PAIRING : Buffy/Spike

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : “In the Woods”

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

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“Harm?” He called upon opening the doors to the crypt. “Harm! Get your ass on the bed!” He needed a fuck, a good one. Not that Harmony would sate his need, but he needed a little violence. He looked around the crypt but it was empty. “Where the hell did the bitch go?”

She was nowhere. So he went to look for her, but it led him right to the slayer’s house, just as the door opened. “Well, well… what do we have here?” Spike decided to follow the boy, call it sick perversion, but he wanted to know where the slayer’s boytoy was headed.

Spike followed Riley through Sunnydale to an abandon vampire lair where Dru used to find minions. “Thought this place was closed up.” He walked up to the door and went inside. He followed the voices he heard.

“God yes… harder.” Riley moaned. Spike rolled his eyes. He was about to make a scene when Riley moaned, “Harmony…”

WHAT? HIS HARMONY? He was unaware when Harmony became his. He hardly cared for her, she was just a convenient place to put his dick when he wanted to fuck, but she was his dammit. The slayer!

He took off for Buffy’s house and ran inside.

“Riley?” She sat up, clutching the blanket around her. “You know every time I find you in my house, you come closer to losing body parts. What the hell are you doing in *my* home?”

“I got something to sho… are you naked under there?”

“SPIKE!”

“Well, are you?” She threw a pillow at him.

“Next time it’ll be something wooden, I swear. Now tell me what you’re doing here.”

“There’s something you should see, but we have to hurry to see it.”

“It’s the middle of the night. *I’m* busy. Unless it’s the end of the world, I don’t want to hear about it. Now get out of my room and out of my house before I throw you out head first.” She said sternly.

“You *really* need to see this.” He look at her bare shoulders and could only think about how much he wanted to lick them. He’d run his h ands up her arms, over her breasts, down to her…

“SPIKE!”

“What?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Tell me, leave or be dust. Those are you choices.”

“Harmony was missing tonight.”

“Darn. I know she’s my first priority! And I don’t know why she’s yours.”

“Jealous are we?” He asked, hopefully.

“As if. You go from Dru to Harmony? That’s pathetic.”

“Whereas the jump from Angel to Riley was a leap upwards?”

“Shut up about things you don’t know.”

“But I *do* know.” He said sitting on the end of her bed. “I *do* know, and right now you need to know too. You have to see this.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO SEE?”

“Slayer… your mouth… I’ve never heard it so dirty.”

“Spike!”

“I went out lookin’ for her and I saw the boy walkin’ through the city, so I followed him. I found him and Harm together.”

“Yeah right. You’re lying.”

“I swear to you. There’s this place Dru used to get minions from, it’s a club. Humans pay vampires to bite them. Riley was there, Harmony was biting him, among other things.”

“What? You’re lying.”

“No I’m not. Why would I lie about this?”

“Why not?” He inhaled her sweet fragrance and wanted so badly to touch her. “You’ve said for years how much you hated me. Why start helping me now? My wallet is closed to you.”

“Even the slayer herself doesn’t deserve this kind of betrayal.” She looked into her eyes and knew he was talking about Angelus and Drusilla. She knew how much he loved Dru, and how much it must have killed him knowing that she wanted Angelus.

“Where?”

“You go there and you’re in danger. There were about fifty vampires there. They’d kill you for sure.”

“WHERE?”

“I won’t tell you. You don’t need to see him like that.”

“Like how?”

“With her.” He watched as her face paled. She was beautiful; there was no question about that.

“I’m going there.”

“To do what exactly besides get yourself killed?”

“Why would you care anyway?”

“Because if you die, the new slayer will surely do me in, or be much more annoyingly perfect.” He bit his tongue. Did he just say that? “You know, in her slayer capacity of course. You’re good at what you do.”

“Right.” She broke a small smile. “You’ re pretty ‘perfect’ too.” She said as she ran her eyes over his hard chest. She looked at the clock while she tried to take in the information. “Why would he do that? Why would he do *her*? Why would *you*?”

“She’s all I got. Pathetic huh?”

“Not as pathetic as trying to hang onto a human instead of being alone. God am I stupid.”

“So…” he decided to test the boundaries again. “Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Naked underneath there.” She looked at him angrily. “Not like I wanna see, I’m just… I don’t wanna see anyth-” He was left speechless as she dropped the sheet revealing her soft breasts.

She watched as he gawked over her for a minute before pulling the sheet back up. “Thought you didn’t wanna see.” She said snidely. “Now get out of my room.”

