Chapter: Chapter Twenty Six – The Celebration

Author: Queen Akasha

Rating: NC17 in some chapters

Summary: B/S. Season Seven. (As it should be, by Queen A)

Disclaimer: Season Seven needs more Spike. Who's with me?

Spoilers: This is my fictional season seven. Anything up to the end of S6 is fair game. I'm Alternate Universe from about "Normal Again." (Spike didn't get his soul)

Distribution: If you want, take. If you tell me, I'll send you updates. >)

Reviews: Greatly appreciated at Queen_Akasha@telus.net

"Spike," she gasped against his mouth.

"Love?" he said.

"Bedroom, now," she ordered, tearing herself away enough to speak, and then plunging, sinking, falling into kissing him again.

Somehow they made it to her door without separating from one another. Spike kicked it open, maneuvered her through, and slammed it behind them. He thrust her roughly against the wall beside the door. She felt her head slam painfully against the plaster, but she didn't care. As long as he kissed her.

And he did. He kissed her as if he wanted to devour her, and she wanted him to. *Eat me up,* she thought, and felt his answering growl resonate through her body. With one hand, he swiped at her chest, tearing through her shirt and bra with ease, leaving her breasts exposed. He bent his head down to pay attention to them, and at the feel of his tongue on her nipples she felt her nails clench, and she furrowed bloody streaks down his back. His growl only intensified, and he looked up at her with yellow eyes, as his demon surged to the fore. Buffy felt an erotic shiver down her spine. Fear and arousal warred within her, and she watched as he smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. "Slayer," he hissed, all teeth, his speech slightly slurred, and she felt an answering response that shot straight to her groin. Her panties felt uncomfortably damp, and she felt a momentary irritation at their presence. Spike's hands immediately shot to the front of her sweats, tearing them open and pulling them down in one fluid motion. She kicked them off, eager to be rid of them. He removed her panties with one swift jerk.

"No fair," she pouted, and he cocked his head at her, golden eyes smoldering in the gloom. She ran her hands up the inside of his t-shirt, feeling his stomach muscles contract in response. One quick tug ripped his shirt, and he shrugged out of the shreds. He quickly discarded his jeans, and then crushed her to the wall with his body. The feel of her bare breasts flattened against his chest made her catch her breath. His hand dropped between her legs, and he groaned at the feeling of her hot wetness. "Now." She had barely said the word before he lifted her and impaled her on his cock. She gasped and stared into his golden eyes. Both of them flashed to the first time that they had been together, in the deserted house that they had subsequently destroyed. This felt the same, but different. Feelings were out in the open now, instead of hidden behind a façade of normalcy.

He lifted her higher, pinned between him and the wall, and she wrapped her legs around him. He thrust into her with brutal fury, and she matched his every move. Buffy screamed and drug his head towards hers, kissing him hard and cutting her tongue on his sharp teeth. He tasted her blood, and lost all control of his demon, vamping out fully, still slamming into her with great force. She threw her head back in ecstasy, exposing her throat. He leaned in towards her neck, and licked and kissed up and down her jugular vein. She shivered in delight, feeling his knifelike teeth scrape against her skin. *Back off, back off,* he told himself, trying to control his demon.

She leaned her head further back, exposing her throat even more. *Bite me,* she thought. Spike's head jerked up in shock, and he looked into her eyes. "Bite me," she whispered. "I want you to. I need you to." He smiled, an evil looking vampiric smile that sent another chill down her spine, and leaned in towards her neck.

She expected pain. There'd been pain with the Master, and with Angel. She had been under Dracula's thrall, so hadn't felt pain during that, but she expected it now. She didn't expect the initial quick sting of the bite, followed by such a feeling of ecstasy that it competed with the best orgasm she'd ever had. "Ungh, good," she managed to grunt out, and Spike lifted his head. His forehead had reverted to its regular smooth self, but his eyes still glowed golden. "More," she pleaded, pushing his head back to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and he obliged. *Mine, mine, mine,* she heard his demon mindlessly chanting.

She was indescribable. Had he been the best poet in the world, he couldn't have composed the words to describe his feelings, as the taste of her blood filled his body. He felt himself in her, cock buried deep within, and he felt her in him, her potent blood already seeping into his veins, filling him with her essence. Her scent was all around him, and he couldn't feel anything, not the floor under his feet, nothing but her.

