Chapters 1 & 2
Written by: Vampire Sedet
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*~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~*
Buffy, Willow and Cordelia were walking toward a beautiful
Victorian mansion.
"Spike said that all three of us were to meet him
here right?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah I think this is the right address,"
Willow confirmed reading the slip of paper that had the directions on
it.
"Well all I can say is that this better be a good reason to interrupt
my weekly manicure and pedicure," Cordelia scoffed looking at her unpolished nails, "I mean, I couldn't even get a base coat on first…
The
nerve of that walking dead guy."
"Cordy, it must be a good reason, why
else would Spike call us? Willow for her magic, me for my strength, and
you…" Buffy trailed off. "Well, I don't know why you would need to be there…
maybe he
needs you for bait," she said jokingly to the ex-prom queen.
Cordy just rolled her eyes and said, "Well at least I'm a natural brunette… Miss Clairol dye job #236." Buffy just looked at her and
stuck
out her tongue.
The girls continued on in silence until they knocked on
the door. The door was slightly ajar and the three of them entered the
mansion and took in the expanse of the estate. The entryway had a high
ceiling that portrayed wooden rafters. Hardwood graced the floors. Walking into the foyer, they saw plush carpeting on the staircase and
a
huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
At the top of the stairs stood
Spike – clad only in black jeans. No shoes, no socks, no shirt. What a sight
to behold. By the passionate look that he gave the three girls, they knew
why they had been summoned.
"Hello ladies!" he drawled sexily,
leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette. "I have something to
show you up here."
The trio ascended the stairs to follow the half-naked
vampire, the scent of arousal filling the room.
"Red, Princess,
Slayer. Follow me." And the girls watched the vampire saunter toward the
guest wing.
Willow and Cordy were placed in rooms side by side. The rooms
were made up of a double bed, a small powder room and a TV with VCR. The walls were covered in neutral tones of soft beige and cream
colours.
"I'll be back in due time… I only have fifteen minute intervals
with each of you at a time," he explained and then left closing the door behind him.
Standing in the hallway, Spike looked at Buffy and said,
"Ok, shall we get started?"
"Only fifteen minutes? That's not enough
time!" she said rubbing her hand down his naked back.
"I know pet,
but if I'm gonna get to all you girls, I need to spread m'self a little
thin. Besides it is quality, not quantity!" he appeased gently, cupping her
chin in his hand and placing a small yet tender kiss on her lips.
"Oh
okaaaayyyyy" she said with a big pout. "It's just that fifteen minutes goes
sooo quickly!" she whined.
"There, there now! None of that, or no orgasms
for you!"
"Ok Spike, I'll be good!" Buffy exclaimed clapping her hands
and jumping for joy.
"That's my little nymph of a
Slayer!"
Spike grasped Buffy's hand and led her to his master suite.
Buffy was looking at the décor, but was having a hard time describing the detail. It was giving her the wiggins.
Spike closed the door and
said, "OK, start the clock!"
And they're off!
The vampire pounces
on the bed attacking the slayer's clothing. The Slayer's hands roam all over
the chest and back of the vampire. Mouths connecting, as if their lives
depended on the duel of tongues. Hands pulling off jeans and Capri pants.
Bra and panties on the floor. Now the race is neck and neck as mouths
explore exposed flesh. Hands and fingers fondle and entice throbbing genitals. With minutes to spare he takes her swiftly, they land on
the
floor, with the Slayer taking the lead. She rides him hard for
all that she
is worth. She can feel his hand come between their writhing bodies to rub
her clit. The race is almost over as they head toward the finish line.
Panting…. Sweating…. Screaming…. Release….
Spike looks up at the
clock with ten seconds left.
"Well I guess Red is next!" He got up to put
his jeans on, leaving a heaving Buffy on the floor.
He bent down to
kiss her…
BBBBBBBBBBUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Buffy woke
up startled by the alarm above her. "Wait, that is odd. Why is my alarm
above my head? When did my bed feel like the floor???" She then discovered
that she was on the floor.
