Fantasies
Parts 1 &2
Written by: Ripe Wicked Plum
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Summary: Spike's itching to get rid of Angelus and goes to the
Slayer to form an alliance, who has her own itch to scratch.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod. Lyrics: Dragula by Rob Zombie
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Part 1: DRAGULA
Spike was beyond murderous. The minions fled their recently healed Master. He was bad enough in the chair, and some of them even still had tire treadmark-shaped scars on their body, but now, he was fully healed, pissed off at the world, Drusilla and Angelus.
Even with his legs back, he still didn't take on his Sire. Not that he wasn't sure about the loyalty of his minions, it was that Drusilla would be heart-broken, and a heart-broken Drusilla led to lots of broken bones and new and unique tortures to inflict on her 'pet.'
As much as he loved his Dark Goddess, he couldn't trust her not to put him in a wheelchair...permantly, just because she knew how much he had hated it.
No, it was better to wait and plan.
As he was doing now.
* * *
Spike growled, listening to the disgusting sounds of grunts and cries of pain in the room next to his, grabbing a wine bottle off a table he had prepared for Drusilla. She was supposed to come see him, but of course, Angelus had returned from another night of stalking Buffy and came to do his own version of 'staking the vamp.' On the wall, from the sound of things.
He ripped the cork out with his teeth and spat it out with a venomous hiss before taking a deep drag from the red wine.
It drippled down his chin, staining his skin faintly before he snarled and flung the nearly empty bottle against the wall.
The only answer was Drusilla screaming their sire's name.
"That does it!" He grabbed his duster with another snarl, "Fuck you two!" He screamed at the wall, having no doubt that they heard him, and it was his Sire's phantom laugh that followed him out of the mansion.
* * *
Willy flinched as Spike stalked into the Alibi Room, his face set in a hard mask of rage. Good God...not my poor bar...he prayed silently, something he hadn't done since he was a boy and before he became the schoolyard snitch.
Could my night get any worse?
Apparently so, because as soon as Spike sat down at the bar, a huge, scaly demon came crashing through the door. He landed on a table, splintering it.
Spike chuckled despite his dark mood, glancing at the demon as he struggled to sit up, "There's only one person who can get that much distance on a Yila demon," He confided to Willy, who decided to make a quick-getaway.
If there was one thing more dangerous then Spike, it was the Slayer, who marched very purposefully through the door, stake in hand.
"You know, my night sucked enough!" She snapped at the demon before whirling on her heel, and kicking the demon upside the head, "But then you had to cause a problem, and look!" She gestured at her grass-stained suede skirt, completely ruined, then punched him several times in the face, "Fifty dollars this cost me! Do you know how much I had to grovel to my mother to get this?!"
Spike watched her fight interestedly, hopping up on the bar and swinging his legs like a kid. "Oops, watch it there, Slayer," He said beneath his breath when she did a flip giving him a very revealing view up her skirt, and he raised an eyebrow at her interesting choice of knickers, but chose to save that comment for himself.
Buffy beat the demon up against the wall, scowl permanatly plastered to her face, "Fucking demons! You have no bleeding respect for fashion!" She twirled her stake before plunging it into his chest, nodding in satisfication when he slumped to the floor dead, then froze, hearing someone laughing behind her.
She turned, eyes widening as Spike smirked at her, "Hiya, cutie," He greeted, holding up his bottle, "Miss me?"
"Spike," Buffy's scowl returned, "You're walking...how unfortunate, for you," She yanked her stake loose from the demon, and Spike held his hands up in surrender.
"Hey, now, pet. I'm not here to cause a problem."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Jeez, luv...you don't know? And here I thought you weren't a natural blond," He held up his bottle, "This, my dear, is a bar. This lovely bottle is filled with liquor, and I," He tapped his chest, "Am planning to get so sloshed that I forget that Dru, the little slut, is currently being pounded into unconciousness by my...Yoda."
"Angel..." She glared at him, "You're lying!"
