By Vampirische Liebe

Buffy was finishing her patrol. She had already dusted six Vamps & considered it a good night. She turned for home, when a Demon sprang out of nowhere and faced her. She grimaced at the globby pustules on it, but went in for the kill. She kicked it several times and managed to dodge its claws as she fought. After what seemed like ages, Buffy brought out her stake and stabbed the Demon deep in it’s belly. It killed the Demon, but the wound sprayed Buffy with great globules of stinking goo.

“Ewww!” She shrieked, “That’s the second top & pants ruined this week!”

Buffy turned to head for home once more, when the Demon goo started to sink through her clothes and burn her skin like acid. For a moment Buffy panicked, “Ooh, ooh, burning gooey Buffy…. Need to wash quick…”

She looked around the deserted graveyard and to her relief saw an old fountain. It no longer worked, but it was filled with rainwater. She ran towards it, stripping off her clothes as she went. She clambered into the fountain and splashed water over her. The water was cold, but clean and Buffy sighed with pleasure at the cooling sensation it gave her poor skin.

***

Spike made his way through the cemetery. He was hunting alone, as he wanted a break from Dru’s crazy rantings and the Annoying One. He would go into town and find himself some goodies to eat. A nice, ripe, young girl to start the evening with and then…. Spike stepped through a bush and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw a naked, young girl washing herself in a fountain. He blinked, but she was still there when he opened his eyes again. Either she was really stupid being out here alone, or… the Slayer! The girl had turned around and was now facing Spike. He easily recognized the Slayer.

He watched in fascination as she splashed water over her nubile body and he could hear her muttering something about Demons and goo. She was a gorgeous little thing he found himself thinking. All golden skin and finely toned muscle. Spike felt himself grow hard at the sight of her and suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have her naked beneath him, as he sank his teeth into her neck. Only one way to find out.

***

Buffy suddenly sensed the presence of a Vampire and looked up in horror to see Spike coming towards her. She leant over the edge of the fountain and picked up her stake. Then she stood naked and glistening in the moonlight, waiting until he reached the fountain.

“I thought I had to wait until Saturday, before I saw you again,” she said.

Spike lazily looked her up & down, while taking off his Duster & shirt, “Let’s just say, I couldn’t wait, Pet. I saw a nymph in the fountain and came to investigate. Imagine my surprise when I saw it was you. I’ve never fought a naked Slayer before, but I think I’m going to enjoy it immensely.”

Buffy glared at him, “You should have waited until Saturday, you pervert. You would have been undead longer!”

She jumped out of the fountain and landed a few feet away from him, stake at the ready.

Spike smirked, “I’d be a lot more intimidated, luv, if you weren’t naked. Still, I’m not complaining as it’s such a nice view.”

“You’re a pig, Spike,” Buffy spat and aimed a swivel kick at him. It knocked him on the jaw and made his head swing to the side. He laughed with glee, “You women are all the bloody same. If I had insulted your body you would still be annoyed. But you can do better than that, Slayer. Let me really have it!”

Buffy stared at Spike in disbelief. He really wasn’t scared of her and he clearly got off on being beaten up. She shrugged, “If that’s the way you want it, Spike.”

She kicked him several times and then punched him extra hard in the face. He flew backwards and landed on his back several feet away. He raised himself on his elbows and licked the blood from his broken lip.

“Not bad, Slayer,” He grinned.

“Eww, that’s gross,” Buffy uttered as she saw him taste his own blood.

Spike laughed as he got to his feet, “You’re right, yours will taste so much better.”

He sprang at her and Buffy found herself knocked to the ground beneath him. She struggled, but couldn’t get a grip as her wet body slid around on the grass. Spike looked down at her and thought he was in heaven; a wet, warm and naked Slayer was struggling beneath him, and her blood was singing to him. He was about to vamp out and drink her dry, when he felt her stop struggling. She simply lay there, panting, staring up at him, with her hot little hands on his bare chest. Spike liked the sensation it aroused against his cool skin and felt the insane desire to kiss her.

Buffy gasped in surprise as Spike leant down and kissed her. He took full advantage and stuck his tongue inside. It was different from any other kiss she had shared with Angel. This had passion… and danger! She knew she was safe with Angel, but Spike’s kiss held menace. He could ravage her throat at any moment, turning from lover to killer, and Buffy knew it. It gave her a strange thrill.

Spike knew this was crazy. He should be killing the Slayer, not bloody kissing her, but she tasted so hot and sweet. He’d forgotten long ago what it felt like to have a warm body beneath him. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Spike touched her small breasts and tweaked the nipples into hard peaks. He was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from the Slayer and it urged him to let his mouth follow his hands. Her skin was soft and warm and he loved touching it with his hands and lips.

Buffy knew this was madness. She had only met Spike the once and he was a Vampire, a Vampire who had promised to kill her. And yet here she was writhing with pleasure beneath him. Not even she & Angel had gone this far with their relationship. She really should stop him, but the thrill of danger and the things Spike was doing to her with his mouth wouldn’t let her.

Buffy’s hands roamed Spike’s chest. He felt cool to the touch and he was all hard muscle. Her hands moved over his back & down, down beneath the waistband of his jeans. She discovered that he wore no underpants and her hands gripped his firm buttocks.

Spike groaned and decided it was high time he got out of his restrictive jeans. He stopped Buffy’s hands, stood up, quickly removed his jeans and lay back down.

Buffy hadn’t had time to even come to her senses before Spike’s mouth was suckling her breasts and a finger had found its way between her folds. Spike marvelled at how wonderful she felt. She was so wet, tight and hot. He dipped his finger in and out, listening to her moans of ecstasy and could only anticipate how she would feel around him. He didn’t think he could wait much longer.

Buffy thrashed her head about. The feel of his cold finger in her was indescribably sensual. She found herself moving her hips towards his thrusting finger.

“More,” she uttered, “ I need more.”

Spike thrust two fingers in, stretching her and Buffy shuddered. She never knew foreplay could be like this. His two fingers in her & his thumb on her clit were driving her insane. Just when she didn’t think she could stand anymore pleasure, Spike withdrew his fingers.

“Oh,” Buffy said, feeling completely bereft.

Then she gasped as she felt his cold, hard cock thrust between her legs. She felt a slight pain as he broke her hymen, and then he was filling her. She adjusted to his size and gripped his buttocks to push him deeper.

“Bloody hell,” Spike grunted. The Slayer had been a virgin! Then all coherent thought was lost as he drowned in sensation. She was everything he had thought she’d be and more. She was wet and tight and her Slayer muscles squeezed him. But it was the heat. Oh, the searing heat. Spike lost all control. He thrust in & out and on the brink of orgasm; he vamped out and bit down on Buffy’s neck.

Buffy felt the slight prick as Spike’s fangs broke her skin and then the sheer pleasure. She felt waves and waves of it as her muscles spasmed. He seemed to climax at the same time and she felt his cold seed eject into her.

Spike’s fangs left her neck and he returned to his normal handsome features. They looked at each other. Both wondered what would happen now the moment was over.