The house lay in shambles around them, the walls crushed as surely as any pretense that had been held between them…yet they didn't notice. Neither of the two beings sprawled amidst the wrack and ruin had noticed anything but their own post-orgasmic bliss. Their pants echoed off the silent, crumbling archetecture above them as they floated back to reality like feathers on a soft breeze.

Buffy reached up with one trembling hand and wiped off the sweat stinging her eyes. Disinclined to move anymore than that, she shifted her hips slightly off of Spike's incredibly bony counterparts, and laid her head back on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. She had pretty much turned off her brain the moment her lips met Spike's, and there was no way she was turning it back on now. She'd deal with the consequences later.

Spike groaned audibly, and her eyes flew open when she felt him stirring, hardening again within in her. A small moan was her answer as he rolled his hips forward and stretched up further inside her. A flood of wetness coated him and her thighs, and she raised her head to look at him.

"Mmmmmm. How do you do that? It's only been like, three minutes. I know vampires can…but me? How?" she asked, almost purring as he continued teasing her.

He simply smirked cockily, and rolled them over so he was staring into her face. His fingers slid down her body to tweak her nipples playfully. "I guess you'll just have to investigate more fully if you really want to know."

"Hmm. Think you can handle…what did you call it? 'Another go'? Cuz you wouldn’t be the first man, or vampire, to step down if you can't," she teased evilly, mischief glinting in her eyes.

His eyes flashed yellow at the challenge, and his demon growled. A quirk of her eyebrow made him come back, his eyes fading to blue once more. "I'm fairly sure I can handle the likes of you, Slayer." With that said, he leaned down and nipped at her ear, tracing the rim with the tip of his tongue, then sliding down tot her neck. It was really a test, to see how far she'd let him go: how much she trusted him. To his astonishment, she tilted her neck and closed her eyes, allowing him to do as he pleased. He hovered there, unsure what he wanted, before licking her quickly and moving on.

Buffy smiled to herself. She had let him choose as a ploy to see if he could be trusted. She wasn't really ready for him to bite her there, and now she knew he respected that. Her thoughts skittered into oblivion as his mouth surrounded a nipple, sucking hard enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure. Angel has told her that was the kick for vampires: pain could be pleasurable. She'd never believed it until now. And she was learning but good.

She reached down and pulled Spike's head up, mashing her mouth to his hard and fast. He responded by increasing the harshness of the kiss, letting his dmeon loose for a moment and cutting her tongue on his fang. When the blood welled forth, he sucked on it hard, making it pump out faster, filling his mouth. He broke the kiss, closing his eyes and savoring the taste of her blood tinged with passion and lust.

"This isn't the time for soft and gentle, Spike," she said looking his demon in the face unafraid.

His demon rejoiced at the blood spilling from her lips as she spoke. He licked off the excess, feeling her shiver in excitement, and nearly growled a response. "What do you want, Slayer?"

She dug her fingers into his hair, yanking his face nose to nose with hers. Gazing into his dark eyes, she answered, her voice deep and husky. "Let's dance, Spike."

He chuckled and nipped at her shoulder. "Not enough, luv. You know what I want to hear. Try again." His eyes never left her face as he ran his tongue up the column of her neck, sucking hard on her jugular.

She mewled in desperation, her hips squirming under his hips, eager for him to finish what he'd begun. When he resisted, her nails scratched small trails over his shoulder blades, then slid over his buttocks, cupping and squeezing them. He still didn't move an inch, and she dipped one finger into the crack, following the indentation until it circled his anus and slid underneath to caress just behind his balls.

"Now, Slayer, play fair. Once you say it, I'll make you scream until your throat bleeds. Promise," he said ground out, already imagining what he was going to do with her before the night was over.

Her eyes flashed in annoyance, and she began thrusting her hips, determined to break him first. It was a battle of wills now. He held firm, and she nipped at his shoulder, her hand still wandering about between his legs. Her lips kissed and nibbled their way over his collarbone and up his neck slowly, as her finger circled the spot just between his balls and ass.

The first time she bit down on his neck, he was too surprised to register it. The second time, she bit harder in conjunction with sliding one finger just inside his ass and wiggling it. The skin tore beneath her lips, and blood trickled out as he howled in pleasure, bucking his hips wildly.