"Yeah, right, whatever," Spike smirked at her, "You really think Peaches is acting all chastely without his soul? Ha! He hates me as much as he hates you, Slayer, and this way, he gets to fuck with both of our heads. Two birds, and all that."
Buffy glared at him, but knew he was right. Had she really expected Angel to remain truthful to her? No, not when she was such a bad lay. Drusilla had a hell of a lot more experience, and there had to be something about the vampiress that kept Spike tied to her for more then a hundred years.
"Sorry."
Spike blinked in surprise at the sincerity of her soft apology, confused, "Sorry for what?"
"Because," She looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears she refused to allow to be spilt, "Because of me, he lost his soul."
Spike barked out a harsh laugh, "Pet, how in the hell were you supposed to know that those fucking Gypsys were such assholes? I certainly didn't get the memo. Besides, Peaches was the one doing the screwing, so I don't see how this wasn't a joint effort."
"You're a pig, Spike," Buffy glared at him, "Nice, but a pig."
"Nice...that's not usually a word you associate with your mortal enemy," He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, and Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Apparently, it was only a one time deal. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go home and convince my mom not to murder me for ruining my new skirt."
"Tell you what," He dug into his wallet and tossed her a fifty dollar bill, "That's for the entertainment," He grinned to himself, referring to the peek up her skirt rather then the demon being killed, which Buffy thought he meant.
"Hmm...maybe I should start selling tickets everytime I'm going out to slay," Buffy mused, surprised despite herself, "But I can't take your money."
Spike grinned wickedly, "Actually, I stole it out of Peaches' wallet. Bastard shouldn't leave his trousers laying about. Stuff goes missing."
Buffy smiled, then hid it real quick, "Thanks," She shoved it in her shoe, giving him a curt nod, "Be seeing you, Spike...good to see you're up and about. We have to face off again real soon."
"Yeah, luv," Spike's grin widened as she left, "Real soon."
* * *
Real soon translated to about an hour later as Spike clambered up the tree outside Buffy's window. He glanced in her room, frowning when he saw it was empty, then sighed, resigning himself to having return to the mansion and deal with the two insufferable vamps sharing his home. When did I stop thinking of Dru and me as a couple? He asked himself silently, then set his face in a hard mask. He didn't care, why should he? She all but ripped out his heart and crushed it in her delightfully small hand.
Spike was lost in his thoughts of his woman as Buffy entered the room, and he glanced back in. He nearly fell out of the tree right then and there.
She was wearing nothing but a towel, her hair clipped on top of her head haphazardly, threatening to spill over in a golden wave at any moment.
She turned on her radio, sitting down at her vanity as a slow song played. She unclipped her hair and brushed it out till it lay straight and smooth across her back, already half-dry.
Whoa, mate...you're sitting outside the Slayer's bloody window like a peeping tom...she's going to stake your undead arse if she finds you out here.
However, his body was telling his mind to sod off as the music changed and a slow smile spread across her face as she stood up, starting to sway with the heavy, erotic beat.
Spike raised an eyebrow, never pegging her to be one to enjoy that sort of song. He had to give her credit, anyone who dug his man Zombie and not some pisspoor boy-group was all right in his book.
*Dead, I am the one,
Exterminating sun,
Slipping through the trees
Strangling the breeze.
Dead, I am the sky,
Watching angels cry,
As they slowly turn
Conquering the worm.*
Her deliciously lithe body moved seductively in motions that seemed ancient in their form, but all they were was a young girl dancing to the beat of a song.
*Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!
Dig through the ditches
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!*
She whipped her head around on the chorus, reminding Spike of the time he had watched her dancing with her friends in the Bronze, her entire face open to scrutiny as she lost herself to the sounds of music and the throbbing bodies of the people around her, but now she was alone, and Spike thought she looked wonderfully innocent even with the not-so pure hip swaying.
*Dead I am the pool,
Spreading from the fool,
Weak and want you need
Nowhere as you bleed.
Dead, I am the rat,
Feast upon the cat,
Tender is the fur,
Dying as you purr.*
Spike's eyes widened as the towel slipped away, her arms reaching above her head as she swayed slowly to the ground with an invisible partner, only to raise up again. Her breasts were large and full, swaying with her body, and while Spike's mind was still able to focus, he noted that he was right about her not being a natural blond.
*Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches,
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!
Do it baby, do it, baby,
Burn like an animal,
Do it, baby, do it, baby,
burn like an animal!*
Spike shifted his position on the tree, trying to adjust the uncomfortable bulge biting against the inside of his zipper. He was tempted to release himself, but decided with the part of his mind, the part that wasn't screaming, 'Fuck her,' that is, that she would probably be pissed if she discovered a vampire with a killer erection sitting outside her window while she danced naked.
His eyes almost fell out of his head when she slid her hands over her breasts, her mouth opening slightly as she cupped them, her fingers brushing over the hard nipples.
Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck....I am not seeing this...oh...fuck...yes...little lower pet...
*Dead, I am the life,
Dig into the skin,
Knuckle crack the bone,
21 to win.
Dead, I am the dog,
Hound of hell, you cry,
Devil on your back,
I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches,
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches,
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!*
As Buffy continued her erotic, primal dance, she was unaware of her audience as her hands slipped down her still damp body, her eyes closed as her fingers dipped into her thatch of brown curls, hissing sharply when she pressed against her clit.
She was unaware of everything, except for that pulsing drums and the harsh tones of Rob Zombie's voice as she listened absently to the lyrics.
For some reason, this song always reminded her of Spike.
Spike...she arched her body as a finger slipped past her folds, gasping as she wormed it deep into her almost virginal passage, feeling the inner walls flutter around it. As she played with herself, she delved into on of her most secret, and ironically, safest fantasies since Angel had lost his soul.
*Do it, baby, do it, Baby,
Burn like an animal.
Do it, baby, do it, baby,
Burn like an animal!
Dig through the ditches
Burn through the witches,
I slam in the back of my Dragula!
She was imagining it was Spike who was slowly inserting a second finger into her passage, his purrs loud as he whispered sweet little nothings in her ear as he prepared her to accept his large girth. It was a fantasy that caused her no pain to think about, since it didn't remind her of what she had lost with Angel. It was just a fantasy, not based in reality and that was what she needed at the moment.
She was nearing climax as she gritted her teeth, finally stretching herself fully as a third finger entered her body and gave her clitoris a sharp twist with her free hand.
Her eyes widened, unseeing as her orgasm slammed into her, and she was glad her mother wasn't home as she screamed out in
ecstasy, a name escaping from her lips as she collapsed back on her bed, the song finally ending.
*Dig through the ditches
Burn through the witches,
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!
Dig through the ditches
Burn through the witches,
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!*
"Bloody hell!" Spike yelped, falling out of the tree and rolling into the bushes just as the Slayer's window shot open, and he pressed himself against the side of the house as she looked outside, frowning.
She ducked back inside, shaking her head at herself for being so paranoid as Spike disentangled himself from the shadows.
He stared up at her window for several minutes before the light went out, his mouth open in shock, and his cock still threatening to rip his pants in two.
His name. The Slayer had screamed his name when she came.
He limped out her yard to find the nearest secluded area to toss off and think about the implications of what he had heard.
He had even forgot to try and convince her to join him in taking down Angelus.
A slow, predator-like smile crossed his face as he looked back down Revello Drive. Fuck Drusilla, Peaches...you can have her...he thought, nearly skipping down the street as he turned his back on Buffy's house once more, I just found something a hell of a lot more sweeter...
Part 2: OF ZIPPERS AND PUMPKINGS
Buffy was pissed off as hell.
Angelus had gone too far this time. Trying to kill her was one thing...but Jenny Calendar...
Oh God...it's my fault...because I couldn't kill him...
She swallowed her tears, trying to focus on the task at hand. The night before, she had followed a minion to an abadoned mansion, where Angelus had set up shop after Giles had torched the factory for killing Jenny.
Nice place...a step up, I must admit, She thought, brushing her hair out of her eyes, the mid-day sun shining merrily. She wanted to make sure she'd catch him at home.
