Monster in Her Man

by Spikesdeb

Chapter 3

Spike growled.  Dracula was truly insane.  Wedding preparations?  Over his extremely undead body… 

Buffy snarled at the legendary vampire; she may be temporarily incapacitated by unyielding iron but she was NOT going to be the hapless female signing up for his weird idea of happy families.  And besides, what would Spike think?  ‘There I go again….Spike, Spike, Spike!  One track mind girl has taken control in hormone central.’ 

While Dracula preened himself and strutted in front of his captive, Spike narrowed his eyes and sought a solution to the immediate problem.  So, the poncey git actually thought he could lay clammy hands on his girl, did he?  Not going to happen.  ‘Think, Spike…’ 

Dracula oozed smarmy sincerity from his pasty pores as he flashed his dazzling white smile at the Slayer.  Spike snorted – as if those were his own teeth!  God, before the magic of cosmetic dentistry was readily available Drac had sported a mouthful of tombstones.  But credit where it’s due, it was a lovely job – even retained fully functional fangs and all.  ‘Focus Spike…Buffy’s manacled; insane master vampire wanting to take her as his bride.’ 

Odds would be considerably shortened if the Slayer played tag with him in his all-in wrestling match; first order of business therefore was to get her free. 

“Look, Drac…I’ll make a deal with you.  You want to wed the Slayer here… all well and good, although personally I think you’re making a big mistake.  Got quite a temper on her, you know, as well as a tendency to whittle wood into lethal points.  Yammers on something painful too.  But thing is – I earmarked this one long before you came on the scene with your mysterious smoke and velvet cape.  I’ve been stalking her for years now, getting to know her friends, palling up with her mum and all.  Was just about to drain me my third Slayer when you come to town and bugger things up.  There’s etiquette ‘bout this stuff, and you know it.  This is my hunting ground, you can’t just take my kills without a trade off.” 

He heard the gasp behind him, was aware of the hurt look he’d see if he turned to look into the Slayer’s eyes.  He willed her to understand that he didn’t mean what he was saying.   But if he could lull Drac into thinking he was cooperating, he’d have a better shot at freeing Buffy and trouncing the sad, slimy git once and for all. 

Dracula paused to consider; he’d already ruined a good silk shirt brawling with William the Bloody on his previous visit to Sunnydale and he was almost certain he’d heard a rip in his second-best cloak when he was rolling about on the dungeon floor.  A vampire with his reputation had to keep up appearances and such things did not come cheap.  He’d listen to the impudent whelp.  Anyway he was intrigued that it had taken so long for the notorious warrior to take down this Slayer; if he’d been here for years then either the vampire was slipping or Buffy Summers was trickier than she looked.  Most of all, he really didn’t want to part with Spike’s cash.  Had it all earmarked out for some silky waistcoats and willing virgins to unbutton them. 

“Very vell – vhat do you propose?” 

 Spike stifled a sigh of relief and hid his shaking hands by lighting another cigarette.  He took the time to compose himself, dragging on the cigarette and blowing out the smoke before he answered. 

“For a start there’s the little matter of that thirty grand…don’t seem right you holding on to my dosh when you didn’t keep your end of the bargain.  I’d never have had you down as a welcher, Drac – give it back.” 

Damn.  Still, words were cheap and he had plenty of them to splash around.  “Zat can be arranged… But I still haven’t heard anyzing zat vould convince me to call off my volves.  And as you can see, I really do have ze Slayer at my mercy.  You vould have to be very persuasive indeed.” 

“Maybe this’ll help you make your mind up.”  Spike gripped a stake in his left hand, point mere inches from Dracula’s chest.  He’d used the time Drac had been pontificating to sneak the weapon out of his back pocket.  He smirked; who was the master vampire now? 

“Don’t be stupid, Villiam, you know zat I can disappear.  You have seen me do it many times, I vould be gone before you could pierce my skin.  Vhy do you persist in doing zis?” 

“Don’t like to lose.  Don’t like being pissed on by some poof in a big girl’s blouse.  And I don’t like any ponce touching my bird.” 

Dracula and Buffy both gasped in sync.  “Your what?” 

