy sat up
again. “Hey bring ‘em back!” he grumbled.
Buffy
looked down and grimaced at the squishy feeling between her legs. “We really
made a mess!”
“Grab
a towel and wipe me down, then, gorgeous,” Spike suggested. He sighed
contentedly, his body completely relaxed from the massage and the mind-blowing,
toe-curling and life-threatening orgasms the small blonde woman had wrung out of
him. He was positive that one of these days he would dust himself by coming too
hard, too often. It was all due to the fiery girl who still straddled him, and
it was something he wouldn’t change for all the blood in China!
“Naaaw…
I’ve got a better idea.” Buffy slid backwards and knelt between Spike’s
extended legs. She reached over and grabbed a cushion from behind her and slid
it under his hips. “Better?”
“Yeah,
what’s with the cushion?” Spike asked curiously.
“Want
to make sure you can see everything I do…” Buffy replied cryptically.
“Oh
really?” Spike grinned with anticipation. He wrapped his fingers around his
bonds and pulled on them. He grinned as he felt the silk catch on his wedding
band.
Buffy’s
eyebrow arched as Spike’s cock began to harden slightly. It’s pale skin
pinkened and twitched against his thigh.
She
chuckled throatily at the mischievous expression on Spike face. Reaching up,
Buffy loosely plaited her long hair. “Don’t want you to miss anything,”
she explained at Spike’s silent question, he loved her hair down.
Buffy
stood and walked to the head of the bed. Spike turned his head to watch her
naked form, which was lit by the candles and the fairy lights. She looked
stunning. After five weeks of feeding her up and him worshipping her small form
at every opportunity, Buffy was finally comfortable in her own skin. Spike’s
eyes traced the delicate wings of the dragonfly tattoo as Buffy turned her back
to pick up something from the table.
“What
you doing, luv?” Spike asked.
“Wait
and see, handsome,” Buffy winked as she turned and hid her hand behind her
back as she side stepped to the foot of the bed. Leaping up, she settled back
between his legs. “You having fun, Spike?” she asked shyly.
Spike
blinked, amazed how she could go from a vixen to a blushing maiden within
seconds. “Best time, pet. Best Valentine’s day ever…”
Buffy
nodded her head. “Me, too.” She sat the item she had retrieved between his
legs. Leaning over, Buffy ran her tongue from Spike’s knee upwards, following
the sinewy muscles until she reached his inner thigh, where she began to place
open-mouthed kisses, moving gradually higher and higher. Her tongue arched out
and she began to lap at the cum which coated him from knee to stomach.
Spike’s
breath hissed through his teeth as he watched his mate devour him. The cushion
under him offered his cock and body up on a platter to the girl who was licking
and sucking his stomach, cleaning him of their combined fluids. She pointedly
avoided his hard cock that brushed hopefully against her small breasts. Buffy
reached down and pressed her flesh together, cocooning Spike’s hardness
between them. She slid up and down several times, which dazed the addled
vampire.
“There
all clean,” Buffy’s voice pierced the haze of pleasure that surrounded him.
“Huh?”
was all the lust-crazed vampire could manage. In all his years, Spike had never
been so completely consumed by one woman, not even Drusilla could compare. His
hips were moving on the soft cushion, trying to prolong the exquisite sensation
of being surrounded by Buffy’s warm, soft breasts.
“All
clean, see…” Buffy sat up and tried not to giggle at his howl of despair.
“What?”
“Come
back please…don’t leave me hangin’, pet…” Spike begged. His pale pink
cock twitched and jerked as it tried to find the lost warmth.
Buffy
giggled again at the sight of her mate pleading with her. She finally took pity
on the look of anguish on his handsome face.
“Spike,
relax. I’ll take care of you,” she promised.
“God,
I’ll give you anything just fuck…” Spike’s pleading was cut off at the
sensation of Buffy licking his erection from root to tip. She then began to
place nipping kisses around the head, her tongue dipping into the opening at the
top.
Precum
mixed with saliva as Buffy licked and sucked her way back to the base of his
length. She pressed kissed to the soft brown curls that framed the object of her
attention. Her hands were busy cupping and massaging his balls. Reaching down,
she took one soft globe, then the other into her mouth and gently sucked them
clean.
“Oh,
God …oh, God… oh, God…” Spike moaned over and over, unable to take his
eyes off the decadent sight of Buffy’s red lips as they closed over the head.
She caught his gaze and began to push down slowly. Spike’s own mouth dropped
open and he licked his dry lips.
‘Keep
watching me Spike, see how far I can take you…’
Buffy’s erotic suggestion made Spike tug at the silk ties which held his
wrists. He wanted to run his fingers over her lips as she enveloped him.
Buffy
relaxed her throat and swallowed repeatedly, her fingers running up and down his
inner thighs. She slid her hands up, threading her fingers through his brown
curls.
Spike
tried not to whimper at the glorious sensation of her muscles as they
constricted around his cock. The heat of her mouth and throat nearly caused him
to come. He gritted his teeth and counted backwards in Fyarl. Giving up, he
called to his mate through their bond. ‘Buffy, slow down! I’m not going
to last.’ If he could have blushed, he would. He was both embarrassed and
proud that his mate could excite him so much that he could cum like a spotty git
who had never been laid!