She could sense his feelings as her blood occupied his body. She had never known anyone this completely, or been this well known. "Spike," she gasped. "Stop."

He immediately stopped thrusting within her, lifted his head from her neck and licked his lips, drops of her blood crimson on his mouth. "I'm sorry, love," he said. She felt his confusion.

"No, you don't understand," she said, desperate to explain. There could be no misunderstandings between them, ever again. "I'm yours; you're mine. Forever. I want you too. I want us to claim each other, for real this time."

The naked look of adoration and delight on his face was plain to see. "Do you really mean it, Buffy?" he whispered.

"Yes," she said, sending her thoughts towards him for him to plainly read. "What do I do?"

"You'll know," he said, and began stroking within her again. With a jagged nail, he sliced the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. She watched, fascinated, as blood welled up in the cut. The smell of it was heady, and strangely appealing. Looking up at him for confirmation, she tentatively fastened her lips to the wound, and as the exotic taste of his blood filled her mouth, she could only think, *Mine, mine, mine.*

The feel of her mouth pulling on his skin careened him over the edge. She felt her orgasm exploding in her groin, as his own, almost painfully intense climax caused him to roar out his ecstasy. "Buffy!" he cried, shaking the walls. She answered him by screaming "Spike!"

When they regained their senses, he carried her gently over to the bed, where they collapsed side by side, still enjoined. She lifted her head slightly, looked around and said, "We missed the bed again."

Spike couldn't control his laughter. "Shhhhh," she warned, and he laughed even harder.

"Love, if they didn't know what we were doing when we went up here, they sure do now," he laughed. "I think the neighbors down the street even heard you." Her face blushed an adorable shade of red.

"Well, you weren't exactly mister silent guy yourself, you know," she said. "With all the growling and roaring and snarling you've been doing, I'd be surprised if people don't start thinking we're keeping a bear here."

"Grrrrrrrrr," he teased, growling playfully at her.

"And what about claiming?" she asked. "You said I'd know what to do. Well? When will I know what to do?"

"Love," he said seriously, slipping out of her and sitting up. They both groaned in dismay. "I thought you'd know."

"Know what?" she said impatiently. "Here I say I want us to be claimed, or married, or whatever it is that you vampires do, and you, well, you just pass it by, ignoring me,.....,"

He interrupted her. "It's done," he said. "We've claimed each other."

"Done?" She sat up in shock. "When? How? I thought chanting was involved."

"Well, yes," he explained, "sex, blood sharing, chanting, and the sincere desire to be bonded together forever. We've done all that."

"But, when did we chant?" she said, confused.

"During the claiming ritual," he elucidated. "We chanted, 'Mine, mine, mine.'"

"That was my wedding vows?" she said in disbelief.

"Well, yeah," he said sheepishly. "We kinda wrote our own."

She thought a moment. "I don't care," she finally decided. "Although it kind of pales in comparison to being married by an Oriental Elvis impersonator at the Elvis chapel in Las Vegas. Not the sex part," she said quickly, in response to his raised eyebrow. "Just the mine, mine, mine part."

Spike chuckled as a sudden thought crossed his mind. "What?" Buffy asked curiously, trying to dig for whatever he was laughing about, but having no luck.

"Nothing, love," he said, shielding his thoughts from her. He didn't know what she'd think if she knew he'd had a visual of Harris's face when he found out that Buffy and Spike were 'claimed'. In his fantasy, Monkey Boy's jaw dropped to the ground and his eyes bulged out on springs, much like Wile E Coyote doing a double take. He didn't think Buffy would care for his impression of Xander. Suddenly, his mind was invaded by a picture of the Road Runner, with Buffy's smile, sticking out his tongue at Spike and going, 'Meep Meep'.

"Gonna be hard to lie to me about kitten poker, now, isn't it Spike?" Buffy said, smiling sweetly.

"Bloody hell," he muttered. "What have I gotten myself into now." But he smiled at her, unable to hide his transparent joy. *I love you,* he thought, laying down and beckoning to her.

*I love you too,* she thought, laying her head in the curve of his shoulder, and covering them with a blanket on the foot of her bed.
 

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TBC
 

Oh, yeah, still more to come. Hope I'm not too long winded for you. I think the next one will be the final chapter. Some things still need to be wrapped up.

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