Service Unit

Chapter Thirty Seven – Property

Spike didn't have to be told twice. He was across the room and up on the bed with the head of his cock teasing her entrance before she could blink. He hooked her left leg over his shoulder then slid slowly into her. God, she was tight. His eyes rolled up into his head as her walls closed around him, molding to him like a custom-fit silken glove. He'd never get tired of this feeling, no matter how long he lived. She was his perfect place, his heaven, and she always would be.

He pulled back then started up a slow rhythm, driving deep into her and, of course, doing that little twist of his hips on the down stroke. It was a lot more enjoyable this time without the blinding abdominal pain, and he was thankful he'd already climaxed. Even with the small bit of Service Unit compulsion still lurking on the fringes of his mind telling him to hold off his own pleasure until she'd achieved hers, the noises she was making, combined with her scent and the way she was clutching him would have been enough to tip him right over the precipice if she hadn't already taken the edge off.

One of her hands was on his arm and the other on his bum, her nails digging into his flesh as she groaned, "Harder, Spike. Please. Harder."

He hooked her other leg over his shoulder, nearly folding her in half, then started thrusting hard. She was holding herself in place by digging her fingernails into the backs of his arms and he hissed quietly at the small, sharp bursts of pain. This was pain he didn't mind experiencing, though, because it showed how lost in pleasure Buffy was, and it made him feel good to know he was the cause of that pleasure. He'd always gotten off more on seeing her getting off than he had on the actual shagging.

Her legs were trembling now, signifying that she was close… not that the gasps and grunts and tightening of her grasp on his arms didn't tell him the same thing. He leaned down, changing the angle of his thrusts just a bit, then slammed into her once, twice... on the third thrust she threw her head back and screamed, her back arching and her arms flying out to the sides, her fingers grasping desperately at the comforter as she tried to anchor herself.

Her channel was nearly strangling him as it pulsed in rhythmic contractions and he stayed buried deep, twisting his hips to draw out her orgasm for as long as he could. When she finally fell back to the bed, sort of melting into it, Spike lowered her legs from his shoulders then rolled, bringing her with him. She collapsed onto his chest in a gasping, trembling heap with him still hard and buried inside her.

He stroked her back and hair, placing light kisses on her head until she stopped trembling and twitching, then he flexed his hips slightly. Buffy moaned as he moved inside her then she sat up, bracing herself with wobbly arms. She looked down at him, starting to rock her hips slowly, and asked, "You didn't come?"

He shook his head, his hands grasping her hips to assist her movements. "Not yet. Want to get a few more out of you before I do."

Buffy's head fell back as she gyrated her hips, her breasts bobbing and her nails digging into his chest as she rode him. "I'm not gonna be able to walk when we're done, am I?"

Spike thrust up into her, pulling her down hard against him. "Not if I have anythin' to say about it."

She looked down at him and whispered, "Can I see your demon?"

Spike paused his thrusting and blinked up at her. "What?"

She raised a hand to his face and stroked his forehead. "I want to have all of you, Spike. Please."

He sat up and pulled her tightly against him then flexed his hips, earning a pleasured gasp from Buffy. "You have all of me. If I bring the demon out, things could get… it's harder to control myself. Don't want to scare you."

She continued to stroke his face, trailing her fingertips along his lips. "It's okay. I want you to. I want you to let go and not hold anything back. You can be free with me, Spike. I'm not scared."

Spike's face shifted under her fingertips and he looked at her with golden eyes. "You want this?"

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him close, trailing her tongue across one shortened fang. "I want it all."

Spike growled and scooted forward until his feet touched the floor. He stood, clutching Buffy tightly to him, then stalked across the room and slammed her against the wall. He hooked her legs over his elbows then braced his hands on the wall and set his feet before pulling out nearly all the way then slamming in hard. Buffy's hands scrabbled for purchase and she wailed in pleasure as he pounded into her with demon strength, his growls becoming louder with each thrust. She reached up above her head and wrapped her hand around a wall sconce then just held on, staring into Spike's wild, golden eyes.

