Kindred
By Sweetprincipale
Set in early Season Five. When Dracula called Buffy 'kindred'', he was doing a bit more than just saying they had a lot in common. Hungry for knowledge of herself and her power, Buffy didn't realize what kind of connection he had forged with her until he left town, and the damage was done. Hoping to break his hold over her, Buffy requests help from Spike. However, the way you break the hold of one vampire is to let another one possess you more fully. But, it'll only be temporary, right? Simple business, that's all...
Dedicated to: stuff'n'nonsense, kyanaM, sjwheelhan, Darkhrt101,Mother Willson, 666, pgoodrichboggs, jbu1810, Slayerette16, Pentastic, Jackiemack916,The Three March Hares, omslagspapper, Teatime Turbulence, Brokenblackrose89, subchan, squeeface, kitcat99, bellaruthless, lgpmomma, fieryscarlet, David Fishwick, DarkenedHrt101, TibiaOK, Kit-Cat 99, Cjtotts, .792, and the kind guest reviewers.
Part XVIII
They dozed after several more sessions, both torrid and tender. They lay beside each other, hands clasped now. "I can't move," Buffy realized with a laugh.
He looked at her critically. He bit his lip. His bride was covered in scratches, bites, and bruises. He knew he hadn't hurt her and he found such evidence very… arousing. But to the outside world, he would look like the same sort of wanker Drcaula was. Using a bride for his pleasure, when she should be cherished, revered.
"Do you hurt?" Buffy had been eyeing him with the same sort of stare. "It looks like I went ten rounds on parts of you. Not that part, thank God."
"Was just worryin' about you, Luv. Mine'll fade in hours."
"Mine, too. Another part of the 'match.'" She grinned.
"I think I might recover faster. I do have the finest fuel in creation in me." He weakly rolled, and then decided he ought to do a bit of purposeful cherishing. Scooted down to kiss her stomach and her matted curls, then settled between her legs.
"Spike!"
"What?"
She wanted to protest that after their marathon of sex that she needed a chance to clean up, but realized that wouldn't bother Spike in the slightest. And actually- the taste of her own essence, or his, was not unpalatable to her, either. "My turn next."
"Absolutely." Spike smirked at her, and then lowered his mouth. He kept his eyes up, watching her reaction as he gently sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hands went straight to her tender nipples, rubbing them in soft circles. "Squeeze 'em for me, Pet? My hands are busy."
Buffy felt her pussy twitch. Putting on a show for Spike. It was good, hot tingle of pleasure. Something exhbitionist, but only for one loving audience member. She obeyed.
"Kitten has a lovely cream-filled center now. Open your pussy for me, Luv?" Spike Had to slide his hips to accommodate his suddenly painfully hard cock. Her hips widened. "Love how you taste. Love how I taste, after I've been nestled in you." His tongue dragged across her folds and dipped into her center. She gasped and rolled her nipples. "Pinch or pull?"
Buffy considered. Never had before. "Pull," she confessed after a second of experimentation.
"Thank you for teachin' me, Pet."
Buffy nodded, bottom lip between her teeth.
"Squeeze. These muscles," Spike murmured, fingers sliding into her heat, so much wetter than he'd ever felt it.
She pushed onto his hand, feeling a rush of wetness burst from her. He lapped it up greedily, and kept lapping, fingers dancing on her already over-sensitive walls.
He came out of his delectable dream when she whimpered. Her orgasm was quick and hard, but her muscles seemed to weaken instantly after. "Oh, Slayer. You need sleep, proper sleep. And we were gonna go out for dinner. Not thinkin', I-"
Buffy cut over his worried apology. "I'm hungry for you. And you'd better feed me. You, up here, now."
"Already a henpecked husband," Spike sighed with a syrupy chortle at the end. She sat herself up in the nest of battered, once pristine pillows.
"Stop that!" Buffy smacked his rear lightly as he kneeled before her.
