Summary: Set in Season six prior to OMWF. Spike, Buffy, and
Dawn enjoy a little family time.
Author's Notes:
Written for Spikesdeb who wanted a Spuffy and Dawn family interaction.
I hope this is what she wanted. Betaed by Tasha
Chapter 4
Later, after several different bands of
demons had met their final
demise at the hands of Buffy Summers and William the Bloody, the Slayer
and the vampire found themselves standing outside of Spike’s crypt.
Spike once again gave Buffy’s entire body a leering gaze.
“What are you looking at, vampire?” Buffy demanded harshly. Her eyes
sparkled with amusement though, letting Spike know she was just playing.
“Still wonderin’ where that sixth stake is hidden.” Spike circled
around the Slayer. “You have it hidden pretty well.”
Buffy playfully licked her lips. She backed towards the door to the
crypt. “Why don’t we go inside and find out, baby?”
“Fine with me, pet.” Spike followed Buffy’s lead. Within seconds they
were inside with the door shutting the outside world away.
Buffy put one hand on the outside of her right leg, and she slid it up
until she exposed the garter at her hip that was keeping her stocking
up. Tucked inside the strip of fabric was the final stake. Buffy put
her hand on the hilt of the weapon and stood as if she were a
gunslinger. Her eyes took in the vampire’s excitement at seeing the
wooden stake and the expanse of barely covered flesh. Buffy’s gaze fell
on the collar that still adorned the vampire’s neck. “Did you know that
Dawn took that from my room?”
Spike arched an eyebrow. In all of his forays into the Slayer’s room,
not once had he ran across the strip of leather that he was now
wearing. “Do tell.”
“I got it on a dare while I still lived in Los Angeles actually.” Buffy
tilted her head. “It totally didn’t go with the whole cheerleader look,
let me tell you.”
“I bet it didn’t.” Spike shrugged off his duster. He wondered where
Buffy was going with this line of thought. He was actually turned on at
the thought of wearing the Slayer’s property. Hell, he was turned on at
the thought of being the Slayer’s property.
“Yeah, and now, looking at it against your pretty hide, I’m glad I kept
it.” Buffy tossed the feather boa onto Spike’s duster. Then, she stood
up straight with her feet apart and her breasts thrust out. “I remember
when I bought it. The clerk told me to make sure that whoever wore it
was completely and utterly devoted to me.”
“I am at your beck and call, Slayer,” Spike practically purred out
every word. He meant them from the bottom his undead and unbeating
heart.
The Slayer and the vampire gasped in surprise as magic swirled around
them. Buffy took a deep breath. “Woah, what the hell was that?”
“Where the bloody hell did you buy the thing, luv?” Spike asked in a
dazed voice. “I’ve never felt anything like it.” He really hoped that
Buffy meant what she said earlier because he had a feeling they weren’t
going to be able to back out of this situation easily.
“The other girls picked some little out of the way place,” Buffy
replied in an equally dazed voice. Her body always tingled in Spike’s
presence, but now her senses were practically going haywire. “I thought
the guy was just a bit weird. It was before I was the Slayer.”
“Buffy…” Spike started to speak slowly. “This kind of collar only works
if both parties are equally devoted to each other.” He took the leash
out of his duster pocket, and he moved a little closer. Then, he took
the hand of hers that wasn’t resting on the stake in his. Using his
thumb to clamp down on one end of the leash, Spike wrapped the band of
leather around Buffy’s arm again and again until it looked like a two
inch bracelet. He hooked the ends together. “If I’m Love’s Bitch, are
you Love?”
Buffy gazed at Spike in a daze. Words from her foray into the desert
echoed in her mind, and she spoke them out loud with reverence. “I am
full of love, but love is pain. I forge strength from pain. I must risk
the pain. Love is my nature, and it will bring me my gift. Love… give…
forgive…” Her hand cupped his cheek. “Death is my gift. Are you my
death, Spike?”
“I will be your Death, pet, if you’ll be my Love.”
Buffy looked up into Spike’s intense blue eyes. She had never seen
anyone look at her the way he was. No one had looked at her like she
was a goddess and their salvation wrapped up in one package. She nodded
mutely, her eyes fixed on the soft lips hovering just above her own.
“Can we just be kissing now?” she asked softly. Her fingertips brushed
against the leather band around his neck.
“Buffy,” the vampire breathed out in a whisper. Spike slowly lowered
his face to hers, and he covered her warm lips with his cool ones. He
tapped her bottom lip with his tongue, begging her for entrance into
her heated depths. Spike wanted to know if she tasted the same now as
she had two years before under Willow’s ‘Thy Will Be Done’ spell.
Buffy must have had the same idea, because she murmured against his
mouth in a husky voice, “Spike lips. Lips of Spike.” However, this
time, there was no disgust in the Slayer’s voice.
Spike cradled Buffy’s head in his hands while he ravaged her mouth. He
grunted in pleasure when she gripped the collar with one hand and used
the other to anchor herself to him with her fingers buried in the
fabric of his shirt. They stayed like that, kissing until Buffy had to
wrench herself away because breathing through her nose wasn’t allowing
enough oxygen in.
“Downstairs is more comfortable,” Spike said in a soft voice. “I made
it quite livable.” He hoped that Buffy would agree to enter his humble
abode. It might be a crypt, but he’d worked hard to make it nice enough
to have Dawn over when she needed to be.
Buffy bit into her bottom lip for a moment before she nodded. She
allowed Spike to lead her to the hole and ladder that would take her
down into the basement of the crypt. Buffy stood in the middle of the
room while she waited for Spike to light several candles with his Zippo
lighter. She looked around the room as each light revealed what the
vampire had done with the area.
