Rating: NC-17
Summary: Challenge response from Vampyre Haven Fic-a-thon. Set during Season 4, sometime after Spike finds out he can hurt demons.
Challenge: NC-17, involve a claiming bite, a collar (all of this before the chip) and then how Willow and Spike deal when he becomes chipped
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just borrowing.
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A/N: Thanks to The Keeper of my Muse - Gabrielle, without whom I'd be lost.
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This was the third time Willow caught herself looking over at the bleached-blond vampire sitting casually on the couch in Giles' apartment. Each time she was sure she lingered longer to look at the smooth lines of his body, the relaxed look on his face, the slick look of his hair, the. 'Ok, work Willow,' she thought.
Ever since Spike had shown up on Giles' doorstep, not weeks before, Willow found herself watching him every now and then. She didn't quite know where the obsession had come from, and she was just a bit disturbed by it. This was the vampire that had tried to kill her on two, two, occasions. Her mind drifted back to the first time she had ever been in close proximity to Spike.
Flashback
'This is it,' Willow thought, 'I'm going to die.' Her mind flashed back to images of her childhood and her parents, Xander and Jessie, Oz, Giles, Buffy.everyone she'd ever loved. It was somewhat ironic, if you had a twisted sense of humor, the reason she was going to die.
All she had wanted to do was stop the very thing she had wanted most of her life. The growing feelings between her and Xander. Simple, easy, just a spell to keep her and Xander from lusting after each other. They had set out to do the spell before their double date later that evening. However, that was when things took a turn for the worse. Spike had come, knocked Xander out, and kidnapped them both.
Now he was going to kill her.
"I haven't had a woman in weeks," Spike said into her neck.
Willow could feel the ridges of his true face on her skin; feel the soft hint of unneeded breath flutter through her hair.
"Well, unless you count that shopkeeper earlier," Spike said, laughing softly at his own joke.
The hand at the back of Willow's neck wasn't forceful, but she knew he could snap her neck like a twig if he chose to. Honestly, she didn't want to die, didn't want to leave this earth with so many things left unaccomplished. Heck, she hadn't even finished high school yet.
The sharp pain caught Willow off-guard as she yelped, grabbing hold of Spike's arms as they wrapped around her. She didn't know if she'd struggled. All Willow knew as she closed her eyes as the darkness enveloped her was that Xander had to make it out of there or she would never forgive herself.
End Flashback
Shaking herself back to reality, Willow began working again. Thankfully, it had been a slow night on the demon front. Giles and Willow were just going through the books, making sure that the list Willow had compiled for Giles was complete. Buffy and Riley had gone out to patrol earlier. Xander and Anya had also left earlier to 'practice the art of procreation'. Spike, who'd been living with Giles on and off since he'd gotten the government chip implanted into his brain, was idly flipping through channels on the small TV they had discovered the other night.
"Oi, Watcher, why don't we get cable?" Spike asked from the couch.
Spike knew Giles would never get cable, just as he knew the Watcher wouldn't let him stay here forever. Nevertheless, Spike found himself coming back here night after night, unable to stay away it seemed. Even after he had found out that, while attacking humans game him a skull-cracking migraine, demons were fair game for violence, he still stayed at the apartment.
He blamed his recent dreams on his forced inactivity. They had started shortly after his encounter with the redhead in her dorm room. He had just escaped from the government loonies that had placed the blasted chip in his head and had set out to finish what he'd begun before the Initiative had caught him.kill the Slayer.
Granted, his plan hadn't been well thought-out, and it hadn't gone at all the way he'd wanted it to. Firs of all, instead of the Slayer, Spike had found the redhead curled up on her bed. She was the perfect picture of innocence and he remembered thinking that he'd wanted to turn her once before, but that too had been interrupted. But now he had another chance and he thought he would complete his task and bring her over to be like him. That was when he'd found out that he had lost his bite.
Spike had been embarrassed, feeling that without his bite, he was worthless, but Willow had reassured him and listened to him. They had reminisced about that night in the factory. The only thing Spike could really remember was the pink fuzzy sweater and crying on her shoulder. He'd been plastered that night, but Willow seemed content with what he could remember.