"Oooh, I'll have to be naughty- a- gain...oooh. Never mind." He left off teasing as she slid her lips over his tip, eyes boring into him as she sucked him into her mouth.
Buffy pulled back. Traces of her own sweetness had dried on his skin, and she made a show of delicately tonguing them off, flicking and darting on him, circling without putting him in her mouth again. He whimpered as she tongued the slit of his crown, catching a clear, sticky drop of his arousal. Tongue flippantly ignoring his eager thrusting toward her, and she complacently licked her way over the sensitive ridge where it met his shaft.
"Please, Luv…" Spike wondered if you could actually go insane from this torture. Her little lips were now ghosting past him- down to his sack, ponderously kissing and nibbling back up the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
"Need to be stroked?" Buffy let her hands caressed his strong thighs and tight rear, but didn't touch his erection. She lifted his own hand pointedly to his waist.
He took the hint eagerly. She gave him a little show. She wants one. He pumped himself slowly, loving her heated, intent gaze. "Good, Slayer?"
"You tell me."
"Very good. Not as good as someone's soft, hot mouth, or softer, hotter little puss, but…"
Her own hand strayed down and her knees came up. She rubbed herself softly as he pumped and stroked.
"Likes a little more wetness, if you'd oblige. Feels better."
Buffy was glad for the "excuse" to taste him again. She nudged his hand away and sucked on him, weaving her tongue around a bit extra to make him slippery.
"That's it," he groaned and stroked harder. He was surprised to feel her head bumping his hand. She was licking and kissing her way across his inner thigh, back to the tightening stones beneath, nipping them before she bit at his fist and took over the job with her hungry mouth.
"You are the best wife in the world," Spike all but whimpered when she took him in deep and dragged her teeth across him on the final stroke. Wife. She's mine. He felt suddenly woozy.
"Spike!" Buffy scrambled to her knees as he fell back with a thump.
"You did it. You married me. I married you. We- I - Not in the weddin' gowns and top hats way, but…"
"That's still a good thing, right?" Buffy felt her voice shrink to almost nothing.
"It's the best thing! I just can't believe you did it!"
"Me, either, actually. But it's a very, very happy kind of disbelief. Like, if I'd never tasted chocolate until this year, and I was like 'Man, I've been missing out on chocolate for 19 years, it's about time.' Can't believe I waited so long. Only- we didn't really wait long."
"Oh, yes we did. Waited all the years we've had on this planet to fall in love, find real love. That's as long as a person can wait, after all."
"Part of me knows that you're a BS artist- but the rest of me thinks you're totally right."
"Wanna find out about another thing I'm good at it?" He raised one eyebrow and led her back to his chest. She giggled and he sighed. Making love with his wife was going to be his new favorite hobby. Every spare moment, feed that hunger she's unleashed, fill up the empty spots, satisfy his bloodlust in a whole new way every night, every- "Shit! Slayer, you still live with your mum! I'm gonna go mad bein' away from you at night. Sod! Happy home an' all that, what kinda home are we-" He stopped abruptly. Do we do that? Do we do that happy home bit?
Buffy hushed him as he ended mid-sentence. "Shh. I move into the dorms next week. You stay with me and I'll stay with you. Some couples have two homes. I mean, usually it's like a nice summer place at the beach, but we can do a crypt and a dorm. That'll work for now. Right?"
"Right!" Spike let out a shuddering rush of air. "Right, that'll work."
Buffy nestled into his arms. This is wonderful. Really. But it is going to be hard to hide.
Hm. Maybe not hiding it would have some uses. "Do you think Dracula would fly his caped behind up here in a fit of jealous rage if he thought I was married?"
"Yes. I don't think he knows how extraordinary you are, Luv. As far as I'm concerned, you can place one hell of a hold, Slayer. He prob'ly is sittin' at home, fumin', scowlin', but thinking he has nothing to worry about. Probably imagines your human self can't 'wed' a vampire."