"Ohhh noooo!!!" she cringed, slowly trying to
get up and turning the alarm off. Bits and pieces of her dream started to
come back to haunt her.
"Holy Shit! I can't believe I dreamt of
Spike! Dreamt of sharing Spike! Dreamt of sharing Spike with Willow and Cordelia!
UUUGGGHHHH!!!" She shivered.
"I need a shower… A really hot
shower." But then she thought about how much she had enjoyed those
subconscious fifteen minutes.
"Maybe I need a cold shower." She blushed.
"A REALLY, long, cold shower," she declared grabbing her robe and headed for
the bathroom.
*~*~
Chapter 2 ~*~*
The vampire ran for his unlife; the Slayer of Sunnydale was chasing
him. He thought that he would have had an easy meal, but he was
wrong. The Slayer came up behind him, as he was about to leap on his
prey, a young red head walking to a magic shop. Suddenly the red
head turned around and mumbled some words, and then a bright light
appeared from her hands and was thrown at his chest.
The Slayer reached the vampire just after the magic light hit its
target. Willow had made up a new spell to simulate the sun, it
didn't really incinerate the vamps, but it was enough to confuse them
into thinking it was harmful.
Buffy came up with a roundhouse kick, knocking the vamp off his
feet. She had her stake ready to come down as the vamp rolled out of
the way. He got up and threw a left hook at her face; she dodged the
blow and came in with her own punches.
"You know, you could make this easier if you would just die
already!" She bantered with the vampire.
Another uppercut and a knee to his ribs, she jabbed the stake in his
back as he keeled over, and turned to dust.
A sigh escaped the Slayer's lips, "Ahhh. That was a good bit of
exercise this evening." Brushing off the dust from her leather pants.
"Willow, That was a good spell! It really wigg's out the vamps
enough for me to get them from behind." Buffy congratulated her
friend who was gathering up her magic herbs.
"Buffy that was close! We should not have them think they could get
that close to me." Willow said, slightly shaken.
"Willow, I don't think you should be afraid… Those vampires should be
the ones afraid of you. Your powers are really advancing!"
Buffy
replied.
"Well, yeah. I am doing more spells and reading more books on the
art. Plus Tara has so much natural power that when we work together,
we strengthen each others abilities." Willow said in her excited
mode.
Buffy just stared at her friend with amusement in her eyes. "Wills,
you soooo underestimate your courage." Buffy patted her friend on
the back as the proceeded to walk towards the cemetery.
"You know, I should do one more sweep of the cemetery, do you want to
meet me back at my house?" Buffy asked.
"Ya sure. I will go see how Tara and Dawn are doing."
Willow
answered.
"Ok, I'll meet you back there." As the two girls parted ways.
Buffy walked on for about 5 minutes. She got bored from the lack of
vampire activity, before she stood in front of Spike's crypt.
"Hmmm. I wonder what Spike is up to?"
She looked in the window and didn't see him. She looked at her watch, "11 o' clock and no sign of Spike. That's odd… Not
even
watching the TV." Curiosity killed Buffy's cat, and she knocked on
his door.
"Spike, you home?" She slowly walked inside and looked around.
"Spiiiiike… Come out, come out where ever you are…Ollie ollie oxen
free." She giggled.
She was at the back of the crypt to where the entrance to the
basement was, and most likely his bedroom.
"I always had a morbid curiosity about his bedroom, " as she
descended the stairs.
What she saw in the dimly lit room was unreal. She noticed a 4-
poster bed, a dresser with matching wardrobe and end tables. Instead
of lamps, he had candles all about the room. But no Spike.
"I wonder where he is?" Buffy mused as she walked over to his
bed
and felt the comforter and looked at the sheets underneath.
"Wow! I didn't think Spike liked these comforts. And what do we
have here? Satin sheets… Black satin sheets, no less. Well go
figure." She thought about what he would look like against the
sheets… Stark white against the black shiny material. ~Stop that
Buffy~ "I always wanted to know what it felt like to sleep in satin
sheets." She said with a sly grin. Looking around to make sure
the
coast was clear, Buffy lay back on the bed.
