Monster in Her Man

by Spikesdeb

Chapter 1

Buffy drifted into wakefulness and stretched languorously… mmm she felt wonderful, so relaxed and boneless, like she’d had ten hours’ uninterrupted sleep.  She turned on her side and encountered…Oooh, Spike skin.  

She smiled, remembering last night and exactly how good that skin had made her feel – not to mention the rest of him.  Bell-ringing good.  In fact he’d rung her bells so loud and so long – and in ways she’d never dreamed existed – that spectacular wouldn’t be an exaggeration – no, make that Spiketacular.  She hugged herself in glee.  She ought to be blushing with shame but no way!  It felt good.  More than that, it felt right.  He felt right. 

The ‘he’ in question stirred, pouting when he noticed the drop in heat caused by her moving away from his side.  He muttered, half-asleep. 

“Buffy…whassat…where’d you go…” 

One eye opened, its blue gaze fixing on her.  She was still there.  Flushed and tousled from sleep -- she was still there.  Her hair rested on his outstretched arm.  She was still there.  Spike’s mind refused to let go of those four words, repeating them like a mantra against her suddenly up and leaving.  

“Hey,” she smiled at him, leaning in to bestow a soft kiss on his open lips.  “Mmmmorning!” 

He returned her kiss gently, bringing his arms to wrap around her but moving oh so slowly so as not to startle her.  Had she really spent the night there?  The evidence of his eyes told him that she had.  

“Erm…mornin’, pet.  Sleep well?” 

“Like the dead.  Ooops!   Sorry…you know what I mean!” 

Spike laughed, rumbling against her chest.  “S’okay, pet.  I do sleep well.  Not a word of a lie…” 

Buffy giggled at him, astounded at how good she felt.  She hadn’t slept so soundly in…well, forever.  Certainly lying next to Riley’s bulky fever-hot body all she felt was swamped and sticky.  And he made noises, like a stuck pig.  Maybe it was because Spike was all…cool and calming, serene; he didn’t breathe so he didn’t snore; didn’t squirm around the bed because when he slept he was, well kinda like… dead.  And it felt alarmingly good. 

And of course there was the whole waking up to Mr Breathtakingly Irresistible thing.  That didn’t hurt. 

Buffy’s eyes widened as he bent towards her, swallowing and moistening her lips in anticipation. Her vision became filled with sharp cheekbones, deep blue eyes locked on hers and smouldering with lust.  Oh boy oh boy!  Yup, waking up with Spike – definitely in the ‘really good things to do’ column.  His lips whispered over hers, his tongue teasing at the corners of her mouth enticing her to open up.  She happily did so and he was quick to suck her tongue between his teeth, nibbling on its surface.  Of its own volition, Buffy’s leg came up to rest over Spike’s thigh, moist curls brushing her wetness onto his skin and wafting a delectable aroma of excitement. His kiss grew wilder, more frenetic, as he pressed himself closer to her naked body, Buffy’s breathing coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to stay calm. 

But calm hadn’t a hope in hell, not with the gorgeous vampire presently rubbing his thick cock along her wet opening.  A strangled scream made it past her lips as cool fingers circled her throbbing clit, squeezing almost painfully so that she bucked towards him.  The forward motion of her hips drove him into her, the girth of his erection stretching her in ways so unbearably pleasurable that she whimpered against his mouth, biting down on his lip as he started to move. 

“God, Buffy…so perfect…” 

Spike moved carefully, his delight in the unexpected love of his dreams actually being in his bed, and real this time, had him in danger of heading straight for an early spurty.  If she moved one millimetre to the right he’d be a goner, shooting his load like some spotty teenager.  The things she could do to him by just being… 

Buffy was already cranked up to imminent meltdown, aching for release, needing more pace, more thrust, more penetration and wasn’t beyond begging him for it, little kitten mewls of need.  She wanted…something more… 

Spike’s hips slammed into hers, pressing her into the mattress; his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.  He’d been waiting his entire existence for this feeling of completeness and he was not going to let it go.  Desperation fuelled his movements and he leant forwards to rest fully against her, wanting to feel all of her along his body. 

