Summary:
Oh my god.
Once might have been excusable.
But twice?
Twice now, twice I’ve slept with Spike.
I repeat; Oh my god.
I’d gone to the crypt to try and find Dawnie. She’d taken to hanging with mister peroxide recently. I didn’t bother knocking, never do, just walked straight in.
I wouldn’t be doing that again anytime soon.
“Mind knocking next time, pet?” Spike asked in that annoying ‘I-don’t-mind-you-seeing-me-naked’ voice. Uh, yeah, he was butt-nekkid.
Don’t ask me why!
I think he just gets a kick out of it.
“Aw, jeez Spike, stick some clothes on!” I tried to turn my back, when that didn’t seem to be about to happen, I just engaged my eyes with the far wall.
Spike pulled his pants back on, muttering about having been disturbed during his ‘exercises’. Yeah, whatever.
“I just wanted to know if you’ve seen Dawn.” I asked, he didn’t reply, just gave me a blank stare, “Hello? Buffy’s out of her mind with worry.”
“What’s new? She needs to give the kid a break every now and then.”
Ah, so he knew something.
I gave him my you-know-something stare. A really intimidating stare.
Spike rolled his eyes.
“She’s at her mate’s house.” He finally said, rolling his eyes. “Now why don’t you just tell ole Spikey why you’re really here?”
I’m not scared of Spike.
Believe me.
He’s as harmless as a relatively docile hamster.
So why did it bother me when he closed the gap between us super-speedily?
Then he did that annoying little smile of his, I don’t like to categorise all his expressions and voice tones, but this smile said come and get me.
No kidding.
If I had raised my eyebrows any higher they’d have joined my hairline.
He had to be bluffing.
Suddenly, all I could imagine was the look on his face if I called his bluff.
I lowered my eyebrows, and then grinned suggestively. Anya would have got such a buzz out of that scene.
I swallowed my laugh though, when the vampire closed the last of the distance between us.
Uh-oh.
I was out of my depth here.
Then – oh my god! – He was kissing me!
The worst thing was that I told myself I didn’t know what was going on.
‘C’mon Harris, get a grip, you’re kissing Spike for god’s sake!’
Hang on, I was kissing him?
I’d say I was kissing him back ‘before I knew what was happening’ but I did know what was happening.
All purpose contingency excuse; he is using magical vampire charm powers on me, like that dude off the X-men.
Oh I really shouldn’t know that much about comic book characters.
I was starting to wish that Spike had put his shirt on; it might have stopped my hands stroking his fine chiselled manly chest…
The inside of my head was screaming at me get the hell out of there. But my dick was telling me otherwise.
Now there was some serious tongue action.
His hands were so cold, yet they seemed static; my skin prickled wherever he touched me. Those cold pale hands were trying to squirm their way under the waist-band of my pants.
Finally, with much grudgingness, I pulled my face away from those soft, yummy, chewy lips.
“Well, I’ve enjoyed our time, now I must be off.” I forced myself to turn and try to walk away.
I almost smiled when I felt him grab my arm.
“Just a bit more, pet. Then you can go home.” It didn’t take me much persuading.
His tongue was back in my mouth in an instant.
And his hands in my pants…
I broke off one last time, just to see his eyes – those perfect blue eyes – before the deed was as good as done. It was all I needed.
What I saw in his eyes was an unquestionable thirst.
Not the vampire-blood-thirst, but the thirst for me. A look I hadn’t had from Anya in months now. Spike really wanted me. Me. And I wanted him. I shoved his hands away and undid my own belt, pushing him with my lips slowly towards the far wall.
I briefly considered breaking away from the vampire to take my t-shirt off, but Spike settled that for me by ripping the fabric from my body.
He really wanted me.
We were both butt-naked by the time his back hit the wall, hands brushing all over each other.
“You need a hair-cut.” Spike pointed out, pushing my fringe out of my eyes. Then he suddenly dropped down to his knees. My hands slapped the wall as I leaned forward.
Wow, my dick in Spike the vampire’s mouth – now if that wasn’t asking for trouble…
He licked and sucked with all the expertise of a hundred year-old whore, which I suppose is what he is.
His hands gripped my thighs so tight that I suspected they might be bruised the next day.
Then, just as I was sure I was going to squirt spunk down his throat, he got up again.
“Bastard.” I panted.
Spike grabbed me by the throat, threw me to the floor of the crypt and came down on top of me. He gave me a few sweet moments of kissing, before he flipped me over.
“This will probably hurt.” He nibbled on my ear, “Nope, scrap that. This will definitely hurt.” But I didn’t care. The only sensations apparent to me were the weight of the body on my back, and the harsh, scraping floor under me, providing such little relief for my aching dick.
Oh but he wasn’t kidding when he said it would hurt.
Forget battle wounds, this was agony.
Fortunately it wasn’t long before he found my prostate, then a whole new feeling came over me.
He pressed his body down hard on mine, squeezing his hand down between the floor and me, to grab my rock-hard manhood.
After a few minutes of frantic thrusting and panting we were both done.
We lay together for a while after that. It wouldn’t be too hard to believe it was a hour, he was so tender, he helped me get up, offered to help me get home, though I declined.
He smiled a new smile, it almost said thank-you, but I figured that couldn’t be right.
That was the moment when it did all hit me.
The pain, the blobs of jizz on the ground, that smile.
“Oh shit.”
He looked concerned. That concerned expression had no place on Spike’s face, it did not suit him one bit.
“You okay, pet?” he asked, stepping toward me, was he going to try to comfort me?!
“I am not your ‘pet’.” I growled. I went for a dramatic exit, but the pain in my backside reduced it to a limp.
That was when I promised myself that it would never happen again.
End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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