She climbed through a window with little difficulty, glancing around the long hallway. She didn't sense any vamps nearby and guessed that maybe they were sleeping in the rooms upstairs.
She started to go towards the stairs, but paused when she heard a low moan.
Thinking it was one of Angelus' victims, she swore. Now it's a rescue mission...oh well...I can still kill him just as dead tomorrow...
She followed the sound to a room near the far end of the mansion, and quietly pushed open the door, just in case someone was guarding or feeding from the person trapped there.
She froze suddenly, her eyes widening. The moans hadn't been coming from a victim at all!
Spike was sitting in a chair, staring transfixedly at a TV screen, slowly stroking his hard length. She stared at him for several seconds, her mouth going dry. She hadn't seen a real penis before, except for the ones in one of Xander's magazines and it had been dark when she and Angel had made love.
And she definitly hadn't seen anything like Spike's before.
His hand was fastened around his hard cock, pumping rapidly as he was already nearing his release, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at the TV. It was very pale, almost translucent, and thin, blue veins ran through it from the base to tip.
He was uncircumsied, and when his fingers brushed against the head, the tip of his penis would peek out briefly, the tip glistening with pre-cum. The base was nestled in a nest of crisp, black curls, his balls laying in the deep nest of hair.
Buffy started to back out, deciding retreat was a good option at this point, God...he's looks so sex...whoa! Buffy! That's your mortal enemy!
She was about to turn when she caught a glimpse of the TV in a mirror hanging over the headboard of Spike's bed, which seemed really out of place in a vampire's bedroom. On the screen, he was watching a video tape of her fighting in a pumpkin patch!
Just as she staked the vampire with a sign advertising pumpkins, Spike climaxed, shouting her name as he bucked his hips, his body arching forward off the chair with the force of it.
Buffy gasped, trying to cover her eyes and ears at the same time, he screamed my name! OH MY..."GAWD!" She inardventatly shouted out the last part, and Spike's eyes shot towards her, and he yelped as he scrambled to his feet, trying to shove himself back in his pants as Buffy stared at him with wide eyes.
He jerked up the zipper on his jeans, and then his eyes went almost comically wide as he howled in pain, "MY DICK! I CUT OFF MY BLOODY DICK!"
He started to hop around, screaming about his poor cock as Buffy stared at him in horrified fasicination, wondering if she should stake him, kick his ass or just keel over and start laughing at the caught vampire.
Laughter run out as Spike stubbed his toe on the chair, then tried to hold his foot and damaged package at the same time, hopping up and down on one leg.
She collapsed against the wall, laughing hysterically as he glared at her, trying to loosen the zipper without damaging himself further and finally managed. He looked down at himself, moaning at the sight of bloody, railroad tracks running along his shaft before carefully tucking himself back in, and slowly closing the zipper.
"Stop laughing!" He snarled at her, slamming the door closed in case any of the minions came to investigate the screams of agony, "Get your dick caught in a zipper and see how funny it is!"
She finally sobered and straightened herself up, "You're gross!" She shouted at him, "You were jacking off to a video of me fighting! What kind of sicko are you?"
"I'm a vampire, genius! I get off on violence!" He smirked at her, "But glad to see you stayed and enjoyed the show."
Buffy's mouth dropped open, but she composed herself, "I was so disgusted I couldn't move!"
"Ah! So you did sit there and watch me!" He stalked towards her slowly, and she backed away from him, eyeing his quick, graceful movements warily. He was like a huge jungle cat that was stalking his prey. For some reason, the thought made her shiver and flush a bit.
"What's wrong, luv? The poof left you unfullfilled?" He asked with a seductive purr, and Buffy's eyes widened as she was backed against the door, "No! And you shut up about Angel! You don't know anything!"
"I know he's fucking Dru into oblivion upstairs," Spike sneered at her, "Whole reason I'm down here, wanking off to bloody videos!"
"You're a pig, Spike!" She grabbed the tape out of his VCR and his eyes widened as she smashed it on the ground, "Hey! How 'bout a little respect for property, Slayer?!"
