September 25, 2001

Buffy stood on the stairs staring at the bleached blonde vampire frozen below her. The looks of awe, of love and of amazement on his face shook her to the core of her very being. However, she knew something that was going to shock him to his core. Death had shown her something; something someone had tried to cover up. Death had brought her the knowledge of why Willow's 'Thy Will Be Done' spell had affected the Slayer and the vampire in the way that it had. Buffy couldn't stand being apart from Spike moment longer. She launched herself down the stairs into Spike's arms.

Spike's arms automatically encircled his beloved Slayer. Inhaling deeply he could smell the decay of death that lingered on her skin, the soil that Buffy dug her way through to escape her grave, and the blood on her hands where she had clawed and clutched at the dirt on her way to the surface. Those stupid insufferable gits was his last thought before he felt Buffy's teeth rip the flesh on his neck.

"Mine?" Buffy asked. Her body and soul needed the reconnection that her mind and heart already knew were there.

"Yours. Forever yours, Slayer," Spike uttered quietly. His demon automatically came to the surface and his fangs pierced Buffy's throat. After several quick sips of her powerful blood, he pulled away and growled, "Mine."

"Yours. Forever yours, Spike," Buffy whispered. She felt the link snap into place and she let all of her newfound memories wash over Spike.

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October 31, 1997

Buffy, or at least that's what she thought her name was, screamed when the smelly pirate attempted to grab her arm. She backed up trying to get away and ran into something quite male and quite solid. Buffy whirled to find the most beautiful man she was sure she had ever laid eyes upon. He was dressed in black except for a blood red button up shirt that peeked out from his overcoat and, he had the most piercing blue eyes below the blondest of hair.

"Help me, good sir. There are monsters trying to get me," Buffy cried as she buried her face in his chest.

Spike was taken back by the Slayer's cry for him to help her. Something unusually instinctual took over his actions. "This one belongs to me," he growled at the pirate who had just exited the alleyway, "She's mine. Go find your own woman."

Buffy heard the pirate let out a shriek of terror and, then the sound of his feet echoed off the buildings as he ran back down the alley. She pulled back to study the face of the man holding her. "I belong to you? Truly?" Buffy asked quietly.

"That's what I said, pet. Let's go," the man answered. He gripped Buffy's arm in an unbreakable hold and dragged her down the street behind him. He studied the buildings carefully. He wanted to find somewhere that wouldn't be disturbed.

"Please slow down. I can't walk that fast," Buffy cried and stumbled along in the man's wake.

"Don't really care, luv," the man growled even as he slowed down marginally. His grip on her arm, however, remained steadfast.

"Can you at least tell me your name, sir? I think my name is Buffy." Buffy started to worry that her choice of a savior was a poor one.

"M' name's Spike. Ah, here's the perfect place" the man said as they found themselves in front of a deserted warehouse. Spike pulled the door open and roughly shoved Buffy through the opening making her stumble towards some crates. He followed her inside and locked the door behind them.

Buffy stumbled towards the crates, but she caught herself before she could fall to the ground. She awkwardly whirled to watch Spike advance on her. The hunger in his eyes made her shiver with anticipation.

"I'm... I'm sure I would never call you such a vulgar name as Spike. You must have another name," Buffy said, mustering all of the false bravado she could find.

"Some people call me William the Bloody." Spike sniffed the air, anticipating the sweet smell of fear to be rolling off the girl. Much to his surprise she seemed more aroused than scared. Hmmm that changes things. Nothing like a good shag to go with a hot meal, the vampire chuckled to himself. With Drusilla sick for such a long time, it had been ages sine he'd had the pleasure of a good slap and tickle.

"William," Buffy said coyly as she could. She smiled at the man advancing towards her. "I like that. So, William, how long have we known each other?"

"Just long enough, pet," Spike smirked at the girl.

"Long enough for what?" Buffy was entranced by the lustful gaze directed towards her.

"Long enough for me to know you're mine to have and nobody else's," Spike growled softly as he reached out and touched Buffy's hair. He smiled inwardly as she visibly trembled with desire and the smell of her arousal grew. Spike shrugged his shoulders gracefully and let his duster slide down his arms. With a flick of his wrist, he had it laid out on the floor for later.

"Red's definitely your color, William," Buffy murmured as she took in the silky dress shirt Spike wore over his t-shirt. She tentatively reached out to caress the sleeve of the shirt and in turn the arm underneath it. Buffy did not know where her boldness came from, but something within her wanted this man desperately. She looked directly into his blue eyes and licked her lips.

