Every Little Bit Hurts
By: Schehrezade

Rating: NC-17 

Warning: Extreme Language, Character Death, Rape/Attempted, Sexual Situations, Violence

Feedback: Craved in the most unbecoming manner: Schehrezade_1@hotmail.com
 

I want to thank my wonderful beta megan_peta for her hard work and patience. *massive hug*

Warning: There are scenes of non-con sex in a this chapter - it may read as harsh but there is a reason for it being included, which will be revealed in later chapters. The rest of the chapter is pure Spuffy smut as I realised that recently I haven't written anything vaguely naughty recently - so I couldn't resist.

Ohh and I have finished Welcome To the Hellmouth? finally! It's being betaed so keep your eyes peeled for the ending.


Chapter 7

"Seriously, did you ever think he would be a booze hound?" Buffy blinked up at Spike as they headed into the darkened cemetery. She was focusing on the wreck that was her Watcher rather than letting herself think about anything else. Her mind shied away from Willow and her horrific fate; she felt sick to her stomach. But there was nothing she could say or do to make Tara feel better. Not now, but maybe later once she'd had a rest and thought about it. The memory of the angry face of the once gentle Wiccan wounded her so deeply. Tara was so damaged and it was all so wrong. She wished she could change it all, but then realised that it wasn't something she could fix. So instead she focused on Giles. She couldn't believe the change and the guilt began to pile on her already burdened shoulders.

"He stunk like I used to after a three week bender," Spike replied noncommittally. He'd wasn't about to mention the nights of boozing and bonding over bands that he doubted Buffy have ever even heard of. Somehow those rare nights had developed some type of camaraderie between them that he wasn't too keen to examine closely. He suspected most of it was due to the dual desire of keeping the golden girl staring up at him with sea green eyes alive than a fine appreciation of a good scotch and Eric Clapton's early oeuvre.

Guilt coloured the same eyes he was admiring and before she could say a word he placed a finger over her lips and shook his head at her.

"No, don't say it; Watcher Boy makes his own choices and if he reaches for a bottle then it's his fault, not yours."

"But—"

"No." Spike wasn't wavering on this point; there was enough for her to contend with without adding the guilt of her ex-watcher's stupendous fall into a bottle of 100% proof. The hour spent scraping the blood-soaked git up off his own shop floor and bundling him into the training room and patching him up had been trying on all their nerves, let alone hers, and the guilt simmering in the green depths of her eyes had been gnawing at him. It had been a welcome relief when the curly haired Watcher girl had offered to watch over Rupes and suggested making it a night. By then it had been too late to visit their graves, sunrise was rapidly approaching. Both of them had talked and agreed that they would go and visit Dawn and her mother at sunset the next day. So they headed back to their hotel to rest and recover from all the revelations so far.

Spike reached into his duster and pulled out the swipe card for their room and fumbled with the locking mechanism. "Never heard of a sodding key...posing wankers," he muttered under his breath as he jiggled the card and refrained from kicking the door in. It was early morning and he didn't think the other guests in the hotel would appreciate the noise-- and frankly, he didn't want the attention.

"Let me, Mr Potty Mouth." Buffy snagged the card and with a deft swipe had the door to their room open. Before she could step in, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the darkened room, his mouth hard and demanding as he kissed her. Buffy twined her arms around his neck, her fingers busy in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. Her mouth was soft and pliant as she suckled on his lower lip catching it with her teeth and giving the firm flesh a gentle nip.

"Need you," he gasped against her neck as he gave her throbbing pulse point a long and languorous lick.
Hands were hard and hot against the other as they started to strip each other, fingers fumbling over buttons and zippers as they kissed over and over. Buffy growled at his shirt and ripped it open, her mouth intent on his chest, soft sucking bites as she travelled across the rippling muscles unerringly to his flat nipples. She teased them with her lips and teeth, biting and sucking until he was a gasping mess, his cock aching to bury itself in her tight wetness as he rocked against her with a purr.

"Lights. I want to see you." Spike pulled away, his chest heaving unnecessarily as he staggered away from her grasping hands and fumbled for the lamp base on the bedside table. The warm glow of light filled the room, illuminating her radiant beauty to his greedy gaze. He flipped his silk shirt off his shoulders and let it slide to the floor, then he hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and gave her his patented tongue curl. "Take off your skirt, Slayer. Let me see you."