"Hm. What if he thought I was going to wed a vampire in a regular ceremony? I mean, then I'd be married to you in a non-vampire way. I know he totally disregards those pesky bigamy laws," they exchanged a grin, "but he'd probably feel like he ought to do something about my attempt to get hitched right under his nose? Right?"
"He is the male chauvinistic type, the 'I own three wives' sort of bloke. Probably take your blatant disregard for his desire to make you his new missus rather poorly. Fuss and rant a bit," Spike's voice was playful, but their minds were serious. How to guarantee a visit from the hard to pin down guest? Make him angry enough to show up.
"But we have to wait a little bit," Buffy regretfully realized. "There's no point in luring him up here, just to lose in another tie game."
"You- would you want to do that? Oh, we just let the word get 'round that we're having a-"
"What do you mean, want to do that?" Buffy scooted back up on the mattress, peering down at him.
He tilted his chin up at her and liked that she instantly bit her lip. Kitten likes this handsome face. But not enough to wreck her social circle in such a public way. "Well- your mates'd have to play along that we were actually gettin' hitched, they couldn't-"
"Spike."
"You have a very annoyin' habit of cuttin' me off in mid-sentence, Slayer."
"You have a very bad habit of saying dumb things. I just- we just got married in the permanent way. I mean- we said it's permanent. Don't you think it is?"
He scrambled up beside her, hands on her arms. "Precious, it's as permanent as it can be, I promise. We don't need a wedding unless you want one. This- this outweighs any wedding the mortal world can dish out."
"I don't know if it outweighs it- I am one of the mortal types after all- but it sure as heck is close."
"All your mates, your mum, Rupert- they'd think you'd lost your mind."
"Then it'll be a really small guest list."
"You can't give them up for me. You'd be sad. We don't have to do it for real, letting Drac think we are is enough to get him here."
"But I want to. And I won't give them up. They'll deal. You're their family, too." Deliberate gaze burned into him and her nails dug in, four sharp streaks over his heart, the little rush of pain that heralded the start of pleasure making him moan. "Blood of my blood is blood to me."
He dug his fingers into her hair as she bent her head, licked and kissed the tiny marks above his heart. Already cut an ocean, a cosmos into my heart, ingrained in, built in, stayin' in, forever… "I would marry you any day, any night, any place, for any reason," he breathed out, holding her tight. "Only didn't want to push you. Knew that this might be the only ceremony we'd have or want, and I'm fine with it. But if you want more, Slayer, you can have more. You can have it all, anything I can give."
Buffy found herself falling back, under him, around him, all thoughts of sleep or rational discussion and planning gone. How did Drusilla let him go? Ever? "I'm never going to let you go. You did know that, right?" Buffy gasped as he burrowed inside again, slightly achy muscles working against him, working against the tightness into a whole new level of pleasure.
No one had ever made such a promise. "I can't believe it, but I know it, if that makes sense," he laughed incredulously against her, forehead to forehead.
"Hmm. Just have to keep proving it," Buffy whispered.
"Buffy."
Riley blinked. He wanted to say Buffy. What came out instead was a wounded lowing sound.
"Steady, Agent Finn. Your surgery was a complete success and you're in recovery, doing great! We're going to help you get that tube out in a few hours, okay? No, no, trying to talk around it won't work. Just relax. I'll get you a pen and paper."
Beeping sounds. He tried to move. Failed. Hands restrained. His eyes flew open. "Nnn!"
"That's so you don't pull out your tubes. You have a bunch right now. The first tube comes out when you start breathing on your own." At his panicked look, the nurse in blue-scrubs continued to explain in a soothing voice. "Remember? After heart surgery, the ventilator tube helps you breathe. You're already doing great! We don't want to take it out too soon, or we just have to put another one in. I'll get your hands free, and then you can write notes- well, as soon as your eyes focus again. Your doctor will be in shortly to see how you're doing.
Riley weakly moved his eyes. No Graham next to him. No Brown. No Buffy. No parents. Right. Classified. Just out of major surgery, heart surgery, no flocking visitors allowed. Irrational anger warred with calming, drugged thoughts.