Spike's cock hardened as the tip of Buffy's pink tongue wetted her pouty lips. He groaned at the thought of that hot little appendage licking him in so very many wonderful spots. Spike grabbed Buffy's shoulders, and her arms automatically circled his waist as she moved closer to him.

Buffy gasped at the feel of Spike's lean muscular body against hers. All thoughts fled as his soft lips covered hers in the most sensual kiss she was sure she had ever experienced before. His soft tongue dueled with hers as his hands moved towards the back of her dress. He undid each buttons slowly once he had gotten to his goal. Buffy didn't even notice that Spike had the buttons completely undone and her dress off until the cool October air caused goosebumps to erupt across her bare back. Buffy pulled away from the kiss in an attempt to cover her naked breasts.

"I ... I don't think I am very experienced, William," Buffy whispered. Her blush deepened and her face turned scarlet.

"That's okay, kitten. I am very, very experienced," Spike smirked at the girl with his tongue curled behind his teeth, "Mmm, don't cover up those pretty titties of yours. I want to see them."

Buffy continued to blush, but she moved her hands away from her chest and towards his. Under his gaze, Buffy could feel her nipples harden. Her embarrassment quickly turned back to desire as he brought his hands up to let his black enameled fingers tug gently at her pink-tipped breasts, and his lips moved down her jawline to her neck.

Spike smiled to himself when the Slayer turned her head to the side and let him have full access to her neck. He could feel her little hands creep up his body to pull his dress shirt off his shoulders. Spike pulled his hands away from her breasts and quickly stripped off both his shirts. As she began to undo his jeans, he dropped his hands to the top of her pantaloons and pushed them down over her rounded hips causing them to fall the rest of the way to the floor. Spike stepped back to study the naked girl in front of him.

"You're a luscious peach, kitten." Spike kicked his jeans off and took Buffy's hand. He lead her to where his duster was on the floor and laid her down on it. Something told him that should take her with care, even though his demon clamored for a violent shag. Her show of innocence stirred something deep inside him.

Buffy felt a bit like she was on display, but she was too busy staring at Spike to care. The rest of his body was as beautiful as his face. He was totally unlike anything she had ever seen before. She was absolutely sure of that. Buffy lifted her arms to welcome him to her embrace.

"You're not so bad yourself, William." Buffy ducked her head just a bit to watch him through her eyelashes. She was surprised such a handsome male was interested in her. The pleased rumblings from Spike's chest went straight to Buffy's core, causing her arousal to skyrocket even higher.

Spike dropped to his knees to prowl up Buffy's body like a big cat. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he stopped to bury his nose in the curls adorning her sex. As he took in a deep whiff of her arousal, Spike was amazed to hear the rumbling in his chest increase to almost a true purr. Wait a tick. This is suppose to be a quick shag before dinner. Why the hell are you purring like you are happy, mate?

As Spike buried his nose in her pubic hairs, Buffy bit back a moan. Her skin felt like it was ice cold and on fire at the same time. Buffy's legs fell open in supplication. She gasped when Spike bumped the bundle of nerves hidden there with his nose. Her back arched as she writhed in an attempt to initiate further contact.

"You are so wet and juicy, kitten. What do you want me to do?" Spike gazed into Buffy's face, pleased to see how flushed and wanting she looked.

"Please, William," Buffy begged. "Please just touch me."

"Guess you're the begging kind after all, Slayer," Spike declared before he buried his face in her wet pussy. He missed the confused look upon Buffy's face.

With each little lick and nibble, Buffy's rich juices flowed, and Spike feasted. He licked her from top to bottom and back again, making Buffy moan and thrash wildly. Finally Spike had to put a forearm across her pelvic bone to keep her in place. He wrapped his lips around her clit, and he thrust one finger to the first knuckle into her tight opening. The feel of her pussy clenching around his finger and the membrane blocking his further entrance, almost made Spike come right then and there. It was only concentrating on his purring and her satisfaction that lessened his lust enough to fulfill her pleasure before his own. Inwardly he told himself that he only wanted to fulfill her pleasure first because the blood always tasted sweeter after an orgasm, but somehow he knew that it was much more than that.

Buffy trembled under the onslaught of Spike's talented mouth on her overheated sex. She barely had time to realize how cool his tongue felt before the glorious climb towards release begin to build within her. The vibrations of his purring against her clit chased all thought from her mind as she began to reach the pinnacle of orgasm and cascaded over to the other side.

