Buffy was all kinds of exhausted by the time they made it to the outside of Giles’s door. Her belly was all achy and her legs and arms felt like hollow spaghetti. It made her giggle, only to be quickly hushed as a hard body found her back and she was reminded of the forbidden all over again. The little seductress in her liked the idea of being naughty—right outside Giles’s home. Being caught was a thrill all its own, and Buffy couldn’t help the shiver of excitement that Spike probably knew all about that kind of kink.
She was incapable of acting surprised when her skirt was lifted around her waist and she was bent forward, hands bracing hard on the doorframe as she was lifted a little and felt fullness again in the space of one hour. God, he never got enough. He was never soft, and it made the smile on her face wider and more carefree. And happy.
Buffy felt Spike snuggle into her back even as his cock slipped slowly back and forth, firm hands secure around her waist yet stroking gently. His lips were kissing her throat, tongue sliding delicately over her sweaty flesh as he hummed in her ear.
“I’ve never had a night like this before,” he confided softly, and that happiness factor jumped way high for Buffy. It gave her shivers, as did his cool breath as he sighed against her ear. Then she was turning her head and his lips were back where she didn’t realise they’d been so sorely missed.
He kissed her even as he slowly rocked his cock up and out of her, the sadistic bastard that still resided in his empty heart almost tempted to knock on the door so her watcher could get a good cold view of his slayer getting off with a vamp. Except the sadistic part of his bastard was gone completely in regards to her now. She’d let herself become his, and Spike had to protect her with everything he had in him—especially against himself.
He had to admit that having her felt good. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so curious about exploring such an experience. Not even when he was virginal William embarking on his deflowering with Dru. She’d not brought him this sensation of warmth, of gentle yet raw acceptance.
And yet, his natural cheekiness lay just under the surface, looking forward to the second they fell into the watcher’s view and he found out what she’d done. It was almost too much and Spike felt a giddy attack of giggles surging, his inner evil adding colour to the painting for maximum effect.
And so he guided her hand to her exposed pussy—well, exposed if someone were to open the door. Her fingers got busy and they groaned together, him feeling to his toes the way she tormented her own clit as his hand crept to her breast, tweaking a sensitive nipple almost beyond its endurance. The curve of her breast in his hand made him breathless, and he just couldn’t let this night end. He needed one of those time altering demons to make his last night in the world perfect. Because he wasn’t deluded. He knew once they all worked out what he’d tricked their girl into, he’d have many stakes with his name on it vying for the shortest route to his chest.
But then she drank from his lips and Spike was starting to feel the alarming possibility that he’d lost control of this. What he’d planned spontaneously to get him better treatment—and hey, no one ever said he was good at planning ahead—was slowly taking over his cock. Sure, she felt good surrounding him, felt good transferring her scent to him, felt good no matter bloody what if he was truthful, he’d still thought he’d be wearing the pants. Would be calling all the bleeding tunes. Warm slayer pussy had turned him on his head and left him arse over tit in lust with the misleading little chit.
And then she had to pull her lips away and say his name; whisper it against his swollen mouth as if she was starving for him. He knew exactly how she felt.
He was bloody drowning in five feet of Slayer and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it but be grateful he didn’t need to breathe.
She came quietly. A whimper against his cheek. And that was the little it took to confirm his worst fears. This claim might have started out and still be a convenience—an effort at self-bloody-preservation—but there was going to be more. He just had to make her realise it.
When he’d released all his hope inside of her, finally slipping out of her grasp, she turned to him with the most soporific, drunken smile and flung her arms around his neck. Her weight on him was delicious, and Spike felt the first ever shiver ruffle his vamp feathers. She nibbled on his chin, kissed along his jaw in a manner that was far from the sexy seductress he’d started the night with. Now he had an extremely satisfied woman in his arms, so content she could fall asleep from exhaustion with his come dripping down her thighs and a watcher at her back.
The throat clearing was the first jump into reality for the dazzled couple. Spike hadn’t realised his observation was so in the literal. He was too content getting lost as the Slayer smiled straight into his eyes, feeling the sensation of a thumping beat in his chest even if it wasn’t his heart.
“B-Buffy…h-how nice of you to bring Spike back at—“ He looked pointedly at his watch. “Four o’clock in the morning.”
The Slayer jumped as she swung back to face her watcher, the smile never faltering but being joined by a delighted giggle.
“Oopsy?” she offered even as she grabbed Spike’s hand and hauled him in the direction of the bathroom. “You go to bed, Giles. I’ll sort Spike out.”
