The Wild ThingBy Purplefeen
Chapter 26 : Handcuffs and Other Fun Stuff
Willows POV
Never had it this good before. This is *so* good.
I don’t think anybody *ever* has had it this good.
How does he do that? I guess I’ll never know. I’m not properly equipped.
Want more. Maybe if I turn –
That’s better. Just needed to spread the legs a little wider, isn’t that always the way.
“Morning, baby.”
I was wondering where he went.
“Mmmorning, Spike.”
“Uh, where’s Bob?”
“Where do you think he is?”
Don’t stand there playing dumb. I’m lying here moaning and wriggling, with the sheets fisted in my hands.
“I’m lying here like a bitch in heat, where do you *think* Bob is?”
“Hey, Bob, that’s my woman you’ve got there. Don’t damage anything. I’m willing to share but there are limits.”
Oh, this is heaven. Exquisite heat inside me and the sexiest creature alive standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but faded Levis, looking at me like I’m all he ever wants to eat – ever. Want him so bad, all the time.
But Bob too, this is my last day with him and I’m not stupid.
Look at those eyes. So blue. So intense. So hungry. Watching me. Wanting me.
Thank you, Goddess.
Gonna cum, this is too perfect.
“Spike. Want to see you Spike. Stay with me. Bob, don’t stop. So close.”
“I gotcha Red, look at me. Feel him but look at me. Feels good, don’t it? Feels different, not like anything else. All for you, baby.”
“Oh, goddess, goddess, oh, oh, oh –“
“Come on, let me see you cum. We’re here all for you. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me and cum for Bob. No, don’t close your eyes, look at me. I want to see you when someone else makes you cum. Want to see what it feels like for you. Look at me, cum for me.”
Oh!
“Good! So good! So – so – oh, yes, yes, so – good – good – GOOOOOOOOODD!”
Oh. Wow.
It’s hot in here.
“Stop smirking at me, Spike. Get your ass in here.”
“Mmmm, morning Bob”
“Good morning, Vampire. If you two will excuse me, I’m going to my skull for a nap.”
“And you earned it, Bob. I’ll take over for a while. I think I can handle her.”
“Smart ass.”
“Yeah I am, baby, but you love it, admit it.”
No. Not right now anyway. I’d think the smile would give it away without my having to say anything.
“Hey pet, look what I found.”
Handcuffs?
“Oooo, handcuffs!”
Is my life great or what?
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Dining room.”
The dining room? What’s he going to do with handcuffs in the dining room? Where’s the table? Oh, over there.
“Um, Spike? Why’s the table over there?”
“Come here.”
“O-kay.”
“Put your arms up, baby.”
Oh, I like, but –
“What if I pull it down?”
“You won’t, I tested it.”
Of course, why didn’t I think of that. Of course he tested it. He wouldn’t handcuff me to the chandelier unless he had tested it first.
“Look at you, aren’t you a sight? Enough to make my dead heart start beatin’ again.”
Flattery will get you everywhere.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back.”
“You’re not going to leave me here?”
“Only for a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“I found a video camera. I’m gonna go get it.”
“Oh no you’re not.”
“Stop me.”
Chapter 27: Still Handcuffs and A Video Camera
“Spike, I can’t.”
“Yes you can.”
“Not with that *thing* on.”
“Just forget its there.”
“Yeah right.”
“Then close your eyes.”
“It won’t help.”
“You want me to turn it off?”
“Yes!”
“Well, I’m not gonna. Now relax.”
“You relax!”
“Pet, if I relax, you won’t have any fun.”
“You know what I mean.”
“We could switch.”
“Switch what?”
“Switch places. You over here. Me, handcuffed to the chandelier.”
“Yes!”
“But you gotta promise.”
“Promise what?”
“Promise not to turn off the camera.”
“I promise.”
“That was too quick.”
”What?”
“You promised too quick. Okay, you gotta promise not to turn off the video camera, *that* video camera over there, the one on the table, pointed at us. You can’t move it or touch it in any way.”
“I promise.”
