SHAGGED
 



Written by: Christy

Summary: All the smutty goodness between Smashed & Wrecked, season 6 spoilery. A challenge issued by Nauti.
Legal Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and UPN
Quality Disclaimer: I don't think I've written any exceptional smut in the past. I think it's my weak point, so this was indeed a challenge. Please tell me what you think.
Comments: I haven't written a Fic in a long time. Nauti's challenge was just too good to resist. So, this is what comes of an hour and a half in rush hour traffic with nothing to do but think smutty thoughts, shopping at the only Target on the north side of Chicago during the holiday shopping season, two Mike's Hard Lemonades and a packof cigarettes. I hope someone enjoys it! Feedback: Yes please, but no flames from prudes please. You've been warned. ChristyRae75@aol.com





As they came to rest on the floor of the basement, Buffy continued to ride Spike. Her initial feeling of complete shock at Spike actually being inside her had given way to the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. The same force that was bringing the building down around them was the force that Spike was using to slam into her. As she moaned and whimpered, urging him on, she remembered telling Spike that he could make her feel again and she remembered how desperately she wanted the fire back in her life. Lying there in the rubble, pumping and grinding on Spike's erection she knew they had ignited a fire that would leave her burned forever. She'd never felt or even imagined she could feel this way. Angel had been gentle and hesitant when he took her virginity. Parker and Riley hadn't had the physical strength or dark lack of inhibition to fuck her the way Spike was. As good as it was, she still begged for more.

"Harder Spike! Pleeeese! Harder...make it hurt!!" She was gasping for breath, biting and kissing any bit of his skin she could reach. She clutched his shoulders in a death grip and increased her own movement, slamming their bodies together so violently it made her teeth rattle. She gasped and arched up off Spike as she felt the biggest cum of her life building.

After his shock and untimely desire to be gentle wore off, Spike felt nothing but the mind-erasing pleasure of being buried deep inside Buffy's heat. This was the culmination of every fantasy he'd had for the past three years and he was suddenly wondering if he could keep up. Her animalistic groans and whimpers were driving him crazy and he wondered if it was possible to feel too good to cum.

"Buffy!" he grunted. "Fuck... feels so good, so hot... slick!"

"Oh God!"

"Yeah baby, come on, let go"

"Unh...Unh...Please Spike...so close, please just.... little.... harder!!"

Spike couldn't possibly thrust any harder but he knew she needed just a little more to push her over the edge and that when she finally came and he felt her contractions milking him, he would be gone too. Spike grabbed her ass and rolled them over. He drilled his cock into her and reached down to pinch her clit. That's all it took. Buffy shrieked and nearly threw him off. Her muscles squeezed him until he thought he'd pass out in pleasure or pain, the line was suddenly very blurred. As Buffy gasped and clung to him his whole body tensed and he came, pumping his seed deep within her. He collapsed on top of her, face buried in the sweat-damp hair that lay plastered to her neck, momentarily unable to move.

Buffy was watching the starbursts behind her eyes, still clutching Spike's body to her. Both were trembling from exertion and pleasure. Buffy's mind drifted and came to rest on an odd memory. She remembered watching the movie Clan of the Cave Bear with Xander and Willow a couple of years ago. Xander had thought it would be funny to rent it right after the Cave Slayer incident. The three of them had laughed especially hard at the primitive, cave man sex scenes. Now, however, lying in the ruins of the building with Spike still inside her getting hard again, she understood that deep-rooted sexual instinct that made people grunt and moan and sweat together. She couldn't imagine ever again fantasizing about hearts and flowers, soft caresses and perfectly choreographed sex. She knew that from now on, deep inside, she would carve this nasty, brutish release.

Spike almost couldn't believe that he was hard again. But then again, everything he'd dreamt of for three years was right here for the taking. There was a lot more that he wanted to do to her and with her before the night was over. He raised himself up enough to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, her chest was still heaving and she was flushed and sweaty. The dust from the rubble had mingled with the sweat on her body and there were smudges and bruises decorating her skin. She had never looked more beautiful to him. Without leaving her hot center, he removed his duster and both shirts. Taking her cue from him, Buffy lifted herself up enough to draw her own shirt off, tossing it away. Their naked torsos met and both sighed at the feel of their skin rubbing together.