“Fine. You wanna be like that, that’s fine.” He went to stand up and before she could stop herself, she grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of her. “What th-”

His questions were stopped as Buffy’s lips viscously attacked his mouth. They were so soft, and warm. He could feel her squirming below him, spreading her legs in an effort to rub her sex against his body. Her arousal was suddenly heavy in the air. He wanted to be close to her. He needed to be close.

She pulled her mouth away for a second and looked up at him. “This is so wrong.” She whispered.

“Yes.” He said.

“I hate you.” She said.

“I hate you more.” He said with contempt.

“As long as got that clear.”

“Perfectly.” He said as she grabbed his head again and their lips met in a passionate frenzy. His hand slid down her covered form while their tongues danced and pushed against each other. She sucked on his tongue, and tried to bite it.

“Stop.” She gasped as he started to blaze a trail of kisses down to her breasts.

“What? No.”

“Too much.”

“Too much what?”

“Clothes… barriers…” she said as she worked his duster off of him. He happily obliged and kicked off his boots while her hands were at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans. “God Spike…” she moaned as he suckled her neck. He could practically taste the blood beneath. He couldn’t have that. He’d have the next best thing.

She realized what she had just said and froze. “Luv?” He kissed her lips, only they didn’t answer back. “Luv?” He looked at her frozen eyes. “Buffy?”

“You know what? I don’t care.” She said before she savagely flipped him over, sheets and blankets falling away from her body and she ground her aching, dripping sex onto his jean-clad thigh. She moaned softly as her hands flung to his belt buckle and zipper, while his hands ran over body.

Her skin was so soft, so tan, so perfect. He had to touch her. He’d been dreaming of this for months. He never thought it would happen, he never thought he’d be touching his bare skin. And if it were a dream, he begged for it not to end. “Buffy…” he groaned as she sucked on his neck.

She rolled off him and practically growled. “Stand up.”

“What?”

“My fingers aren’t working. Get your fucking jeans off.” He was quick as he leapt out of bed and was out of the remnants of his clothing within seconds.

He slid his hand up her body, ready to taste her, when she grabbed him quickly and threw him onto the bed. She was quick about straddling him, and she impaled herself on his throbbing cock. “Uh…” she whimpered, feeling the all too familiar coolness inside of her, the only feeling that felt right.

She wasted no time; she leaned over him and whispered, “don’t hold back on me. We’re too good at being mortal enemies to *not* hurt each other.” He nodded before she gripped him and started moving, trying to find her own rhythm. He pinched her nipples and gripped her hips as he felt like it while she rode him hard and fast. His hips met hers thrust for thrust, never had sex felt *so* good. She squeezed him hard and he growl, vamping out immediately. But that didn’t deter her, and he fought his true face back. She kept changing the angle, trying to find release, when he rolled her over, desperate to find his own rhythm. Feeling her below him was heaven!

He never imagined it would feel that good, but it did. It was so wrong, but it was so right. He pounded into her body mercilessly, and she met his force with her own. She squeezed him in ways he never thought possible, making it harder to thrust into her. She was panting, and moaning, writhing below, bucking and whimpering and he loved it!

She’d never felt so alive. She’d never felt like the world would end from the sheer pleasure. Not even with Angel. She didn’t have time to think about that, as Spike was kissing her and she liked being kissed. She liked feeling his tongue against her, his weight on top of hers. She liked feeling his cock moving inside her, stroking her from the inside, making love to her. Sex. Not love. Having sex with her. But she didn’t care about labels.

He was so close; he wanted her to come with him. “Buffy…”

“Oh GODS… Spike… harder…” and he complied, using every single muscle in his body to please the tiny blonde slayer. He felt himself shaking as he thrust in her with every fiber of his body and he exploded inside of her. He felt her quivering and shaking below him, screaming her release.

He remained on top of her for a few minutes after, processing what had just happened and what it had meant. He rolled off her and reached for his jeans.

“Am I that horrible?” She asked meekly.

“What?” He turned back to her.

“Every one leaves after… Angel, Parker, now Riley. Is it… I am *that* bad?”

“NO!” He shook his head. “I just thought you’d want me gone. I thought I might have to leave or get dusted. I don’t want that Luv.”

“So I wasn’t bad?”

“Gods no. Why?”

“Because… Angel… after he changed, he said I had a lot to learn, and then Parker, and you said…”

He silenced her with a sweet kiss. “I was trying to upset you. This, just now, was probably the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Me too.”

“Not even with Angel?” He asked.

“Not even with Angel. Not even with Dru?”

“Not even with Dru.”

“Stay the night?” She asked, extending her hand to him so she could pull him close.

“This isn’t going to be easy.”