Buffy’s legs were clamped around him, her ankles crossed as she levered herself against his thrusts so he could get deeper inside her.  Every plunge made her whimper, eyes rolling back as she hit ecstasy overload.  Nothing had ever felt this good before, ever.  She knew it would come to an end… but not yet…not yet…so close… 

She felt the movement at her neck as his fangs elongated, grazing her skin as he gasped against her.  She shivered, a little scared at how much she liked it despite her calling, her sacred duty to loathe everything that he was.  And ok, yeah, she shivered mostly from pleasure.  Spike raised his head from her delectable throat; leaning up on his elbows as he gazed down at her flushed face with golden eyes.  “‘M sorry…you just…god, Buffy, you make me lose it!  Didn’t mean to freak you out.” 

Tentatively she reached up and caressed his ridged brow, bringing her fingers round to circle first one then the other sharpened canine.   She smiled at him as she dragged his face down to hers, whispering against his lips. 

“You didn’t, Spike.  I freaked me out – because this, with the fangs and the biting?  It should terrify me, but it doesn’t.  Can’t you tell how much I want you…need you -- all of you?” 

Buffy licked along his lips, her tongue stroking inside his mouth to rasp across his teeth.  A strangled growl rumbled in his throat as he crushed his mouth to hers, nicking her lips in his efforts to kiss her unconscious.  The tang of her blood as it mingled on their tongues zapped through them both, Spike’s cock hardening painfully in her suddenly sodden passage.  Buffy bit down hard on his tongue as it twirled around hers, drawing his blood.  God, the taste of him!  Salty, kinda sweet too – every bit of him was delicious! 

Buffy flipped him to his back, thanking the Powers That Be for the Slayer strength that allowed her to do it effortlessly; he was still buried deep within her and she started rocking against him immediately.  Sitting back on her haunches she shook her head, her hair cascading down her back and her breasts jutting forwards into his eager hands.  Spike caressed her, running his thumbs over and around her sensitive nipples and twisting the hardened peaks.  With a gasp of pleasure she brought her hands up to cup his, eyes closed as she lost herself in the feelings he awakened in her.  

His deep, rumbling voice cut through her lust-addled haze. 

“No, Buffy…look at me…” 

Eyelids fluttered open to take in the stunning perfection of his face, eyes now blue and fixed on hers as he slowed his bucking hips.  “Want you to look at me, love, want to see your eyes when you… come.” 

Just those words sent her careening over the edge, the command implicit in his tone.  Come.  

Buffy’s orgasm hit her hard, her little gasps giving way to throaty cries as she fell forwards to grip his shoulders and bite down, hard, on his neck.  Spike roared as he ejaculated at her bite, the intense pleasure that flooded him making him dizzy.  His ears buzzed as Buffy flopped against his chest, the sweat from her overheated body running off her to pool between them where they touched.  

He couldn’t lose this miracle.  Lose her.  This was only a hint of what they could have together and he bloody well wasn’t going to let her walk away. 

Gently, he slid from underneath her and settled her at his side, delighted that she curled around him, draping herself over his naked body and nuzzling his neck.  With a contented sigh she whispered against his ear.  “Can we just stay here?” 

Spike simply smiled and kissed her hair, smoothing the silky strands until she drifted back off to sleep. 

If only they could. 

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Riley was pissed off.  Where the hell had Buffy got?  He’d been round to the Magic Shop, to Willow’s dorm, hell he’d even been to Xander’s, but nobody had seen or heard from her since the night before.  Willow said she’d gone to the library to study then was going to see her mom and have a girly night.  But Joyce hadn’t heard from her either and now he had the guilt of worrying her mother to deal with too. 

He was getting sick and tired of being left out of the loop.  Since the Dracula incident Buffy had been distracted and uninterested most of the time, and jumpy when he touched her.  He got the feeling that even when she was with him she wasn’t really with him.  And what the hell was with the sleazy sex she wanted to try – for fun, for god’s sake?  Wanting to be on top, for him to…lick her…?  They’d been doing great as they were and out of the blue she gets down on her knees and wants to… well, nibble on his manhood!  He knew what that was all about, of course, but couldn’t help thinking it was way too scuzzy for him.  After forcefully pressing her back on the mattress and looming over her, she finally got the message and things had returned to normal.  Kind of... 

He was convinced it was all to do with Dracula and vampires and biting.  Well, it was going to stop.  No woman of his was going to act like some kind of slut and it was time he put her straight about a few things.  As soon as he found her… 

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Buffy sat bolt upright as she heard banging from the upper crypt.  Spike slept on, his unmoving body moulded to her side.  Footsteps echoed off the stone walls, then a voice. 