Sliding her finger out, she raised her head in satisfaction, blood staining her lips only to find him smirking at her. His thrusts had stopped and he looked almost on the verge of laughing. Her smile dropped into a puzzled frown, before she looked at him, a dark expression crossing her face.

"You don't think after decades of living with Angelus and Dru that I can hold back? This little game was a favorite of theirs, and I can guarantee their punishment for giving in first was more…stern than yours, Slayer."

"How dare you bring either of them into this?"

"How dare you bring the rest of yours into it? Just bloody say it, woman!" he exploded in frustration.

She backhanded him, and he growled ferally. The violence of that act brought his demon back out, and he was unable to hold his rapidly slipping control. Contrary to what he'd told Buffy, he'd never really faired well in that game, usually ending up being punished rather than rewarded. He felt her squeezing him with the famous muscles, and gave in, his hips starting to thrust into her wildly. Her back bowed off the ground in pleasure as he hammered into her, blinded with lust. He reached up and pinched her nipple hard enough to hurt, and leaned his head down to bite it just hard enough to make it bleed into his mouth as he suckled.

Buffy spasmed as he bit her, the feelings so intense that it scared her. She hadn't felt anything this mind blowing since…she'd last shared blood with a vampire. She was quickly learning why people paid vamps to bite them…it was like a drug. Spike's rough nursing from the wound on her breast was tweaking a chord in her womb that had never been touched before, and she was drowning in sensation. He could kill her now, and she wouldn’t care as long as this feeling never stopped. She knew it would be even more intense if he'd bitten over where Angel had bitten, severing her ties with Angel, and renewing them with him. But they weren't at that point yet, and she wouldn't make a fool of herself by suggesting it.

Spike was riding the biggest wave of ecstasy he'd ever felt as he drank from his love, the Slayer. He could taste her insecurity, her lust, her hidden wants and needs. And he would give her anything she wanted or needed. His cock twitched as he rammed into her burning wetness, and he knew he was going to come. He stopped moving for a moment, almost chuckling when he heard her growl at him. He pulled her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back and flipped them over, settling her astride him again.

Her nails dug into his rock hard abs, leaving bloody furrows and he grunted. "Ready to ride, baby?"

Buffy's eyes lit, thinking she'd finally regained the tiny semblence of control she'd started with. "Just make sure you can keep up," she mumbled, rocking her hips steadily, getting a feel for a pace that would drive him wild. She arched her hips forward, groaning when she felt him rubbing that same spot inside that caused her to lose it. "Damn, how do you always-"

Spike chuckled. "For me to know, Slayer." He thrust up, slowly pushing her limits as he hit the sweet spot again.

Buffy mewled in pleasure, holding still for a moment as she tried to keep her composure. Sucking in a sharp breath, she sat up, disengaging her body from his, and laid her head on his belly. When he looked at her in puzzlement, she ran the tip of her tongue from his bellybutton to his pelvis, stopping just short of his cock. He tensed up, holding an unnecessary breath, waiting for her to make her move.

She smiled to herself. I'm going to take my time with this, she thought. Lifting her head, she studied him, taking in every detail. He was much bigger than anyone she's ever been with, both in length and girth. Not only that but… No wonder he always hits my g-spot! It's freaking curved, she thought in amazement. It curved slightly at the end, just enough to give the advantage of being shaped perfectly to please her. She worried the tip with her fingernail lightly, wondering if it changed any when he vamped out. Deciding she wanted to see, she turned to Spike, who looked as if someone were torturing him with hot pokers, he was so stiff.

"Spikey? Can you… I mean. Will you…?" She gestured to her face, then made a pitiful growling sound.

He thumped his head on the floor, closing his eyes so he wouldn't laugh. "Slayer, you have my bloody dick in your hand, and you're more interested in my bumpies? I think I might be offended," he said teasingly.

Her hand let go, letting the offending object bounce off his stomach with a small thwap, and frowned. "I just wanted to see…nevermind. Asshole," she mumbled, averting her eyes and sitting cross-legged on the floor. He didn't answer and she started biting her nails. Just like him to make me feel stupid. I thought he'd understand, but I was a fool.

