Blvd of Broken Dreams

Chapter 5

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Spike spun around and faced Angel who stood, his arms stiffly at his sides, his mouth set in a hard line. He looked down right pissed and it made Spike want to laugh. Who the hell was he anyway?

“What’s the matter Angel? Jealous that I managed to snag a few other rewards besides my soul?”

Angel gawked at him, his face flushed with anger, his chest heaving with un-needed breath, beyond angry that Spike should get anything extra, let alone his soul. Who did he think he was? And to get Buffy on top of it? That was too much for Angel to even think about.

“Must be thinking about Buffy,” Spike taunted as the brooding on Angel’s face grew. “Not that it matters mate but she came to me, she kissed me, she wanted me.”

“Oh and what Spike? You were too helpless to avoid her attempts?” Angel snarled at him.

“Can you blame me? Who would turn her down? She’s bloody beautiful and she irks me in all the right places.”

“She’s not yours Spike. She’s MINE!”

“You keep saying that.” Spike shrugged. He was getting annoyed with Angel; damn poofter kept saying things over and over. Was getting bloody boring.

Angel glared at him, his eyes flashing amber before he rushed him. He grabbed Spike by the neck, pinning him to the wall of a crypt they happened to standing near.

“I don’t know what you were trying to accomplish by coming here Spike but I think it’s time you leave,” Angel snarled, his words coming out with a good amount of spittle.

Spike was amused. He couldn’t help it. Seeing Angel all puffy and splotchy just struck something inside him.

He stifled a chuckled but allowed Angel to keep his grip. It wasn’t hurting Spike any and frankly he wanted Angel to think he was getting the upper hand.

Angel saw it was not phasing Spike one bit and with a disgruntled sound he released the blond vampire. Angel started to walk away and almost stopped when the younger vampire’s voice reached his ears.

“Don’t think your manly show of testosterone was enough to drive me away Angelus. I’m not going anywhere.”

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The moon was high in the sky surrounded by twinkling stars as Buffy tossed and turned in her bed. Her head filled with images too erotic and too sensual for her not to get aroused about. One would think she was dreaming of Angel, her love for him proclaimed even though she sent him to hell. Only it wasn’t Angel who touched and caressed her flesh.

The dream started out so nice. It was like a movie being played out against her eyelids. She was a watcher and a participant. Everything dream Buffy felt she did too.

Buffy was sleeping peacefully in her bed, covered up to her chin in her soft percale sheets. She must have been in a deep sleep because she didn’t even move when the mattress pressed down next to her, the weight from whoever was in the room with her. He watched her from the window, gauging which of the three stages of sleep she was in. When he was confident she was in deep he sauntered in. He couldn’t help himself as he sat on her desk chair, his elbows resting on the wooden back as he watched her even, steady breathing.

She looked like an angel, her blond hair fanned around her, the moonlight framing her face. He almost didn’t want to touch her…almost. His fingers reached for her even before he thought to move his hand. His feet making him rise and sit on her bed. He trailed his digits idly on her bare shoulder, caressing the satiny warmth of her skin. Unconsciously he leant down and pressed his cool lips to the curve of her neck and shoulders, breathing in her scent as she whimpered in her sleep. He continued to pepper kisses along her neck and shoulders, careful not to press to hard. He didn’t want her to wake up baring the stake she no doubt had hidden on her delicate form.

Buffy whimpered again as his mouth ventured near her jaw line, his mouth leaving her skin covered in goose bumps. He laughed softly, the sound tickling her ears as his hands rubbed at her arms. When he dipped his head to kiss at her neck again she moved her face and rewarded herself with a taste of his lips. Spike’s eyes flew open checking her face to see if her green orbs would be staring back. His body relaxed, as did his mouth when he realized she was still sleeping. He didn’t know how he knew, even questioned it again when her small hands snaked up his arms and her fingers buried themselves in the small hairs at the nape of his neck.

Spike hesitated as she tried to deepen the kiss. His resolve completely broke when he felt her warm tongue lick at the seal of his lips. With a deep groan he opened his mouth, her tongue darting inside, tempting his into a dance with her. Spike lost himself in the feel of her mouth, his insides turning to jelly as she thoroughly kissed him. He knew she was sleeping, knew she probably wasn’t thinking about him but damn it this felt good and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried.