"You're not doing that to a video of me anymore!" Buffy shuddered, "It's sick!"
"Oh, right...so you're allowed to fantasize about me and get yourself off to Rob Zombie, but I can't do the same?"
Buffy's face went several shades pale before flaring red, her mouth dropping open as she stuttered, "You...you..."
"Yep," Spike chuckled, bracing himself against the door, hands on either side of her head, not quite trapping her, but close, "Saw it all, luv..."
"You...you...pig!"
"Hey, I was coming to you for an idea to get rid of Peaches...not my fault you don't close your blinds...course, it explained while my dear, old Sire likes to spend his time in a tree like a bleeding squirrel..."
"Oh God..." Buffy covered her face with her hands, "This cannot get more humilating!"
"Nonsense, pet," Spike gripped her hands and moved them away from her face, forcing her too look at him, "You should never be ashamed of yourself for that...'tis natural."
"Not for me it isn't!" She shook her head, "And I'm not supposed to have an audience!"
Spike chuckled, "Luv, it can be fun with a bit of an audience..."
"EW!"
He shrugged, "Suit yourself," He looked down over her body with a leer, "Course, I wouldn't mind a encore presantation..."
"In your dreams, fang-breath!" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest as if to protect it from his gaze, "Believe me, they'll be no more free shows..."
"Hmm...one question...Buffy...why were you thinking about me?"
Her eyes widened a bit when he used her real name, "Wh-what...?!"
Ah, innocent route...all right, Spikey can play that, baby, He smirked evilly, leaning towards her and whispering in her ear, "When you had your bloody fingers shoved so far up you, you could have probably felt them in the back of your throat...you screamed my name, not the Poof's, not the Watcher's...not even the Whelp's...you screamed MY name."
"Oh God..." She repeated, flushing even deeper, more in part to the way his cool breath tickled the hairs on the side of her neck and his proximity to her, then by his words. Wrong, Buffy...wrong, wrongwrongwrongwrong..."Don't get all excited, Spike...it was just...why in the hell am I even talking to you about this?!" She shoved him away angrily, "It's none of your business!"
Spike chuckled, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Have it your way, pet," He said with a shrug, "I guess it's just the effect I have on women!"
"What? Revulsion and nausea?"
"You weren't screaming in disgust, pet," He chuckled when her face went even more red, thinking she looked beautiful all hot and flustered, and he lowered his voice, "You know...vampires have a great sense of smell, pet," he told, stepping towards her again, and pressing his body against hers, whispering, "I can smell that you want me."
She gasped when her stomach came into contact with the hard bulge in his pants, and Spike stilfled a groan of pain at the contact. He really hoped he hadn't done any permanant damage.
I'll bloody kiss the guy who invents velcro fastening jeans...
"Come on, Slayer...admit it..." He put on his best, ultra-sexy smirk, "Why deny that you want me?"
"Get. Away. From. Me." She bit out angrily, and Spike arched an eyebrow before grabbing her by the back of her head and smashing his lips against hers, brutally thrusting his tongue into her mouth and dragging it across the roof of her mouth.
She punched at his chest weakly, but didn't try too hard to dislodge him as a moan started in the back of her throat as Spike pressed her farther against the door, his erection rubbing against her.
She finally gave in, her tongue curling around his, and she gasped lightly when one of his hands cupped a breast, his fingers brushing against the nipple, making it pebble through her shirt.
She tore away from his mouth to breathe and he nuzzled her throat before nipping at it lightly, his hands dropping down to her waist.
In the brief reprieve, Buffy's eyes widened as she came to her senses, realizing she was about to have sex with Spike, of all people.
"No!" She shoved him away, and he looked confused as she tore open the door and sprinted out. He peeked out the door into the hall, watching as she climbed out a window, a disappointed look crossing his face.
"Bloody hell!" He snarled, slamming the door closed, wincing as his still sore member rubbed against his zipper. "This is all your fault, you know," He accused his dick, "Lusting after the Slayer...are you insane?!"
His penis didn't answer him and Spike sighed, "Right...thought as much...bloody nuisance you are..."
The End So Far...
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