Replacement by sus

Author: sus
Summary: They were meant to be. The council thought they knew better than The Powers, as well as her friends. An enemy from the future changes the past.
Author's Note:
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations


Chapter 41: Replacement

Xander, Willow and Angel had waited for Buffy to come out of The Bronze. They were hoping to catch her alone, but if Spike was still with her, they were prepared to deal with him.

When the manager closed and locked the door to the club, they knew that Buffy and Spike had eluded them somehow.

The stake Xander had been holding ready for Spike was pocketed, as he bent down and helped Willow up. She had tried to catch a little sleep while they waited for Buffy to come out. Together they went around the building to meet Angel, who was waiting at the front entrance.

"Have you seen them?" Xander asked Angel, his bad mood showing.

"They must have snuck out somehow." Angel sadly shook his head. "He’ll kill her. That's what he does; he kills slayers."

"Can’t you use that nose of yours and lead us to him?" He pulled out his stake, playing around with it and staking an invisible enemy.

"There's been no sight or smell of him. Spike seems to have vanished into thin air. I've been on the alert for him since we stepped out of the Bronze."

Though clearly exhausted, Willow spoke up, "A spell." She reached out to lean on the wall. "The books and everything else we would need are in the library."

"And there is nobody to interrupt us. The school is closed. We can get in through the tunnels to the library." Angel walked in the direction of the school. Xander and Willow followed at a slower pace.

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"Hey, what’s happening?"

Buffy tightened her arm around his waist. "It’s okay, honey, I know where we are." She squinted her eyes and looked into the fog.

Spike turned her to stand before him. "Mind telling me?" His hands rested on her shoulders.

She smiled and kissed him, both arms still around his waist. "The Powers wants to talk with us."

"If they want to talk, where the hell are they?"

"He has spirit. I like him."

"Not bad looking either."

They both turned to where the voices came from.

"We work for The Powers That Be. We bid you welcome to this realm, Eternal Ones, Judges on Earth." The couple in Grecian robes looked at each other, communicating without words. "For now."

"Thank you. It's been a while since I was here last." Buffy looked the blue and golden beings over, her voice bland.

Spike had noticed Buffy’s tone of voice. There didn’t seem to be much love lost between his mate and the beings confronting them now. "What do you mean `For now´?"

"That is why you have been brought here. Your life is full of possibilities, but it is up to you to choose your own path,” the male said. "Would you please join me for a view of the future, Mr. Pratt?"

"We get to see what the future holds for us?" Spike asked with a big grin as he moved towards the male, careful to keep an arm around Buffy. He stopped, surprised, when she didn’t move with him. "Buffy?"

"This is just for you. I’ll wait here. Go." A quick kiss on the cheek and she pushed him away from her.

The male clasped Spike's arm and the place they were in swiftly morphed into a big room. The only things in the large hall, were two chairs, placed on a platform at the end of the room. Then, two previously unnoticed doors opposite the chairs opened inwards, and the room began to fill with humans and demons, chatting among each other.

Suddenly, an invisible wave spread through the crowd, with people bowing their heads and moving to make a path from the doors to the chairs. The crowd seemed to hold still in silence, patiently waiting for something that Spike could not see. He craned his neck above the crowd, trying to find the cause of this strange behavior. What he saw wasn’t something he had expected. He saw Buffy and himself walk through the crowd, and sit down in the chairs.

"This is what you are: Judges." The Oracle took Spike's arm again, and they moved on to another place in time.

Spike was getting dizzy, after moving through several places in time. He wanted them all, not only for himself, but for Buffy.

"You said it was up to me. How? What can I do to make it come true, please?" he asked, tears clouding his vision. Spike would do anything, even beg.

"You’ll have to feed off your mate."

Spike was shaking his head. "No, no I can’t do that. With time, it will kill her. Sometimes I have to drain two or three a night to get enough blood to calm my demon's hunger."

The being placed a sooting hand on his shoulder. "Her blood is magical, a few mouthfuls taken during pleasure each day will do, through more would be better."

"You claim that I can survive on two mouthfuls of blood from my mate?"

"I do. Your mate is special, and even if you do drain her almost dry, she’ll live on. Just remember, her blood and nothing else for survival."

"She’ll never allow it."

"You’ll be surprised by what lengths your mate is willing to go for you." With that they were back in the first room, where Spike had started his journey.

Buffy and the female were sitting at a table drinking tea. When Spike entered the room, Buffy got up, moving to take him in her arms, and checking him over. "Are you okay?"

Spike's arms went around her, holding her tight. With his face in her throat, he inhaled deeply. "Yeah, I’m fine. You?"

"I’m good, now that you’re back." She tightened her arms around his waist. A human would have found it painful, but Spike enjoyed it.

"Will you do it?" she asked, whispering, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

Spike pulled Buffy out a bit from his body, wanting to see her eyes. "Do you know what they showed me?"

She nodded.

He swallowed, before he asked, "Do you want it?"

"All of it," Buffy said, nodding her head, wanting to make sure Spike got it.

"You’ll let me feed off you?"

Again she nodded. "I will. As much as you want."

Spike looked at her with astonishment.

Buffy moved her hands up and down his back. "I enjoy your bite," she confessed, blushing heavily.

"Is that right," he teased, tongue behind his teeth, eyes darkening.

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The next day in the library, Giles was met by a tired group that hadn’t closed an eye all night. "What’s going on here?"

"We're trying to find Buffy. She disappeared from the Bronze last night." Willow returned to her book.