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Spike finished watching the late night movie. "Well, I guess it's
time for this vamp to turn in. It's been a long day of raping and
pillaging. Oh wait! That was over one hundred years ago." He
said
out loud to himself. "Oh the good ol' days." He laughed walking
down
the steps to his bedroom.
Spike took a look around his room to see if the Slayer had decided to
change hiding places.
"Now to get undressed for beddy-bye." He loudly teased, and started
to remove his shirt and unzip his jeans.
Buffy let out a small gasp as she saw his legs step out of the denim
~Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! ~ She said to herself ~ Spike's
white legs. Spikes white muscular legs. ~ Buffy started to picture
Spike's well-toned figure and she felt a certain tingling between her
legs. She knew she was going into dangerous territory with her
thoughts. She felt the bed shift and slightly creak as Spike got in.
Spike knew that she had gone under the bed, since his cupboard door
was left ajar when he knew it was closed from when she hid in it
earlier.
"Ahhhh, " he sighed, sinking back into the comfy bed.
"Time for my prayers, " he laughed.
"Now I lay me down to sleep.
Pray a Slayer's love I would
keep. If she stakes, I turn to dust. My love for her will never
rust." He smiled softly, patting the mattress knowing she lay a few
feet underneath him.
Buffy couldn't believe her ears; she thought it was weird enough for
a vampire to say prayers – even though they weren't really based on
religion. It was what he said that totally through her for a loop.
"He loves me?" She mouthed. She was dumbfounded,
especially since
is didn't repulse her, but brought a smile to her face.
All of a sudden, her stomach growled. She tried to cover the sound
with her arms, and then realized she hadn't had dinner. She was
going to have a bite when she got home from her patrol.
"Alright Slayer! I know you are definitely under my bed. You
may as
well come out already. Your tummy gave you away…"
The jig is up she thought, and decided to face the music.
Crawling out from under the bed, "Hi Spike." She said sheepishly.
"I
guess you're wondering why I'm under your bed?"
"Well you could say it has crossed my mind." He replied with a
glint
of humour in his eyes.
Buffy stood up and slowly started backing away from the bed… Seeing
Spike bare, he was just covered from his midsection down. Imagining
what lay under the covers, she met his eyes and blushed.
"Why Slayer, are you blushing?" He teased.
"Um..No! I've seen guys naked before." Just not the blonde
haired,
blue-eyed, body of marble before her.
"Good. Now, to what do I owe your uninvited presence? It seems
to
me that my kind can't enter your flat without an invitation, but not
that you haven't been 'ere before."
"Well, um Spike, I did knock and it's not as if you have a lock or
anything. I called out for you, but you didn't answer.
"So that gives you the right to go snooping in my things?" He
sat up
and propped up his pillows behind his back to look at her better. With this motion, the bed-sheet fell lower on his abdomen, his nice 8-
pack abdomen.
He placed his hands behind his head displaying his upper torso for
her eyes to feast upon. He saw her tongue dart out to wet her lips.
He could smell her arousal and it was driving him insane with desire.
"Maybe I should go. I know Willow is probably wondering where I am
and Dawn…" Her voice trailed off.
"I don't think so Slayer! Come `ere!" He said as he
crooked a
finger toward her in a beckoning motion.
She didn't know why her legs were moving of their own accord, right
up to his bed frame. ~Oh my GOD! What am I doing? I should
turn
around and walk out of here~ She chided herself. She knew that
whatever was going to happen in the next few minutes was going to
change her whole life.
"You need to apologize for your intrusion." He said with a soft
purr.
"I'm SORRY Spike! I will NEVER do it again!" She
stammered. Her
will was quickly slipping away the closer she got to him.
"That's not enough Slayer, and you know it! I think this deserves a
spanking! He replied trying to put on a straight face.
"A WHAT???" Buffy questioned, "A spanking? Spike
you've got to be
kidding me!" She tried to read the vampire, but could not determine
if he was joking or not.
"I'm deadly serious!" As his brilliant blues stared deep into
her
greens. He was pent up with the sexual tension that was emanating
from the two of them.
