You Only Unlive Twice

by Spikesdeb

Chapter 2

Panting for air as her sweat-soaked body quivered with aftershocks, Buffy was not immediately aware that William was standing in the doorway on the edge of her peripheral vision.  She gasped when she saw him, her fantasy vanishing.  He was really there, devouring her with intense golden eyes, one hand roughly stroking his all too obvious erection whilst the other discarded his suit jacket. 

Those demonic eyes had her riveted, almost hypnotic in their intensity.  Without further thought and never taking her eyes from his, Buffy stretched then ran her hands through her hair so it lay on the pillow like a golden cloud.  She then skimmed fingertips down over her face slowly, oh so slowly.  On reaching her mouth, she snaked out her tongue to capture a finger on her right hand, her left continuing downwards to cup her breast and caress her rapidly erect nipple.  She sucked the finger further into her mouth, moaning around it and flicking her tongue out so that he could see the moist, pink tip as she licked at her flesh.  Gazes still locked, Buffy slowly slid the digit in and out of her lips while her hips undulated rhythmically in time with the sucks.  She pushed the covers out of the way with a foot and a hint of challenge appeared in her eyes.   

He couldn’t hold back the demon any longer.  Spike vamped.  His forehead ridged and his teeth elongated into fangs as he stared, mesmerised, at his woman sprawling wantonly across his bed.  The jacket was a forgotten heap on the floor; his rock hard cock in danger of bursting through the straining flies of his trousers.   

“Hard day?” she cooed. 

“Getting to be,” he growled, grabbing at his tie to loosen it.   

He was desperate to be on her, in her, fucking and feeding. But as he slid the silky knot down, he became aware of Buffy’s hungry gaze.  Summoning control, he slowed…tug, tug, tug…. making its removal a sensual tease.  Buffy squeaked as the knot slipped off the end, so he yanked the length of silk from under the shirt collar and through his hands.  She shivered, the scent of her arousal flooding his nostrils. 

Inhaling deeply to savour her musk, he dropped the tie carelessly to the floor and slowly opened the top button of his shirt, taking a step towards the bed…then the next, and another step…another button…. step….  As he reached the divan, he grasped the shirt and ripped it open, scattering the remaining buttons across Buffy’s naked form to ping off and roll to the floor.   

Hypersensitive skin felt sharp taps when the buttons struck her flesh and she arched her back instinctively to find some release for the pressure building inside her. She was beyond aroused.  Her eyelids fluttered as she cupped both breasts together, rubbing and teasing her nipples between forefingers and thumbs.  Spike could see the sheen of sweat covering her golden body and longed to lap at it with his rough vampire tongue. 

Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she turned her head when she heard the jangle of his belt-buckle.  She was no more than two inches from his stiff cock as it strained against his trousers, straining the cloth as he undid the belt then flipped the button.  Oh, and she could smell him, his unique aroma that had almost made her swoon that night in the Bronze.  God, she wanted to taste him so badly, take his cock into her mouth and suck it so far in that she gagged.  Thoughts of him spending spurts of cool semen into her hot mouth caused another flood of moisture from her pussy and she moved her hands to tangle between her thighs, scrabbling to get some relief. 

Hypnotised, she watched the zipper as it slowly rolled down on its own, the monster wanting out of the cage.  She licked suddenly dry lips as Spike grasped the thick shaft and languorously stroked himself, up ….and down; up… and down; up….and down.  A pearly drop of come oozed from the slit and Buffy watched it roll down his length and over his fist to disappear into the dark curls at the base.  Suddenly realising she wasn’t breathing, she dragged in air and panted, her hazel eyes dark with lust and fixed on the hand of her demon as he speeded up his strokes.  Unconsciously, she was thrusting her own fingers deep inside herself to the same rhythm, rubbing her clit with a thumb and clenching her thighs together to increase the sensations. 

