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!

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Chapter One

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
Babylon 5 commemorative plates, Whelp!" Xander stifled his giggles with some difficulty at the sick expression on his friend’s face.

The
Victoria ’s Secret assistant fluttered around the two men, pulling out various scraps of lingerie for the flustered vampire to pick from. Xander began to blush at the thought of Buffy covered in nothing but the lace in front of him. He quickly forced his thoughts back to his love not wanting to see the combined wrath of Anya and Spike. The same thoughts of Buffy began to filter through Spike’s mind, and after a few minutes, his ears began to take on a decidedly pinkish hue.

"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
Tara and Willow coming over to help him watch over me." Dawn smirked again at the look of relief on Buffy's face.

'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 6 am and it’s SATURDAY!!”

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.

Chapter Two

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 New York nightclub. Catcalls and applause filled the air as sultry electro-lounge music began to permeate Spike’s muddled brain.

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’ll be your Whore Baby

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.

I’ll be ready

She turned her back to him, flipped her head down to peer at him from between her legs.

I’m your plaything

She flipped from that position to the floor, displaying her agility with a split designed to drive her lover insane with lust.

I’ll be ready

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.

Sweet and sweaty

She peered up at him with a smirk, a truly evil look that took his unneeded breath away.

Nothing like it in the world

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.

I’ll be your Whore Baby

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.

Chapter Three

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.

“Nirvana, luv. Gah…” After a particularly hard squeeze, Spike looked down to check that his cock was still attached. He watched, fascinated, as his pale cock appeared and disappeared into Buffy’s pink opening. His skin glistened as his mate released another flood of moisture. ‘Not gonna last much longer…’

“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.

Chapter Four

“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.

The End

 

 

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