“I know.”

“Scoobies won’t take it well.”

“I know.”

“Angel won’t take it well.”

“I know.”

“What about Riley?”

“Gone. Harmony?”

“Gone.”

“Stay the night?”

“Sure thing, Luv.” And she curled up next to her vampire.

It was a half an hour til sunrise when she woke up next to a cool body. Spike! Memories of three hours prior came flooding back to her as a tingle of want swept over her body. His cool skin felt so good against her heated form, but he couldn’t stay. She tickled his stomach, “Spike?”

“Stop…”

“Spike, you gotta leave.”

“Come to your senses?” He asked angrily.

“No, but Xander and Anya bring Dawn home around 9 and I can’t explain to them yet why you’re here.”

“Okay, Luv.”

“Going so soon Lover?” Harmony asked the former soldier who was getting dressed.

“I’ve got places to be.”

“Like where?”

“Like with my girlfriend.”

“If she’s your girlfriend, why did you fuck me last night?”

“What we have is a business arrangement. You do what I want, and I don’t kill Spike. That’s all it is.”

“Right, so why did you come here after fucking the slayer last night? Business? Maybe I should tell her about our little arrangement.”

He grabbed a chair and broke the leg off. “I wouldn’t think about it if I were you. Buffy will never know about this, or I’ll stake you myself.”

“I’m sure she already knows by now.”

“WHAT?” He screamed.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention Spike came by here last night and saw you fucking the hell out of me. Even *he’s* not in love with Buffy too much to hide that from her.”

“WHAT? SPIKE’S IN LOVE WITH BUFFY?”

“God you didn’t know? He only screams her name about a hundred times when he’s having sex with me. It’s annoying, but he’s a pretty good lay so I let it go.” With that Riley was gone.

“Hey Dawn, how was last night?”

“Good. You and Riley have fun boinking?”

“DAWN!”

“What? I know what you’re doing. I read a book about it.”

“I've gotta go, Willow is gonna stay with you for a while.”

“Okay.” Her sister said as she took off to find Riley. She knew exactly where she would start.

Spike took a swig from the bottle and thought about Buffy around his cock. It had felt better than he’d ever imagined, indescribable. Just then the door flung opened. “Couldn’t get enough of m-”

Riley grabbed Spike and threw him against the wall. “HOW DARE YOU!”

“HOW DARE I? YOU’RE THE ONE SLEEPING AROUND ON HER!”

“She’s mine.”

“Yours? Then why the flit about with what’s mine?”

“Buffy may have a soft spot for certain vampires, I don’t.” Riley pulled out a stake and before Spike could stop him, he felt the pain of it as it ripped through his heart!

Buffy kicked the door in and vampires and humans alike fled to the sides of the room. She grabbed one weak looking vampire by the hair. “Where’s Harmony?”

“I don’t know.”

“WHERE IS SHE?” Buffy demanded, yanking on the vampire’s hair more.

“Right here Bitch!” Buffy heard as she was kicked in the spine.

Buffy turned quickly. “Where is Riley?”

“Don’t ask me.”

Buffy pulled out a stake and threw it at Harmony, who caught it. While Harmony was trying to figure out why Buffy had thrown it, Buffy ran at her and kicked her down. Buffy grabbed Harmony’s hair and yanked hard. “OW!”

“Where is he?”

“Probably to find Spike. I told him how much Spike likes you an… OUCH!” Buffy pulled harder.

“WHAT?”

“He only grunts your name every time he’s fucking me… that’s all I said. NOW LET GO OF ME!”

“Sorry, Harm, your time’s up.” Buffy drove the stake into the vampire and Harmony turned to dust. She had to get to Spike before Riley did.

“BLOODY HELL!” He growled, vamping immediately.

Riley pulled the stake out. “Plastic woodgrain. Looks pretty real, doesn’t it? Stay away from her!”

“Like hell I will! Slayer’s a big girl. She can see whoever she wants to.”

“You think you have a even the remotest chance with her? You’re a demon.”

“And you think anything less will satisfy a slayer?”

Riley grabbed Spike again and pushed his hand into the wound. “BLOODY HELL! LET ME GO!”

“Take his advice Riley.” Buffy said from the doorway. Riley stepped back and Spike limped over to his chair and flopped. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten killed! Are you that stupid?” She asked.

“*I’m* not the one who got bit by Dracula.”

“THAT WASN’T MY FAULT! I CERTAINLY DIDN’T PAY HIM FOR THE FEEL OF IT! HE FUCKING CAME INTO MY ROOM AND I WAS POWERLESS TO STOP HIM! NOTHING I’VE EVER DONE COMPARES TO THIS! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING RILEY? And then you come here and hurt Spike? As if it’s *his* fault that you were fucking sleeping around on me with *Harmony* of all people! Harmony!”