“Wait, I wasn’t finished. You can’t magic it or put up any barriers so that it can’t film us. You have to promise not to do anything at all to it. You have to promise that when you uncuff me, I’ll be able to watch that tape and see everything that’s about to happen between us in this room. And I want to be able to see you on it and not just me, no turning invisible. I’m not taping this to see me in the buff, I’ve seen that before. I want you, in all your glory, doing wicked things to my body, I hope, and I want it recorded on that tape for posterity. Got it?”
“Got it?”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
“Okay. I’ll uncuff – Wait! And you have to further promise that the tape won’t self-destruct or in any other way be damaged after I watch it the first time.”
“Shit.”
“I knew you were up to something, Red.”
“Fine, fine, I promise.”
“Look me in the eye.”
“I promise.”
“Say ‘honest injun’”
“What?”
“It’s a very old sacred custom that has to do with body parts falling off if you lie after saying it. Say ‘honest injun’”
“I don’t want to.”
“Then you stay there.”
“Okay. ::hmnun inluninmn::”
“What, Red? I have vampire hearing, and I still didn’t catch that.”
“Honest Injun! Honest Injun, you happy?”
“Very.”
“About time. How do I do this?”
“I’ll do it. You don’t need the key til you take them off.”
“Hey. Isn’t this nice? My very own vampire handcuffed to a chandelier.”
“I’m glad you think so. Come here.”
“Give me a minute, I’m just enjoying the view.”
Chapter 28 : Smile for the Camera
POV: video camera
The unbiased lens points towards the tableau. The camera has no opinion, makes no judgment. It doesn’t think, therefore it can’t decide what to include and what to edit. It only records that which actually occurs. The tape winds slowly from one spindle to the other, capturing images, single moments in time that when viewed together form moving pictures.
The impartial film only reproduces what it sees. It records the scene before it. A nude young woman with red hair and pale skin rises from the hardwood floor and walks toward a man. The man is also unclothed, his arms held above him, held in place by a set of silver handcuffs that are attached to a pewter chandelier. She walks slowly around him, letting her fingertips reach out and trail against his skin – from his hip to the top swell of his buttocks, around his side and up his chest.
She comes closer and stands on tiptoe to kiss his lips, then takes a step back again and lets her hand trail down across his nipples. His face changes, grimaces in pleasure and then his lips move and he whispers something but she smiles and shakes her head.
The flat of her palm caresses his stomach and her fingers splay wide as she covers his abdomen. His eyes close, his head falls back and a sound comes from his throat so low the microphone from the recorder on the camera almost misses it.
Her other hand joins the first, spanning his middle, then move with fingers pointing straight downward as one explores each of his thighs. She bends her knees, moving her hands lower, to the backs of his knees and down the back of his lower legs. She falls to her knees and looks up into his sky-blue eyes, a small smile coming to her lips before her tongue reaches out and wipes away a trickle of sweat forming just above them.
The man’s eyes close again and his body shutters; he pulls on the handcuffs but they hold fast. The woman draws her hands back up his legs, run across his groin and then north, once more moving across his chest. Her touch moves to his shoulders and she moves behind him, disappearing from the camera’s view. The only movements it captures are the sudden backward snap of the man’s head, a small hand curling across his nape and the slight stretch of a cock growing larger, seemingly past its endurance.
The camera sees the woman open her mouth and rake her teeth across the man’s throat; her hands come around from behind him and her nails scrape four parallel scallops of blood on each side of his chest, from the middle near his heart, down and out, tracing the line of his ribcage.
She is no longer visible at all for a moment and then she reappears, crouching and moving through his now spread legs. His fingers ball into fists as she kneels before him, and the overextended cock disappears into her mouth. A roar rips from his windpipe that the microphone has no trouble picking up. The film records the movement of the glass in the windows as the vibrations from his roar hit them.
The woman stills him, wrapping her arms around his thighs and seizing hold of his backside with a firm grip. She holds him as immobile as she can as her mouth moves quickly over him, taking him deep into her throat and then pulling completely away. The microphone picks up an almost imperceptible sound, a soft resonance like someone humming a love song. The only movement the camera picks up for several minutes is the woman, balancing on her knees, upper body moving rhythmically back and forth swallowing then releasing him. The scene changes as his torso first gets rigid then spasms, shaking his entire body.