Spike sat up slowly, realizing she wasn't coming back. She was hunched in a ball, biting her nails like a teenager before a test. He sighed inwardly; he'd hurt her feelings. He hadn't meant to, but he knew their romp would be over faster than she could dust him if her didn’t get her back now. "Sla-Buffy. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I was only teasing, luv. Meant nothing. Come back and play." When she didn't respond, he grimaced. She was going to make him work for this. But she wasn't leaving or killing him, so it meant he'd done something right so far.

He sat up on his knees, scooting over behind her. Leaning forward, he nipped at the back of her neck while his fingers kneaded the muscles at the base of her spine. His mouth danced across her shoulder blades and neck muscles, nipping, licking and kissing alternately as he massaged her back. She started to go pliant, and he placed one arm around her, holding her up as his mouth moved up to her neck and earlobes. His finger tweaked at her nipples, eliciting small whimpers, and he rubbed his cock against her temptingly. She sighed and allowed him to maneuver her so she was kneeling. "You steady luv?" he whispered in her ear.

She nodded and he plunged in from behind, taking her surely before adjusting his pace to a slower tempo. A strangled moan was released from her lips as she took in all of him, her body protesting his size at that angle. The slow tempo made her stretch even further and her hips arched up to give him better access.

The moment she moved, he slapped her ass as hard as he could. Her surprised yelp told him all he needed to know. She's enjoying it. I knew it! His mind spinning, he smacked her a few more times, each slap harder than the next, tanning her bottom a cherry red until it stilled completely. It became clear that she understood what he wanted, so he resumed thrusting in and out, her muscles squeezing around him tightly. Leaning over her back, he whispered in her ear, "Good girl. I knew you'd get it eventually. Just like Spike knows what you need."

A whimper left her throat, and she asked, "What do I need?"

His hand slapped her still tender ass again, his hips stilling. She moaned softly, but he ignored her. "'What do I need' what?" he said harshly.

Buffy's eyes flew open, her passion racked mind trying to understand what he'd just demanded from her. "What do I need…Spike?" she tried.

Another hard slap to her stinging flesh caused a tear to slip form her eye, and she hung her head down, fighting to keep from making a sound or moving. "What do I need…," she swallowed hard, feeling all the control she'd had fly out the window, "Sir?"

Spike smiled, realizing she'd just let go of the situation entirely. His next reaction was surprise that she even had any idea what he was getting at. Perhaps the Slayer isn't as vanilla as she'd like people to think, he thought. Shaking his head, he leaned back in, and pressed a soft kiss to her ear. "That's my good girl. Now stay still and let me fuck you. Don't move unless I tell you to, and make all the noise you want. It'll just turn me on. If you're very good, Daddy'll make you come," he promised in a gravelly voice.

Buffy shuddered. She would never admit it if anyone confronted her about it, but she and Angel had practiced a light amount of BDSM before and after he'd lost his soul, and she'd missed it immensely. It hadn't involved intercourse, obviously, but she was certainly finding out that the intercourse made it even more stimulating. Having someone else in control was a big turn on to the Slayer, who always had to run things. In comparison to this, Riley and Parker never had a chance.

Her mind flitted back to Spike, who driving into her harder and harder, and a full-throated moan left her throat unbidden. She could feel the wetness dripping from her body as he fucked her hard enough that she though he might shatter her pelvis. Her moan had only increased his ardor and that thought excited her. She knew it should scare her that her pain turned him on, but the fact that he didn't treat her like fine china completely masked that fear. He kept pumping and she longed to thrust her hips back to meet his, force him to touch the spot that made her squeal. "Spiiiiike!" she grunted, panting heavily.

He slapped her ass hard enough to bruise. "What did you call me, girl?" He knew she was getting off on this. And she certainly was no stranger to a dominant/submissive relationship. Who in the hell has been dominating my Slayer, and why didn't I know? He pulled his cock out of her, leaving her body on the edge of orgasm, aching for him to finish her as he waited for his answer.

"P-please, Master," she whispered just loudly enough for him to hear it.

His hand smoothed over the burning skin of her ass. "Very good, girl. Next time remember how you address me or the punishment will be much more severe. That, too, is a promise." He rubbed his cock against her clit, teasing it, slathering himself in her moisture. A thoughtful look crossed his face, and he addressed her again. "Do you trust me, girl?"