When she was close, he lowered his head and sank his fangs into her shoulder. He didn't drink, he just held them there while she came undone, screaming her pleasure at the ceiling. Her channel tightened on him like a vise and he raised his head, adding his roar to her scream as he emptied himself inside her.

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Dawn let herself into Buffy's apartment and glanced around warily. The sheet moved on the chair in the corner and Dawn nearly jumped out of her skin before she realized that the vampire underneath the sheet had probably caught her scent. She motioned to the man behind her and he stepped through the door, pulling a furniture cart. She waved at the chair. "Just park it by that chair and I'll make some coffee or something."

"You're not going to tell them you're here?"

Dawn shook her head. "Uh-uh. If I know those two, they've probably been screwing six ways from Sunday… might still be… so we'll just wait out here until they're done or they wake up or whatever."

The man looked nervously toward the hallway. "You're sure I'm okay to be here? In The Slayer's apartment?"

Dawn walked over to him and raised a hand, gently caressing his face. "You're my boyfriend, Jason, so yeah, you can be in my sister's apartment. She's not going to slay you. She hasn't slayed any of my boyfriends for a long time, so you're safe." Jason didn't look entirely convinced, but he smiled and Dawn stood up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. Just like all their kisses, it soon became heated and hands started disappearing under clothing to stroke bare skin.

They broke apart when someone cleared their throat from the hallway. Dawn quickly straightened her shirt and turned to face a smirking Spike. He was leaning against the wall, one eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over a bare chest littered with scratches and bite marks. "Evenin', Niblet. Didn't mean to interrupt, but I'm a bit peckish." He motioned toward the sheet. "He's tapped, so I'm havin' some bagged." He started walking toward the kitchen. "You two want anythin'? Tea? Coffee?"

"Coffee would be okay." Dawn started for the kitchen, pulling Jason along behind her. She smirked over her shoulder at Jason then indicated Spike's back with a nod of her head. It, too, was littered with scratches. She stopped then leaned up to whisper in his ear, "See? Six ways from Sunday. I told you." He chuckled and they resumed walking. "Uh… this is Jason, my boyfriend."

Spike spoke over his shoulder as he stepped through the kitchen door. "I'd gathered that, Bit, unless, of course, you snag random blokes off the street and drag them up to your sis's flat for a snog. Buffy'll be out in a few minutes and we'll do a proper round of introductions then."

When Buffy stepped into the kitchen a few minutes later – limping just a little like her legs didn't work quite right – Jason noticeably tensed and sidled a few steps away, placing the island between him and the small blonde woman. Spike's eyebrow went up again as he sipped at a mug of blood. Buffy walked over to Spike and took the cup of coffee he handed her then leaned up to give him a quick kiss, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. She nibbled on his bottom lip then released her fingers and turned, leaning against the counter. She sipped at her coffee then said, "Hi, Dawn. Who's this?"

Dawn wrapped her arm around Jason's waist. "This is Jason, my boyfriend."

Buffy smiled at the young man. "Hi, Jason. Nice to meet you. I'm Buffy."

Jason blushed slightly and stammered, "I've heard of you, Ms. Summers."

Buffy cocked an eyebrow and smirked up at Spike. "Ms. Summers? Am I so ancient that I'm Ms. Summers now?"

Jason sputtered, trying to get out an apology, until Dawn reached up and laid a finger across his lips. She glared at Buffy. "Stop scaring him!"

Buffy's eyes widened. "Scaring him? I haven't done anything even remotely threatening."

Spike chuckled. "I think you've been unusually pleasant."

Buffy elbowed him lightly in the ribs, causing him to chuckle again, then she looked over at Jason. "You can just call me Buffy, okay?" She indicated Spike with a nod of her head. "And this is Spike."

Jason's eyes widened and he took a stumbling step forward. "You're William the Bloody. I've heard about you, too. I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. Wow."

Spike looked him over then leaned forward and sniffed deeply. "I'm Spike… and you're not human."