Then, weeks later, in a fit of depression, Spike had tried to commit suicide, and again it was Willow who stopped him. She talked to him and made him feel better. Just seeing her had calmed him, though he wouldn't admit to it.
Even now, Spike felt more comfortable in Willow's presence then he did with anyone else, or even when he was alone. Now, he was dreaming about her.
It was a rare thing to begin with, for a vampire to dream, and even more unlikely for him to dream about a human and not have it involve blood and death. In the dreams, Willow never really did anything or said anything. She was more of a constant presence, and she was always in his thoughts. Spike attributed his preoccupation to the fact that after he'd been chipped and forced to help the Slayer, Willow was the only one of the group he didn't mind being around.
"Well, I think that's everything," Willow said, closing her lap top and placing it in her bag. "We now have a full inventory of all your books. Tomorrow we can do a list of all your artifacts. If it stays quiet like this."
"Yes, well, thank you Willow," Giles said. "You have been most helpful, and tomorrow would be fine. I dare say it has been rather quiet as of late. Though, I welcome the break, it does make one wonder."
"Only you, Watcher, would look at it like that," Spike said, glancing over his shoulder. "Can't take anything without bloody questioning it."
"It has been proven time and again that when the demon population lays low or goes quiet it is a harbinger of bad things to come," Giles said in defense.
"Why must everything be a sodding sign with you lot?" Spike countered.
"Guys," Willow said, trying to stem what she was sure was about to become another huge argument. Spike always baited someone into an argument. It was predictable.and annoying at times. Willow sympathized with Spike and his condition, but there were times, like tonight, where she just couldn't stand his snarky behaviour.
"Look, why don't we do this," Willow said reasonably. "Spike and I will go ask around and see if there is anything bad coming. If not, then Giles, please just enjoy the break."
Both Giles and Spike glanced at each other before muttering agreement.
Smiling, Willow gathered the rest of her stuff and prepared to leave. When she turned around, Willow was face to face with Spike's black t-shirt-covered chest. Willow had to force herself to take a deep breath and look up at Spike.
"Ready, Luv?" Spiked asked, a knowing smirk on his face.
Willow nodded. She tossed a goodbye wave to Giles and followed Spike out into the night. They walked in silence for a while. Willow wondered why she had suggested that she and Spike go in search of answers. She was well aware of the fact that Spike could have easily found everything out without her and probably would have been better off without a human in tow. But, much to Willow's surprise, he hadn't protested. Instead, he'd almost seemed happy about it. She pushed that thought out of her head. 'He isn't happy to be here with you,' Willow thought. 'Spike's just happy to be out and to have the possibility of hitting something.'
"So, Luv, ready for a night on the town?" Spike asked, tossing an arm over her shoulder. The moment his fingertips brushed against the skin of her arm, a jolt of something electric and hot shot through him. He couldn't explain it. Up until now, he'd not been this close to her. Now, he never wanted to leave her side. It was disturbing to him. Yeah, he liked the chit, but this went further, deeper, than that. It was almost primal.
"We are not having a 'night on the town', we are seeing if there's anything evil brewing," Willow said softly. She couldn't believe his arm was around her shoulders. He didn't seem to be moving it, and for that Willow was glad. Over the past few months, her feelings for him had ranged from disgust, to contempt, to acceptance, and now it seems to have turned to attraction.
"Aww, come on Luv," Spike said, pretending to pout. He wanted to get her to loosen up, have a bit of fun. He'd been watching her work constantly since he'd come to the Slayer for help, and he was dismayed to see that she never let loose. Spike wanted to see what she would be like if she just livened up a bit, had a little fun. Plus, he wanted a bit of fun himself.
Willow looked up at him and smiled, unconsciously slipping her hand into his. When she realized what she'd done and tried to pull away, Spike gripped her hand to keep it in his. She glanced at him quickly, seeing that he was looking straight ahead, ignoring it, she figured she would too. Besides, it felt nice, it felt right, and she didn't want to break the contact.
"So, what did you have in mind then?" Willow asked.
