The Substitute
by spikeskat
Chapter 2
Spike groaned as he
grabbed his head; he felt as if it were spinning from all the drink he’d
consumed earlier. Then he felt the
heat wrapped around his cock and he thought vaguely that he’d managed to run
around outside naked and got caught by the sun.
But, he didn’t smell or feel any burning flesh, so he gave himself over
to the heat.
And it was good…
This time he moaned, a
half-sigh of pleasure as he felt something flick against the underside of his
penis. He wanted to open his eyes,
see what it was that was slowly drawing his body tighter and tighter until he
threatened to explode in release, yet…to open his eyes would mean the dream
would disappear…a figment of his imagination that would vanish without a trace
as soon as the real world intruded. So,
for now, he kept them closed – eyelids pressed in on each other with such
force it would take a crowbar to pull them apart – and arched his hips to
thrust himself deeper into the searing heat.
All too soon the heat left
him, and he almost wept at the loss – hands fisted in the sheets by his side
to keep himself pulling his hair out in frustration. He felt a whisper-soft caress over his thighs, then the heat
was back, enveloping his cock whole. Blinding
in its intensity – so much so, that he had to open his eyes to see the cause
of it.
What he saw took his
breath away; he had to blink several times to make sure that what he was seeing
was actually real. He opened his
mouth in astonishment, tried to voice his pleasure, but the image of her
bouncing up and down on his cock, her head thrown back in abandonment, reduced
him to…well…
His eyes rolled back into
his head as she leaned over and thrust her tongue in his mouth.
What she lacked in finesse in her still drunken state, she made up for in
sheer passion. Spike would take her any way he could get her…for as long
as he could have her. She’d
probably stake him once she sobered up, but right now, as her inner walls
gripped him mercilessly as she rode him to oblivion, he thought: what a way to
go.
Her pace increased, he
could feel her getting close – her movements were jerky and erratic – and he
lifted one hand from where it was clutching the sheets and brought it up to her
engorged clitoris. Using his thumb,
he began slow, tortuous circles, the light touch doing much more for her than a
hard twist would. He felt her
shudder around him, coating his engorged staff with her release.
Gripping her hips in both hands he bucked up into her, his teeth clenched
in passion as the feel of her milking him drove him near insane.
He couldn’t take it anymore and easily flipped them so he could drive
her willing body deeper into the mattress as he sought his own relief.
He felt her legs wrap
around his waist, her arms slide about his neck, pulling his head into the crook
of her neck…she just didn’t know the temptation she provided.
His eyes glazed to amber as he noticed his marks from earlier marring her
neck – realized he was licking his fangs in anticipation of penetrating that
soft flesh once more.
Lifting his head, he
glanced down at her flushed features as he thrust repeatedly into her slickened
passage. Her eyes opened and he saw
the glazed eyes still subjected to the mass amounts of alcohol she’d consumed
and, though it nearly killed him, he paused his relentless assault on her body.
Her loopy gazed fixed on
his more sober, amber one, and she smiled at him. He couldn’t help himself and gave her a toothy grin in
return.
“Bumpies,” she
giggled, removing one hand from around his neck to caress his ridged brow.
Above her, Spike closed his eyes and moaned – he couldn’t prevent the
lunge of his hips as he drove himself deeper into her dripping pussy.
But, then he remembered she wasn’t exactly sober!Slayer and stilled
again. Her fingers continued to work their magic and he was loathe
to stop…wanted nothing more than to continue his aggressive fucking and spend
himself within her body.
But, she’d hate him even
more, him taking advantage of her like this – even if she had initiated
it.
“Buffy,” he spoke, her
name coming out somewhere between a whine and a plea. “We’ve…gotta stop… You’ll…you’re…gonna hate
me…and I’m just setting myself up for a right dandy staking.”
He looked down at her
after he spoke, watched the frown mar her previously happy features.
“More,” she demanded
quietly, her lip jutting out in a pout.
‘Oh God… not the pouty lip. Doesn’t
she realize how sexy that looks?’
“No, slayer…luv,” he
began.
His eyes nearly crossed
when she tightened her legs grip about his waist and thrust upward, pulling him
that much deeper inside her heat.
“Spike, please…feels
so good…”
Bloody hell…
Who did she think he was?
There was no way in hell he could refuse a plea like that.
Burying his face in her neck, his constraint snapped.
The bed shook with the force of his thrusts as he pounded into her again
and again. He felt her arch up into
him, seeking to get closer. Her
head pushed back into the pillows, exposing once more, her delectable neck to
his perusal. His mouth watered as
he watched her arteries pulsing just beneath the surface of her skin, couldn’t
stop himself from licking the path – tasting the salty essence of her.
Spike could feel his balls
tightening, announcing his pending orgasm.
His fangs trailed back and forth along her jugular, lightly nicking her
skin. He almost came at the small
drops of her blood that suddenly filled his mouth.
His nearly sober mind marveled at the lack of mind-numbing headache, and
he wondered how much further he could take it.
His fangs lightly pierced
her flesh in the exact same spot as before to minimize any pain…then he
paused. Nothing.
Not even a warning jolt. He
slowed his thrusts to a lazy pace, forcing a groan of frustration from Buffy.