That doesn't matter. She's the strongest girl in the universe. She wanted to get Oz out, she broke into the most secure facility in the world. She wanted to stop Adam, and she did. She found out where her friends were taken when they got kidnapped and stuff like that. He wondered if his muscles were slack or if he really had just tried to pout around his tube, sulking because she hadn't demanded, barged, and battled her way down to check on him.
Well, no. Because you're safe and safely having much needed life-saving surgery. No need to rescue or barge or defeat. You told her you'd call as soon as you could. She trusts you.
Which is more than she can say about you. You don't want her to see Giles alone in her bedroom.
Duh! Her bedroom, man. Creepy older guy hanging out with a bunch of teen women- don't tell me there's not something nasty in his head.
Don't want her to go see the ex.
Who would want that? Moving on.
Didn't trust her to be alone. Sent Brown to watch her, make sure she didn't head to LA, or have Angel come up and do his mattress tango with a side of biting.
But she can do whatever she wants now, right? She told you to let her go. She dumped you, man.
No! That's not what she meant.
Well, even if she said it, it isn't true. Not what she meant. It's the hold. The vampires, always the damned vampires, owning her heart, her head, her body and her past, present, and future!
"He's spiking! Sinus rhythm is going tachy!"
"Shit- the doctor said the heart was normal."
Heart was normal. She's not normal. Surrounded by abnormal, warping her, corrupting her.
She can't leave me. I can't let her do that.
"I really can't guarantee anything."
"That seems awfully convenient. You don't guarantee much, do you, Angel?"
"Look, why are you on my case? You don't want me around her. You put your hand on a stack of Bibles and tell me you want me to come back and be with her."
"Who said I want any such thing? I want what help you can actually provide. You can make people talk."
"I'm not like that anymore. I help the -"
"-helpless, I know, your 'office staff' bleats it at me every time I phone. Buffy isn't helpless. She needs help all the same."
"I got you the name, I'm looking for the woman!" Angel grit his teeth. He really wanted to offer to help her in the physical way. His demon seemed to slink around his soul, prowling in the shadows, winking golden eyes and licking sharp teeth. Go ahead. Offer to bite her. Offer to help her. Claim her. You've had that sweet little body too few times. A deeper act of intimacy, isn't that what's required to break a hold? What she could do for you... Does the curse consider a little lipservice "perfect happiness"?
Angel shut the demon down in revulsion, despair and shame filling him to the pit of his stomach. It was even more repulsive that his soul, the whoring, drinking, layabout he'd once been, was feeling tempted to ask Giles if maybe he ought to just help out in the more tangible and immediate- and pleasurable way. He bit back a growl. My beautiful Buffy. Never to be used like that. Never anything but sweet, innocent-
Sleeping with Dracula if she doesn't get this broken. That disturbing image of Dracula sinking fangs into his Buffy, smoky blue eyes, charismatic voice, all of that wooing and plying Buffy into bedding down with him- Angel growled much more audibly.
"Don't waste your time growling at me. You've threatened me with a chainsaw, remember? If it hadn't been for Spike, I don't doubt you'd have used it."
Shame overtook anger and everything else again. Being compared to Spike? Spike coming out as the better of the two? Shame had reached new depths- and he'd been in hell.
"Yeah, yeah, that wasn't me. A vampire without a soul is nothing but an evil demon. Speaking of which, don't let Dracula fool her, Giles. He may talk about love and -"
"What in God's name are you prattling on about?" Giles was beyond irritable at this point. Travers was due at noon tomorrow. Buffy had phoned around dawn and said she and Spike were laying low together after Riley's "friend" had tailed them. Right now- he wanted two things. Action. And sleep. Action from others, allowing him to sleep properly without the phone clutched to his chest or head pillowed on some obscure text.