“Buffy, I can explain.”

“I don’t care to hear your explanations. Go.” She looked at the door and looked back at Riley. She was worried about Spike, but couldn’t show it. Not now.

“Come with me Buffy. Let me explain.”

“Go.” She said again.

“Buffy…”

“Go or I’ll make you go.”

“Fine. But this isn’t over.”

“Yes it is.” Riley left and she was at Spike’s side in a flash. “Are you okay?”

“Just a little sore, it’ll heal pretty quick. Just need to feed, can you grab me a bag?”

“Sure.” She went to the fridge and brought him a bag.

“What? Not in a mug? Room temperature at least?”

“Spike, I’m not your maid.”

“I’M WOUNDED!”

“You’re such a baby!” She took the bag and grumbled as she went over to the microwave. “Does it hurt?”

“Like hell, but it’ll be better in a day or so, quicker if I feed regularly.”

She had an idea. She had no idea what made her grab the knife, (and she didn’t want to know why he had a knife) but she grabbed it and cut her wrist. She watched as the blood dripped out into the mug. When the mug was full, the wound was just about closed, and she licked it until it closed completely. “Here.” She shoved the mug at him and he took it.

“So…” he said.

“So…” she said as he put the mug to his lips and drank.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” He shouted, it’d been so long, but he knew exactly what it was. He’d never expected it from her. He looked down and saw her covering her wrist. He grabbed it and looked at the small cut. “What the hell did you do that for?”

“Slayer’s blood will heal you much quicker than pig. And you can’t bite, so…”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Just drink it. It’s my fault you got stabbed anyway.”

“I got staked, Luv. Stab involves knife and bloodshed, not nearly ending my unlife just when it’s gotten good.” He drank it down and felt a wave of heat fill him, of want, of lust. He shifted in his seat and groaned softly as he got hard.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me, what?” He pulled her close to him for a passionate kiss. “SPIKE!” She said before his tongue was practically down her throat. He pulled her into his lap and she could feel him hard beneath her, straining to be free and inside her and at that moment, she wanted that too. “You’re sick.” She said when he pulled away.

“What?” He asked as he nibbled her shoulders.

“You get off on blood.”

“I’m a vampire, it’s what I do. I figure since you already knew it wouldn’t be a problem. And who knows? Maybe you’ll like it.” He said thrusting his hips up a little into her bottom.

“You’re a bad bad vampy.”

“You know it.” He started to nibble on her again but she stood up.

“Enough foreplay.” She stated as she stripped quickly. “I’d advise you to do the same Spike.”

“Oh, right…” he stood up and winced at the pain.

“Oh, we have an injured party here. Guess I’ll have to do the work.” She said as she pushed him down into the chair. She undid his zipper and he lifted his hips so she could slide the jeans off. When he was naked, she stood back and looked at him for a second. He was beautiful. Pale and gorgeous erect cock jutting from his body.

“Paging Doctor Summers.” Spike said.

“Oh, yes… we’ll need to do a very invasive procedure.”

“Is it risky?”

“There are risks, but the benefits far outweigh them.”

“Sign me up.”

“You’re already… up.” She said as she sunk onto his thick cock, both groaning at the sensation. “Oh Gods, you feel so good inside me Spike.”

“You feel good from the inside.” He whispered into her breast as he suckled one and played with the other.

She raised her hips and slammed back down onto him over and over, punishingly, as if she would die if she didn’t have him as far as any man would ever go. She felt stretched and complete, wanton and adored. She felt things she’d never felt anywhere else. It wasn’t about redemption. It wasn’t about the need to feel love. It was about want, desire, lust and that’s all there was.

She felt so tight around him, it was wonderful. She squeezed him and ran her hands over his chest, over his healing wound, over his arms and with every touch, he felt a tingle through his entire being. He ran his hands down her arms and held her hips, feeling them move on him, impaling her onto his cock.

“Spike… cum inside me.” She ordered. “Now.”

And he did. Just the thought of her words, of being with her, of knowing it was her around him, he came, hard, inside her. Filling her completely as she shuddered and screamed his name.

She stayed on top of him; he leaned back in the chair and pulled her close, still buried inside her. “Buffy, I love you.”

“I know.” She said. “I know. Harmony told me.”

“But I won’t be in an empty relationship again. I can’t do it. Especially not with you.”

“It won’t be empty.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I love you too Spike.”

~El Fin~

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