She’d been so close. But,
as the headlong bang gave way to slow lovemaking, she became aware of another
sensation – another penetration – near her neck. And, it felt good. Wanting
more, she lifted her neck, pushing his fangs deeper into her neck.
Her eyes widened at the
pleasure-pain and she gripped the back of his head and yanked him close, bring
his lips flush with her skin.
“Ohhhh… Spike,” she
moaned.
Above her, Spike thought
he’d died and gone to heaven. He
stilled within her, savoring the contact of being fully seated with both cock
and fang. He’d never thought
he’d have this…at least with her. As
a neutered vamp, he thought he’d never be able to taste human blood from the
source again. And, that it was now
freely given…and from the slayer?
She was getting restless
beneath him…needing the friction of his length sliding in and out of her
core…and a little sucking at her neck would be nice. The haze of alcohol was wearing off and only the sensations
of the dual penetration pierced her mind.
She was in bed…with
Spike. Evil, soulless vampire. ‘Who
loves you.’ And, he’s got his fangs in your neck. ‘Which feel
wickedly good.’ And, he’s drinking your blood. ‘Little sips, and
again with the wickedly good.’ And
he’s fucking me. ‘No, he’s making love to you, so shut up and enjoy
it.’ Ok.
“Mmmm…more,” she
demanded breathlessly.
Spike’s body rippled
above hers as her hands roved over his back; his slow, deep thrust left her
breathless and needy, the tentative sips at her neck teased her senses just
enough. But she needed
more…harder, faster, deeper. She
wanted it all. No more timid
lovemaking by “normal” men or first loves.
Give her all the passion, the emotion, the lust, and…the love.
Her body craved that which
it had never known.
She pulled his hair in an
attempt to get him to look at her. Immediately,
he slipped his fangs from her neck and looked down at her, his human features
covering that of his demon.
He glanced down and was
sucked in by her hazel gaze – her sober, hazel gaze – and stilled…and he
waited. Waited for her to flick him
off her like so much trash and stake his undead ass.
Beneath him, Buffy watched
the dread flood his body, could feel him softening inside her.
Couldn’t have that!
Her eyes narrowed on him
and she told him bluntly, “I want it all,” and was nearly blinded with the
radiance of his smile. She
couldn’t help the answering grin. Felt
him rapidly expanding in her again and wiggled her eyebrows at him.
He burst out laughing.
She did too.
Then he pulled almost all
the way out of her body and thrust home. She
stopped laughing. He did too.
Again the two were caught up in slow lovemaking.
Buffy urged his face back down to the dripping marks he’d left on her,
felt goose bumps break out along her flesh as he shifted against her neck. His tongue swept out to lick up the twin trails of blood
before resettling his fangs over the holes.
He hesitated and Buffy took over, grabbing his head and thrusting it down
so he imbedded himself once again.
Two groans of pleasure
permeated the air and she arched up towards him, straining to get even closer.
They’d both been denied release for so long that their slow rhythm
quickly gave way to rapid thrusting…naked flesh slapping against naked flesh
as the demands of their bodies tore away their will.
Eager to seek release from such pleasurable torment, their movements
increased to a fevered pitch, the bed beneath them rocked beneath their
straining bodies.
Buffy was so damn close
now…it was like nothing she’d ever felt before: mind-consuming passion…and
maybe a little bit of love. She
felt cherished. As his cock plunged
the depths of her passage she felt it deep within…as if he were touching her
soul. That revelation was all it
took for her to go hurdling off the cliff she’d been poised upon. With a cry of his name, she spasmed around his length, the
force of her orgasm causing her limbs to shake as they wrapped around his body.
Spike for his part, tried
to hold on. He wasn’t ready for
it to end. But, as her inner walls
milked his cock, he pulled hard on her neck and flooded her womb with his
release. Carefully, he slipped his
fangs from her throat, lovingly licking the traces of blood that oozed from the
holes until the healing properties of saliva allowed them to close over.
Satisfied she’d been properly taken care of, he allowed his weary body
to collapse on top of hers.
They lay there, in a
tangle of arms and legs, oblivious to the shambles of the bedding barely
clinging to the mattress. Buffy
panted heavily, her body unused to the physically demanding nature of Spike’s
lovemaking. Her past partners had
never asked for her all, so she’d never given it.
With Spike…he demanded it. And,
in return, she did the same.
The two of them were
matched. She ignored her inner
voice that said he was a demon…was evil.
Oh sure, he liked to act all big and bad.
But, when it came to her, he was a big puppy dog.
He loved her…she knew that now. Images of their previous romp had her
blushing. But as she recalled him trying to stop because he thought he’d been
taking advantage…yeah, he cared. It
caused warm fuzzies to curl in her stomach at the thought.
Spike took her slight
twitching as a sign that he was becoming to heavy for her and reluctantly pulled
out of her warmth. Before she had
time to even voice a protest, he settled himself securely at her side, pulling
her back against his chest to lie nestled in his arm.
He was amazed she didn’t protest the action, was surprised she wasn’t
rising from the bed to find a nice piece of wood.
Instead, she snuggled closer and sighed happily drifting off into
slumber.
“’night, Spike,” she
murmured just before sleep overtook her.
“Goodnight, Buffy,” he
replied brushing his lips against her hair as he settled himself behind her.
It wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep as well, a smile on his
face.