A shadow of doubt skittered across Buffy's face before she answered. "Yes, Master."

"Good. Then I'm going to do something that may indeed hurt, but if you trust me, you will relax and let the pain turn into pleasure for us both." At her nod, he slid his cock through her juices again, lubricating himself liberally. His hands spread her cheeks wide, and his cock poised at the tight hole in front of him.

Buffy bit her the inside of her mouth to keep from giggling. He wasn't going to find any resistance there. Angel had used that entrance plenty of times before actually taking her virginity, and it often made her wonder if he wasn't…well, as Spike had said, a poofter. Keeping her composure in check, she braced herself for a tiny bit of pain since it had been awhile since anyone had fucked her there.

He pushed in inside slowly, then his eyes widened. He wasn't the first man to enter this territory. A little tight, but definitely not virgin. Filing that fact away for future grilling, he snarled in excitement and began pumping faster, no longer worrying about her adjusting to something new. "You could have told me you'd taken it up the ass before," he growled. "I don’t like feeling like a fool."

Buffy shrieked, unable to control herself.

His voice brought her back instantly. "I didn't say you could come. Don't make me punish you. I know…," he bit back a moan of his own before continuing. "I know you think I'd never be that stern with you, really have at you because I love you. But since you've freely entered into this, you sure as hell had better believe I'll do it. Because I love you, I'll tar the hell out of you, Buffy."

His use of her real name startled her. Angel had never brought their real identities into their games. All of the sudden, Buffy felt her body begin to convulse. She tried fighting it, sweating dripping off her brow as she strained to halt the orgasm that was begging to race through her. "Master, please," she breathed, gasping for every breath.

He smiled, knowing what was happening to her. "Please what, girl?"

"Please let me come, Master," she gulped, still pushing against what felt like the biggest orgasm of her young life.

He rammed into her a few more times, evening out their pleasure, before he whispered, "Do it. Cum for me now, girl. Do it now!"

A scream echoed through the wrecked house as she let the blood race through her veins, and the cum ooze from her dripping pussy. Dimly, she heard Spike roar behind her, and his fangs pierce soft skin at the nape of her neck. His frigid seed shot into her, making her own orgasm stretch into infinity it seemed, and he nursed from the wound, licking and kissing the spot as he calmed.

They collapsed again on the floor, this time he was on top, and the sweat made their bodies stick together as they drifted into a well deserved sleep.

They woke up several more times during the night, and each time the sex was more desperate, more violent.

Buffy languished in his arms in the pre-dawn, her brain still off and his blood tinting her lips a wine color. She'd never reached the levels of ecstasy Spike had taken her to, not even in her wildest, wettest dreams. Hell, they don't even make pornos this good, she thought almost chuckling. Every inch of her body ached…in that good, 'just been fucked good' way and she was covered in bruises, bites and hickies….from the neck down. Her body still tingled pleasantly in the afterglow of many, many orgasms, and she felt so good she almost started singing.

Spike was laying next to her, scratched, bruised and beaten himself, having let her play at being the dominant one once before throwing her end over end across the room and diving onto her. After that, she didn’t remember much, except they'd done something involving gymnastics, and Spike had come very close to biting her over Angel's mark. She still wasn't sure what had stopped him.

He'd definitely made her feel, and for the first time since she'd been resurrected, Buffy cried. She cried copiously, her small body curled in a fetal position, tucked against his coldness because she knew what would happen in the morning. She would have to leave him. He would get hurt and toss insults he didn’t mean. She would hurl even more hurtful ones back at him, her heart breaking inside because once again, she couldn’t be with the one she loved more than anything. Everything…everything is wrong, she told herself. Her sobs cause him to stir and she calmed herself, wanting to enjoy a few more hours and possibly one more romp with the vampire she loved dearly.

And the Fates wept from above, knowing their warrior was right. She would do what she felt she had to, and until the time was right, she would suffer in private. In the not too distant future, the time would be right for their love, and evil would cower before their combined force. But for now, all their Slayer knew was she'd fallen in love with another vampire with a soul that she just couldn't have.