Spike's eyes drifted to Buffy's face as she cried out his name with a voice laced in pleasure. He was amazed to find that he liked that; pleasure rather than pain. Spike let out a silent groan when his finger was crushed in the entrance of her tight passage while she came. He had no idea how he was going to sheath himself inside her without spilling his seed upon entry. Maybe I can get her to stroke me off first. Spike shuddered thinking about her hot hands touching him. Okay, maybe this hadn't been a good idea after all. 'm enjoyin' this way too much.

"What a sweet little pussy you are, kitten." Spike sat back on his haunches as he watched the girl in front of him open glazed eyes and stare at him. "Mmmmm," Spike hummed, "Sit up here, luv It's your turn to touch me."

"Touch you where?" Buffy's eyes opened wide with surprise when Spike grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. She sat the rest of the way up and scooted backwards just enough to sit comfortably with her legs surrounding him. Buffy tentatively touched the hard organ in her hand, reveling in how the skin felt the smoothest of satin. He was even silkier than the dress he had peeled from her body earlier.

"Harder, little one. I can take it." Spike's head rolled back when she tightened her grip. It made him glad he was a vampire and not a fragile human. His purring groans echoed off the walls of the giant warehouse. Spike tensed his muscles in an attempt not to throw her backwards and start pounding her into the ground.

Buffy wasn't sure why, but the sounds emanating from Spike's throat and chest sparked an arousal in her that shot straight to her heart. She was still stunned at how amazing he looked without his clothes on. Buffy worshipped his body with her eyes: the smooth column of his neck, the corded muscles on his arms that shifted and rolled as he clenched his fists, and his classic washboard abs. However, it was the hard dusky nipples on his defined pecs that caught Buffy's eye. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting them.

Spike's eyes shot open when he felt a hot little tongue laving at one of his nipples in time with the hand further down his body. His hand flew to Buffy's hair, holding her in place.

"Gonna cum, luv." Spike shivered against Buffy's body when she moaned over his words.

Buffy felt as Spike began to pulsate in her hand. His cool spendings coated her stomach and breasts in jetting spurts. He jerked her head away from his chest and crushed his lips down on hers. Buffy shuddered as his hands combed down through her hair to her shoulders, then further down as he massaged his cream into her skin.

Spike kept his lips pressed against Buffy's lips, and his hands pushed against her breasts while he laid her back into his jacket. He settled himself between her legs, not letting up his passionate assault until she was again writhing for him. This time it was his entire body that trapped her.

Buffy wrapped her arms and legs around Spike as she tried desperately to get closer to him. She could feel his cock rubbing her clit and the upper folds of her pussy. She wondered how it was going to fit inside her. When Spike pulled away slightly to give Buffy time to catch her breath, Buffy took the opportunity to caress his sculpted cheekbones, and she stared into his eyes.

Spike leaned slightly onto one elbow as he positioned his cock into the tight entrance of Buffy's slick channel. He was pleased to see her eyes open wide in anticipation as he started to rub her clit. Spike watched as Buffy's eyes began to drift closed in pleasure, and at that moment he flexed his hips encasing his hard rod fully into her virginal passage. His heart lurched when Buffy's eyes shot open in shock and pain. Reassurances began to tumble from his lips before he could stop himself.

"'m so sorry, baby. It'll stop hurtin' in a minute." Spike continued to caress her clit as he allowed her to adjust to his size. "'m gonna make you feel so good."

Buffy took deep breaths to work through the pain as she listened to Spike continue to babble sweet things to her. She watched his eyes fill with amber flecks and felt proud that she could affect him so greatly. Buffy was getting a niggling at the back of her mind that she should be frightened of this magnificent creature, but for some reason just couldn't muster the desire to do it. Instead, all of her desires were focused on the pleasure being shared between them.

"Little devil," Spike groaned as the girl beneath him began to gently flex her internal muscles. He moved his hips ever so slightly, causing Buffy to moan and grasp at his shoulders with her fingers.

"Oh God. You feel so good." Buffy muttered first. Then she looked at Spike with a small smirk. "Takes one to know one, Spike. Harder." Her eyes rolled back in her head. She exposed her neck as she threw her legs around him, effectively trapping him in the circle of her limbs.

Spike began to piston in and out of Buffy's pussy. Each stroke became longer until he removed his entire length and slammed it back to full hilt inside her body. He dropped his mouth to her pulse point, laving it with his soft human tongue.