Buffy
grinned around his hardness and gently bit down. Spike yelped and his hips
lurched involuntarily, sinking into her mouth completely. Buffy hummed gleefully
around him as she began to move her head slowly up and down, breathing raggedly
through her nose.
Spike
moaned and gasped as he watched her blonde head bob up and down slowly on his
cock. His fangs dropped slightly as the sensations became too much.
Spike
was unaware that Buffy’s hands were busy between his legs. His concentration
was focused on his cock and the scorching heat surrounding it.
‘Is
it good Spike? Do you like what I’m doing to you?’ Buffy’s voice filled his mind.
‘Oh
bloody hell, luv, it’s amazing; I love watching your lips move up and down on
me. Suck a little harder on the head…ah…that’s it! Perfect!’
Spike’s blue eyes were locked with Buffy’s hazel ones.
‘You
want more? Or shall I stop?’ Buffy teased as she dropped her head and swallowed his erection down
her throat.
Spike
licked his lips again and nodded. ‘Take it, suck it harder! More…
anything, please! I’ll be your slave for all eternity, just don’t stop.’
Spike begged.
‘Good!’
Buffy fluttered her lashes at Spike as she raised her head until only the tip of
Spike’s rock hard cock was in her mouth. She sucked hard, causing Spike’s
hips to lift. Buffy took advantage of this and moved quickly.
Spike’s
eyes widened as he felt something cool, wet and round pressing gently against
his puckered opening. Buffy pressed the lubed butt plug against Spike. Her nerve
failed and she dropped the sex toy and backed off, trying to stop blushing.
“Pet,
why did you stop?” Spike dropped his chin and looked at his crimson mate. He
would have laughed but with his dick in such close proximity to her teeth, he
decided discretion was the better form of valor. “Buffy?”
Buffy
sucked Spike’s cock back into her mouth once more before letting it slid out.
She blushed again. “Spike, I’m sorry, its just that Anya said guys liked
that and well I wanted to try but then I couldn’t! I didn’t want to hurt
you…” Buffy trailed off in embarrassment, wringing her hands.
Spike
stifled yet another laugh. Taking a calming breath, he tried to ignore the
insistent pulsing in his balls. He was desperate to get back to the mind numbing
blowjob he had been treated to, but the insightful vampire knew he needed to
calm his flustered mate.
“Buffy,
look at me,” he gently ordered. He smiled when she looked up at him, her teeth
worrying her lower lip. “I want you to pick up the plug,” he coaxed
soothingly.
“What?
You mean you want to?” Buffy flushed even more, redness spreading down her
neck and covering her torso. Spike tried not to moan at the sight of her
nipples, which had tightened at his last words.
“Yeah,
luv, I want you to.” Spike smiled encouragingly. He was trying to contain the
overwhelming excitement, but Buffy felt it through their link. It made her sit
up straight; her eyes began to twinkle with excitement.
“It’s
okay? It won’t hurt?” Buffy held up the black plug for Spike to look at.
He
bit the inside of his cheek trying not to laugh. “No, luv, it won’t hurt.
I’ve had bigger than that in me…” he trailed off, unwilling to bring his
Grandsire and his mate’s first lover into their bed.
“Oh.
Oh…” Buffy rolled her eyes at her stupidity. “Vampire. I forgot.” She
leant over and in one move took Spike’s length back into her mouth and down
her throat. After distracting him with her throat, she positioned the plug and
pushed it gently past the tight ring of muscles, rotating it slightly. Buffy
pushed it in, pulling it back and forth, gently loosening his tight muscles, the
lube easing the way.
Spike’s
eyes closed at the dual sensation of being penetrated and swallowed. He could
feel his balls tightening as Buffy settled the plug into him. She continued to
suck his cock as she pushed her hands between her legs.
“Buffy…”
Spike hissed through his teeth. He opened his eyes and tried to see what she was
doing. He could hear her fingers as they circled her clit and it drove him
insane with lust. The sensation of the plug almost brushing his prostate, her
mouth and sound of her busy fingers was too much. With a growl, the master
vampire tore his wrists free. Reaching down, he pulled the blonde girl up his
body. His mouth caught her lips and Spike plunged his tongue into her soft wet
warmth, tasting his own essence. He moaned happily at the tang of himself in her
mouth.
Buffy
threaded her fingers through his curls and pressed her body against his. She ran
her feet up and down his still tied legs.
“God,
I love you, vixen,” Spike whispered against her mouth. He rolled his hips and
moaned loudly as the plug pressed hard against his prostate. Lightening bolts of
pleasure shot up his spine. ‘Luv, feel what I feel…’ Spike pushed
his sensations at his mate and let Buffy feel everything that he did. The
excitement of being with the woman he loved, being submissive to her, the
sensual delight of everything she did to her and finally the electrifying
feeling of the butt plug wedged firmly inside him.
