Voyeurism Prompt – 10

Spike swiftly moved through the sewers towards the mansion, grinning to himself as he remembered the look on his grandsire's face when he'd made his little 'love is blood' speech. His grin slipped a little as a thought struck him, 'stupid pillock won't listen; never did listen to anything I had to say.'

 As his memories of other times he had not been listened to assailed him, his pace slowed. Images of Angel prompted images of Drusilla, painful memories that he'd denied for years.

It all hit him at once and he stopped walking. 

Dru didn't love him, she loved Angelus, and he was never going to be Angelus. He didn't want to be Angelus. Angelus disgusted him. Angelus was a mind-fucking coward. Why the hell did he want a woman that wanted a mentally challenged ego maniac, and if she couldn't have him...she'd settle. Well, FUCK THAT! 

He was a master vampire; the youngest ever to reach that level of ascension, not even twenty years turned. He was a bloody legend. He deserved better than some crazy bint that cheated on him constantly and was about as loyal to him as a feral Ma'hacnal demon. Those buggers would turn on their own mothers for the sake of a hand of kitten poker! 

He deserved an equal. Someone that could match his fighting skill, his wit, his layers. Someone who loved as deeply and as loyally as he did. Someone with green eyes.  

Huh?

'Where in the Hell did that come from?'

 Shaking his head to rid himself of the unwanted images that had plagued him since he'd first come to Sunnydale, Spike started forward again, all the while, cursing Dru and her visions and worse...her bloody need to share them! 

"Stupid bints that can't leave well enough alone," he muttered bad-temperedly as he reached the sewer exit for the mansion and dashed through the unforgiving light to the safety of the garage.  

Once he was safely hidden from the daylight, he sighed deeply, realising that until night fell, he was stuck where he was; alone with his thoughts and memories. And he just knew that the one memory he didn't want to think about was the one that would probably replay itself over and over again- that of a girl yelling his name and telling him to duck.

When Spike heard Angel return he cringed in disgust. If the gigantic forehead was back, then in all probability Juliet of the Damned wasn't far away. The last thing he wanted was to listen to Barbie and Ken's version of Shakespeare! He checked his internal clock. 'FUCK! Still an hour till sunset!'

Spike knew he was damned when he heard her footsteps with still fifteen minutes till he could safely drive away. "Bloody buggering fuck!" he snarled quietly as he listened to them greet. 

"Hey. I was wondering when you were coming," Angel spoke with intimate softness.  

Spike rolled his eyes in disgust. The bastard hadn't listed to a word he'd said! No surprise there. 

"I'm not coming back," Buffy said quietly but insistently. "We're not friends. We never were. And I can fool Giles, and I can fool my friends, but I can't fool myself. Or Spike, for some reason." 

Spike heard the laugh in her voice as she spoke of him. His eyes widened in wonder. She'd heard him. She'd actually listened to what he was saying and was acting on it. 'Good on you, luv.'

 "What I want from you, I can never have. You don't need me to take care of you anymore. So, I'm gonna go."

 "I don't accept that," Angel uttered with quiet desperation, refuting her need to move on. 

'Bloody manipulative bastard! Don't fall for it, luv, don't let him get to you,' Spike silently begged, never once wondering at his need for her to not give in to the older vampire. 

"You have to." Buffy replied with finality.

Spike fisted his hand in the air. 'YES!'

"There's gotta be some way we can still see each other." Angel continued to try to convince her. 

"There is."  

Spike's head shot up, dread filled him. 

"Tell me that you don't love me." She offered, already knowing the futility of the suggestion when she made it. 

As Spike listened to her leave after his grandsire's refusal to speak, he felt the tendrils of dread drift away and with them his every desire to leave Sunnydale. 

With the decision to stay made, Spike focused on the most immediate problem while refusing to think about the reason he wanted to stick around in the first place. He needed someplace to stay that wasn't in the vicinity of the fun vacuum that was his grandsire. 

Spike couldn't believe his luck when he found the crypt in Restfield Cemetery. It had everything he could ask for; the unexpected basement and its direct access to the sewers was a bonus he hadn't even dreamed about. A couple of hours and a few unbloody visits to some furniture and bedding shops later, Spike had a very comfy place to call home. The fact that his new home was only about two minutes from the Slayer's place was just a coincidence...really! 

As he made his way through the night to the young blonde's home, Spike tried desperately to convince himself that he was just going to make sure the Slayer was...um... 

Bugger!  

When her home came into view, Spike slowed his steps, dragging his feet. He was completely unwilling to analyse why he was there in the first place and not really sure what he was going to do now that he was. 