The chocolaty timbre of his voice caused her pupils to dilate. Buffy licked her swollen lips and reached up and pulled her hair loose from the ribbon she's used to tie it off her face. With a sensuous smile she trailed her fingers over her breasts, her fingertips teasing her puckered nipples as she toyed with them momentarily. Her eyes clouded with passion as her hips undulated with each gentle pull on her nubs.

"Rotten little tease. Now get your knickers off, pet." Spike pulled the buttons apart on his jeans and let them ride low on his hips. A fine trail of brown hair ran down his ridged abdomen and disappeared into the opening. He was the image of pure debauchery and incipient lust as his eyes darkened to a deep blue.

"Who me? A tease! Look whose talking." Buffy grinned and shook her hair around her shoulders as her hands trailed down to the zipper and loosened her skirt to let it pool at her feet. The nearly naked blonde stood there clad in a pair of wispy white lace panties and a coy smile. She crooked a finger at him and stepped and onto the bed.
"God, you are just so perfect...a sodding goddess, you are," he breathed and stepped forward, arms wrapping around her and pulling her to his hungry mouth. She tasted like liquid heaven; his tongue and mouth covered her stomach as he lapped at her damp skin. Spike moaned against her bellybutton as he inhaled her scent: lavender and sin – his favourite. Spike's hands clasped hold of her backside, each rounded globe firm under his clutching hands as they kneaded and rubbed the soft skin. Buffy tangled her hands in his hair, her fingers pulling and tugging on the curls as she threw her head back and sighed before looking down entranced at his blissful face.

"Spiiiike," she shrieked as he nuzzled against her soaked folds and pressed open mouth kisses on her lace covered mound. "Gahh..." Buffy whimpered and rocked her hips forward as he tore her panties off and ran his tongue along her slippery cleft, gathering the fluids that poured from her opening. Attaching his mouth to her swollen clit, he sucked hard and then laughed against Buffy's soft curls as her legs buckled and she fell backwards with a groan and a happy whimper.

Kneeling back he watched as she fell, her hips curled upwards and her legs falling open, offering herself to his greedy gaze. Spike licked his lips and stared down at his girl as she lay their indolently waiting for him. Her eyes closed as her fingers moved down to the juncture of her thighs. He loved watching her do this; her pink folds were plump and swollen with desire, a desire that was just for him. Spike licked his lips hungrily, already tasting her in his mind's eye.

"Use your fingers, pet. Get yourself ready for me." His voice was husky and deep as he stood fluidly, stripped his jeans off and reached for his erection. She smirked and let her index finger tease her clit, circling it and pressing against it. Small whimpers escaped her open mouth as her hips churned upwards and she spread her legs as far as she could.

"That's it, Buffy. Slide them in, let me see you...Christ," he trailed off with a strangled gasp as Buffy slipped two fingers into her opening and began to pump them in and out. Her other hand was busy pulling and tweaking her erect nipples, teasing them even harder. Her eyes squeezed shut as she called out for him, his name a breathy whisper amongst her whimpers and gasps. Spike sank to his knees on the edge of the bed, his eyes riveted to the sensual sight before him and tried not to envy her fingers for being where he craved to be.

"Spike, please." She reached up with her free hand and gestured for him to cover her. Her legs splayed further apart, the muscles in her thighs flexing and relaxing. She offered him an even more erotic sight as she spread her fingers, opening herself up. Her pink depths saturated with her excitement as her heady fragrance toyed with his senses and intoxicated him.

"God," he choked out and pumped his aching cock in time to the movements of her busy fingers. His eyes glazed over as her foot rose and her toes pressed against his balls and wriggled. "Love, please," he begged as his cock jerked against his stomach with each press of her pretty pink toes.

Buffy opened her eyes and pouted up at him and pulled her fingers from her soaked opening, offering them to his hungry mouth. "Taste," she whispered with a sly smile.

Spike gave her a wicked grin and sucked her fingers into his mouth and then threw her hand away from his lips. The pent up hunger and desire started to escape Spike's iron grip and his eyes flashed gold as his demon surged in and out of control.