Normally, Spike would head off to some demon hangout and get plastered, but he couldn't do that tonight, not with Willow in tow. Plus, most of those places were dives and he thought that she deserved somewhere where she wouldn't be looked at like food. Thinking for a moment, Spike remembered this club nearby. He'd gone to it a few times before he was chipped and thought Willow would like it. Not only could he order blood, but also he wouldn't have to worry about Willow getting hurt by some overzealous demon.
"I don't know, lets just see where we end up," Spike said.
When Willow could no longer recognize where they were, she figured that Spike's 'where we end up' actually meant 'where I think we should go'. That, however, didn't bother Willow much. It was good to get away from her normal hangouts and find a new place. But, when Spike stopped in front of a rusted door in a dark alley, she began to rethink her acceptance of this plan.
"Uh, Spike," Willow injected, "What are we doing here?"
"Just a second," Spike said, knocking rhythmically on the door.
The door opened seconds later with a soft swish and not the creak Willow had been expecting. Spike grabbed Willow's hand and pulled her inside the darkness. She wasn't sure where they were, but Spike seemed to know, so she clutched his hand, keeping close to his back. Soon, they came out of the darkness into a sea of strobe lights and loud, but decent music.
Looking around, Willow clung tighter to Spike's arm, not hearing the soft chuckle he gave at her timidity. She saw demons.everywhere. A few humans, or what she thought to be humans milled around, but it was definitely demon heavy. And not just vampires' sporting their game faces either, but demons of every ilk, some she recognized from research sessions and others she'd never seen before.
"Spike," Willow said, raising her voice to be heard over the music without yelling and pulled on his duster sleeve. "What is this place?"
She watched stunned as a few people, demons, and vampires greeted Spike with various waves, grunts, and nods in his direction. Willow watched as Spike nodded back in greeting before turning back to answer her.
"It's a club, Luv," Spike said, as if it was obvious. "Ruby."
"Right, the music and lights clued me into that.but," Willow said, motioning to a green demon with inch-long spikes covering his face.
"Don't worry, Pet, no one here will hurt you.unless you ask," Spike said, tossing the last part in for that special shocked _expression she gave him. "This is a Sanctuary. Demon and human-friendly. There's a spell over the place that won't allow any type of violence to occur within the confines of the building."
"Oh," was all Willow could say. She loosened her grip on Spike's arm, but moved her hand down to clasp his. She didn't want to stray too far from him, still uncertain of her surroundings, but she relaxed a bit.
"Grab a table? Or would you rather dance?" Spike asked, turning Willow to face him and leaning down close to her ear so she could hear him over the thumping music.
"You dance?!" Willow asked, shocked. 'This I've got to see,' she thought.
"Yeah, but don't bloody tell anyone."
"Ok, let's see what you've got."
Spike gave Willow a wicked smirk and led her to the dance floor.
The music thrummed through Willow's body, immediately causing her body to move to the beat. It was neither fast, nor slow, but just the right pace for her. She was by no means a great dancer, but with Spike's blue eyes watching her every move, she didn't care. His lithe form kept in time with hers, mimicking her, and occasionally bumping into her.
She was beautiful and on fire as Spike watched, drinking up the movements of her body. He had known she was a gorgeous creature, but hadn't known until now how sensual she could be.if given the chance. The sight of her, moving and gyrating to the music was stirring Spike into an aroused state. He wanted nothing more then to pull her into his arms and ravish her. He could imagine what she would look like, lips red and swollen from kisses, body pliant and willing. 'Stop it mate,' he said to himself. 'Torturing yourself will do you no bloody good.'
By the second song, Willow was thoroughly lost, eyes closed and head thrown back. She didn't even realize she'd grabbed a hold of Spike, pulling him against her body. Finally, when the music stopped for a moment, Willow opened her eyes and saw Spike's crystal blue eyes boring into hers, desire and lust clearly written on his face, in the way he clenched his jaw.
"I-I'm sorry," Willow stuttered, moving back from him.
Spike growled low, not wanting to lose the contact and pulled her back to him, keeping her flush with his body. When she went to look away from him, he tilted her head back up, silently asking her to continue looking at him.