Buffy
shivered and moaned as her lover swamped her mind, adding to her excitement. She
humped her hips against his, mindless in the lust that overwhelmed them both.
Kissing her desperately, Spike yanked his legs free and flipped over. He paused,
savoring the sensation of the plug now constantly brushing against his most
sensitive spot, his head tipped back and he growled happily.
Unexpectedly,
he roughly yanked Buffy’s legs up and over his shoulders.
Buffy
screamed as Spike filled her aching channel in one swift move. The angle at
which Spike held her, allowed for him to fill her completely. Reaching up, Buffy
clutched mindlessly at Spike’s shoulders trying to anchor herself.
“Fuck…fuck…oh,
Jesus…” Spike gritted out, as he pistoned into Buffy’s welcoming depths.
Every move of his hips caused the plug to rub against his prostate, sending
bright flashes of lights behind his eyes and frying his brain.
They
remained connected on a mental as well as a physical level. Buffy could feel and
taste and touch everything that Spike did and visa-versa. Their senses were
over-loaded with sexual pleasure, desire and satisfaction flowing through their
veins. They didn’t last long.
Spike
came first with a primal roar, his face shifting and his eyes gleaming gold.
Buffy
yelped at the sensation of her vampiric lover’s cock lengthening and curving
inside her and it was all she needed to join him in ecstasy. Her blunt teeth bit
into Spike’s shoulder as he slumped over her. He unhooked her legs from over
his shoulders and gently released them so that he could press his body to
Buffy’s sweating and shaking form.
*****
The crypt was silent except for
the sounds of Buffy’s soft breathing and the gentle dripping of melted wax.
Spike cradled his mate/wife to his chest. He tried to contain his glee at their
marriage, but failed.
Buffy
yawned sleepily, pulled from her dreams by the flow of sheer contentment and
happiness that seeped through their link. She pushed herself up and blinked
hazily at her smiling husband.
“Hey,”
she whispered. Buffy sent a wave of love through their bond.
“Hey
yourself, gorgeous.” Spike feathered gentle kisses over her cheek as he pulled
her closer to his chest. He growled playfully into her neck as he laved her
freshly opened bite marks. The faint taste of her blood flooded his senses.
Buffy
hummed blissfully as she suckled on his scar. She had never felt so contented
and complete as she did right now and it was due entirely to the vampire who
held him in his cool embrace.
“Buffy?
Love? I’ve got a surprise for you,” Spike mumbled against the curve of her
neck.
Buffy
sat up and frowned at her mate. “Another? Honey, I think these were surprise
enough.” She raised her hand and admired her rings. Reaching over, she took
Spike’s left hand and pressed a kiss to the ring she had placed there. Spike
sat up and faced her, his free hand settled on her hip and traced his tattoo.
“It’s
something the Whelp threw together for us,” Spike explained. He leant forward
and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose before standing, flinching
slightly as he removed the butt plug.
“Wonderful
idea, pet. I really liked that.” Spike leaned in to steal a kiss.
“Xander
threw something together?” Buffy raised her fine eyebrow in a perfect
imitation of her mate.
“Yeah,
he got all manly over it and sorted us out.” Spike smirked at the puzzled
expression on his girl’s face.
He
sauntered over to a large tapestry, which he had hung over the small alcove he
and Xander had dug out the week before. He had been surprised that his
inquisitive mate hadn’t discovered the new addition the crypt when she had
been decorating. He speculated that she had been too busy and excited to notice.
“Spike?”
“Close
your eyes, pet, just for a sec,” he said, smiling when she promptly squeezed
her eyes shut. He could hear her excited heartbeat; it filled his senses
completely. Spike slipped behind the wall hanging and quickly prepared his final
surprise.
Buffy
sat patiently listening to the sounds of running water and the click of
Spike’s Zippo. She tried to work out what he was up to.
“All
done, pet.”
“Ahhh!”
Buffy jumped. She hadn’t heard the light-footed vampire return to her side.
The blonde girl pressed her hand to her heart her eyes still squeezed tight.
“Jesus, Spike! You scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed.
Spike
chuckled and reached down to pick her up. He grinned at the sight of her closed
eyes.
Buffy
sniffed the air. She could smell Vanilla. Spike shifted his weight and stepped
into the tub very carefully sitting down with his bride in his arms.
Buffy
gasped as hot water covered her.
“Open
your eyes, gorgeous,” Spike whispered into her ear.
Buffy
blinked and looked down. She gasped in surprise. ‘Our tub!’ Looking
over her shoulder she smiled gently at her lover.
“Oh
Spike it’s our tub, you big softy! I can’t believe you got it down here!”
she exclaimed happily. Twisting in his arms, she turned to face him. “I
can’t believe it!” Buffy had wondered what had happened to the claw foot tub
Spike had dragged into her house that momentous Christmas eve.
Throwing
her arms around his neck, she slid up his wet body and nuzzled her nose against
his. “I love you, my mate, my heart, my soul and my darling husband…”
“Love
you, too, Buffy. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Spike reached over and captured her
smiling lips in a deep kiss.