Spike stilled his hand.  His cock bobbed invitingly in front of her face as he threw off the ruined shirt.  With a shimmy of his hips, the trousers pooled around his feet.  Suddenly, Buffy lunged at him, her hands, sticky with her juices, grabbing his buttocks and digging in her nails, her moist mouth enveloping his considerable length almost entirely.  As she continued to glide further down his shaft, she opened her throat and he almost came there and then when she growled around him, her tongue caressing his stiffness. 

He let out a strangled “Buffy!” and tried to buck away; it only made her dig her nails in even more.  She knew what she wanted.  Looking up at him as she knelt on the bed, her hair cascading over one shoulder and her cheeks puffed out to accommodate his girth, she slowly released him from her mouth, swirling her tongue along the sensitive tip and nipping him gently.  Spike closed his eyes and threw back his head as he tried to keep control; he was losing the battle.   

Buffy closed her mouth over his cock again, pumping it in and out of her heat at an ever increasing pace, bringing one hand round to cup his balls and squeeze firmly.  And as she moaned his name around his length, he tensed and shot thick spurts of come into her greedy mouth, watching with fascination as she swallowed it down and licked him clean. 

Sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smile on her face, Buffy was taken by surprise when Spike pushed her backwards onto the bed and grabbed her heels to pull her towards him.  When he had her arranged with her pussy aligned with the edge of the mattress, he kicked off the trousers, which were suddenly impeding him, scrambling his shoes and socks off quickly with a combination of feet and hands.  At last, he knelt between her thighs, still in game face, and inhaled deeply of her scent.  Gripping her hips, he dipped his head and licked up the inside of each thigh, his rough tongue, raising goosebumps in its wake.  Buffy thrust her hips upwards, seeking his touch.    

William’s mastery of foreplay was a whole new language.  He would have played some more, worshipping her aching flesh.  Spike wanted to fuck her, ravenously, with his tongue, his cock, his fingers.  As he thrust his tongue deep inside her Buffy whimpered with pleasure.  Replacing it with two fingers, then three, he hand-fucked her as he moved his mouth up her body to close over one nipple, swirling his cool tongue around it until it puckered almost painfully.  Blowing across the wet nub, he watched Buffy throw her head back to dig into the mattress, her mouth a silent ‘o’ of pleasure.  Her gleaming neck filled his vision, the pulse pounding in his ears, her delicious blood pumping just below the surface.  As his hand stilled, his fingers buried deep within her, Buffy tipped her head up to look at him.  His eyes were glazed with need.  She knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do.  And she desperately wanted him to do it too. 

Holding his yellow gaze with her own, she deliberately reached around to hold her hair away from her neck. 

“Now, Spike.  Bite me now” she whispered fiercely. 

The demon roared and then he was on her, his body pressed full length against her, one hand still playing with her clit, her pussy, the other fisted in her hair bending her head back as he sank his fangs into her neck taking long draughts of her rich blood.  Buffy could feel the tug of him suckling her neck and the cool blood that escaped to drip onto her breast. Her orgasm hit so hard she screamed as she convulsed around his fingers.  It was primeval, sound without form, and the demon loved it.  As she arched into his touch, she pulled him tight against her and instinctively bit down to mark him as hers.  As his blood gushed over her tongue, she swallowed down the rich fluid without thought, mewling against his neck.   

His demon was ecstatic!  Shuddering as he continued to drink from her sun-kissed flesh, Spike bucked against her and spurted semen along her mound, her belly. 

Withdrawing his fangs and tenderly licking the wound shut, Spike raised himself above her, resting on his elbows and stroking her hair.  He felt the ragged wound she had made below his right ear pulse with exquisite pain.  The demon receded, satiated, and the chiselled features of William slid back into place. 

Bending to softly kiss her lips, stained with his own blood, he licked her clean and whispered “Thank you”. 

Buffy smiled, reaching up to cradle his face in her hand.  “Thank YOU, William.  That was… earth-moving.” 

Wrapping her in a bear hug, he knelt up taking her with him to sit facing him on the bed.  He would never be able to eclipse the feelings running through him at that moment.  He’d held off giving her the “A to Z of Vampire Rituals” talk, but tonight he felt ready.   