"Dracula! He tricked her into letting him bite her. Don't let him fool you, or her. He might be backing off in distance, but he'll worm his way into her head somehow. It's what he's good at. He likes them to beg for it." I liked that, too. Begging for it to end, no more, let me die… He likes when they beg to be turned, beg to be his, be with him.
Buffy begged to be with me. Love me, stay with me…
Unknowingly, Giles' sharp voice cut into Angel's dawning realization. "Oh, will he? Dreams? Mental manipulation from afar?"
"Exactly!" Angel pounced on the understanding with relief.
"And just when were you planning to mention that? When you refused to help her break his hold the first time? Or one of the half dozen phone calls we've exchanged this week?" Giles' voice radiated nuclear levels of distaste. Buffy had already endured that. Frankly, it sounded like she might well have died from it, if Spike hadn't happened to be there.
In her room at night? Her home at night?
Privacy to bond, to bite, to do- intimate things.
His mind rebelled at the possibilities, but oddly enough, it was a short-lived revolution. The idea of Buffy embracing an unsouled Dracula or a souled Angel were suddenly more unpalatable than a chipped Spike.
Even an unchipped one. Without really delving into it, Giles had the instinctive knowledge that Spike was utterly loyal to Buffy and wouldn't hurt her or go against her wishes in any way.
"I- uh- I've been researching more, that's all. I figured you might have known already."
"How remarkably convenient for you," Giles said drily.
"Okay, that does it. I'm helping you out because I love Buffy and I feel bad that I can't help her like you want me to! I'm not gambling with my soul, I know my weakness! Putting up with your snooty British snideness isn't part of the deal!"
"Snide, am I? I suppose I am. I've been a little stressed of late. Monitoring the situations here has become - increasingly complicated." Secrets. Break ups. Wiccan oaths and calling circles, spells and dark magicks. Heart surgeries. Family bonding. Falling in love. Oh Lord, they are… he's in love, and she'll love him back, with that grateful, scarred heart. The heart he won't hurt.
"Giles! GILES!" Angel barked the name for perhaps the fifth time and the other man finally deigned to respond.
"What?" Giles snapped testily, tangled thoughts broken.
"Is she worse? What did he do?"
"Who?" Giles clamped his mouth shut. What had he said? Had he been musing out loud?
"Dracula! Why is it more complicated, what's he been doing?" Angel yanked his coat off the back of his chair, toppling it in the process- then standing still, raging impotently. Go to Sunnydale, fight the bastard, save her!
Yeah. Already been asked to do that and said no. What can I do that I'm not already doing?
"Well, he's attacked her through their connection- but she seems to have rallied some strength and managed to halt that for now," Giles replied with vague honesty.
"He's going to be back to full strength soon."
"Yes, I know. Hence my 'snide' pressuring. I want a timeline, Angel. I know that may seem impossible- but as I recall, you opened an apocalyptic portal on Earth and brought out Cordelia Chase's pleasant and unselfish side. I don't know which thing I consider more of a feat, but I have no doubt that you will have the location of the Dracula's ex-wife in two days time- before Travers' leaves. I need to have bargaining chips."
"Why?"
"Because," Giles removed his glasses, " thinking that the Slayer is weak and under the control of one of the most notorious vampires in history will be just the excuse Travers is looking for."
"To do what? Kill the bastard? Like to see him try, if Buffy couldn't."
"No, the Council hasn't sent a Slayer after him, so I doubt they'd fault Buffy for trying to do what they've never managed. No, I fear that they may use this as an excuse to… relocate Buffy. A turned Slayer is a liability of epic proportions. A vampire-controlled Slayer is only slightly less damning."
"Relocate? As in imprison her in the Council buildings or some secret Watcher's prison?"
Giles was quiet.
"Why didn't you tell me!?"
"If you wouldn't help the one woman who has saved your life dozens of times and who is the only person you claim to love- why in heaven's name would I think that mattered to you?"
Valid point, Angel conceded inside his head, hand urgently raking his hair. "Three days?"