Emotions, unknown until now, raced through them. Willow watched as Spike took an unneeded breath, letting it out slowly. Her heart seemed to be residing in her throat as she watched Spike's mouth descend to hers. He'd given her time to pull away, but she didn't want to. She wanted this contact, craved it like nothing before.
When their lips met, both gave a groan of satisfaction. The kiss began slowly at first, light nips and soft fluttering before Spike intensified it. His tongue asked for entrance, and Willow granted it. Their tongues slid across each other, tasting, exploring. The meeting of hot and cool was intense, causing Willow to moan again.
Spike pulled away, knowing she needed to breathe. He would have continued it, wanted to continue, but he also needed to see her reaction. She was even more beautiful then he had imagined. Her eyes, heavy lidded, looked up at him through her lashes. Her mouth was red and swollen, waiting and begging for more.
A still dazed Willow was pulled to a darkened table by Spike. When they were seated, Willow tried to shake the haze of the kiss from her mind and looked at Spike.
"What was that?" she asked. Licking her lips, Willow savored the flavor of him, wishing it would linger just a little longer.
"I don't know," Spike answered honestly. He'd never felt this strongly about a human before and he wasn't sure why it was her, why it was now. Granted, he'd liked the chit, even fancied her. But that on the dance floor? That was different. It was raw need.
"Spike, I.," Willow said, trailing off. She wanted to tell him that she liked it, that she wanted more. There was a burning need inside of her that had boiled up on the dance floor. She wasn't sure what it was all about, but she didn't want to ignore it either. Rather, Willow wanted to explore it and, hopefully, find that Spike felt the same way. "I liked it, the kiss, the dancing."
If Spike hadn't had vampiric hearing, he would have missed the soft words Willow had spoken. But, he'd heard them and inwardly rejoiced at them. She liked it, not necessarily him granted, but she liked the kiss.
"Want to dance more?" Spike asked, mentally berating himself for sounding like some shy human teenager. He was over a century old. However, his only romantic interest in that time had been Drusilla.and Angelus when given the rare chance. Here he was though, with a human, and loving ever minute of it. She made him feel more alive then he had even back when he'd been mortal.
Willow nodded and followed him back out to the dance floor. The air was thick and heavy, but she didn't notice it. All she could see, all she could feel, was the vampire in front of her, moving his body in time with hers. Once again, she was lost in the music.
Spike drew Willow closer to him, inserting his leg between her thighs, forcing her to grind her center along his thigh. She was emitting sensual groans and the scent of her arousal filled his undead lungs, making him long for more. In a swift motion, in time with the music, Spike swept her hair from her neck. He dipped his head to taste the heated flesh. Her smell was unique and intoxicating, making Spike groan in satisfaction. Slowly, he licked a wet trail from the base of her neck, but stopped when he encountered scarred flesh. Pulling back, Spike stopped dancing and looked at the mark. Someone, some vampire had tasted her before.claimed her. She belonged to someone else. He, along with his demon, raged.
Abruptly, Spike pulled Willow aside and leaned down to speak in her ear. "Who did this?!" He poked at the bite mark so she would know what he was talking about.
"What do you mean?" Willow asked, confused. 'Doesn't he remember?' Willow thought. 'He was the one that put it there.'
"Who bloody claimed you?"
"You."
Spike stood back, stunned. He didn't remember claiming her, didn't remember sinking his fangs into the milky white of her neck and drawing her blood.
"When?"
"You don't remember?"
"No, I bloody well don't remember. Sad that."
"When you had kidnapped me to do that spell for you. You bit me and then left. When I woke up you were gone and then we were rescued."
Silence stretched for a few moments between them, both taking in what they had learned.
Without warning, Spike wrapped his arms around Willow and pulled her in for an almost brutal kiss. He was ecstatic. He was the one that had claimed her. It was his mark she wore on her neck. She was his.
Willow eagerly met his kiss, the fire in her flaring to life again. Apparently, she had said something that pleased Spike. Her hands roamed over his leather-clad back before running up his neck to fist in his hair.
