The Ultimate
Betrayal
by jamies_lady
Summary:
After the Battle in LA Riley brings news to Buffy which will change
things for ever.
Goes VERY off canon after the Battle of Sunnydale
Chapter 36
Spike was hiding: he might be a master vampire but he got
to be a Master by not being stupid. And it would be a stupid man,
vampire, who got between Dawn, Buffy and the piles, no mountains, of
fabric that they had bought for the trip back in time. It reminded
Spike of times long ago when his own house had been in uproar for his
dearest Louisa’s coming-out party. He’d hidden at his club then; no
club to hide in now though. He’d just have to make the best of it.
Dressmakers had appeared, all specialists in historical clothing, and
they had taken over the dining room producing all the gowns both women
would need for a three week holiday in the past. Spike cheated. He had
gone along to his old tailors in Saville Row and ordered what he
wanted. There had been a couple of strange looks as the assistant had
found that this Sir William Pratt had exactly the same measurements as
the Sir William Pratt who graced them with his presence, and his
accounts, in the 1870’s.
William Pratt had long ago realised that time equalled money and money
certainly equalled time. The more money, the quicker the clothes would
be ready.
He was promised that everything would be delivered to his house within
a week. He felt different, dressed in the smart attire of his own class
and own time. A gentleman born and bred.
A letter had been written to The Langham Hotel to reserve a suite of
rooms for Sir William and Lady Pratt and their party and, although
Cordy moaned about it, the letter was delivered through time as the
others had been.
‘I’ll be glad when Dawn works out how to do this for herself,’ she
muttered as she vanished into the bright light that hurt Spike’s eyes.
Dawn and Buffy had spent the whole week with Morgana, learning all the
social niceties that dictated behaviour in 1880’s England. They had
been in fits of laughter over the uses of a fan and how to gain a
gentleman’s attention. Not that Buffy would be doing that much of
course; Spike growled at even the idea of Buffy talking to anyone else.
It was hard: Dawn never expected homework for her birthday present, but
both the women understood how important it was that they fitted in.
They learned to waltz and to polka, to do the gay gordons and the
lancers. The natural grace exhibited by the slayer was shared by her
sister and made the lessons quite simple.
Now everything was set for Dawn’s big day. Morgana seemed to know
everything instinctually. It was as though she had lived through
Victoria’s reign.
Dawn was the first one to ask, ‘just how do you know all this stuff?’
She just had to know after they had been listening to a lecture on the
dance card.
‘I was born before even your vampire, young lady.’
‘What??!!’
‘A Lady doesn’t give out her age, but let’s say I have seen an awful
lot over the years.’ She laughed and continued with the lesson, knowing
Dawn would be mortified if she got any of the myriad of the intricacies
of behaviour wrong.
Everything was ready. This time tomorrow they would be stepping through
the portal and arriving in 1882 London for the season. They had booked
the rooms for a whole two weeks and were planning all sorts of
diversions, though they had enough clothes for longer.
Buffy was already in bed when Spike finished carrying the last of the
cases downstairs. There were trunks and bandboxes galore waiting for
the portal to be opened in the morning. It would zap them straight
through to the Council Headquarters; Morgana had assured them that they
would all be safe but Buffy would be packing a gun and a crossbow just
in case. She still didn’t trust the council.
Spike just stopped moving and looked at her. She was beautiful, her
hair spread across the pillow like a honey waterfall. He loved looking
at her, she filled every empty hole in his heart and had completely
taken over his life. This slip of a woman had become the centre of his
universe. Buffy opened her eyes and watched her beautiful vampire
watching her. It always made her feel so cherished.
‘Come here and make love to me, my gorgeous sexy vampire,’ she said
with a grin.
‘Is that an order?’ He asked with a smirk. He could feel his body
harden at the scent of her arousal.
‘Oh yes it certainly is,’ she reached out her hand and looked him deep
in the eyes. They were flashing from blue to gold, a sure sign of both
William and the demon’s arousal.
Spike took her hand gently in his and started kissing her fingertips.
He brushed each individual digit with his lips before making his way up
her hand and arm slowly. Buffy could feel the moisture pooling between
her thighs before he had reached her elbow. He could make her come
without even touching her anywhere naughty!
Spike looked up to Buffy’s face, he worshipped this woman completely.
She had stolen his unbeating heart without even trying, he loved her
strength and her gentleness. He loved her loyalty and her faithfulness.
He just wished he deserved such a treasure. His eyes flashed golden
again and he could feel his brow ridges emerging on his forehead. He
wanted to make love slowly tonight and fought to keep the demon in
check: demon tended to take Buffy fast and hard and tonight was a time
for slow and gentle.
‘No, let him out..’ Buffy whispered as she watched the inner battle
being played out in his eyes. She ran her fingers across the ridges,
causing Spike to purr loudly and rub his face on her open hand. Buffy
continued to brush her fingers down his face and neck causing the purrs
to get louder and louder. He sounded like a contented panther.
‘Let him come through totally? Please,’ Buffy asked and Spike relaxed
completely, allowing the demon to take over fully. His eyes became the
deepest gold, as though the sun itself was reflected in them. He could
feel his fingers lengthening and his claws appearing, but still Buffy
didn’t pull back. His fangs dropped down from the roof of his mouth and
she reached up to kiss him thoroughly. Her tongue traced the shape of
his teeth, nicking herself on the sharp fang and allowing the blood to
drip into his mouth.