Buffy's gaze flew to Jason and she stood up straight, her hand settling on the counter next to a large mug that held several wooden spoons and a BBQ fork. "Vampire?"

Spike shook his head. "No, but he's part demon."

Dawn stepped in front of Jason and held up her hands. "He's a relative of Clem's, Buffy. He's a good demon, I swear. Harmless."

Buffy relaxed and Dawn did, too, just as soon as Buffy's hand had moved from away from anything that could be used as a weapon. Buffy resumed her lean against the counter and sipped at her coffee again. "Clem? How is he? Haven't seen him since Sunnydale."

Jason smiled over Dawn's shoulder. "He's good. He's in LA now."

Spike stared intently at Jason then he sniffed again. "Clem, huh? You must not have a lot of demon blood in you, being that Clem's sort is rather… distinctive… in appearance."

"I'm a quarter. My mom's human and my dad's half-demon. His mom is Clem's sister."

Buffy set her coffee down and asked, "Can you do the thing with your face?" then she mimed tentacles springing out of her face with her fingers.

Jason nodded. "Yeah, but mine aren't very long."

Spike drained his mug then rinsed it and set it in the sink. "What 'bout kittens? You eat 'em?"

Jason grimaced. "No. Don't even like cats, really. I'm more of a dog person… uh… not to eat, though. Kind of makes me the black sheep of the family, I guess."

Spike nodded at him then turned to Buffy and leaned down, kissing her soundly. When he straightened up, Buffy was slightly breathless and her cheeks were flushed. "Gonna go get dressed, kitten, then I'll load him up and we can go.'

Buffy stammered, "O..okay."

Spike started out of the kitchen and Jason followed him. "Dawn said there's a dead demon to load up first. I'll do that really quick so the cart's free when you're ready."

Spike's steps faltered just a little then he clenched his hands briefly into fists. He nodded tersely and said quietly, "That will be fine. Thank you. It's in the guest bedroom."

Dawn waited until they were both gone then fanned herself as she walked toward Buffy. "Wow. Hot."

Buffy reached up and smoothed her hair, her cheeks flushing even more. "Uh… yeah. He… um… feels better."

Dawn smirked. "Judging from the way you were limping when you walked in here and the scratches all over him, I guess he feels a lot better."

Buffy smiled, her cheeks still flaming. "Yeah." She leaned close to Dawn and whispered. "He brought me breakfast in bed because I couldn't walk at all until just a little while ago."

Dawn nodded. "Jason's done that for me a few times… for the same reason."

Buffy giggled. "God, Dawnie, I can't believe we're talking about this!"

Dawn shrugged. "Why shouldn't we? Our boyfriends are hot and they're really good in bed. I'd say we both hit the jackpot. Did you guys do the blood thing yet?"

Buffy shook her head. "Not yet. I told him I wanted him to bite me, so he wants to wait until his fangs grow in."

"Yeah, I can see why he'd want to. Everything I've read says that if he bites you during sex it's an instant mind-blowing orgasm… for both of you."

"Everything you've read is right."

Dawn's eyes widened. "But I thought…"

Buffy tugged her shirt down off one shoulder, showing Dawn the fang marks Spike had left. "He didn't even drink, he just bit, and his fangs aren't even fully grown in. We both collapsed and couldn't move at all for almost half an hour. And if just biting with short fangs is like that, what's it gonna be like when he drinks with full fangs?"

"Guess you should make sure you're already laying down so you don't hurt yourselves. And make sure you have snacks nearby so you won't starve to death. How long until his fangs grow in?"

"About a month."

Dawn smirked and elbowed Buffy. "So that's a month of practice for the big day."

Buffy blushed again. "Spike doesn't need practice. At all. He's got it down cold." She leaned close again and whispered, "Twelve times, Dawnie. Twelve. In just the first four hours. It would've been more, but I passed out."

Dawn smiled wistfully. "Yeah… Jason's done that to me, too."

"And then he woke me up in a really, really good way…"

Dawn interjected, "Tongue?"

Buffy blushed crimson and nodded. "Yeah. And fangs. And then… four more."