Breaking off the kiss, Willow inhaled deeply and looked around. A few demons were openly watching their display and a blush of embarrassment crept up her face.
"Would you like to.go somewhere less public, Luv?" Spike asked huskily, desire thick in his voice. He prayed to whatever God would listen that she would say yes.
Willow nodded her consent. Unsure, but not wanting to continue their open display. 'What are you doing?' she asked herself. 'This is Spike. A very evil, very sexy, very delicious vampire.' Her inner voice seemed to lean to going with him, so she walked quietly behind him as he talked to a demon and was handed a key. With her hand in his, he led her up some stairs to the back of the club. Floor lights dimly illuminated the hallways.
Spike stopped in front of their room, glancing at Willow to see if she would protest. He'd expected her to say no, or talk through it, but she hadn't. Slipping the key in, he swept the door open, and ushered her inside the room ahead of him. He smiled at the small gasp of pleasure and surprise that escaped her.
He had picked this room with her in mind. It was full of emerald and white upholstered furniture, silk and satin draped over the bed. The walls were painted a softer green, lightening the room a bit. There were candles sitting on every available surface, the scent of vanilla tinting the air. It was a beautiful sight, and Spike was graced with a wonderful smile from Willow.
Closing the door behind him, Spike quickly shucked his duster and advanced on Willow. The light from the candles outlined her in a soft glow, making her look like an angel.
Willow watched, motionless, as Spike stalked her. The hunger in his eyes stole the breath from her. It was met, however, by something deep inside of her and she gave herself over to him when his lips crashed into hers.
Their tongues battled for control, hands flying over clothes, wanting the contact of flesh on flesh. Willow wasn't sure how she had ended up on her back on the bed, but didn't mind. She closed her eyes and let her body feel the touch of his cool fingertips lightly running over the skin of her arms.
Spike needed more contact, he needed to taste her, feel her writhe under him and hear her scream his name in pleasure. He ran his hands down her sides and slid them under her shirt, slowly drawing the material up as he ran his hands along her skin. His mouth came down to nip and lick at the skin that was exposed to him.
Willow lifted up to allow Spike to draw the shirt up over her head. The look of awe on his face made her blush, and she tried to cover up.
"No, Luv. You're beautiful," Spike said, slowly drawing her arms away from her body. His eyes eagerly devoured the sight before him.
Drawing a deep breath, Willow tentatively moved to stand and ran her hands over Spike's ubiquitous black shirt before dipping her hands under the hem. She slowly, torturously, ran her hands up under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles bunch. Her skin felt hot against the cool hardness of his, and she flattened her palms, luxuriating in the feel of him.
Spike hissed, the heat of her hands burning him in the most exquisite way. Her shyness made him want her even more. He helped her by removing his own shirt, before moving to unbutton her jeans. Their eyes met and locked as he drew the denim slowly down her slim hips. He bent down to remove her socks and shoes before pulling her jeans completely off. When she was completely disrobed, Spike held her at arms length and openly admired her. The soft white of her bra and panties spoke of innocence and that made him harder then ever before.
Willow waited patiently while Spike looked her over. The pure adoration and lust that mingled in his eyes made Willow smile sweetly while it tightened things low in her body.
"Willow," Spike said, surprising her by using her name, "you are a goddess."
His compliment left her speechless. Just as the kiss that accompanied it did. Arching up into him, Willow boldly unhooked her bra and drew the straps over her shoulders. The anticipation on Spike's face gave Willow the extra confidence she needed to expose her breasts to him.
When she exposed her soft, petite mounds to him, Spike thought he'd died again and gone to heaven. Leaning down Spike captured Willow's nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue. He was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from the redhead. After spending time on one nipple, he moved to the other one, licking around the aereola before drawing the tight nub into his mouth.
Willow's hands found Spike's hair, holding him to her breast. She'd never had this type of attention before and the sensations that washed over her were pleasant and exciting.
Finally, Spike stood back and smiled when Willow's lust filled eyes open and perused his bare chest. Her eyes went wide when his hands went to his pants. He watched her watch him as he slowly drew open the zipper and removed his jeans, kicking out of his shoes. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock bounced, hard and thick, in the candle light.