“Ah, erm…well…hey!  Who’s the one with the stake here?  Have a little respect.” 

“Spike,” Buffy murmured, her voice deceptively sweet, “what’s a ‘bird’?” 

“S’alright, petal, it’s a term of endearment, trust me.  It is!” 

Buffy jingled her manacles again in an emphatic plea to be released; it gave Spike the chance to rush Drac when the dark haired vampire turned to the source of the noise, the stake actually drawing blood as the tip broke the skin over his heart.  Dracula stilled, eyes wide as he realised he’d underestimated William the Bloody.  Any movement and the stake would pierce his heart and no flashy gypsy trick could help him then.  For the trick to work he needed to disperse his bodily form just before the stake hit pay dirt – but that depended on him having enough time to do that.  And the pressure at his breastbone informed him that time was something he was rapidly running out of. 

Spike pressed the stake in a little further and held out one hand.  He grinned as the cold metal key for the manacles was placed on his palm and he curled his fingers around it.  Yeah, he was still the Big Bad.  Without looking he tossed the key to Buffy, who caught it easily and made fast work of unlocking the restraints, despite the awkward position of her hands.  A blur of movement heralded her arrival right in front of the two vampires, extremely pissed off and ready for a set-to.   

Vampire senses went on red alert as they recognised vengeful Slayer about to strike; made their blood run…well…not, as it happened.  Spike held on to the stake, battling to ignore the “RUN” message struggling to make it through to his feet.  He was pretty sure she wasn’t really upset with him, but she was tricky – he hadn’t been lying to Drac earlier.  He tried a lopsided smile, the tongue curl, bit of a head tilt – nope, that really wasn’t going to cut it, judging by the icy glint in her eyes and the straight line of her mouth.  Probably needed to calm down a bit of time before she’d cut him some slack.  Fair enough, he did kinda say he wanted to kill her… 

“So – not as sure of yourself now are you oh ‘Prince of Darkness’?  No snappy lines about yearning, no sprouting wings and dive-bombing me?  Tsssk, you’re slipping.” 

Spike’s amusement rumbled in his chest and Dracula whimpered plaintively as he felt the stake draw ever nearer to his heart.    

“And I don’t know what you’re laughing at, Spike.  Gonna drain your third Slayer, huh?”  Green eyes glittering and hard – definitely not amused. 

“I can explain…” 

“You’d better.  Now, do I have to leave you boys alone to duke it out or can we cut the crap and get on with it?” 

“Slayer, I offer you immortality, to spend your days vith me, surrounded by opulence and vealth.  Vhat can zis stripling offer you that can compare to zat?” 

Buffy’s snort of laughter died as she turned her attention to said stripling, who was presently hanging his head in self-doubt.  That was the question, really, wasn’t it? 

Spike’s head snapped up at her reply.  “I really don’t know – but I’m damn well going to find out.   Spike?  What did you mean before about ‘dosh’?  Is that a vampire thing?” 

“No Slayer, it’s a money thing.  Old Drac here was supposed to leave town never to return, paid him thirty grand and let his boys work me over for the privilege.  Should have known he wouldn’t keep his word.” 

Buffy’s face showed her surprise.  The cuts and bruises, the limp – he’d actually let Dracula beat him up?  And paid him money to go away?  Why would he do that? 

“But…why would you…?” 

“Seemed like a good idea at the time.  It‘s no big deal, had me a right rollicking workout with some nasty demon types and got the old blood flowing.  All kinds of fun was had.” 

“And you did that for me?” 

“Not entirely -- fitted in with my plans, you know?  Poncey git comes into my town and tries to take over?  What would that do to my already ripped to shreds reputation?  Vamps have standards too, you know.” 

Almost convincing. 

Buffy flashed him a warm smile; the ice in her eyes was definitely melting.  Big Bad…yeah, with a soft and mushy centre. 

“Ok, this is what’ll happen.  Count Dracula – I think you should melt back into the shadows and become a myth again.  If you’re desperate for fame, go trek to Hollywood, plenty of B-movie makers there who’d be happy to give you screen time.  William the Bloody – you’ll forget about the money and walk out of here with me now.  Ah ah ah… the way you live?  Doesn’t seem to me you’ve done very well with the money anyway, so you won’t miss it.  That’s the deal, boys.  If it’s not to your liking, then fine – Spike can ram the stake home, one less vampire for me to dust and I’m sure we can fight our way through the dregs of your army of minions.  Be kinda fun.” 