His face changes so swiftly that even the dispassionate camera almost misses it; where smooth skin and blue eyes had once been, there is now a prominent ridged forehead and golden amber eyes. Sharp fangs have appeared where blunt teeth once were.
The woman’s throat works furiously for a short time and then she stands; takes a step back and then forward again, reaching out to touch the new features. His head falls forward, his face curling into her palm. Teeth come out and sink into the wrist that she offers. The woman moans and almost falls as her knees shake.
The demonic visage evaporates and blue eyes freeze her as his tongue darts out and laps at the trickle of blood sliding down her arm from the puncture wounds on her wrist.
The woman kneels, touches the floor and quickly stands again, placing something small and shiny into his elevated hand. His hands work quickly and he frees himself from his restraints. As soon as his feet hit flatly on the ground, one hand grabs the woman around the neck and pulls her roughly to him and his lips descend to hers, kissing her, devouring her. Their heads turn as their lips and bodies seem to seek a closeness not possible with the limitations of a physical being.
His hand finds the back of her neck once again and he turns her around, facing away from him, wrapping both arms around her waist as he does. His arms separate, moving to either side of her body, hands traveling up and skirting the edges of her breasts. His arms curl around under her shoulders and his hands rest there for a moment , then move toward each other until they reach her nape, lifting her hair and giving his mouth access to her once again.
As his lips suckle her sensitive skin, one of his hands descends once again until he has her securely around the waist and he lifts her.
He bends them forward slightly and her hand reaches between her thighs to stroke him. He bounces her up a little higher and her hand positions him at her entrance. As her head falls back against his shoulder, he lowers her onto his arousal and her knees bend, her legs curling around behind his.
This position gives her better balance and with the arm still holding her waist he is able to raise and lower her entire body. His cadence is slow at first and then increases in momentum as her cries go from soft moans to screams that reverberate around the room to be bounced around until they reach the microphone in desperate echoes.
As her body reaches a fevered pitch, one of her arms entwines around his head, pulling his lips down to her neck and his demon face resurfaces a split second before he punctures her throat.
Her legs lose their grip and fall forward. His other arm seizes her, not willing to give her any quarter, but her gasps and borrowed breaths tell the demon that she doesn’t want any.
Both of their bodies start to shudder at the same moment. His trembling stops before hers does. He continues to drink from her and a rivulet of dark red runs from his mouth, down her neck and across one breast, crossing her body until it loses surface tension at her waist and falls with an almost imperceptible plop onto the shining surface of the waxed wood below them.
A second drop causes a splash and he seems to hear it as he suddenly looks up, the monster’s profile vanishing.
He pulls her closer and carefully lowers them both to the floor, his body still curled around hers, her back still encased in his chest. His tongue runs repeatedly over the lacerations until the cuts no longer swell with blood. Her sighs, while very quiet, are just loud enough to be caught on the tape.
Thirty-two minutes later, when the tape runs out and the camera automatically turns off, the man and the woman are still there, pale forms entwined within each other, his body enfolding hers.
Chapter 29 : Every Time We Say Goodbye...
Bob’s POV
“Has anyone seen my teal bra?”
“It’s trash, Red. Got ripped in half.”
“Great, just great. I paid thirty-six dollars for that bra. Where’s my other shoe?”
“This blue thing?”
“Spike! Those were my only pair of clogs.”
“Hey, I’m not the only one around here that’s been destroyin’ stuff. You killed every t-shirt I own ‘cept the one I’m wearin’.”
“Oh, yeah? You’ve got one left? Come here.”
“Don’t you dare, Red.”
<They’re at it again. I’m going to miss them. I never get to have any fun with Harry. It will be painful having to go back to just reading whatever romance novels I can get my hands on. But I had fun. Most fun I’ve had in at least four hundred years. I made a wise choice when I picked the redhead. The vampire was just luck.
I think they’re going to make it. Won’t be easy. He’s a vampire, she’s the best friend of the Slayer. The Powers must have been smoking something mighty potent when they decided to get those two together.