Her hands wormed their way down his shoulders to his chest. She pulled at his shirt, plucking it free from the waistband of his jeans. Her hot little hands made their way up his chest, his nipples instantly hard as she passed her heat over them. Spike dragged his mouth away from hers, allowing her to take in oxygen. He kissed his way down her neck and located her pulsing vein, her blood rushing through it. His marks from earlier that night were right above her vein. It mesmerized him that she let him bite her, that she wanted him to, that she liked it.

He lowered his mouth and sucked lightly. Buffy mewled and pressed her body against his. He began to lift his head when her strong little hands came down on his head, holding him there in the warm delicate alcove of her skin. He lowered his mouth once again to the fragrant skin and sucked harder.

“Spike!!” Buffy wailed as he flicked his tongue over his already healed marks.

Spike lifted his head and looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed and it was obvious she was still asleep but damn, she was dreaming of him and that made a wild fire of warmth spread through him.

He pulled the sheets of her shoulders and down her torso as he placed kisses on her collarbone kissing down between the valley of her breasts when he realized he was not wearing a top. Her flushed pink nipples called to him, begged him to touch them. He complied and drifted his mouth over them. Her back arched up off the bed as his cool mouth closed around the taut peak, becoming harder as she swished his tongue around her flesh.

Her hot hands were still under his shirt as he sucked on her breasts she pinched his nipples. With each pinch she gave him he would bite gently on hers, the gasps and moans she rewarded him with making him harder and harder within the confines of his black jeans.

Spike continued his venture downwards, tugging the sheets and blankets, praying as each inch of skin was exposed that she would be naked. His prayers were answered as he pulled the sheets down the smooth expanse of her stomach to the v of cropped curls on her mound. Spike inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal drugging him. He stood abruptly and shed off his clothes, not caring if they ripped from his body.

He pulled the sheets down to the bottom of the bed before kneeling naked in front of Buffy. She lay there, her eyes still closed, her body panting, tight with arousal. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders as he buried his mouth against her. Buffy cried out and reached down to hold onto his head as he flicked his tongue against her swollen clit.

Buffy screamed out his name as he thrust two fingers inside her wet heat, her walls grasping at him, her clit hardening as he continued to swirl his tongue around the hard bundle of nerves. He curled his fingers under and rubbed against the spongy softness of her g-spot as he bit her clit gently with his human teeth.

“SPIKE!” Buffy yelled, her body plunged into orgasm. Spike pulled his fingers from her and fastened his mouth over her opening, lapping up every ounce of her essence as it flowed from her body. Her body continued to quake under his lips as he licked at her, her knees started to shake as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He could have continued to stay down there forever flinging her into orgasm after orgasm but he had to have her, had to feel her heat surrounding his cock.

He gave her pussy a lingering kiss before crawling up her body and settling his cool one over her hot one, his hardness rubbing against her thigh. She grabbed at his head, pulling his mouth to hers as she spread her legs allowing him to position himself in between them. The hard tip of his cock was pressed against the sopping heat of her cleft. Spike wanted to take it slow, wanted to really pleasure her as he didn’t have the chance when they fucked against the school wall but the heat of her body was too tempting and he was too far turned on to stop himself as he slid into her body.

Buffy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to move within her silken folds. His mouth was on hers, his tongue dueling with hers as his cock thrust inside her. Buffy tore her mouth away from his and gasped against his throat as her body floated closer and closer to the edge.

“Spike…I…”

“What love? What do you need?” he panted, his body picking up speed.

“God I need.”

“What pet?”

“Bite me Spike. Oh god bite me,” she growled at him as she tightened her inner muscles around his cock, pissed that he was making her ask him, hell making her tell him what to do.

As soon as the words left Buffy’s mouth Spike vamped, his amber eyes and fangs prominent on his face. Buffy grabbed his mouth and kissed him, before directing his mouth to her neck, the same side he had bit earlier.

“SPIKE!!!” Buffy screamed as he bit deeply plunging her in the abyss, her body shaking underneath him, her inner walls squeezing the hell out of his cock. He pulled on her blood once, twice, three times before he was dragged alongside her, his cock shooting his cool seed inside her.

“Mine,” he growled as he licked at his marks, sealing them.

“Yours,” she whispered.

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