She let the offer dangle for a little while, Spike pressing the stake further into Drac’s chest without any prompting.  What a team they made.   

“So, what’s it to be?  Dusty demise or fame and fortune?  Countdown starts now…” 

Dracula’s hiss of rage as his fangs descended lasted mere moments before a cloud of dust surrounded the two blonds.  Buffy inhaled without thinking, choking on the desiccated remains of her ancient enemy and Spike dropped the stake to pat her on the back. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine…could do with a drink… Let’s get out of here.” 

They started walking down the cavern stopping to gather the rifle and crossbow that Spike had stashed earlier.  “Guns, Spike?  Never useful…” 

“Yeah, I’ll try to remember that, Slayer, if we make it out of here.” 

Couple of dozen minions later, including the weeping widows who were now blowing in the wind with their late husband, Dracula, the Slayer and her vampire lover made it to the cavern entrance.  The sky was beginning to lighten heralding a new day.  Thing was, what would the new day hold? 

“Well, Slayer, looks like I’d better get myself all cosied up in the darkness.  Don’t feel up to playing peek-a-boo with Mr Sunshine after the night I’ve had.” 

The unspoken invitation lay heavy between them.   

“Well, I should probably head on home too…” 

Spike stifled his disappointment.  She was right, she should.  Didn’t mean he wanted her to though.  “Yeah, maybe that’s best.” 

Warm fingers laced with his cooler ones, her firm grip burning his skin.  “But just to see you don’t get into any more trouble, I’ll walk you home.” 

The automatic snide retort died on his lips.  Being walked home by the Slayer?  She wasn’t kicking him into touch just yet then… 

They walked in silence for a while, breaking into a run as dawn threatened to beat them before they reached the crypt.  Spike burst through the door only slightly singed, Buffy standing on the threshold.  Blue eyes locked on hazel, emotions strung out between them, each unsure of what was happening here.   

“Er…you fancy a nightcap, Slayer?” 

“Thought you’d never ask…” 

With one step she was through the door and in his arms.  Firm lips met hers; the arms she’d ached to be wrapped in held her close, almost crushing her.  Clinging to him like she couldn’t get close enough, she wrapped her legs around his back, locking her ankles to keep herself in place as he started to walk, still kissing her like there was no tomorrow. 

“Door…” she managed to gasp out against his lips.  Spike backed up and kicked the door shut, surprising Buffy when he turned and slammed her up against it.  He had one hand braced at the side of her head, the other firmly gripping her ass as he ground his groin against her heat.  Buffy’s fingers tangled in the unruly curls at the nape of his neck drawing him ever closer as she devoured him.  This surge of lust she felt every time he was near, this need to connect…was it what she could expect always?  God she hoped so! 

Spike crouched down a little to take her weight on his thigh as he snaked the hand from her ass and round between them, unfastening his jeans and shoving them down.  Buffy’s strangled cry against his mouth as his very obvious hard-on thwacked her as it sprung free had him chuckling.  Now he had to think – how the fuck was he going to get her out of her jeans? 

“Christ, Slayer, ever considered wearing a skirt?  Might be handy…” 

“Buffy…call me Buffy…I love how it sounds coming from your mouth…” 

Even more obvious hard-on now…. 

“Buffy…god, love…ok, stop moving…aaaaaargh, no fair…” 

Buffy’s hand was now firmly wrapped around his cock and squeezing rhythmically.  “Don’t want to lose the momentum, honey.  I have plans for you.  And you’re gonna need this.” 

Spike saw spots before his eyes.  ‘Always thought it was a bloody figure of speech’ 

With a burst of vampiric strength the denim was ripped to shreds, the crotch seam giving way under the onslaught, and Buffy found herself suddenly filled with engorged cock.  No time for preliminaries – just the desperate need to be joined. Exactly what she wanted. 