"Put your hands over your head and leave them there," he growled and then fell between her legs. His mouth latching onto her inner thigh and he vamped out, letting his fangs slid into the buttery soft flesh and then pulled out. Buffy jerked hard against his mouth as he let the blood seep from the pinprick wounds his fangs had left in her golden skin. Using his tongue, he trailed the blood over her skin and up onto her cleft, mingling the crimson fluid with her juices. He purred happily and feasted on her warm softness. His fingers became busy pumping in and out of her, curving upwards and pressing against her inner walls, unerringly seeking out her pleasure points with practised ease.

"Oh my." Buffy curled one leg around his shoulders and cradled him against her as he brought her to orgasm over and over. Sweat poured off her as she screamed herself hoarse with pleasure, her grasp on his ears hard as she tried to anchor herself in the maelstrom of pleasure he was evoking in her body. Spikes finally relented and with one last lusty suckle on her reddened and over sensitised clit, he slid up to kiss her heaving abdomen. He rubbed his aching cock against her soaked inner thigh, drunk on her blood and juices. His pupils had dilated and turned his eyes coal black with passion.

"Spike, I need you. Kiss me." She tugged on his mussed hair and pulled her vampire up her limp satiated body.

"Yes, dear," he smirked and stole her lips in a passionate kiss that recharged her energy. Buffy slinked her hand down between them and grabbed hold of his engorged erection and gave it a hearty pump before guiding it to her pulsing opening.

Whispered words of love and devotion filled the room as he sank in with a contented moan.

The room was filled with whispered words of devotion and moans of bliss as they moved together towards nirvana.

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Willow rolled her eyes and yawned as the latest of his stinking minions pushed into her and jerked his hips back and forth for a minute before emptying himself into her unresponsive depths with a happy groan. He sank his fangs into one of her breasts and tore the skin as he sloppily fed on her; she tried to remain conscious, not having any blood to spare. Her latest partner pulled out of her channel and then rubbed his fingers into his cum and massaged it into her dry lower lips. His fangs were still sunk deep in her breast as he tore at her pale freckled flesh with a delighted snarl.

"God, she's still so tight down there. You'd think after so many guys that—" he muttered as he stood, his limp cock hanging flaccidly over the elastic of his tracksuit bottoms as he looked down at her red curl covered mound.
She shifted slightly, her chains rattling as she tried to get comfortable. The hard stone floor was unrelenting against her cold flesh. Willow pulled her legs closed once he'd moved away from her with a shout of success, tugging up his tracksuit pants and high fiving one of his buddies who had already used her earlier in the evening. The small room filled with their chants and crude jokes at her expense; if she'd had a soul, Willow might've been hurt by them. But she didn't – so who cared what they did to her body. Her former school buddies-- all members of the baseball team who'd spent years taunting her geekhood-- were now crowding around her pulling straws to see who would have her next.

She shifted slightly and tested the strength of the chains that bound her to the wall. Willow sighed; she was bored and wanted something to eat. Instead she was stuck here entertaining the boys for him, her lips curled with hatred. Ever since he turned her he'd kept her hungry and reliant on him. She suspected that also he'd made her into a weak vampire. Possibly because he had no clue as to what to do, but she was working out from the latest batch of idiots he'd sent down to have fun with her body that he was starting to get a clue about how to turn a person. They were getting stronger if the bruises were anything to go by.

The redhead curled up into a tight ball and closed her eyes, a look of discontent marring her delicate features. Her naked body was littered with bite marks fresh and half-healed. Bruises decorated her hips, backside and neck where she'd been pinned down and used. Her game face was a permanent fixture as she was constantly famished, kept hidden away from the Slayer's friends and starved to keep her docile and agreeable. They had all learned the hard way that if she was left to her own devices she drank indiscriminately and then turned her magicks on her own kind. The last time she'd escaped it had taken over thirty vampires armed with tazers to bring her down. Ever since then she had been chained like a dog in the cellar and fed once a week. It was all about control – his especially.