"Bet that whole 'doesn't have to breathe thing' is pretty cool, too, huh?"

Buffy sighed happily. "Yeah. It is."

Spike stood just outside the kitchen, smiling like a loon. He'd waved Jason past him when they'd stepped into the living room and Jason had snagged the cart and headed for the guest bedroom. It was a bit disconcerting and awkward to hear Buffy discussing his sexual prowess with Niblet, of all people, but his chest was still puffed out with pride. He'd satisfied his lady… more than satisfied her by the sound of it.

He turned from the kitchen and walked down the hall, his steps slowing the closer he got to the guest bedroom. He wasn't sure if he could go in there. He stopped just outside the door, listening to Jason moving around the room, then he took a deep, steadying breath and stepped in. His knees started to shake and he locked them, forcing down the urge to kneel. Even though his trainer was dead, the compulsion was still there and it pissed him off. He clenched his hands into fists and made himself take another step.

Jason had spread a tarp on the floor next to the body and was rolling the dead demon onto it. The body had bloated in the time it had been lying there and it rolled easily. Spike clenched his teeth together and bent down, lifting the edge of the tarp closest to him and laying it over the demon's body. Jason nodded his thanks then tucked the tarp around the body and rolled it up like a rug. He looked up at Spike and nodded at one end of the roll. "Could you help lift it?"

Spike nodded and bent down, crumpling the edge of the tarp in his fists. His trainer wasn't heavy, being as small as he was, but to Spike, it felt like he was trying to lift Buckingham Palace. The creature in the tarp had caused him so much pain over the years, and remembered agonies flashed through Spike's body at numerous points. Spike flinched, a motion unnoticed by Jason, then he steeled himself and lifted. Together they swung the carcass up onto the cart and it landed with a thump.

Jason produced a trio of bungee cords and started securing the bundle to the cart. When he'd finished, he stood and nodded toward the door. "I need to go pull the van around to the loading dock. I should be back in a few minutes for the cart."

Spike nodded, then swallowed, and managed to ask, "You need help loading?"

Jason shook his head. "No. I can just push the cart right into the van then roll the body off."

Spike nodded again. "All right. I'll get my kit on and meet you in the livin' room."

"Cool." Jason left and Spike listened until he heard the front door close. He stared at the lump on the cart then turned and looked at the wall Buffy had slammed his trainer into, flinching again. The guide stick was lying in the middle of the scatter of broken picture frames and glass. Spike walked over and looked down at it. The stick wasn't anything special, just a thin plastic tube with metal end caps, but evil and pain seemed to emanate from its polished surface.

Spike knelt, being mindful of the broken glass littering the floor, then sat back on his feet, resting his hands on his thighs as he contemplated the stick. He could reach out and touch it if he wanted to, and his left hand twitched but didn't move from his leg. He had to force his hand to lift away from his leg and make its shaky way toward the stick, but he couldn't get his fingers any closer than two or three inches from the shaft. He clenched his right hand into a fist then gritted his teeth and tried to force his left hand closer, but it was a no-go. There was no way he was ready to touch that thing. He didn't know if he'd ever be ready. He sighed as he drew his hand back and got to his feet. Someone else would have to pick it up and put it on the cart with his trainer.

Spike turned toward the door and had just lifted his foot off the floor when there was a flash of light. He stumbled backwards; his foot coming down on a broken shard of glass as a figure suddenly appeared in a puff of purple smoke. Spike goggled as something that looked like an old man stepped toward him, leaning heavily on an old gnarled staff. Coal-black eyes glinted in the somewhat dim light of the room and Spike realized that although the figure looked like an old man; it wasn't. It was a demon. Spike had only seen him once, and he'd been fuzzy-headed from the sedatives, but he recognized the owner of the slave compound – his trainer's boss. The demon that had taken Spike as payment for some sort of bargain with Angelus.

The demon looked Spike up and down, his eyes pausing for several seconds on Spike's new 'collar' before he said in a menacing voice, "I have come to retrieve my property."