"Oh God, Spike," Buffy cried as she clutched harder at his shoulders, ripping his skin with her nails.

"What do you want, my luscious peach?" Spike lifted his head from her throat as she tipped her face to look into his eyes.

"I want to feel your fangs as I come." Buffy had no idea why she wanted this, but she knew that what she asked for was what she needed from him.

When Buffy said those words, Spike lost the tight control over his demon. His face shifted. It erupted in forehead bumps, yellow demon eyes and vicious fangs. He continued to pump his hips as he held his unneeded breath.

Buffy stared up into the amber eyes of the creature joined to her in such a intimate way. She found herself caressing the more pronounced cheekbones, and new brow ridges, with fascination instead of fear. The Slayer part of her screamed to fight the creature above her. Instead she wanted give everything to him, as if she knew that it was meant to be.

Spike leaned into the hand that was caressed his face and purred. He smirked toothily when the Slayer tilted her head back and reexposed her neck to his demon. However, when he buried his face there, he noticed something. "You've been marked," Spike growled, "Marked by an Aurelian. The Master."

"He's dead, Spike." For some reason, Buffy wanted to reassure the vampire. "I staked his sorry ass a few months ago and ground his bones to dust just before you came to Sunnydale."

"Good, because you're mine," Spike spat through gritted teeth, daring her to protest. Spike could feel Buffy's walls flutter around his cock as he uttered those words. He licked her neck with his rough demon tongue.

"Now, William!" Buffy moaned and twitched beneath Spike. "Please!"

Spike sunk his teeth into Buffy's slender neck. Her powerful Slayer blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. He felt her tighten around his shaft as she came. Her teeth entering the hard muscle of his shoulder while she screamed, and she drew blood into her mouth. One more hard plunge into her hot body and he came, spilling his cool spending inside her. He tore his fangs away from her throat. "You are mine. We belong together. Eternity will never be enough."

Buffy stared at Spike with wide green eyes. There was no way she should have understood what he growled out at her, but deep within her came the knowledge. "I am yours. We belong together. Eternity will never be enough." Buffy smiled shyly at her new mate and affectionately rubbed her cheek across the bite mark on his shoulder.

"Tired, luv?" Spike asked as he rolled over on his back, settling the Slayer on his chest. He smiled at the mumble he got from her before she fell asleep, her head tucked into his neck. Good thing California's warm in October. Wouldn't want m'girl to get cold. Spike fell into a deep sleep. The next thing he knew the door of the warehouse was being opened ...

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September 25, 2001

... by the Scoobies.

The four of them spilled into the house on Revello Drive like a bundle of unruly puppies causing Buffy to flinch from the noise. She looked from Spike's face down to her damaged hands that he carefully cradled in his. His thumbs caressed the outsides of her wrists. When he tilted his head at the door, as if to indicate he was willing to leave, Buffy shook her head slightly and mouthed the word "Mine," at him.

"Is she here?" Willow asked.

"She's here," Anya announced.

"We didn't know where you were," Xander said.

"You ran away," Anya said.

"Buffy!" Willow cried.

"Are you okay?" Tara asked shyly.

The Scoobies moved in closer to Spike and Buffy, who had at that point had jumped to their feet. Buffy cringed at the noise and turned her body into Spike's. She hid her face against his shoulder. Spike's arm automatically went around Buffy's shoulder, and a look of disgust settled onto his features. Dawn moved to their side in Spuffy solidarity.

"You knew she was back?" Dawn's face showed her shock before a tight-lipped 'resolve face' settled into her features. "How did you know?"

"You're not a zombie, are you?" Anya asked bluntly getting an annoyed exclamation of her name from Xander.

"Are you in pain?" Willow asked at the same time as Xander began speaking.

"What are you doing here, Spike? Get away from her. You better not be starting your little obsession again." The rest of the room was surprised at how fast the stake appeared in Xander's hand.

"You will not touch Spike, Xander. He is mine. My mate," Buffy growled as she turned and faced her friends for the first time that evening, "He's been my mate for a very long time." She gripped Spike's hand tightly. "I won't let anyone take him away from me again."

"How long?" Dawn asked quietly. She was pretty sure that the little incident in the foyer was the first time the blonde couple had done anything like that before.

Buffy turned to her little sister and said just as quietly, "Since that first Halloween when we all turned into our costumes."