"Maaan she's a lightweight, no stamina. Now that cheerleader, god what was her name? She could go for hours and could suck chrome off a bumper – Harmony. That was it, Harmony." Her last fuck buddy nudged one of his friends and rolled his eyes at her huddled form, his face distorted with his game face. He was too newly risen to have learned control and his master had no interest in teaching him. Instead, he moved on to turn the next victim he got his fangs into, intent on creating an army of minions to secure his dominance over the town.

"Yeah, she is a disappointment, my little redheaded pet. When I fucked the life outta her I kinda hoped her magics would transfer over like the other one. Cos her sexual prowess – bit of a non-starter. Guess she really is only into girls like she says."

The minions all grovelled at their master, all ideas of who had her next gone as he walked into the basement and regarded Willow without any expression on his face. His bright green eyes simmered with anger and power, untapped so far as he still hadn't learned the extent of the powers he'd stolen from the Slayer's kid sister.

He had been a fledge himself, only just rising in the morgue and his first meal had been Dawn and somehow her powers had been transferred to him. The vampire had no idea what he contained, only that it seemed like he was undustable if his previous experience at the hands of the bleached vampire were anything to go by. Other than that, he had no clue about why he was different; all he knew was that other vamps either avoided him or were scared of him.

"Clean her up. I don't like sloppy sevenths. Bring her to my rooms," he ordered as he spun on his heel and left the dank basement.

"Make sure to put her collar on her with the leash. I like it when she's my puppy."

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Buffy curled against Spike's side with a contented sigh. He stretched and then pulled her onto his chest and tucked her head under his chin with a happy purr. The two blonds were wrung out and satiated from their lovemaking and happy to bask in the afterglow.

"You okay?" he whispered into her hair.

"Kinda."

"Bit different back here, innit?"

"That would be yeah with a capital Y," she sighed.

"Curly seems to be okay for a Watcher chit. Wonder where she got the war wound?" Spike reached over and grabbed his cigarettes, lit one and puffed on it absently. His mind began ticking over all the events of the evening and the changes were surprising. He still wondered how safe he was with this new bunch of bruisers sent over by the Council. He liked the chit, she seemed to have a clue about what protecting the Hellmouth was all about. And if that limp was anything to go by, she'd had first hand experience of causing mayhem.

"Still processing the whole Watchers helping out thing here on the Hellmouth. Am more weirded out by the fact Travers didn't sicc his buddies on me and hunt me down. Instead he sends them here to patrol." Buffy lapped at his throat with a throaty giggle as she twined her legs with his. "Last time I saw them they were chasing Faith off a roof after chaining me up in a van here in Sunnydale. That came out weird, didn't it? They were here for Faith, Faith did the switchy thingie I told you about and they thought I was her." Buffy took a breath. "Then in L.A the whole Angel thing and then the roof."

Spike nodded. He had heard all this before and had already vented all his anger over his girl's treatment at the hands of the Council of Utter Wankers. Well, most of it. He was sure he could dredge up a few snarls to keep 'em on their toes.

"Bit surprised by the nice version of the whelp, seems like he's growed up into a nice puppy." He smoothly changed the subject before he got pissed off and had to go and bite one of the goons that worked for the Council. He didn't fancy the taste of any of them, probably filled with steroids and other rank stuff.

"And engaged – that is all kinds of awesome." A smiled wreathed her passion swollen lips as she remembered the looks of happiness in both of their eyes as they showed off Anya's ring.

"Yeah, thought he'd scarper from the bint as soon as she started thinking about orange blossom and centrepieces."

Buffy giggled and shook her head. "Don't say anything, but me too."

They both avoided mentioning Tara, Willow and Giles, not wanting to open that can of angst just yet.

"I won't, pet. Now sleep, need to keep your strength up." He stubbed out his cigarette and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

"Love you, Spike."

"Love you too, Slayer."



To Be Continued...


A/N I am sorry for the delay in posting but ficathons and other WIPs took over - I have a huge soft spot for this fic and more is coming soon. I have to finish my seasonal_spuffy fic and then I can get back to writing more on my much neglected WIPs.

I do hope everyone enjoyed the Spuffy smut and that the segement with Willow wasn't too horrific? There is reasoning for this treatment - it's a set up for events that will occur towards the end of the fic - yes the end! I do have an outline and I will stick to it damn it *grins*.