Spike’s mind raced as he felt the invisible thing pinning him to the wall. He could sense its presence when it entered, and he could certainly feel it now, but whatever it was had no intention of letting him move an inch. When he felt the rasping of his zipper being tugged down, his eyes flew wide open. The little fingers working to pull his cock out felt fami- Buffy! Buffy’s…invisible? And licking my--holy shit… His thought faded into nothingness as she began teasing his with her tongue. “B-Buffy?” he managed to gasp.

I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor

Buffy grinned. The power she had over him was palpable. It was even better than trying to dominate him the night the house came down. He was completely under her power, because he couldn’t even see her to stop her. And for some reason, this was turning her on so much she felt like she was oozing her excitement through her underwear.

Returning her attention to Spike’s cock, she ran the flat of her tongue over the head, wiggling the very tip against the slit, knowing this drove him mad. His growls from above encouraged her, and she slid her lips over the head, popping it through like he was entering her. Relaxing her jaw, she slid him all the way in, squashing her gag reflex enough to allow him to thrust shallowly.

His moans and whimpers increased, and she reached up, cupping his balls in one hand, running her thumb over them in rhythm with his thrusts. She could feel how tight they were; he was going to come soon. Her lips slid back up to the tip, sucking on it lightly in an effort to calm him down. She certainly wasn’t going to let him come without her.

Kissing the tip, she raised up off her knees, pressing her hot body against his cold one. When it was apparently he still didn’t get it, she grabbed his hands impatiently, placing them on her breasts. Her breath caught his fingers flicked over her rock hard nipples, and she groaned when he pulled her up against his erection, grinding it into her mound. “Yessss,” she hissed.

His hands moved over her curves frantically, touching everything he couldn’t see and had dreamed about for two weeks. He couldn’t believe she was here, couldn’t believe she’d just sucked him off like a pro, and certainly couldn’t believe she was invisible. But he wasn’t one to look the gift horse and all that, so he was going with it. His hands found their way to her shoulders and he hooked one hand behind her neck, pulling her in for a savage kiss.

Feeling like she was losing control, Buffy shoved him off her, using her invisibility to give her enough advantage to push him so he landed in his chair. Climbing on top of him, she ripped his shirt off at the sleeves, throwing the remains over her shoulder. Her lips attacked his neck, biting and sucking his scars eagerly while grinding his hips onto his stiff cock. His howls only enflamed her more, and she bit harder, licking at the little drops of blood that welled up. The howls turned to snarls of carnal pleasure, and she moaned, her fingernails raking over his sculpted pectorals.

Rip the pants and rip the shirt
rough sex make it hurt

Spike threw her backwards onto the floor, diving off the chair to land on top of her. He touched his neck, and smelling the blood on his fingers, he looked at her in amazement. Without the ability to see her eyes, he felt completely unable to connect with her. Except when she’d bit him. He burrowed his knees between hers, moving his cock so it pressed up against her entrance through her clothes. Praying she didn’t jump up and stake him, he leaned down and scraped her neck with his fangs. He couldn’t see the blood that welled forth, but he could smell it. He licked it up, sucking on the wound with just enough pressure to keep it going. Amazingly…no chip frying his brain, and even more amazing, no complaint from Buffy.

In fact, she was writhing underneath him, pushing his jeans off with her feet. “Sp-Spike. Oh, God. Spike, please—get me out of these clothes. Need you…need you now,” she managed to pant. Her brain was filled with images of Spike fucking her; mini pornos of him fucking her everywhere imaginable from the movies to her kitchen counter. Is this what he thinks about all day? her mind wondered fleetingly.

“Never one to disappoint the ladies,” Spike murmured, dragging his mouth away from her neck. He ripped her shirt over her head, then her bra, throwing them over his shoulder. He attacked her jeans next, finding this especially difficult due to her current state. When he reached to simply rip them, she batted his hands away and undid them herself. Her underwear followed her top, and she was finally naked. Not that I can bloody see it, he thought.

Buffy grabbed his head and directed it to her breasts, her hands drifting downward to run over his shaft, rubbing him exactly the way she knew he liked. It’s funny how I remember exactly how to make him scream from just that one time, she thought. Pushing that disturbing thought aside, she went back to working his shaft as he worked magic on her hot skin. His cold tongue was licking and flicking its way over her chest and down her torso slowly.