He stared up at the unlit windows and allowed his mind to be captured by an irrelevant thought. 'Why the bloody hell do the yanks call that the second floor? Why would you call the ground floor the first floor...it's on the bleedin' ground!' Shaking his head as if to clear his distraction, Spike took a deep breath in an effort to centre himself. 

The scent slammed into him, making him rock hard instantly. He recognised it immediately, but never before had he smelled it so strongly. Slayer musk, the ambrosia of the Gods, and one of the better bonuses of fighting a slayer.  

His feet automatically moved towards the enticing scent. Supernatural grace aided his silent footsteps as he ghosted his way towards the source of the scent that was driving his senses to distraction. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself perched in a tree outside an open window– an open bedroom window. 

Morphing into his true face, Spike's golden eye's confirmed what his senses were telling him. It was the Slayer's bedroom, said Slayer was in bed, and the tantalizingly mouth-watering scent was coming from an apparently very horny slayer who looked like she was about to do something that had the potential to fuel the vampire's dreams for many a long year. Well, that or leave him so brain addled that he would still be drooling in place when the sun came up and fried his arse. 

Spike whimpered as her scent became stronger and all ability to reason that this was perhaps the single most stupid thing he'd ever done flew away on the breeze. 

As he watched, she turned slightly and slipped her leg from under the sheet, pulling the white cotton that covered her further down her bared back. His eyes caressed the golden expanse now exposed to his hungry gaze. 

He feasted on the vision before him, his imagination supplying the satiny texture of her skin while he prayed like an adolescent school boy for that sheet to slip...just...a bit...more. 

Her hand moved to her outer thigh, stroking as she mumbled incoherantly her eye's closed tightly she thrust her aromatic pussy towards the mattress and ground herself against it. A soft but desperate whimper reached his ears as he watched her push the sheet away, and the world seemed to stop for him as her naked form was revealed to him for the first time. 

Bloody Hell! She was perfect. From this angle, on her side and with her back facing him, her arse seemed to smile at him. A hint of dark curls that glistened with moisture peeked out from between her slightly parted thighs, her right leg bent so that she could ground her sweet smelling cunny into the bed on which she lay. One pert breast with its tasty little cherry enticed his taste buds and hands with equal fervour.  

Spike's hand slipped down to gently rub his aching member as it strangled within the prison of his jeans. His mouth watered as her hand caressed her skin on its journey to the golden mound that he could see, pinching her nipple and moaning with the sweet sensation of painful bliss as her hips undulated to a rhythm that only she could hear. 

'God! She'll be the death of me,' he thought as he continued to caress his aching cock. There was no way that he would ever again be able to deny that he wanted her.  

When she turned onto her back, the only thing that kept him from cumming right there and then was the certain knowledge that she was probably thinking of the bastard that he'd already lost one woman to.  

She spread her legs wider, as if she was displaying her perfection for him alone. Spike bit his tongue to silence his groan of desire as he fought off his demon's raging need to take what looked to be on offer. In a superhuman show of control, the vampire pushed back his demon so that of his true face, only his eyes still glowed gold. 

He watched as her right hand inched closer to the glistening petal that called to him as her left hand took up the pleasurable task of playing with her puckered areola and firm nipple while she gently squeezed and pulled. With practised ease, her fingers parted succulent lips that sparkled with her juices. A single digit circled her sweet nubbin, and it seemed to grow as he watched, her nectar seeping copiously. Spike licked his lips as his hands moved of their own volition to release his turgid length from its prison; its head an angry red with need.   

Her breathing quickened with desire and she stroked her needy nub, two fingers slipping into her core and pumping furiously as her body heat rose and her heart raced. He matched her stroke for stroke. 

She whimpered as she got closer to her release, her need making her writhe. She tossed her head from side to side as if begging someone to stop the delicious torture while her mouth belied her negative actions.

"Yes...yes...please..." she keened quietly. She continued to thrash in helpless abandon as she rubbed her clit hard and fast. When she found her release, her body seized taut then shook in an uncontrollable frenzy as her juices burst from her in a torrent. She whispered a name harshly as she came, her voice thick with longing.

Exhausted by the power of her orgasm she pulled the sheet over her glistening body and fell at once into a deep sleep, blissfully unaware of the sounds of the vampire that had watched her made as he toppled from the tree outside her window. Spike gazed at his cum covered jeans in dazed wonder from his sprawled position on the ground beneath her bedroom window.

Two thoughts whirled through his confused mind. The first- that he didn't think he'd ever cum that hard before could have had something to do with his befuddled state, but it could quite have easily have been the second. 

'My name! She called my name!'