Spike shuddered at the taste and strength of the elixir as it
overpowered his taste buds. He thought he would explode, he was
addicted to Buffy’s blood.
Buffy sat up further and pulled him down onto the bed. She deepened the
kiss more, allowing her hands to wander over his body, down his perfect
abs and along his narrow hips. She could feel his hard cock through the
rough denim: it seemed big even for him and she undid the button and
pulled down the zipper, releasing his shaft from its imprisonment.
Buffy looked up again into the face of a pure demon, a demon that
should have been ripping out her heart, not cradling it carefully and
protecting it with all he was.
There were times when she really wished that she had told him that she
loved him so much earlier. She regretted every blow she’d ever landed
on that glorious face, and every cruel word she had ever spoken to the
brave and noble being in front of her. She knew she would spend her
life making it up to him.
Spike’s chest rumbled with the noises of contentment he was making,
noises that only she ever heard: they seemed to reach her very core,
making her even wetter if that were at all possible. Buffy helped him
lay down on the bed and she was on her knees by his side. She kissed
him down his chest and followed the short hairs that led to a greater
prize. Buffy licked her lips at the sight of his magnificent cock. It
was ridged when he was in game face. Thicker, longer, pulsing in time
with her licks. She could feel him hardening and his cock swelling as
she licked and sucked his beautiful cock deep into her throat.
Spike screamed his release as he shot his load down her throat within
seconds as though he were some hormonal teenager having his first
encounter. He had no control when Buffy was like this. His hand wrapped
in her hair. He couldn’t believe that this wonderful, beautiful woman
loved him and made love to him so thoroughly.
But Buffy wasn’t finished with him yet. She slid up his prone body
until she straddled his hips. Spike’s eyes still showed gold but the
demon was happy to let Buffy take the lead. He was totally secure in
his belief in Buffy. Both sides of his essence loved, and worshipped
this woman.
Buffy rubbed her wet core against his shaft until it was once again
firm and standing proud of his body, then, lifting herself up, she
impaled herself on it. Pushing hard down until he was embedded so
deeply she could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her womb. She
felt full and complete and very loved. She started rocking, sliding up
and down Spike’s cock. The cock was thicker and slightly longer than it
usually was, an unexpected benefit from the demon being in the fore.
She could feel the ridges hitting all the right spots, pushing her
higher and higher into ecstasy.
Spike ran his hands up and down her flanks, being careful to ensure
that his claws didn’t hurt her. Her skin was like satin, luxurious and
smooth, golden against the silver of his paleness. He moved his hands
across her ribcage and under her breasts. Spike loved her breasts. They
seemed to fit his hands perfectly. He ran the pad of his thumbs across
her nipples, hardening them more. Buffy was making the little noises
that meant that she was getting close to her second climax. He could
smell the increase in her juices and lifted his hips in time with her
thrusts. As she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy Buffy leaned down to
nuzzle into his neck. It was always an erogenous zone for any vampire
and Spike moaned as her human teeth started nipping and biting him. She
was right over the mark that Dru had left and it was driving him crazy.
Before he knew what had happened Buffy’s teeth had lengthened into
fangs and she bit down hard on his neck, obliterating all the marks
that were there. She could feel her own fangs enter his skin and could
taste the coppery blood on her tongue.
‘Mine’ she screamed… ‘My mate until eternity ends!’
Spike was so shocked that he didn’t reply: he’d always dreamed that
Buffy would want this, that she would mate with him, but to have the
dream come true was more than the poet or the demon had ever hoped for.
Then he smelled the tears and looked into emerald pools. Buffy was
crying.
‘Don’t you want this? I thought this was what you wanted, I found about
claiming and everything. I had to initiate it or it wouldn’t work: I’m
sorry…’ she burst into tears. She sounded so lost and alone, Spike
thought. He had never seen her looking so small and lost.
‘Wha’?’ was all he could manage to say.
‘You haven’t answered. Don’t you want me? You won’t have to fight for
your freedom: I’ll go,’ she grabbed for the sheet and tried to hurry
away, the tears flowing freely down her face. That was when he
realised. He hadn’t replied to the claim. He hadn’t said anything. He
could be so dumb sometimes.
‘Yours,’ he said quietly, then louder, ‘your mate, until eternity ends.’
Buffy looked at him from the middle of the floor, the sheet held
closely to her body.
‘You mean that?’
‘Yours,’ he repeated again, ‘your mate.’
She moved the hair from her neck where it covered the bites from all
the other vampires and walked back towards him as he lay naked on the
bed.
‘You want us equal, pet? There’s no divorce, you know that?’
‘You mean you’ll never be able to leave?’
‘Never. We have to be together for the rest of our lives; if I die you
will as well. Are you sure you want this?’
She nodded and tilted her head up to allow him to get better access to
her neck. Spike stood up and walked towards her. Taking her gently in
his arms he aligned his fangs over all the previous marks and sank his
teeth into his chalice.
‘Mine, my mate until eternity ends.’
‘Yours,’ Buffy whispered. ‘Your mate.’
Spike swung her up in his arms and laid her back on the bed.
‘I’m going to shag you senseless until the morning,’ he stated as he
threw her onto the bed.
‘No you’re not,’ she answered. ‘You’re going to make love to me, your
wife…’