Blvd of Broken Dreams

Chapter 3

She tried soo very hard to mean it. Because in reality it wasn’t supposed to mean something. There was no way she could care for him let alone anything else.

“I know.”

“This is just sex.”

“I bloody well know that Slayer. Now stop your yapping.”

She moaned as he plunged a hand between their bodies to rub at her dripping pussy. He pushed the soaked material to the side and ran his finger up her slit, her lips parting, wanting more of the intrusion.

“Please,” she begged as the probing finger darted into her channel.

Spike didn’t know what to say, he lost all train of thought as soon as Buffy’s walls clutched at his finger, so tight, so wet, so hot.

He needed no other encouragement. He ripped her panties from her body and pulled at the zipper of his fly. His cock sprung free, bouncing against her labia in excitement.

Buffy groaned as he reached between them once more and positioned the head of his length at her slippery entrance. With a growl Spike thrust, impaling her on his cock, her body tight and throbbing around him.

Spike felt as though he was drowning in liquid fire. The pleasure was exquisite. He grabbed onto her hips tighter, leaving little finger marked bruises in her flesh as he thrust fiercely inside her, pounding into her.

Buffy’s body was awash with sensations. He was buried deep, so deep that when he thrust he hit her cervix. It was the kind of pleasure that was so amazing especially when mixed with a slight amount of pain. His head was buried in her neck, slightly nipping at her throat with his blunt teeth while Buffy ran her hands up and down his bare flesh. His back was covered in little red lines from where Buffy had drawn blood. Spike secretly loved the tiny tendrils of pain that radiated from the torn lines in his back.

Spike knew she was close. Her inner walls started clutching at him, tighter then they had been before. She was moaning in earnest now, not giving a damn who or what walked by. Spike fought hard for control, his demon was begging to come out. Even with his soul he was finding it hard to keep his demon half in check. His mind kept telling him to bite her, to drain her, his human and vamp guise changing back and forth. He grabbed onto her hair and pulled her head back.

The look on Buffy’s face shocked him. She was soo crazy with her lust that she didn’t even flinch at his amber eyes and fangs. If it could be possible it seemed to turn her on more. Her eyes glazed over and she kissed him, fangs and all. She ran her tongue along his canine teeth, relishing in the feel of them. She gripped his bottom lip in her mouth and bit him, drawing blood.

Spike growled low in his throat. She was torturing him and damn it he was fucking loving it. He pulled his mouth away from hers and buried it once more in her neck. He was fighting to control himself, telling himself that one little bite wouldn’t hurt. He wouldn’t take much blood.

He reached a hand down in between their thrusting bottoms and located her throbbing nub. He pinched the tiny bundle of nerves and pinched hard. Buffy screamed out his name as she exploded in a burst of fireworks. Her whole body contracted around his, from her hands to her core. She had him gripped by the shoulders, her nails leaving little half moon marks in his alabaster skin.

Spike opened his mouth wide and struck, biting her on the delicate skin of her neck. Buffy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, the explosions of lights stronger and brighter against the back of her eyelids. Spike pulled hard on her neck, her warm, intense living essence flowing in to his mouth and through his body. The combination of her blood and her still contracting pussy pushed Spike over the edge. Releasing his teeth from her neck he roared, his manhood firing shot after shot of his seed into her body.

*~*

Angel felt bad.

He felt deep down, sick to his stomach miserable over the way he treated Buffy. It wasn’t her fault that Spike was back and it wasn’t her fault that he had his soul. He had helped her and damn it, it was warranted. She needed help against Angelus and Spike needed Dru away from Angelus. It was only natural that they banded together. But that didn’t mean that Angel had to like it, even though he didn’t have a choice.

That’s what it was all brought down to.

Choices.

He knew he was lucky to have Buffy talking to him, trusting him again. His whole Angelus stint was a complete horror. Angel shuddered as Angelus’ memories clouded his head. Torturing Giles and killing Jenny had to be the worst and Angel was paying for it. Giles wouldn’t look him in the eye and when he did it wasn’t a friendly glance. Angel knew if looks could kill Giles would have him dead one hundred times over by now.

Angel sighed and walked over to his fireplace, the flames bright and dancing happily along the splintered wood. He longed for the days prior to his soul losing. Giles, Buffy and everyone else trusted him so much, no questions asked. Willow who always gave everyone the benefit of the doubt couldn’t even bare to look at him for too long without her eyes clouding over with worry, disappointment, anger.

Angel grabbed a log from beside the fireplace, with a flick of his wrist the log landed on the fire, the flames tickling the sides until the glowing embers engulfed the fresh timber. He sat down on the broken marble and closed his eyes. The vision of Spike danced across his eyelids, Angel growled menacingly as Buffy popped up next to him. He watched as they kissed, not a sweet ‘let’s make love’ sort of kiss, it was a lust fuelled passionate kiss that threatened to melt them both. Buffy pulled away smiling and that’s when Angel saw it. On her neck a fresh bite mark, the twin wounds still red.

*~*

Buffy couldn’t even comprehend what had happened between her and the blond vampire. One minute they were fighting, the next they were having wild, out of control sex. Then it was over. They pulled away from one another, refusing to look in each other’s eyes. Their bodies still trembling from the intense orgasms they had given one another.

Turning her back to him, Buffy pulled her skirt down about her legs, hiding her drenched mound from his prying eyes. Spike tucked himself back into his pants and pulled a cigarette from his duster pocket.

“Buffy…”

Buffy spun around and held a hand up.

“No Spike. This doesn’t mean anything.”

Spike glanced at her, his cigarette dangling from his kiss-swollen lips.

He smirked and flicked his lighter open.

“This won’t happen again Spike. And if you tell you anyone and I mean ANYONE about what happened tonight I will kill you. Dead…dust…gone,” Buffy snarled backing him up against the wall.

“Yeah…like I want everyone know I just shagged the pristine little slayer. Get over yourself,” Spike laughed. He smiled at the shock on her face and laughed again before turning his heel and walking back into the school.

*~*

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Buffy asked herself twenty minutes later as she stalked through one of Sunnydale’s most active cemeteries. She had been pacing in front of the same stone bench for the better part of ten minutes. She was shaky and confused.

Why? Oh why did I just do that to Spike? With Spike?

“I’m crazy. That’s it. No other explanation,” she said to herself as she sat down on the cold smooth stone bench.

“Why would you think you’re crazy?”

Buffy looked up to see a large forehead and large brown eyes.

So NOT what I needed right now, Buffy thought to herself as she threw her eyes heavenward.

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