The Watcher stood by, shocked out of his mind as he watched an unsteady slayer drag an amused and leering Spike to the back of his flat. Giles shook his head and vowed that he wouldn’t question anything that he’d just seen, convinced the earliness of the hour was playing havoc with his senses.
“Night, then,” he called hopefully, and then staggered back upstairs to his bed as the door to the bathroom slammed shut.
Buffy leaned against the door, her chest heaving as her eyes captured the surprised yet heated glance of her lover. And he was. He’d loved her with his body from the moment she’d taunted him at the table, then the dance floor. Buffy knew she was meant to chain him back in the tub; she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the night that had freed her heart finally from her past and her mistaken future was meant to now be at an end. Being swept away in the heat of Spike’s promise gave her a different slant on what was real, though. She was committed to protecting her friends from this monster, and yet she’d been treated to enough of his favour and gentleness to know that the threat was greatly reduced—whether he was tethered to the pipes or not.
Buffy swayed slightly as she stood and struggled with a decision. She felt completely smashed. Felt like she’d been slipped something a lot stronger than a horny vampire. He’d made her feel all kinds of things tonight—satisfied being way at the top of that list. And no matter what she did—even staring hard at the coiled chains on the smooth enamel of the tub—wasn’t enough to wipe the smile off her face. That playfulness that Spike had revealed seemed permanently on display, and Buffy felt a flush rush to her cheeks as she made that decision. As much as it should be, she wasn’t letting the night be over. Something prevented it. Something held her back from letting go of the vampire who’d sent her to soaring levels of lust all night.
She might not be able to let the night rest, but nobody told her she couldn’t play a little. Green eyes narrowed with determination as Buffy eyed a suddenly wary vampire.
“Okay, vampire,” she commanded, malicious glee twinkling in her eyes. “It’s back in the tub for you.”
He balked at the authority in her voice, the direction clashing with the purpose behind his action of claiming her.
“Not bloody—“
“Clothes off now,” she interrupted and what he’d been about to say came to a screaming halt in one of his brain passages as his hands set to shucking off his duster and removing the rest of his clothes. There was a thrill in the command, an expectation added in her first real glimpse at his whole body, and Spike relished the hunger that was racing across her face.
Buffy was fighting herself as each delicious inch of skin was revealed. And God, that thing that had been pumping her all the way to Heaven the whole night, was like a dream. His cock was beautiful, pale and smooth like a true precious artwork. And he was all hard for her, twitching and jerking while her eyes settled over him. He was making her perverted—and yet nothing felt wrong or out of place. She felt like this was how it was always going to be, that all the layers uncovered and finally revealed were the truths that Buffy had pushed into hiding about herself.
“In the tub.” Her voice was low and steely, and as much as Spike wanted to argue, his cock stood erect as he humbly ambled over to his confinement and crawled eagerly in. He barely had the chance to blink before Spike found himself once again the prisoner of the Watcher. And how in God’s bloody name did that happen?
The naked part of his predicament didn’t immediately register, but when it did, he gulped. Buffy was striding toward the door and panic finally kick-started in Spike’s lust addled brain.
“Oi, where the bleeding hell are you going?” He felt annoyed that the desperation was obvious to hear, but caught his breath anyway when Buffy turned back, a look of pure malicious amusement lighting up her face. Then she made a grand show of clicking the lock and turning back to him.
Green eyes hunted down blue, caught and held as she stripped slowly, sensually. The top was first, falling in a slinky wave down her chest and to the floor around her feet. Shoes were stepped out of as her hips wiggled in an excruciatingly slow pace, the fabric dropping merely an inch at a time. Spike didn’t know what to goggle at first, the swaying succulence of her boobs as they followed the movement of her hips and bounced ever so slightly, or the fall of her skirt as her battered pussy came into view.
Spike decided both were worthy of attention and he chanced a second or so before switching to the other, biting his lip so he didn’t yank the pipes out of Rupert’s bathroom and help the girl show him everything he’d missed so far.
Buffy closed her eyes and tipped her head back, shaking her hair free and wild as the skirt finally slumped on top of the top, leaving Buffy completely naked, golden and aroused to his gaze.
“I feel so icky,” she said, voice a husky whisper as fingers combed through her sweaty, tangled locks. “I so need a shower. You don’t mind, do you, Spikey?” Buffy almost slithered to the side of the tub, ignoring Spike’s wide-eyed frantic acquiescence, and turned on the faucets.
Her hands started to test the slickness of her body as she waited for the water to heat, the cold having no impact on Spike’s cock as it swelled and rose with urgency. Perfect nails scraped over pinkish nipples, her hands cupping the heaviness of her breasts as she began to wiggle uncomfortably.