"She’s probably dead," Xander commented, as he shoved a donut into his mouth.

"It’s her own fault. I did warn her," Angel grumbled.

"She’s probably at home."

"I've checked." Angel kept his nose in the book he was looking through. "Her room was empty."

"Why did you have to upset Joyce?" Giles’ gaze was angry.

"I didn’t. I looked through her window." If vampires could blush, he would have. Instead he hid his face in the book he was holding.

"I see. Playing peeping Tom again?"

"Does it matter how he knows? Buffy is not at home, and my spells haven’t been able to track her." Willow was getting agitated. She needed sleep, badly. "You could do the spell. Maybe I’m too tired to get it to work." She looked pleading up at him.

Giles walked across the floor in a swift motion, took the book out of Willow’s hands and closed it with a loud bang. "I said no magic."

Willow jumped in her seat and looked up into Giles’ cold eyes. "I have to save her. Spike might torture Buffy or even turn her."

"Let me make a call." Giles took the book with him when he walked into his office and closed the door. A few minutes later he reappeared. "Buffy is fine. Clean up before you leave." He gave the book back to Willow. "There will be consequences for your untrained use of magic." Giles informed Willow coldly. "Be on time for your classes." Without another word he turned his back to them, walked into his office, and closed the door, ignoring their questions.

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When Buffy and Spike woke up, they were still intimately connected. As their eyes met, it was easy to see their desire leap from slow-burning ember to roaring flames demanding action on their part. There was no hesitation as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Slowly, Spike moved his pelvis around in subtle circles, causing them both to groan at the feeling. The stimulation on Buffy's clit was rapidly building her up to an incredible orgasm.

Spike grit his teeth, feeling like a schoolboy trying to hold back his load.

It didn't take long before they were pounding into each other, Buffy's legs slung over Spike's back, her finger twisted into his hair. Buffy was relentless, searching for Spike's mouth like he was her sole source of oxygen in the room.

Spike kissed her back with the same craving. They couldn’t get enough of each other, couldn’t get close enough.

They renewed their claim as they came together. After licking his claim mark closed, Spike turned onto his back, pulling Buffy with him. He didn’t part from her warm canal, her blood keeping him erect inside her.

Buffy moved slightly around on top of him, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Spike was so large, that she had to really relax and let her legs fall wide open. She could have moved off him, but she wanted to be as close to him as possible.

The morning came. For a moment Buffy thought it all had been a dream, but then she felt Spike inside of her. She smiled in bliss. After a long loving gaze at Spike, Buffy closed her eyes and just enjoyed being close to her mate. She snuggled into him and breathed in his scent.

Spike’s chest was vibrating under her. When Buffy felt the small shaking, she became confused and shifted to look up at his face. Spike seemed to be asleep. A watery smiled graced her face as she lay her head down again. Spike's demon was purring. In his sleep, the contented vampire tightened his arms around her.

Sometime later, it could have been five minutes or five hours, Buffy woke again. Her body was on the brink of an orgasm. In her dream Spike had been going down on her, pushing her around the bend and back again. Lonely for him, she reached out, only to discover that Spike wasn’t beside her. Confused, she opened her eyes.

Buffy shrieked as she felt a rough tongue slowly teasing her clit. With her upper body resting on her elbows, she looked down between her thighs. There he was, her mate, his lips glistening with her juices. With a mischievous smile, Spike leaned down and gave Buffy's clit a lick, keeping his eyes on her.

He kept on teasing her with light strokes, not giving Buffy what she wanted. She was thrusting her pelvis into his face, trying to force him to put pressure on her clit, to push her over the brink. Her voice rose in the quiet of the bedroom, as she begged Spike to end her torment.

The pleading didn’t get her far. When she finally took a firm hold on his hair, holding him to her pussy and demanding that he finish her, he took pity on his crazed mate. It didn’t take much for Spike to bring her over. As he did, he thanked his lucky stars that he didn’t need to breathe. Her tights were squeezing so tight around his ears that she would have crushed his skull, had he been human.

When Buffy finally relaxed, Spike crawled up her body and sank into her warm canal. The invasion made Buffy cum again, her pussy convulsing around his cock. He was moaned into her neck, holding her tight, as they rode it out.

"Oh God, to have this every night.... it’s heaven." Buffy wrapped her legs over the small of Spike's back and crossed them.

Spike chuckled into her neck, before he started to lick the mark that showed the world she belonged to him.

"Ooh God, what..?" Buffy closed her eyes in ecstasy. His licks surged directly to her womb, setting off mini orgasms.

When she finally returned to earth and was able to focus again, Buffy met Spike’s twinkling blue eyes. His knowing smirk was met by a lazy one from her. Her hands grabbed his head, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him once again.

The movement of Spike's hips remained slow and shallow, not changing until he neared his own end. No longer soft and easy, Spike altered his angel of penetration and presses his pubic bone into Buffy's clit with each move. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold of his release for long, but he was determined that Buffy would fall at least once more before he went over himself.

When Buffy fell apart this time, she was determined to bring Spike along for the ride, Roughly, she turned his head, and then, fast as a snake, she bit him and kept on licking her mark. Buffy discovered it had the same effect on him, as it had on her. After the first orgasm, he kept on spurting in small eruptions, one after the other, until he passed out.

Bending her head, Buffy could just reach far enough to place a kiss on his nose, before she turned them both to the side. His head tumbled down on her arm. Buffy forced a leg between his knees and placed his arm around her waist, and then she smiled and closed her eyes.