The remnants of her jeans flapped around her, still attached to her booted feet.   Spike had his head nestling on her neck, his forehead leaning against the door as he thrust into her, hard.  Buffy screamed with pleasure at the touch of his fingers on her nipple, the coolness of his flesh heightening the sensation as the nub hardened almost painfully.  The lick of his tongue along her jugular removed her last vestige of self-control and she started babbling his name and begging him to move harder, faster, to bite her… 

‘What the fuck?  Bite her?’ 

He raised his head, quelling the demon that was all too eager to do exactly what she asked.  Buffy was biting down on her lower lip, even white teeth worrying away at the pink flesh.  Then she snaked out her moist tongue and licked the swollen flesh, eyes wide and fixed on his.  “Please…I need you to…please, Spike…” 

Fight over.  Fangs lengthened, brow ridged, growl built.  “You’re mine, Buffy…all mine…” 

She nodded, unable to speak as she felt the pain of penetration that followed the delicious pressure of the twin fangs on her yielding flesh, felt the trickle of blood that escaped his rapturous suckling and rolled slowly down her breast.  The pain melted away as he took her blood, timing the pulls at her neck with the thrust of his cock deep inside her slick pussy.  It wasn’t pretty, but it was real, and it was what they both needed right now.  A sweep of his tongue across the wound his fangs left had her convulsing around his length, her muscles milking him and taking what she wanted.  Spike sought out her lips with his, the tang of her own blood exciting her even as it revolted her when she sucked his tongue inside her mouth and bit down on it hard.  New ripples of pleasure ran through her as he thrust even harder, so hard she was sure she was heading through the solid wood door and out into the graveyard.  With a howl, Spike climaxed, his cool semen hitting her womb and triggering another orgasm that eclipsed the one still spiralling through her.   

And they hadn’t even made it to the bed yet. 

Panting, Buffy unwrapped her legs from around Spike’s back and tried them out for sturdiness as he lowered her to the floor.  ‘Weak, wobbly, and virtually useless – how does he do that,’ she wondered dazedly.  She leant up against his sculpted chest, pouting as she realised he was still wearing his t-shirt and there was no nipple to nibble.  She gazed down and couldn’t help laughing when she spotted his half-mast jeans and matching cock, eager to play again.   

“What now, Buffy?  Hardly doing my ego any favours, love.” 

“I’m sorry, baby…it’s just – you look so funny with your jeans half-on.” 

“Wouldn’t throw stones, pet – you seen yourself lately?” 

Buffy checked out her apparel, having to concede that in the ridiculous stakes she probably won hands down…pants down even.  

They giggled softly, eyes meeting and noting the emotions on show there.  The intensity scared them both a little, immediately sobering the mood.  Spike’s palm cupped Buffy’s face as he bestowed a single, sweet kiss to her bruised lips.  “Come to bed, love,” he whispered.  “Want to hold you.” 

Buffy nodded, unable to form words.  She was scared; this wasn’t a fight and fuck deal, she couldn’t kid herself that’s all it was anymore.  She had so many emotions warring inside her whenever she was near him.  She knew what she should be feeling, hell Giles had drilled her relentlessly on the whole ‘vampire bad – slayer kill’ riff.  But the last thing she wanted to do was kill him.   

A moment of pure clarity hit her.   

She’d fallen in love with him…how could she…but she had.  Adding it all up, all the fighting, the dancing they’d done over the years, the fact that she’d never been able to kill him, the fact that she felt safe and secure in the arms of the creature she should be staking, the fact that she thought she’d die if she never got to kiss him again – she loved him. 

She saw the same look she knew she wore on his face.  Gulp.   

“Yes, Spike.  Take me to bed; I need to…I have to tell you something.” 

Hurriedly pulling up the jeans so that he could walk, he gently lifted her into his arms and made his way over to the opening to the lower crypt, his eyes never leaving hers.  He jumped down, landing softly, and then laid her on the bed.  Buffy lay back, closing her eyes in bliss as she felt strong fingers remove her boots and the shredded jeans, felt the bed dip as he coaxed her to sit up while he slipped her shirt off over her head.  She lay back, naked to his gaze, hair spread on the pillow beneath her, but he needed to see more.  He could make out her form with his enhanced eyesight, but his golden girl deserved light.  Candles were soon lit and bathing her nude body in gleaming illumination.  Buffy turned her head to see him shrug out of the jeans and toe off his boots, the t-shirt skimmed off and tossed down to join the pile of clothes behind him.   

