Pairing: W/S
Rating: NC-17 - naked Spike sex and blood.
Summary: A prezzie for Lisa Feen's pet - Happy Birthday!
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Spike dropped the body.
The man was young and strong, helping the vampire to work up a little appetite while toying with him. But now that he was done, he was characteristically bored. His and his precious Drusilla’s arrival on the Hellmouth had been greeted by the local vampire’s who served his own great-grandsire with less than open arms and he had quickly killed a few older ones in a display of power. Without question he would be their new master, and own his own merit. He did not even tell them that he and Dru were the Master’s direct descendants. Eventually they would make the connection between William the Bloody who was one fourth of the Scourge of Europe and Spike the Slayer of Slayers.
He toed the dead man into a corner of the gymnasium behind the bleachers and decided to return to the factory that he settled in earlier, bringing his princess a snack. He scowled slightly, his dark thoughts on how she was never really hungry and how weak she was becoming. Her healing was not complete and lacking a sire, she could not regain her health the conventional way, by drinking from the vampire who created her. It was his hope that the demonic energies surround the Hellmouth would prove restorative to his black goddess.
His musing were interrupted by a group of women entering the gym, some were talking and obviously knew each other. Since they were approaching him from the only entrance he stood waiting until the path was clear so that he could leave without incident. It would not do him any good to create a small bloodbath his first night in Sunnydale and attract the attention of the slayer before he was ready to confront her.
One of the women, a tall brunette, spotted him and made her way towards the blonde demon.
“Hello, you must be Mr. Owens.” She offered her hand, which he was reluctant to touch, it being human, but he remembered that it was an expected tradition.
“Yeah, right….so,” He had no idea what to say to the small congregation as they stared at him.
“I’m Cordelia…Chase?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Uh right…” he began to walk past them when he smelled it. Turning his head, it was too many of them in such close proximity to weed out who was emitting the intoxicating scent.
“So…you’re Cordelia and …” He was fishing and knew it, but they seem more than willing to fill him in on the whats and whys.
“Sunnydale high cheerleaders and self defense club.” She stepped closer to him, whispering, “A lot of strange things happen in this town.”
“Oh yeah… I’m your trainer.” A light bulb went on over his head.
“That’s what I said. Sheesh!”
The demon stepped up to the women milling about, commanding their attention.
“Alright ladies...Let’s sit in a circle. ” Most stopped talking, sat, and trained curious eyes on him, except for a cute redhead. She looked everywhere, but at the blonde. “My name is…Mr…Owens. Can I get you to introduce yourselves? Tell me what you hope to get out of this class.”
They went around, starting with Cordelia of course.
“Willow Rosenburg.” The redhead stated timidly, still avoiding eye contact. The demon in Spike wanted to hunt her down and rip her apart, she was so sweet and shy.
“That’s great, luv, but what do you expect to get from the class?”
The scent hit him again. Arousal. And from the little timid mouse. His head tilted as he changed his initial summation of the human, perhaps she was not so innocent.
She finally peered up at him, emerald eyes shining with am intriguing mixture of innocence and experience. “I want to be able to beat the crap out of the va…uh, really bad gang members on PCP. We have a lot of those in Sunnydale.” She knew a lot of the citizen had to realize something was wrong in the town, but she was no ready to confront anyone with the all too real stories of her demon-infested life.
“Alright, pet. I think I can help you with that.” Her near slipped was not missed by the demon and he wondered what she knew about vampires.
The rest of the group finished the round-robin and he began some basic self-defense training. He remembered his lessons with Angelus and drew from them to start them off.
He watched their moves, helping them achieve the proper stances while retaining balance and solid footing. During all of this, he kept an eye on the girl named Willow, picking up on her increasing heartbeat whenever he was near and inhaling her scent, memorizing it. She was a shy little thing, but had a definite desire for him, which he planned to cultivate, quickly.