"Location. Information would be preferable. And we'll have a spell to ascertain if she's telling the truth. We need you to tell us the moment you have her or you're meeting with her. Have Wesley or Cordelia call us and we'll cast the spell from here. We know her name and her likeness, so it should work long-range. If not, you can bring her to us or we'll come to you. Travers may well be over here offering to help. But I know him. He likes control. He will use the one time in over a year that Buffy's actually requested help as an attempt to regain some form of power over her. Benevolent or despotic, I can't say."
"But you don't trust him?"
"I trust very few people at this moment," Giles informed him acerbically. Surprisingly enough, I do trust Spike. I trust the "bad man" more than I trust the three "good men", Travers, Angel, or Finn, who purportedly want to help her.
"Is Spike still in town?" Angel demanded.
"Er- yes, I believe so."
"Don't let him find out about this. A weakened slayer would be catnip to him. He may be sporting some skull hardware, but he's not above making deals and double crosses."
"Yes, I've seen that. Funnily enough, they often benefit the Slayer - in the end."
Angel made a startled noise.
Giles smiled. If he and Spike had one thing in common, it was the fact that they had no love for the brooding vampire who'd hurt women they cared about. "Three days. Can you deliver?"
"I'll deliver."
"Very well. Do make sure she can still speak at the end. I was reminded that you tend to forget what you're doing when you're enjoying yourself."
"She'll talk," Angel said shortly. He hung up, shoulders heaving as he flung his coat on and marched out past Cordelia, startling her and making Wesley yelp like a frightened seal.
"Where are you going?" Cordelia demanded, clattering after him on her stilettos.
"Out!" To the Oracles. He reversed his trajectory, walked over to Cordelia's desk and emptied out her pencil cup- in actuality a very old piece of silver taken from the Siege of Caffa and he'd take it off of a plague demon over the summer. He didn't have the heart to tell Cordelia the thing she was storing her pens and lipgloss in could buy a convertible.
"My stuff! Ah- that was the last tube of a discontinued couture line! Get your broody behind back here, Mister!"
"Need a tribute! Wes- get those shackles out of the basement?"
"Er-hrm- are you going evil this afternoon?" Wesley inquired with a tentative cough.
Angel drew up short. Was he? Torturing information out of someone was evil. Doing it to save Buffy was good. "I'm not sure. They're for a guest. Or prisoner. Or guest. It's kind of - up in the air," he shrugged and grunted past Cordelia with an apologetic huff.
"Chaining the boss to the bed is only a one time thing!"Cordelia protested as she landed on her rear. Wesley gasped at her remark and she gave him one of her best "You idiot" glares. "Hey. Stop that. You remember when he went evil with the happy pills?"
"Ahh, that. Angel, really, if this is about the work you're doing for Buffy-"
"That's right. It's for Buffy. So- deal with it. We need to know how to kill Dracula. We know the lady who probably knows that answer. I make her tell me everything she's got, one way or another."
"Ohhh, the vampire lady. That's okay then. They poof. Not a lot of blood."
"Oh no, plenty of blood," Angel pushed down a smile of savage fondness. "They bleed until they're ashes, nothing but blood and cinders left."
"Ohhh-kay," Cordelia hastily got up and began gathering her purse, sunglasses, and coat. "I'm out. You sounded way too psycho killer-y for me. Wes?"
He nodded gravely, removing his glasses in that oh so pompous manner he had. "Angel, you must be careful-"
"Oh, I'll be careful. Can't dust her. Dead things- well, dusty dead things, don't talk," Angel announced grimly and slammed the door after him. As he headed down to the spot where the Oracles waited, he had a nagging thought.
Who reminded Giles about his overfondness for torture? His Watcher's texts? His own memory? Buffy, Willow, Xander?
He shrugged. Didn't matter.
"Spike, it seriously doesn't matter."
"It's our wedding night! We should have it someplace fancy!"
"I didn't bring fancy clothes!"
"Yeah, I didn't, either."