She couldn’t stifle a gasp.  He was glorious, not an imperfection on his body as he was outlined in the soft light of the candles.  Muscles well defined but not bulky as they rippled beneath velvet skin, abs flexing above the dark curls of his groin when he started to prowl towards her.  Her pulse rocketed, eyes wide and mouth dry as she drank him in.   

Moving slowly he lay on the bed at her side and tenderly stroked her hair away from her flushed cheeks.  Another soft kiss, just as sweet as the one upstairs, but this time he lazily opened her lips and snaked his tongue inside to sweep around hers.  This must be ecstasy, this feeling he was creating with his actions.  She needed to tell him that, he deserved it.  She’d seen his doubt when Dracula was baiting him about what he could offer her.  This.  He could offer her this.  Everything. 

“Spike…” 

He leaned up on one elbow looking down on her with gentle eyes while his free hand played with her golden tresses.  “What, love?” 

“This thing we have…what is it to you?” 

What a question!  Everything, that was all…every sodding good thing in his life.  His reason for not being dust, his reason for opening his eyes in the evening.  Yeah, that’s exactly what to say to have her sprinting out and away from the crazy obsessed vampire. 

“I love… being with you, Buffy, you know I do.  You make me ache…in the best way.  Love…touching you.” 

“But what is it?  Is it a fling, a temporary insanity?  You vampire, me slayer…what’s wrong with this picture?” 

Spike failed to hide the pain in his eyes; so this was the thing.  This was where she said ‘thanks for the shag, now I have to go play at being the good girl’.  Yeah, that figured. 

But Buffy noticed the stiffening of his shoulders, the bowed head.  And it hurt her to think she’d caused him pain.  Any last reservation melted away as she grabbed for his hand, still twisted in her hair, and linked his fingers. 

“Shall I tell you?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing is wrong.  In fact, everything is right.  I’m never going to have the two point five kids and a white picket fence.  Hell, I probably won’t live long enough to even think about that.  I have to live in the now, Spike, seize the day kind of thing.  I don’t want to waste any more time with mixed signals and doing what my Watcher and my friends think I should be doing.  It’s time I did what I want to do.  And I want you.  It feels right when I’m with you.” 

Spike’s head snapped up, amazement and bewildered confusion chasing over his features.   

“You mean…” 

“I mean, Spike, and god this is harder than I thought…I…think…no I know that I…kinda love you.” 

It wasn’t the most forceful declaration of love in the world, wouldn’t go down as a ‘Great Romantic Declaration of Our Time’, but it was the most wonderful thing Spike had ever heard.   

“Say that again.” 

“I love you, you big dork!  Now kiss me.” 

One gobsmacked vampire hurried to do as he was told.  No question who had the upper hand in this relationship.  She did.  No contest.  

“Do you…do you love me?” Buffy’s little voice ghosted across his lips.  Did she really not know? 

“Buffy…I love you so much, I think I’ll burst; you’re in my gut, my dreams.  Don’t know how you got in there, but you’re setting up shop right here.”  He splayed his hand across his chest, over his heart.  “I want to be a better man for you, love.  I’ll try…” 

“Don’t want a better man, want you.  Fangs and all…in fact…”  With a glint of devilment in her eyes, Buffy bit down on the soft part of the arm resting beside her head eliciting a growl from her vampire.   

“Should be careful about biting a vampire, love.  Never know what might happen.” 

“Oh promises, promises…I’m counting on it.  Then later we have to tell my mom.  And then the Scoobies too, explain about the marks.” 

“Bloody hell, I must be dreaming!  But maybe not show your mum, yeah?” 

“Yeah, maybe not.”

THE END 

So………….I made it Spuffy!  Yay me!  Sorry for those wanting more Riley bashing but this was always about my two favourites.  You’ll have to just take it from me that he was dumped and dissed.  :D

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