“You know, Spike? I feel all sticky, but the dirtiest place is down here. It’s all kind of…wet, and slippery.” And Spike almost swallowed his tongue as fingers that had touched him so innocently on the face, had run through his hair to tease out the curls, was now running sensually over the protruding nub and delving into the mess of mixed cum coating her pussy lips and hair.
Spike’s mouth was watering so badly and he could feel the push of fangs. Now he knew why he’d submitted to her commands. He knew she’d not been planning to hurt him, but this act was bloody painful.
Somewhere way back in his mind, Spike felt the water temperature spare some warmth for his skin and then Buffy was stepping into the cold enamel depths, her legs spread on either side of his knees as she allowed the water to cascade over her body and soothe her skin. He had the clearest view of her ass and he wanted so badly to bite it that he found his fangs already bursting from his gums.
Before he pounced, Spike allowed his eyes to roam over her hips, his hands itching to touch as he went further up her back and then got lost with the fingers in her hair. She was totally wet; water streamed down her body and made her even more delectable. Spike’s fangs itched and he opened his mouth around a cocky smile, moving forward a little so as to embed himself in the flesh of her ass, when she turned suddenly and he was face deep in her pussy.
“Oh,” she sighed happily and he drowned in their combined scent. His fangs retracted, Spike far too interested in what other gems her body had to offer. “Thought you could help me get clean,” she suggested hopefully even as his nose was buried deep past her lips, rubbing stubbornly at her clit while his tongue licked her up.
Spike felt a rumble of satisfaction erupt from his throat, tickling her lips as his mouth sucked at them and made them swollen. He could hear the slap of Buffy’s hand against the wall as she tried to steady her weary frame. The urge was so deep now that he wasn’t surprised when she propped one foot up on the edge of the bath and he could put more of his face against her pussy, his cock pointing up and jittering almost hysterically as his wrists tugged uselessly at the chains she’d bound him with.
“Buffy,” he groaned up into her as his tongue tickled her inside. He swallowed some of their come and then chewed gently on her clit, his hands straining as one to touch. Her body was dropping, her hands parted with one planted firmly on the wall and the other clinging desperately to the hair of his head.
His mouth occupied one hole and his pointy finger found another. It was so easy, water and a soapy slayer body was his encouraging friend as he slipped a finger and then two up into the ass he wanted to bite. If he couldn’t own it with his fangs, then fingers would do for now. It tore a sound from her throat he’d never heard from her before.
“Oh…God. Spike?”
He glanced up, childishly proud of the fact that she’d lost control, had her head back and resting on the shower pole as she started to move subtly up and down on his face and finger. He could feel the tenseness each time his knuckle passed back into her body, and then when he squeezed in another, he gloried in her cry of intense pleasure.
“P-please.”
She was begging, and despite the claim, despite knowing that she was his now whether she knew and fought it or not, he had the Slayer begging him to make her come.
He slipped in a third finger, stretching her and making her moan and shudder. He actually felt the tingles of her pussy against his lips as her first climax vibrated through her, and then he felt the weakening, straining pulse of her body to keep up with the onslaught of heat.
“Tell me what you want,” he instructed indulgently, his cock almost piercing with pain at the need to touch something. Even he’d been flat out getting this much of a workout in one night, but of this chit, he could never get enough. And he’d promised to teach her all sorts of things this night.
Her answer was to have her knees give way and she was straddling him, his fingers buried deep inside her ass. She groaned, and it wasn’t in pain. When her eyes finally met his, lazy and almost crooked with satisfaction, she gave her butt a wiggle, giggling as her head fell forward and they bumped foreheads.
“That feel soooo bad,” she told him while still moving her ass in a circular motion against his fingers.
It was an opening too good to ignore and Spike leered with all his pent up evil big badness as he stuck his tongue between his teeth and contemplated her for willingness.
“I know something that would feel even badder, luv.”
She sucked in a surprised breath, and he knew she had caught onto what he’d planned—yet still she wanted to play at being the innocent little princess. Her little girl voice stoked his horniess to the roof. Made him so tense he felt he was going to dust.
“Nope,” she told him, popping the p and deflating his hopes just a little. “Nothing can possibly be as bad as this.” And still her slim little hips swirled and drove him half out of his mind.
Spike cocked his head to the side and watched her. A small shift in positioning, and he encouraged his cock to poke at his immersed fingers, revelling in her fake enlightened gasp.
“Y-you want to put that in there?” There was a slight hesitance in her voice, but underlying that Spike sensed a spark of excitement. And then a bottle of hair conditioner fell into his lap, that look of innocence locked onto him.