The hour passed quickly and soon it was time for them to depart. Everyone said their goodbyes and went about going home. Outside, Spike watched the redhead as she paced, searching for someone.
He lit a smoke and silently approached the young creature. “Willow…Rosenburg, right?” he asked, blowing smoke away from her.
“Um, yes.” She looked away from him quickly as her heart jumped in her chest. Even outside he could nearly taste her desire.
“Do you need an escort?” He used his most cultured voice, not wanting to scare her, at least not yet.
She chanced another peek at what she thought was the most handsome male she’d ever seen. Previously Buffy’s on and off, maybe boyfriend Angel held that title, but he was off limits and 250 years old. Her mom would have a huge fit if she dated someone older than her own parents. Not that they were around to even know who she dated.
“No, my friend is supposed to meet me.” She glanced at her watch. “But she should have been here by now.”
“Well, I can walk you home.” She looked at him for a moment. His face was so open and innocent, almost boy-like. She felt like she could trust him, but would rather wait for the slayer.
“Oh, no, that’s okay, she’ll be here soon. She’s just running late.” Willow craned her neck again, searching for the blonde, but there was no one approaching as far as she could see.
“Look, it’s late and dark and unless she is driving, there is no reason for walk alone, pet. And it’s sort of my job, right. Self defense instructor and all that rot. I’ wouldn’t feel right leaving you alone here. What if something happened? You’ve only had one lesson.” He joked.
She smiled a bit, thinking that she was safer with Buffy than anyone on the planet, but how to explain that to him. “She doesn’t drive, but…” her voice tapered off as she continued to look for her friend. <Come on Buffy!>
When she still seemed reluctant, the blonde pressed further. “We can go the way she would come if you know it. That way we’ll come across her along the way. How’s that?”
His blue eyes captivated her and she decided to trust him. After all he was the instructor. He was teaching her to defend herself. There was nothing to fear here, right?
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No Buffy. The whole way and no Buffy…and they were nearing her home. Along the way at some point the quiet awkwardness transformed into curious conversation, both discovering that the other had an embarrassing addiction to daytime soap operas. Willow admitted to taping her favorite, Passions, daily and much to her surprise and delight William (as she had discovered that was his name) also watched Passions as often as possible, although he missed today’s episode.
“Oh… I have it on tape.” She exclaimed, eyes brilliant, as she dug in her backpack for her house key. “And I haven’t had a chance to watch it yet…You can come in and watch it with me… Uh. I mean… that is if you want to… Unless you have to do something else. Because of course you probably have something else to do… I mean look you. I bet girls are waiting in line…” She frowned and bit her bottom lip.
He grinned at her ridiculous rambling. “I’d love to watch it with you, Willow.”
She beamed at him. “Oh…Okay good…,” she pushed her door open, crossing the threshold and waited for him. It had become second nature to her not to invite anyone into her home. They would have to cross on their own.
Spike took a tentative step, wondering if her vague invitation would be enough to allow him access and exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he held when he met no barrier.
She was already at the television, rewinding the tape. “Please sit wherever.”
Once the tape was on its way to the beginning, she turned to him. “Popcorn?”
“No, thanks” he replied as he sank fluidly on the sofa.
“How about something to drink?” She asked, eyeing him thoughtfully.
He raked his eyes over her form, something she found disconcerting, before replying. “Not right now, luv, but definitely later.” His voice was deep and rich, causing her to shiver.
Shaking it off, she grabbed the remote and flopped into the big chair on his right.
“What do you think Timmy did after he found out about Ramona killing his dog?” She inquired while fast forwarding through the opening credits and commercials.
“RAMONA killed his dog??” The blonde was caught off-guard by this little bit of information. He had missed a few more episodes this week because of traveling with Dru so this was a shock to him.
“Oh yeah, rat poisoning.” She pressed pause.
“That bitch!”
“Yep.”