Willow's eyes were drawn to his obvious arousal. She knew it was for her and a part of her preened because of that knowledge. He was beautiful, all lithe limbs and sharp angles.
Walking up to her, Spike sat her back down on the bed and parted her knees, letting himself settle between her legs as his fingers teased along her thighs up to her apex. Lightly, Spike brushed his fingers over her panties feeling the wetness that had soaked through. He moved his fingers up to the top of her panties, hooking his fingers in the material and started to slide them down.
"Lift up," Spike said softly. He was rewarded with the lifting of Willow's hips as he moved slightly to allow the garment to be removed.
With her panties gone, the scent of her arousal seemed to fill the air and Spike inhaled deeply with unneeded breath.
"Spike," Willow said, wanting his hands on her. Her body was practically begging for some sort of release.
Sensing her need, Spike drew Willow to the edge of the bed and kneeled down on the floor, at eye level with her core. Being close, he almost lost control, but reminded himself that she was human and he wanted her to enjoy this. Slowly, Spike ran his tongue along her slit and was rewarded with a low, sensual moan from Willow.
He was being tortuously slow with his movements. Willow could feel her muscles tighten with anticipation at ever lick. Finally, Spike focused on the small bundle of nerves, making her groan in pleasure. She lifted her hips a bit, letting him know that she wanted more.
"Please," Willow said with a moan.
Spike's smile was hidden between her legs. Snaking a hand between her legs, he slowly inserted one finger into her tight hot passage. Willow's hips bucked and Spike pistoned his finger slowly inside her. He then inserted another and sucked on her clit.
The sensation of him sucking and fingering her caused Willow to fall over the edge of pleasure and she cried out her release.
With one last flick of his tongue, Spike slid slowly, almost cat-like, up Willow's body. Pushing up on her arms Willow met him halfway and caught his mouth in a needy kiss, tasting herself on him.
Breaking off the kiss, Spike looked at Willow and said, "Are you sure, Luv?"
"Yes," Willow said breathlessly. She wanted this, she knew that, and she needed it. Something in her knew this was right, knew that he was hers as much as she was his.
Positioning himself at her entrance, Spike captured Willow's mouth as he eased himself in, devouring her moan. Her channel was hot, tight, and better then anything he'd ever experienced before. Once fully sheathed inside, he waited a moment for her to get used to the intrusion. When she bucked her hips, he began moving slowly, wanting her to enjoy it.
Willow was in heaven, or as near as one could get. She felt complete with him inside of her, but his slow movements were driving her mad. She wanted to feel him fill her up completely and make her whole. Her hands slid down to cup his ass, pulling him to her as she lifted up to meet his thrusts.
Understanding what she wanted, Spike sped up his movements. They became frantic, each moaning each other's names, calling out for more. He felt his balls tighten and knew he wouldn't last much longer. Reaching between them, Spike pinched her clit. Willow came with a gasp, and Spike followed soon after, roaring her name and filling her fluttering channel with his cold, dead seed.
When they were spent, Spike rolled off Willow, pulling her to spoon with him as he drew lazy circles on her heated flesh.
"Are you alright?" Spike asked, concerned. She had been silent since her orgasm and he wanted to make sure that he hadn't hurt her.
"More then alright," Willow said, turning to smile at him. She could tell that there was something else he wanted to say. "What is it? What's wrong?" 'Was it me?' Willow silently asked herself.
"It, well," Spike said. He wasn't sure how to tell her about the claim, about what it meant. It was probably the reason she was still alive after all this time. No other vampire would dare touch her with his claim on her neck.
"Was.was it me?"
"No, Luv, no. It's just that.well, do you know what it means to be claimed by a vampire?"
Willow's eyebrows gathered in thought. She couldn't ever remember coming across it in her research and shook her head no.
"It means you're mine," Spike said. He held an unneeded breath as he waited for her outburst. When she stayed silent, he opened his eyes to see her smile and reach up to caress his face.
"I am yours," Willow said, pulling him into a deep kiss.