“I heard that something like this could help…make it not hurt as much.”
And Spike felt his cock swell to almost double his normal proportions. Bloody hell this girl got him hot. Like a raging fire that ripped through his whole body desperate to consume her.
“Oh, it’ll definitely do in a pinch, pet. But the true question is, do you want to watch?”
Her eyes were huge and he was half on his way to converting religion and praying to someone that she’d say yes.
“Yuhhuh,” she nodded her head frantically.
“Right then,” Spike said as he very slowly withdrew his fingers. He emptied a handful of the soft conditioner in his hand and made a point of making her watch him slide it up and down his cock. It felt so silky, despite the clank of the chains on the metal of the tub. He opened his mouth to ask, but before the words reached his lips Buffy had released him and was tossing the chains over the side.
She was breathing hard, leaning back slightly to watch and then gasping as his slippery fingers smoothed some of the heavy liquid over her puckered hole.
“You ready, sweets?”
The nod this time was a little less desperate but more than a bit nervous. Spike’s hands caught her hips and brought her back over him, nothing forcing him to hold his distance as he positioned her over his cock, letting the bulging head rub against the place he was desperate to gain clearance for.
Buffy curled her arms around his neck, inclining her head once before resting her lips against his and dropping the pressure of her ass a little heavily on his rigid flesh.
“I’m ready, Spike.”
He got a rush from how much she trusted him. It added to those feelings of before, the ones that trembled around his dead heart as he slowly encouraged her hole apart and dipped his head into her.
Buffy moaned as she could feel her body stretch in places she’d never had to stretch this far before. She’d always thought it would be gross, and while she wasn’t totally naïve and knew that plenty of girls found this kind of thing satisfying, she was more than convinced it wouldn’t ever be for her. So how come one night with Spike had her throwing all inhibitions to the wind and letting her ass fill with his cock? His thick, hard, gorgeous and highly motivating cock?
All thoughts of sorting out her motivations seemed too far on the not important list and as she felt him reach the extent of where her body could let him go, Buffy groaned so loud and animal like she felt sure Giles would have heard her from all the way upstairs. And what was more, as long as Spike moved her body up and down on his flesh, she was so far from caring.
Spike nudged her back and her body drifted back under the full spray of the water, reminding her finally that the hard pelting rain on her body was all kinds of sexy and sensual. Her open mouth filled with water and Buffy spat it out like a fountain as Spike pushed himself back inside her. She craned her neck to the side to get out of the way of the spray and to breathe, feeling every part of her body tense and ready for some kind of meltdown. Spike’s pace sped up as Buffy moaned loudly, the sounds drawn out as much as the muscles of her hole held onto him.
Energy surged in his balls and Spike couldn’t help but position himself on his knees the better to drive into her, and found himself in the perfect position to pinch her nipples. As his hands curled around her hips, allowing him to piston into her and fuck her ass hard and passionately, his face ridged and his fangs fell.
Spike fell back on his haunches, dragging her body along with him, and as the new position pushed him in deep, he howled and came the same time as her neck fell into alignment with his mouth. He bit her as he shot inside her, relishing her scream as he replenished his depleted reserves with her blood. She tasted so good, felt so good. She was magnificent—beyond even his wildest fantasies.
And she was his.
The water was drumming them cold when they both came to at the sound of Giles pounding on the bathroom door. Spike grinned as the Slayer moaned softly, completely exhausted from her night of wild sex. He gently licked up the small spill of blood from his marks, and was slowly working towards removing his cock from her luscious ass when the door slammed into the wall and a dishevelled Giles fell to the floor.
“What the bloody hell are you doing to Buffy?” the Watcher bellowed and then fainted as Buffy rose in her naked glory and tenderly lifted herself off vampire cock.
The Slayer looked at her apparently broken watcher lying on the floor, and smiled shyly at Spike.
“Oops?”
“He’s a Brit, luv. Should bleeding well know better than to go barging into rooms with a lock on the door.”
Buffy beamed tiredly, struggling to think clearly about her normal day to day life even as she turned off the faucet before snuggling into Spike’s chest, her body still wet but enormously satisfied and exhausted.
“Hmmm, wake me up in about an hour. Buffy needs a bit of the sleep,” she mumbled and in seconds Spike sensed she was out like a light. Spike just hoped her body covered enough of his chest that Rupert wouldn’t try to off him while he slept.
Arms full of Buffy, his body thrumming with hope and her blood, Spike surrendered himself to the promise of what would come in an hour.
He hadn’t been let down yet.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Slight warning--Buffy is branching out in the old experience here--beware of mysteriously appearing bottles of conditioner and wandering appendages.