Spike leaned down and kissed her hungrily. She met him half way and they tore at each other's mouths, sliding together, loving the friction of her heavy breasts against the cool hardness of his chest. Spike broke away from the kiss and looked at her lying beneath him. He reached down and lightly circled one of her erect nipples with his index finger. Buffy hissed at the contact and her eyes snapped open, sparkling with erotic pleasure and challenge. Taking that as a sign to continue, Spike circled the nipple again before pinching it. Buffy reared up and smacked him; not to make him stop but to take them down the road that was inevitable at this point. Spike growled as his head snapped to the side. He attacked her mouth again as she grabbed his dick and squeezed with her Slayer strength. She slid her other hand around to his tight ass and began shoving his pants down. Drowning in the pleasure/pain she was causing him, he barely managed to register in his head that she wanted him naked. When it fully dawned on him, he lifted himself up enough to slide his jeans off and give her full access. Before she continued though, she removed her own skirt and panties so they were both naked and ready for another go.

She took a moment to look at him sitting there naked, hard, tongue tucked between his front teeth. He was irresistible. Standing, she placed a foot on either side of his hips and slowly sank down, impaling herself on his erection, never breaking eye contact. She wrapped her legs around his back and they sat there for a moment face to face, him throbbing inside her. She gripped his pecks and began to move up and down on him again. His fingers bruised the flesh of her bottom as he grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart gripping her as firmly as possible to help her slide up and down on him. His nostrils flared as he caught the sweet scent of their mingled juices and her sweat. He then caught the scent of blood as her nails dug into his chest and she dragged them down watching small drops pool on the surface of his skin. It was beautiful to look at and it fascinated her. Her whole life, her calling, her recent death, they all came down to blood. Spike hissed loudly as he watched her head descend and her tongue slip out to taste the blood she had drawn on his chest.

Buffy was stunned as the blood sent an electric charge through her. It was just like Dracula except this time she didn't see herself hunting. Instead she was connected to Spike. She felt herself being fucked and she felt what Spike was feeling as he drove himself into her. It was an overwhelmingly erotic experience. She threw her head back and scratched her nails down her own neck. Then she grabbed the back of Spike's head and forced him down to the blood that was leaking from the shallow furrows she'd made. As he licked up the sweet blood she offered, she returned to the scratches on his chest and once again was transported to that place where she was both herself and Spike. She saw inside his mind and knew he wouldn't bite her. He saw inside her mind and knew she wouldn't let him…yet. She felt his love and desire to be tender and couldn't help slowing her tempo and easing her movements in reaction. She began to caress rather than scratch and dig. In turn, he felt her anger, fear and desperation and couldn't help increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts. Together they made the perfect combination.

She lifted her head, breaking the connection and met his eyes. Some wicked part of her taunted him. Gasping she demanded, "Who's in control here?" Spike refused to answer her. She fisted her hand in the hair at the back of his head and yanked back, making him growl. "Who's in control here, baby? Answer me!"

Spike replied by lunging forward, slamming her back into the floor, "I am!" he ground out. He put his hands flat on the floor on either side of her shoulders to get more maneuverability and with each stroke he twisted, hitting her clit and making her body shake uncontrollably. Buffy came but Spike kept thrusting into her relentlessly. The feeling became so intense it bordered on pain.

"Finish dammit!" she screamed.

"Who's in control now pet?"

"I am," she said as she reached around and inserted her finger into his rectum.

"FUCK!" Spike howled as he came, unable to stop after she threw that little move into the mix. Once again he collapsed on top of her, nearly unconscious.

They slept briefly. Spike was the first to wake. He was lying on his side spooning Buffy. Her bottom was tucked tightly against his growing erection and his arms circled his waist. Carefully, so as not to wake her he slid down a few inches until the tip of his cock rested in just the right spot. He slid his arm down and lifted her leg just enough to give him the access he needed. Very slowly he slid into her still wet depths. Suddenly Buffy tensed and whimpered but not in pleasure.

"No Spike. Please it hurts," she whispered.

"Don't you want it luv?" he asked quietly. He was concerned. He should have known she'd be sore but all he could think of when he woke was how much he still wanted her.

"Yesss," she hissed as he moved slightly. "But I can't. It hurts too much."

"There are other ways," he suggested hesitantly not knowing if she'd go for it or not.

Buffy sighed shakily. She could only imagine a couple of other ways they could accomplish what he wanted and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that. She knew she wanted him again. The two times they'd already done it had barely taken the edge off her desire. What the hell, she thought. You only live three times.

"Show me."
 



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