“Spike?  You in here?  I need information and you’ll have some answers, if you know what’s good for you.” 

Riley!  Here!  In Spike’s crypt!  And since when was he the boss of Spike? 

Buffy looked down at herself, stark naked and clasping a sheet to her chest.  Fat chance of hiding the scratches and bite marks that peppered her skin.  Crap!  There was no escape from this one; and if Riley saw her now, he’d jump to all the right conclusions.  

Spike woke as he sensed her distress and felt the lack of body where she’d peeled herself from his side.  Sitting up, the silken sheet slid down his chest to pool in his lap; he cocked his head at the sounds of the invader to his crypt upstairs.  Buffy was still clutching at the sheet, her heart racing in panic.  

“What’s up, love?” 

“It’s Riley!” she hissed through gritted teeth.

Spike went through a range of emotions; at first he grinned at the thought of the soldier boy finding him here, in flagrante delicto, with the Slayer all hot and soundly shagged.  Then came the ‘oh bugger’ as he realised that if Captain Courageous decided to pound on him there was sod all he could do to defend himself.  Finally, he settled on the ‘oh fuck it, bring it on’ attitude and relaxed back on the bed, pulling Buffy’s warm and delectable body with him. 

“No, Spike! It’s Riley!  What we gonna do?” 

She pushed weakly at his chest, melting as he ran his hand along her side, cupping the underside of her breast and brushing his fingers across her nipple. “First things first…” he murmured.  Her mouth opened as she gasped for air and he took full advantage, slipping his tongue inside to sweep across her teeth and crushing her lips with his.  She marvelled at how his lips could be so soft and yet so firm at the same time – oh and that tongue...  Instantly she was lost in him, her hands fluttering in his hair, across his back, gripping his butt and pulling him towards her.  Gone was any semblance of restraint as her body took control.  Spike rolled her onto her back, surged inside her and she was lost.  Riley could come and watch if he wanted, but there was no stopping now.  No - she was entirely consumed by her feelings for the vampire presently fucking her six ways from Sunday. 

She stifled a gasp of pleasure by biting down on his neck; Spike growled against her throat and her pulse skyrocketed.  Who’d have guessed she had a Bite-me Buffy hidden away inside her?  God, if anything she ought to be in slayer overdrive at the first hint of a fang.  But no -- here she was, open-mouthed and open-legged, in adoration.  And Riley… sorry but he’d missed the boat! 

Orgasm on the horizon and Buffy’s eyes glazed with the pleasure accelerating through her.  She almost missed the horrified Riley face dipping down to look into the lower crypt.  It didn’t matter; nothing did other than the feelings Spike awoke in her.  Unable to stifle the cry of pleasure as Spike thrust into her and simultaneously pierced the skin of her neck, Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips and locked him to her as she climaxed hard, fingers gripping the cool skin of Spike’s back and leaving half-moon indents along his flesh.  

Reality flooded back quickly as Spike was roughly torn from her embrace to land in a heap of naked flesh on the cold stone floor.  

“What the fuck are you doing, Spike?” 

Riley stood astride the vampire’s body, fists clenched and face red with fury.  Buffy was frozen where she lay on her back, neck bleeding where fangs had been ripped away from her.  She propped herself up on her elbows to watch the outcome of the pissing contest.  She had a favourite combatant; but he wasn’t from Iowa and that knowledge paralysed her.  She was feeling apprehension at potential hurt, and she knew that if it came down to it she’d jump in to protect the vampire. 

Wow.  Gulp City.  

That had sneaked up on her out of nowhere: when had she moved from ‘Hot horny vampire, Buffy want’ to ‘keep your meaty hands off my...’ what?  What was he to her?  This was all too much. 

Spike knew mortal danger when he saw it.  The soldier boy was well capable of ripping off his head with his bare and oversized hands.  And he was helpless; chipped and gelded. Time seemed to slow as Riley drew back a fist to start the assault…and it never came.  The soldier looked down to where his fist was straining against a force stopping it from connecting with the vampire’s face.  Fingers.  Small, strong fingers gripping his fist in a steely snare.  