But I know they were meant to be. The Fates had a hand in this, I’m sure. Their souls match. Yes, I know, he doesn’t have a soul. Not technically.
But he has more poetry, more passion, more compassion, and more humanity than any souled human I’ve ever met. And I’ve been around a *very* long time.
Maybe the soul isn’t where the body holds such things. Maybe its time our theologians and philosophers started to rethink their theories on the essence of humanity. Of what makes a man, a man. That vampire may be a demon and unsouled, but he’s a good man. A decent man. I know he wasn’t always. I have my own theories on that.
But he is now, and he’ll continue to be. The redhead will keep the demon in line when he gets restless. The demon loves her too, along with the man. And I can say that I brought them together. Whatever greatness they’re destined for, I had a hand in it. Of course I did, I always know a good thing when I see it.
Maybe I’ll get to be ‘Bob, god of love’ yet. Maybe that’s what the Powers have in store for me and this was my first test.
Ah, well. Time to say goodbye.>
“Vampire!”
“Mate, when are you gonna start callin’ me Spike?”
“Never. It’s time for me to leave.”
“Bob? You’re leaving? But – but – “
“Don’t cry, my Willow. We’ll see each other again, I’m sure. Harry does let me out occasionally, and I’ll come back. Or you could come to see me in Chicago. Harry won’t mind.”
“I don’t know what we’ll do without you. You’re a part of us. It’s almost like we’re not a couple, we’re a trio. Do you have to go back? Why can’t you stay? Can’t Harry get along without you? Hasn’t he been a wizard for a long time? Does he really need you any more? I’m just starting out with magick, and college has kept me pretty busy, but I’ll do more, I’ll work harder at my magick if it’ll get you to stay. So you can be needed; more than you already are, I mean. I need you. We need you. Please stay.”
<How does anybody ever tell her ‘no’? She must get her way all the time.>
“I’m sorry, Willow, but Harry does need me, more than even he knows. I have to go back.”
”What if we never see you again?”
“You mean too much to me, my Willow. You’ll see me again, you need not worry about that. I’ll even put up with the vampire if I have to, and from the looks of things, I’m going to have to.”
<She’s beautiful when she blushes.>
“I’m going to miss you, Bob.”
“I’m going to miss you too. Not him though. Him, I’m happy to leave. It will be heaven to get some sleep without the snores from hell in the background.”
”Hey!”
“Oh, do be quiet, Vampire. Willow, if he ever, you know, don’t forget about the – that we made? In the bottle?”
“Yes, Bob, I remember. But I don’t think I’ll be needing it.”
“I don’t think you will either, but like I said, just in case.”
“Just in case.”
“Goodbye, my Willow, until we meet again.”
“Until we meet again, Bob.”
<It’s time to go home.>
Chapter 30 : Where Do We Go From Here?
“Got everything, pet?”
“Yup.”
“All set then?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“What are we going to tell them?”
“The truth.”
“The *whole* truth?”
“No, of course not the whole truth, they’d never believe it. More of a varnished over, we’re-only-telling-you-as-much-as-we-think-you-can-handle kind of truth.”
“Sounds right. You’re gonna do the talkin’ then?”
“I suppose I’ll have to. You’re still the ‘evil undead’ to all of them.”
“Right.”
“You know what I mean. Maybe I should talk to them by myself, kinda warm them up to the idea.”
“I go where you go, luv. You’re not gettin’ rid of me that quick. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”
“Maybe we could wait til tomorrow to tell them. It’s gonna be late when we get back.”
“We’ll be home in a couple of hours. The whelp’ll still be watchin’ Wheel of Fortune. They’ll be waitin’ for ya. Can’t put it off.”
“I know, but Spike, I really think I should see them by myself first. What if Buffy –“
“Red, as soon as they see your neck they’re gonna be gunnin’ for me whether I’m with you or not. I’d just as soon face the music.”
“I know.”
“Course, wearin’ that halter top’s not helpin’. It’s like a neon sign saying ‘Go Stake Spike’. Maybe you should change.”