“I hope he rips her bloody…um hair, hair out of her pretty head.” He switched up quickly. “Yeah… that’ll serve the tart right, yeah? Nothing like a bit of baldness to knock a chit down a peg or two.” He nodded firmly.
“Um… o-kay.” She hit the play button and settled into the chair more comfortably as the show started.
Throughout the program, the two of them laughed and commented on various characters’ stupidity. During a commercial break closer to the end, the phone rang. Willow frowned, but reluctantly paused to answer it.
“Hello….Buffy, what happened….Oh yeah, sure I understand. No…I…the instructor walked me home…” She glanced at Spike who had picked up a magazine, but in reality was pondering where the girl’s mother and father were. He felt none of the anxiety from her that most teens experienced when expecting a parent to show up. “He’s actually still here….Buffy! No…Of course I didn’t invite…” She was whispering now. “Very cute, but that has nothing to do with…Stop it! We’re watching Passions. That’s all! He’s a nut for it like me…I know it’s sappy, but I like my daily dose of sugar. Yep, in the morning…” She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll call when he goes. Bye Buffy.”
He was still involved in the magazine, reading or so she assumed. “Sorry about that. That was the friend who was supposed to meet me.”
“No worries, pet.” He gave her a wide smile, his blue eyes sparkling brightly.
She smiled herself and sat again, this time crossed-legged on the floor closer to him and pressed the play button on the VCR itself. She twisted her neck, trying to make it the bones crack and relief some of the tension she was feeling. Here was a gorgeous man in her home, watching her favorite show with her and she wanted to…what exactly? Jump his bones? The thought horrified her, it was so unlike her. Besides, he was just there to catch up on his show and then he would go home.
They watched the remainder of the show in companionable silence.
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Willow rewound the tape so that it would be ready for taping tomorrow. For last ten minutes she spent most of her time watching the blonde man sitting on her sofa.
He also found himself preoccupied with the human on the floor to his left. He wanted to run his fingers through her fiery silken hair. And her scent was driving him crazy. Twice his demon came out when she was thankfully not looking his way. He managed to force it down before she saw anything, but it was difficult. There was something about her that called to him.
He stood and stretched, his abdominal muscled showing under his black tee. Willow stared opening, unaware that she was ogling and had been caught.
“Like what you see, luv?” His grin was lascivious and spoke of a carnal awareness that frightened and enthralled her.
“Huh? Oh…I” She looked down, a beautiful blush gracing her pale skin. “Sorry.” She turned and got to her feet.
“Don’t be…It’s alright, I’ve been staring at you all evening.”
Her eyes flew to his. “You what?”
“Come on, luv. You didn’t feel it? In the gym? During Passions?” When she continued to look at him as of he had grown another head he growled unintentionally. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. “I could hardly watch the show, pet, for smelling you.”
“S-Smelling me?” She frowned. For every step she retreated from him, he stalked her.
“Yes, Willow. I could smell you when you arrived. Your innocence is a siren to me. I had to answer your call.” He felt his fangs, itching to descend.
“Siren? I’m not a siren. William…please w-what are you ta-alking about?” She hit the wall, running out of room.
“I’m talking about what you want and taking it.” He stood in front of her, an arm on either side of her head as she trembled.
He fear was distracting to him. He enjoyed it nonetheless and did not bother to minimize it. “Willow,” he lowed his mouth to her ear, cool air forced out with his words. ‘I can give you everything you want. Make you feel beyond anything you’ve ever dreamed.”
<Oh God…a vampire?…but I didn’t invite him in.>
She shook more as his lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, stopping for agonizingly long time over her pulse-point. A sigh of relief escaped as he moved on.
“What do you want from me?” She managed through chattering teeth, suddenly cold and hot.
He did not reply, instead pulling her to him and claiming her mouth forcefully. She fought him, pushing at him and attempting to knee him as he had instructed her earlier. Unfortunately, his speed was no match for hers and he blocked the blow easily, chuckling.