“Buffy!  Let go…He’s got to pay for messing with you…” 

Blue eyes met hers before the lids descended to shroud them from her view.  Spike couldn’t bear to watch as she backtracked away from the intimacy they’d shared, right back into the arms of the hulking creep.  No, he’d close his eyes and remember her glorious beneath him – that’s the moment he’d be in as he dusted.  

Buffy maintained her crippling grip on Riley’s fist.  Seeing Spike close his eyes against her hurt more than she’d care to admit; as if she could let Riley harm him.  After all, she’d come to Spike, not the other way round.  And against a human, Spike was defenceless. 

“No.  Riley, I’m sorry.  But that’s not gonna happen.” she uttered softly. 

Riley turned to her, sneering.  “No?  Did you say ‘no’?  You haven’t forgotten how to say no then?  Look at you – covered in bites and scratches like a two-bit whore.  I’m ashamed to call you my girlfriend, Buffy.” 

A beat. 

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t.” 

Spike opened his eyes.  Buffy still had Riley’s fist immobilised in her smaller hand and was a vision of determination standing wrapped in his bed sheet, hair all tousled, lips swollen from kissing.  Had she really just said what he thought she’d said? 

“What?” 

“I said, Riley, that maybe you shouldn’t call me your girlfriend.  Hell, maybe it’s for the best anyway.  If I disgust you, walk away.  Oh wait…I let you dust Spike and poof, no more whore?  Nice.  Leave now.” 

The downed vampire couldn’t help the grin from stealing over his face.  This was a right treat! Not only was he not a big pile of dust but he was also going to be witness to the shooting down of the big tin soldier.  Awesome. 

“What, leave you to this…freak?  Is that all you’re good for, Buffy?  Becoming a vampire’s slut?  Again?  I guess Dracula wasn’t enough for you.” 

The sound of her fist connecting with his face bounced off the walls of the crypt.  Riley’s cheek bore the stark white outlines of her knuckles; Buffy’s hands were now up across her mouth, her face a mask of horror. 

“Riley…I… I’m sorry…” 

“Forget it.  It’s good to know exactly what you want.  Frankly, after all that weird stuff you wanted to try lately, it’s a relief -- I wouldn’t touch you with somebody else’s.  I thought you were something special, Buffy, but boy did I get it wrong.  You’re beneath me.  In fact you’re welcome to each other – two disgusting monsters wallowing in filth.” 

Buffy’s eyes glittered hard.  “Is that right?  Riley, you are so wrong about me.  And about Spike -- that ‘monster’ is more of a man than you could ever be.  I’m glad you’ve found out about us, saves me the trouble of making up a sob story to spare your feelings.  Now, if you don’t mind…” 

“Oh, don’t worry.  I’m leaving.  But the next time I see him,” he pointed to the bemused figure of Spike lounging on the floor, “will be the last time he looks on this world.” 

“Oh, just try it, you pillock!” 

“Spike, leave this to me.  Riley, I think you should go, and if you lay a hand on him I’ll make you hurt in places you can’t even imagine.  Maybe I am a monster, but I’m finally starting to see that normal is never going to work for the Slayer.  I’m beneath you?  That’s a laugh.  You wouldn’t know what to do with the real me.  Remember the workouts?  I said I might have held back a little?  Well I held back a lot; otherwise you’d still be in a hospital bed.  And the sex?  It was nice, mostly, but did it have to be so hup, two, three, four, all the time?   Jeez, it was like following military orders!  I’ve had more orgasms with Spike in the last ten days than you could give me in …ten years.   Never wonder why I’d jump out of bed and disappear to the bathroom after our ‘lovemaking’ as you called it?  Wasn’t the electric toothbrush working overtime.  You just don’t cut it.” 

Spike started to clap lazily, “Nice speech, love.” 

“Shut up!” both Riley and Buffy yelled at him. 

“This is priceless, Buffy.  The vampire slayer can only get off when boning the walking corpse she should be dusting?  It’d almost be funny if it wasn’t so warped.  Oh, I’m going, don’t worry.  I don’t want to be any part of this perverted sideshow.  But remember…watch your back, Hostile 17.” 

Riley sauntered over to the ladder and began his ascent.  Buffy raged at the bottom, pacing against the sheet wrapping itself round her legs.  As his feet disappeared through the hole in the floor, she shuffled over to the bottom of the ladder and screamed after him.  