“The thing is, Buffy, I need to explain what this means.  You remember the Bronze, the first time we made love?  When I bit you as we… The biting and the sex at the same time, it’s something special.  It means something to a vamp.” 

She looked at him quizzically, her head tilted to one side in an unconscious imitation of her lover.   

“And then tonight, you fed from me.  Only a little, I know, but still enough for… You see, luv…in vampire terms, once we’ve climaxed and bled together…. we’re mated, one.  Married, if you like.” 

Buffy’s gasp of surprise quickly turned into a giggle of delight as she launched herself at him, knocking him over and covering his face in kisses. 

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Two hours later, it was a wobbly Buffy that shakily got to her feet and shuffled to the bathroom.  Glancing back at the bed, she smiled at the sight of her vampire lover lying prone, tangled in silk sheets, the curve of his buttocks just visible as his legs dangled over the edge of the mattress, arms splayed in “splat” formation.  She giggled and scooted off to freshen up as he groaned and rolled over onto his back, his right arm coming up to cover his face. 

“Fuck Buffy!  What the hell have you done to my demonic stamina?  I shouldn’t be panting like an overheated spaniel after a mere three hours of lovemaking.  Buffy?” 

He sat up, resting back on his elbows and tilting his head to seek her out.  His face was split by a wide smile as she teetered back towards the bed and she pouted. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“You’re adorable kitten!  Your hair’s all mussed and you can’t walk in a straight line.  Come here.” 

William patted the bed to his side.  He hated to break the moment but he had to tell her about the mission.  Departure was at 0800, less than ten hours from now.  For the first time in his long career as a spy, he considered the merits of a desk job and found them appealing. 

She wasn’t going to make this easy, he realised as she curled up against him.  Her head was pillowed on his shoulder, her slender arm wrapped around his torso to lock him to her and her legs bent up to rest her knees across his thighs.  She smelled of sex and blood and warmth and he felt his cock twitch to life again.  Not helpful. 

“Sweetheart, I have an assignment.” 

He felt her stiffen beside him, her heart actually faltering then beating double before steadying to a slightly elevated rhythm.  He felt torn apart inside.  

She sat up to look at him, a tremulous smile fixed on her lips.   

“How long do we have?” 

What a woman!  No clinging, no begging.  He loved her with an intensity that stunned him.  Never in all of his life, and his un-life, had he ever felt such depth of emotions surging through his being.  She made him feel alive. 

He reached up to stroke her cheek gently, leaning his forehead against hers.   

“Until morning” he whispered. 

Buffy’s eyes clouded with pain, but she quickly recovered herself.   

“Then we’ve got tonight.” 

She started to sink into his embrace, stroking her hand across his sculpted chest.  Closing his eyes, Spike gathered all his self-control and grabbed her wrist, stilling her downward progress. 

“That’s not all, luv.  The mission’s not your usual one.” 

Falteringly, he explained that they’d had information about an organisation apparently intent on breeding super-babies.  $1 million was being offered to any couple that passed the screening process.  Successful applicants gathered on a remote island in Thailand, secretly owned by S.T.A.K.E., to prepare for the accelerated development programme.  The true purpose was genetic resequencing and the couples were forced to breed batches of demon mutants until the female died, ravaged by the constant birthing and often grotesquely incompatible spawn that resulted.  The male was exterminated, his usefulness expired. 

Buffy cringed.  She knew what was coming next and she felt sick to her stomach. 

“I have to go undercover, Buffy, as part of a couple.  A female agent will assume the role of my wife.  Don’t know how long it’ll be.” 

Buffy’s eyes filled with tears, a single silver drop running down her face.  Two hours earlier, she’d been bursting with happiness and pride when he’d told her she was his mate.  Now another woman would be his wife. And it didn’t make any difference that it was all an act.  

William hated himself for causing her pain and silently vowed he would make it up to her on his return, would show her how much he loved her. 

Crushing her to him, he murmured soft words of love as he kissed her hair, stroking her back as she sobbed silently, her shoulders heaving.

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