“Hey! This is the only top I have left. Besides, I’m not ashamed. To me its more like a sign saying ‘Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah – The sexy master vampire picked me!’”
“That I did, luv, that I did.”
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“Here goes nothin’.”
“Luv?”
“Yeah, Spike?”
“I love you. No matter what they say, I love you. Count on it.”
“I am.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Giles, hi, where’s – oh, she’s here and how about – hi, Xander.”
“Um, Willow? Why are you holding Spike’s hand?”
“AND WHAT’S WITH YOUR NECK!?!?”
“Buffy, calm down. There’s a good explanation.”
“There better be or Spike and Mister Pointy are going to see the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
“Hey, Slayer! Watch where you’re pointin’ that thing.”
“Buffy, stop! Leave him alone. He’s with me.”
“Will? What do you mean exactly when you say ‘he’s with me’? It’s more of a ‘he drove me to my Aunt’s house’ kind of ‘with me’ than a ‘with me’ kind of ‘with me’, right?”
“No, Xan. HE’S. WITH. ME. In a forever kind of ‘with me’. He’s with me. I’m with him.”
“Will, are you okay? Did he – did he do something to you? Maybe a thrall kind of thing?”
“See, Red, I’d told you she’d go right for the ‘thrall’ excuse.”
“I know, Spike. Just – let me handle this, okay?”
“Have a ball. They’re all yours. I got your back.”
<Ahem> “Buffy, Xander, Giles – Spike and I, we’ve been – away. Together. We’ve been away together. There was a spell. Not a demon or a big bad, Giles, don’t worry. But – do you remember a few days ago, everybody was all happy – getting, uh, happy? That was the spell. I’ll explain it all another time, that’s not important now.”
“So you’re saying you and Spike are under some kind of spell?”
“No, Giles, we’re not under a spell. Spike and I were never under the spell, not really. Everything we did, we did because we *wanted* to, not because of Bob.”
“Bob?”
“I’ll explain later, just listen. Spike is *mine*. I’m *his*. That’s it. Final. No discussion. No thrall. Tell me now if you have a problem with it, but let me tell you, if you bring it to an ‘It’s him or us’ decision, you’re going to lose. All of you. Even you, Xander.”
“But –“
“Will –“
“You can’t –“
“Hey! Give Red a chance! SHUT. UP!”
“Thank you Spike. One at a time. Giles.”
“I – I- I don’t know what to say, Willow. Are you sure? Are you sure it isn’t some kind of spell or demon or, I don’t know, some kind of supernatural something that’s making you do this?”
“Very sure, Giles. I wanted, we *both* wanted this long before Bob ever came to town. Bob just helped us see it and admit it, that’s all.”
“If you say so. I trust your judgment, of course.”
“Thank you Giles. Buffy?”
“Will? I’m, I’m speechless. You’re not going to discuss this? It’s just ‘yes’ here and now or nothing?”
“That’s right. My life is just that - *my* life. I love you. I love all of you. But I’m not going to *not* love who I love because you don’t approve. I know he’s a vampire. I know what he’s done. I also know what he’s helped us do for the last year and so do you. If you can’t –“
“Yes. If he steps one toe out of line, he’s dust. I’ll be watching him like a hawk, he’d better not even twitch. But yes. For you, yes.”
“Oh, Buffy, thank you. Thank you so much. Xander?”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s right, no. There’s no way, Will. No way you could love that evil, soulless *thing*. I don’t know what he’s done to you. I don’t know what kind of spell or hex or whatever, but I’m going to find it and I’m going to break it and then he’s getting a suntan. No.”
“Red?”
“It’s all right, Spike. He doesn’t have to like it, he doesn’t even have to approve. Just like our life is ours, his life is his. He has to decide what’s right for him.”
“Will, he’ll change his mind. I’ll talk to him, I’ll make him see.”
“No. Its all right, Buffy, leave him alone. He made his decision. I can live with that, I have to. But I can’t live somewhere where Spike is in danger.”
“I can take care of myself, luv.”
“I know you can. And you can take care of me, too. But not here, not now.”
“What do you want to do then?”
“You promised me *real* bagels. I think I’d like some.”
~Fin~