I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes

When he went low enough that she had to let go of cock, she mewled in protest. He simply grinned at her wickedly and reversed his position. His cock was right in front of her face, and his lips immediately buried themselves in her mound. A scream ripped through the air as he bit her clit lightly, and she muffled it by deep throating his cock in one swift motion. A matching howl erupted from his chest and he began to eat her in earnest. She retaliated by sucking him fast and hard, determined to make him come first.

Spike realized what she was doing, but by the time he tried to stop her, it was too late. His demon surfaced and roared, biting her thigh as he shot cold semen into her mouth, spurting more in one load than he ever remembered coming out before. Buffy made a great deal of swallowing it loudly, so he knew what she was doing, and he gulped. “Bloody hell, woman, you just—“

“Swallowed it all. And it was mmm mmm good, baby,” she whispered in a sultry voice. “Wanna go make me squeal downstairs where the rock isn’t cutting holes in my back?”

He grinned, pushing himself off her and rolling to the side. “You really game for more after that?” he asked, looking at the disaster scene his living room had become.

Buffy smiled a grin that she wished he could see. “Oh, hell yeah. I’ve had designs on that pipe over your bed for awhile,” she confessed, pinching his butt and giggling.

“Buffy, I don’t know who made you invisible, but if you find out, I’m sending them flowers.”

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Spike growled as she rode him, her hands grasping the pipe above his bed and doing occasional pull ups on it, raising her body so it just barely hovered on the tip of his cock, then letting go and slamming down onto his pelvis. If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to bloody combust. Of that, he was sure.

Buffy’s voice cut into his thoughts. “Spike…don’t you like it?” she asked plaintively.

He shook his head. “God, yes, Sl—Buffy. You’re just…I’m not sure I can…hold out much longer. And you haven’t—“ he babbled.

She leaned in and nibbled at his ears, knowing how sensitive they were. “Wanna know a secret?”

He groaned, feeling her muscles squeezing him tightly inside. “Y-Yes, pet.”

“I could come at anytime. With or without you. Just thinking about you fucking me makes me cream my panties,” she whispered, her voice growing hoarse from screaming.

His snarl filled the air, and pumped up into her, pounding her pelvis so hard it would have shattered if she’d been wholly human. Her dirty talk had inflamed his demon, and he was beyond the point of control. Grabbing her neck, he pulled her down and kissed her savagely, then bit her shoulder. His finger sliced a small scratch over a pectoral and fixed her mouth on it, urging her to drink like he was.

All caution and good sense flew out of Buffy’s head as he began sucking on the bite, and she lowered her head, mimicking his motions with her own mouth. The blood from his cut flowed into her mouth, filling it with a copper taste. Then it hit her. The pictures, words, sounds, feelings and memories came flying out of the abyss at her. Everything Spike had been, wanted to be, and was now filled her mind and heart. And she knew, then and there, that he did love her. He really, truly loved her with all his being.

That thought pushed her mind over the edge and she screamed so loud, she was sure they could hear her back at the Magic Box. Spike felt her clenching around him and let go, shooting his seed into her again as he sucked at the puncture wounds on her shoulder hungrily. A moment of clarity hit them both, and they passed out.

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When Buffy finally woke up, she was in his arms, still invisible, but warm and content and feeling better than she had in months. A smile spread across her face and she looked at Spike. Her smile faded when she realized he couldn’t see it anyway. Her hand came up to brush his cheek, and he moved closer, nuzzling her neck.

His cock jumped at the contact, and she giggled. “Again?”

He nodded. “In the words of someone we know and love, ‘Oh, hell yeah’,” he replied.

Buffy sighed and shifted so he was on top. She loved how he felt pressing down onto her, crushing and protecting her with his body at the same time. Her arms twined around his neck, pulling his lips down for a sweet kiss.

He straightened, sliding his hips between her thighs again and entered her. His hips back moving, slowly, in circles, teasing her. He knew this time was different; she was almost letting him make love to her, not just fuck her. His heart soared at this thought, and he places small kisses across her collarbone as he slid in and out of her core.

Buffy groaned her appreciation. “Oh, Spike, I—“

“Hey, Spike? What’re you doing down here?”

Buffy froze underneath Spike. He looked down even though he couldn’t see anything, and then back up at the whelp, which he’d gladly rip into pieces with his bare hands at the moment. “What…What am I doing? Push-ups.” He demonstrated several times, eliciting muffled moans from Buffy when his pelvis slapped hers.

Xander looked at him. “Naked? Let me just say, Spike, you need to get a girlfriend.”

He looked down at the sheets beneath, feeling Buffy curling back into her hard shell. “That I do, mate. That I do.”