A big four poster bed dominated the space. There were several lamps
around the room, and she knew he had electricity because of the fridge
on the upper level. Rugs made the floor warm and homey. Buffy decided
that Spike had done the best he could with what he had. She gave him a
small smile before she held a hand out to him. When Spike took Buffy’s
hand, she led him over to the bed.
“We’ll only go as far as you want, Love,” Spike whispered.
“Oh, I want to go very far tonight, Death,” Buffy replied with a small
smirk. She let go of Spike’s hand, and she reached up behind her neck
to unclip the back of the halter top. Then, she turned around to let
him untie the bow at the small of her back. Buffy slipped the garment
from her body.
Spike pushed Buffy’s hair aside to press open mouthed kisses across her
shoulders. He slipped his hands around to cup her firm breasts, and he
could feel her nipples harden against his palms. It delighted him that
Buffy not only wanted him, but her body was responding to his touch as
well.
Buffy leaned back against the lean, hard body behind her. She let her
head fall to the side to expose her neck to Spike’s ministrations. She
sighed in pleasure when his cool lips travelled up and down her neck.
Buffy mewled in pleasure when Spike nibbled at her pulse point with his
blunt teeth.
“Fuck, Buffy. I want you so much.” Spike rubbed his hard cock against
the tight, firm ass in front of him. “I’m tryin’ not to take you and
fuck you like a wild animal. You’re makin’ it so hard. I’ve held back
for so long to avoid being dust on your floor.”
“I can feel how hard it is for you,” Buffy teased. She wiggled her ass.
“I want you to fuck me, Spike. I don’t want you to hold back. I’m the
Slayer. It’s not like you’ll break me.”
“Bloody hell, pet. You just might break me though,” Spike groaned. He
gave a grunt of displeasure when Buffy turned around in his arms.
“You’ve already broken me from wanting anyone else.” His eyes fell to
her breasts while her hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
“You need to be naked, mister,” Buffy growled. “Off with the clothes,
slave boy, but leave the collar on. It’s sexy seeing it on your neck.”
“It’s magical, Slayer.” Spike grinned at the surprised look of glee
that crossed Buffy’s face. “I doubt I can take it off anyway.” He
lifted off shirt. “In a few days, everyone will know we belong to each
other.” Then he reached for his belt buckle. He chuckled when Buffy
licked her lips in eager anticipation as she eagerly watched his hands
undo his pants.
Buffy reached for the zipper on her skirt. Within seconds she stood
before Spike in nothing but her wispy silk underpants, her fishnet
stocking, and her boots. When she went to take off the boots, Spike’s
noise of protest stopped her. She could see the arousal in his eyes.
Looking down, Buffy could see that his eyes weren’t the only sign of
his excitement. The vampire’s cock was hard and lean. Buffy put out a
hand to touch it, stopping at the last second to look up into Spike’s
eyes.
“Touch me, Slayer. Please for God’s sake, just touch me.” Spike let out
a whimper when Buffy’s warm hand encircled his cock. He had always
suspected she would burn him, but up until that evening he had always
thought it would be with gasoline and a match. Petrol and fire had
nothing on the heated touch of her hand. Spike knew that once he slid
home inside her body that he’d go up in a blaze.
Buffy didn’t want to wait anymore. She had to know what it felt like to
have this man making love to her. Using Spike’s cock as a leash, she
pulled him towards the bed. She toppled onto the sheets, pulling him
down with her, and not letting go of the smooth organ in her hand.
Buffy adjusted him on top of her, and she pushed her panties aside as
she helped guide his shaft into her pussy.
Spike let out a moan of pleased contentment when he settled on top of
the Slayer’s body. He bent down to kiss her while she guided him to the
place he desired to be most. She was tight and hot. She was everything
he had imagined her to be and more. Her legs clenched around his hips,
and he could feel her boot heels digging into his flesh. The raspy
feeling of the fishnet stockings added to all the sensations. Spike
pumped into Buffy’s quim at a leisurely pace.
Buffy threw her head back, once again exposing her neck to the vampire.
She encircled his body with her arms and legs as his cock filled her
pussy to the point of being almost painful. He was by far the biggest
man she’d had sex with. His blunt teeth raking over her flesh gave her
ideas and fantasies that no Slayer should be having. Buffy wondered
what it would feel like to have Spike bite while she was convulsing
with orgasms.
Spike didn’t even consider biting Buffy until he felt the flutter of
her impending climax coincide with her burying her teeth in his neck.
He felt himself slip into game face, his fangs grazing her flesh. He
had almost expected her to wig out, but instead it seemed only to bring
her to her peak faster. As she orgasmed, Spike was surprised to hear
Buffy scream out the one word that he would have never expected from
her.
“Mine!” Buffy screamed. She knew there was nothing in this world that
was going to keep them apart now. Buffy felt her body go into a second
series of convulsions when Spike buried his fangs into the soft flesh
of her neck. Her fingers, wrapped in the hair at the nape of his neck,
tightened and pulled the strands hard.
After taking several long swallows of Buffy’s potent Slayer blood,
Spike uttered his own claim of ownership. “Mine.”
Together, the Slayer and the vampire answered their mates with a
resounding acceptance, “Yours.”
Spike’s cool semen spurted into Buffy’s warm womb. It felt like he came
forever, even though it only lasted for a few minutes. After a small
break, he once again started the leisurely pace he had done before. The
Slayer’s blood in his system helped his arousal and stamina in ways
that Buffy couldn’t fathom yet, but she would understand soon enough.
“Doesn’t that thing ever go down, Death?” Buffy asked in a breathless
voice. Her climb towards ecstasy started again almost immediately.
Spike leaned down to whisper in Buffy’s ear. “Never when I’m around
you, Love. Especially when I’ve had some of your blood. Slayer’s blood
is an aphrodisiac you know.”
Buffy’s answering giggle echoed through the crypt.
The End