Buffy figured she would pull a fast one on him. "OK. You're
right. I deserve to be punished."
"What?" Now it was his turn to take a double take at the
situation. Two could play at that game.
"Ok Slayer! I think you should strip down to your knickers first."
Buffy has a look like a deer caught in headlights. She had to muster
all her courage to do as asked. Sure she could fight to the end of
the world, but the thought of standing half-naked in front of Spike
terrified her. Slowly, her hands went to her leather pants to undo
the button and zipper.
Spike couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Buffy strip out of her
pants. His mouth went dry as he saw her white thong underwear and
shapely tanned legs appear.
"All right then!" He said hoarsely, "Hop up on the bed and
over my
knee."
It's a good thing the comforter was bunched around his throbbing
erection… He didn't think that she would relent to the spanking.
He
thought she would punch him in the face and storm out, not remove her
pants and stand there half-naked… knowing that he was naked with just
a few sheets to cover him.
She got up on the bed and laid herself across his lap. She could
feel his strong thighs against her belly. She closed her eyes in
anticipation.
"Buffy's been a naughty girl!" Spike murmured in a sexy tone.
Before he began he traced his hand lightly along the back of her
knee. Buffy's breathing was getting louder and faster the higher his
hand moved. The closer it got to her backside the more she squirmed
to gain his touch to her pleasure centre.
A small cry escaped her mouth as Spike's hand lifted from her skin.
Spike wouldn't be able to pull this off. The more she squirmed the
harder he got. The only way to prolong it was…
SMACK
His hand came down firmly on her butt cheeks.
SMACK
Buffy let out a gasp, but didn't appear to be bothered by it ~Just
hot and bothered~.
Again
SMACK
Another gasp but it came out like a moan. Again
SMACK
He knew he wasn't trying to hurt her unless the chip would affect
him. He just wanted to see how far she would let him go.
He gently laid his hand upon her ass in a slow, soft motion.
Kneading the well-toned flesh. His hands moved to her lower back,
sliding under her shirt, roaming, discovering.
Buffy was sure enjoying her punishment… Well she decided it sure was
a punishment, since it was torture to have his hands all over her,
but not hers all over him as well.
"Spike." She spoke quietly, pushing herself up and turning to
face
him. Staring into his eyes, seeing a desire that matched her own.
"Buffy." He whispered just before their lips met. Slowly
at first,
not knowing how the other would react to the intimate touch. Mouths
opened and tongues explored.
Tasting… Devouring…
Spike was getting lost in her scent of strawberries and vanilla. His
mouth tore from hers as he helped her remove her top and was pleased
to see that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Buffy was doing her own exploration, of his chest, shoulders and
arms. His skin was cold and the trembled under her contact.
She pushed him back down against his pillows as her mouth continued
where her hands left off. Her tongue tracing a path from his neck to
his chest. Spike inhaled sharply and released a low growl.
Buffy continued her way down to where the sheets just covered his
manhood. A brief wave of shyness overcame her when she hesitated
revealing him in all his glory. Slowly she licked around his belly
and proceeded to go lower.
Spike stopped Buffy with a gentle tap on her shoulder. She looked up
at him confused.
"Don't you want me to?" She asked.
"More than you could ever know. It's just that I want you so much
I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to contain it." He pulled her up to
him and kissed her passionately, "Buffy, I need to taste you. I have
wanted to for so long." He said huskily.
Without another word, they switched positions. He worshipped her
body as if she was sent from heaven.
"Oh Buffy. You don't know how beautiful you are." He took
one milky
white breast in his mouth.
Buffy moaned as she felt his cool tongue flick over her hardening
peak. Spike gently nipped and suckled her breast before ministering
the same treatment to the other.
Buffy's fingers were tangling through his blonde locks encouraging
him to continue on his path.
Spike went lower kissing and nipping her belly. He could smell her
womanly musk. He grabbed her panties and rolled them over her
thighs, over her knees, and down her calves… All the while, his
mouth following the same trail.
His hands slid back up her legs to meet at her centre. He placed
himself between her legs to taste her nectar.