“And by the way, Riley…size does matter, also it’s not okay to omit the foreplay because you’re too tired and no…I don’t get off on the smell of your ARMPITS!” 

With a flounce she turned back to see Spike bent double howling with laughter. 

“Now, that, pet, was bloody funny!”  

“Glad you think so.  But be serious, Spike, he’s out to do you damage.  And you with your handicap; I’m worried what he’ll do.” 

Spike got to his feet, glib comment dying on his lips.  He prowled over to where she stood gripping the sheet in front of her.  

“Hey, pet.  Shhhhh.  Don’t you fret about me.  I can take care of myself you know.  Been doin’ it for years.  Let him bring it on, I’m ready.” 

“But you’re not; what can you do – he’s human, Spike.  As in, the type of thing you can’t fight.  And much as I’d like to, I can’t be here always….” 

Softly.  “You’d like to…?” 

She looked at him then, his eyes sapphire blue and shining with unshed tears.  Gulp.  With one step she was back inside his embrace and all was well with the world. 

“Spike…I don’t know what’s happened to me.  I need you…every second of the day I need you.  If I’m not touching you, I’m thinking about you.  What is it, why am I feeling this way?” 

“Well, pet – I am devastatingly handsome and bloody sexy…but yeah, I see your problem.  See thing is, you’ve always thought of yourself as a home-grown American girl – all blond and bouncy, Miss Mom’s Apple Pie.  And you are, that’s true.  But you’re also descended from this ancient power and in some ways nature overrules your nurture…and what all.  There’s a darkness inside you…ah ah ah…don’t be so quick to jump down my throat, love.  I’ll bet Drac saw that in you, wanted to show you the way to the dark path.  Don’t you know he ‘yearns for you, he has searched for you’ … if you didn’t catch the speech, you didn’t miss much.  But he’s right, he probably has been yearning for you; the demon inside of us is drawn like to like, and much as you want to deny it, the Slayer part of you is closer to being a demon than you think.” 

“No, that can’t be right.  Giles would have told me…I’m not a demon…” 

“No, pet, you’re not.  But you’re not entirely human either.  Did you never wonder where your power came from?  I’ve tasted you, love.  I recognise the source.  We’re the same, Buffy.  Vampires are hybrids – human and demon combined; sometimes the demon is stronger and the human characteristics don’t stand a chance against it.  But occasionally – and yours truly stands here as proof positive – the humanity is able to imprint some measure of control over the demon.  Yeah, you’ve only got a sliver of demon, but it’s in there.  That’s why Captain Stouthead didn’t cut it for you.  You need a little monster in your man.  I’ve always thought it.  Let me be that monster.” 

There was silence.  Buffy was struggling with the thought of being the very thing she fought against; was he right?  Could it be true?  Spike, on the other hand, was kicking himself for overwhelming her with his thoughts.  But he’d spent a lot of time since the beating Drac’s goons gave him, sitting alone in his crypt and wondering why his every waking and even unwaking notion was awash with the Slayer. It just slipped from his lips without him being in control.  Never was a hesitant vamp… 

“I…I have to go, Spike.  I should have been at Mom’s for dinner last night and she’ll be worried.  I’ll be back later, I promise.  I just need to think things through.” 

Gently, Buffy placed a tender kiss on his lips, one hand stroking down the angular planes of his cheeks and coming to rest on the back of his neck as she warmed his flesh with hers.  Spike relished the feel of her, storing up every moment against the possibility of this being the last time. 

And even if it was, it had been worth it. 

“It’s ok pet; don’t fret.  I’ll be here when you come back.  Really, there’s nowhere else I want to be...” 

Buffy stroked his face lovingly, heart aching as she saw his eyes close and he leaned his cheek into her waiting palm.  He was so beautiful, long lashes shadowing his cheek, lips full and moist and begging to be kissed.  She had to go, before she fell into his bed again. 

Spike felt the air swish as she moved away from him.  He couldn’t watch as she dressed, not knowing if this would be the last time he’d see her without a stake in her hand.  The things she’d said, things she’d done – it made him too hopeful for their future together, but stacked against that was their shared history – and it didn’t bode well.  

He heard the creak of the ladder as she started to ascend.  He kept his gaze averted, finding something of great interest at his feet.  

“Spike.  Believe in me…I am coming back.” 

Then she was gone.

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