“You’re a quick study.” He pulled at her sweatshirt, ripping it easily from the neck to waist, bearing her chest to his hungry gaze. The white cotton bra was just what he expected and it experience the same fate as her torn shirt.
Now naked from the waist up, her blushing knew no end as she tried in vain to cross her arms and cover up. But Spike took both tiny wrists in one and held them above her head, his grip like iron.
“You’re beautiful, luv. You’ll not hide from me.” He kissed her again, a tear escaping as her body responded to his touch.
He ran a hand over her breast, so firm and sweet as he tasted her, laving the nipple with his tongue. His mouth was cool, a welcome contrast to the heat building in her.
“Please…” She whispered. “Don’t make me…”
“Not making you do anything, Willow.” He mumbled around her flesh.
It was then that she realized that her hands had been freed and were entwined in his hair pressing him into her chest as she arched into him. She froze and the vampire lifted his head, annoyed and curious.
“It’s what you want. Why are you afraid? I’m not hurting you.”
She started then stopped, having no answer. Although it was wrong, it WAS what she wanted. He was what she wanted and even though she did not know him she was becoming more and more certain that he was a vampire.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Her eyes glimmered, beautiful turmoil swimming in her delicious tears.
“Perhaps.” The fear factor shot up tenfold within seconds and his demon nearly leaped from his sinewy frame. He inhaled it as his cocked stirred, determined to have this delicate prize first. “But I will make you sure you like it.”
Faster than she could understand, he yanked her sweats down to her hips and slipped his fingers underneath her panties, into the soft heated folds.
“Naughty girl. So wet.” He whispered. She bucked against his hand and her head banged against the wall, the moan not stemming from pain at all. “All for me? Tell me.” The underwear bothered him so he tore them from her body and let his thumb slowly caress her clit.
“Ahhh, yeah…for you.” She panted, unable to do anything but feel.
Unobstructed by her clothing, the smell of her arousal filled the room and his head. Thinking of nothing else, but being inside the hot human, Spike toed off his boots and worked his jeans off as he maintained his focus on keeping her in a state of pre-orgasmic frenzy. He did not take the same care of her sweatpants, tearing them apart at the crotch with a growl.
The growl brought up out of her lust-induced fog. She pulled his face up, looking for bumps and ridges, relaxing again when she saw his beautiful face. This time she kissed him, lips and teeth and tongues colliding hungrily.
A gasp, a scream and he was inside her, past the virginal barrier that he delighted in breaking. He lifted her legs around her waist and hers nail dug into him, causing no damage, as she adjusted to the pain. He thrust deeply, pulling out completely to slam into her again as she screamed again. The pain was fading but nowhere near gone, lessened by a wonderful tightening in her abdomen. Confusion overwhelmed her as she teetered between the hurtful throbbing inside her and the blissful sensations building within her. She pulled him closer, his face buried into her neck.
As his pounding became frantic and rushed the pain became a twisted memory. The coil in her belly was tight beyond understanding and she cried out in despair at the simplicity of being unable to let go. Her head rolled left and right against the wall and her breathing was erratic and labored until it stopped altogether, her mouth opened in a silent, breathless scream.
“Let it go, luv. Let your body do what it’s meant to do.” He purred into her neck as her cunt fluttered around him, on the edge.
The tightening, the spring, finally snapped, releasing every tension, and she clenched his cock with her amazing tightness.
“Fuck Willow…” He said, still fucking her relentlessly, but slowed some by the grip her walls had on him. He slid her down the wall to the floor and continued slamming his shaft into her wildly, letting his demon free.
“I think I’ll have that drink now, pet.” Sharp fangs sliced into her throat as his seed filled her. H drank slowly, pulling the blood over her clit as the liquid came home to him.
She managed only a small protest, but gave up as her body shuddered in another orgasm, her second and last alive.
The world was dimming. Coppery liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed greedily, aware of the wrongness, but not caring, just wanting. Him.
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