"Oh Spike!" Buffy gasped as his tongue lapped at her juices.
His
tongue moved expertly around her folds and her clit. He introduced a
finger inside to enhance her pleasure.
"Oh God! Oh God!" She cried.
Spike took her clit in his mouth and flicked his tongue rapidly to
send her over the edge.
Buffy grabbed the sheets and turned her head to scream in the pillow.
Spike didn't realize she had made a noise since her thighs were
clamping his ears. He raised himself from between her to crawl up
her body to capture her mouth with his.
Spike ended the kiss and stared into Buffy's eyes.
"Do you want this? You must tell me now, `cause I don't think I
would be able to stop myself… Unless you kicked me across the room."
He gave her a quick smile.
"Spike, if you don't get inside me soon, I will kick you across the
room!" Mirroring his smile and a nod of confirmation, he positioned
himself at her entrance and pushed.
"MMMMM!!" they echoed one another as she felt his length and he felt
her heat. Once he was fully inside, he began to shift his hips to
rub against her pelvis.
Buffy met his thrusts with the same fervor. Spike would pull almost
all the way out, then slam back in. Sweat pouring off their bodies
as the pace grew. Buffy began panting and moaning at the sensations
coursing through her body. The tingling started from her core and
spiraled outward to her fingertips as she felt the most intense
climax overtake her reality.
"AAHHHH!!!" She screamed, raking her nails down his back.
Spike was holding back as best he could, given that he had fantasized
about this for months. With his head buried in her neck, he was
about to reach his peak. One last thrust, he came inside her, his
seed mixing with her juices.
"Oh Buffy." He whispered tenderly as he kissed her neck and up to her
ear, his tongue, tracing along her lobe.
Her hands grasp his face, bringing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
His fingers threading through her hair, he let himself slip out of
her as he rolled them both over. He lazily drew imaginary circles on
her back and caressed her arm that lay across his chest. He inhaled
her sweet smell in her hair and kissed the top of her head.
Buffy sat up suddenly, "Oh shit!" She shouted. "I've
gotta go!
Dawn will be wondering what's taking me so long!" She was panicking,
looking for her underwear and shirt.
"Buffy, I'm sure Red and Tara would stay with her until you got
home." He tried to calm her down.
"I know. It's just that they probably will call Giles to send out
the `Scooby Search Party'." She stammered as she zipped up her
boots. Getting her jacket on, she kneeled on the bed and placed a
quick kiss on his lips.
"I don't regret what just happened here. I just want you to know
that!"
"Well I guess you already know that I've wanted this to happen for a
while now." Spike confessed. "So I guess this changes
things
between us? What do we tell your friends?" He asked.
"I'll figure something out… I don't want to worry about that right
now. I will see you tomorrow." She smiled at the ma se could
now
call her lover.
"Ah, Pet?"
"Yeah?"
"You dropped something earlier," as he produced the small container
of lip balm.
"Huh? Oh." She checked her pockets and then it dawned on
her how
Spike knew it was she under the bed.
"Um, I guess it fell out of my pocket when I…"She drifted off.
Spike just gave her a look and a sly grin; "You're the only one I
know pet who uses this lip junk… I'd know that smell anywhere!"
"Ok, you got me!" mocking a stick up.
"You know it baby!" He drawled.
He got out of the bed, and sauntered over to her as a white statue,
beautifully sculpted she thought.
His mouth descended upon hers, tasting one last time until he could
taste her again.
"Ok, you better get goin' or else I won't let you leave!"
"Alright, alright. I'm gone. I will see you tomorrow. Do you
wanna
come out on patrol with me?" She asked with hope in her eyes.
"Sure luv! It's a date. I will be there with bells on… Well
not
literally." He said lighting a smoke.
"Great!" she said with a big smile on her face, "See ya
later." Then
she climbed up the stairs.
Spike leered on appreciating the sight that was leaving his crypt.
"Well whaddya know! Never thought a spanking could be sooo much
fun." He said to himself as he got back into bed, finished his
smoke, and thought about what just happened less than a few hours ago.
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