"Room service means less time away from the bed…" Buffy wheedled.
"Room service means they may well see the bed. And the chair. And the mirror- when did we crack the mirror?" Spike looked genuinely surprised as he stopped short in front of a silver surface covered in a spiderwebbed crack. He put the local amenities guide down and looked at the floor for bits of broken glass.
"I think that happened with the chair." Buffy mused. "Yep. There's the leg, under the mirror. I hope my dorm fees don't triple this year."
"We didn't break your bed at your mum's. Nor mine. We were just- enthused. Newlyweds,' he rolled the words around in his mouth. "Newlyweds get up to all manner of exciting hijinks, don't they, Pet?"
"Hijinks galore- but not on an empty stomach," Buffy protested.
"I'm curiously full."
"You should be," Buffy giggled and blushed. She liked the sharp jolt of pleasure of his fangs slipping into her. She wondered hazily why bites had ever been painful. Now she understood why Spike practically exploded on contact when she nibbled his old siring scar.
But it's not just there. She eyed her body in the cracked mirror, hands lazily running over breasts and thighs, briefly darting in between. Wanted him to bite her there, she suddenly thought as her finger swiped over her swollen nub. Not on it, around it, People get their parts pierced,she gave a mental shrug, downplaying her new obsession, at least momentarily. A fang, a little piercing gun, what's the diff?
A lot. They don't get off on the idea.
It doesn't feel so ridiculously good.
Spike came up behind her and watched her with concern.
"It's all right?" he asked, almost sounding meek. Bites dotted her thighs, one on the left, two on the right. Hadn't even been aware of doing it, lost in the joy of burying his face between her sweet folds, hearing her moaning for him, practically screeching in pleasure. An instinct, a rough swipe of his tongue, a quick bite, back to lapping, repeat thrice, and find himself under trembly legs as she planted her scalding little tunnel on him and made him whimper in pleasure and beg for her to stay on and never get off.
"It's very, very all right."
He swallowed. "Even with Drusilla, even my first time with her after, even thousands of times later, I was never- I never felt so bloody desperate to be with someone. If someone hurt my wife… think they wouldn't have to hurt me. Think I'd die on the spot, Luv, heart speared clean through, stake or no stake." He let out a sighing breath. "If I get carried away in that lust for your love, you're gonna have to tell me. Haven't come down yet. Don't know if I ever will."
Buffy leaned back into him. Bites were on her ribs, too, little shallow nips, more like the accidental prick of fangs when her husband kissed her in his vampiric face. She blinked. Spike had been in his game face while making love to her part of the time. She blinked and realized now that she had kissed him and whispered loving little words while pressed up against his ridges, held him close, panting lips to fangs, looking into his yellow eyes with as much love as his blue. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just as high on you," she admitted, voice a little unsteady.
"You need to eat. You're right, it doesn't matter. Saw a string of places up the way. It's well after dinner hour. We'd better go if we're going."
She shook her head to reassure him that it wasn't food making her voice wobble. "Why did the others hurt?"
"Oh, precious… Angelus liked a bit of pain. I'm sure he didn't mean to." Spike wanted to believe that. Wanted to believe that no one had ever hurt her there. "Finn's probably just clumsy." That he had no trouble believing.
"No, not that. I was afraid they'd hurt. Being bitten. They were painful before with the others. With you, now- it feels so good, I think- is something wrong with me?" She looked up at him in concern. "Am I getting more demony from um- being claimed?"
God, I hope not, he wanted to blurt, but he didn't, just held her tight. "Think you're just sharing my pleasure. Think maybe your body likes it a bit harder than it used to, not that it'll do you any harm. I was carried away and I-"
She spit out her confession, knowing he wouldn't mock her or tease her, just listen. "I want the bites now. Not like- on their own, I'm not going around with a red arrow on my neck or anything, but when you do it, when you do it anywhere…" she trailed off with a blush. It made her wet. It made her cum, it made her close, no matter where he did it now.
"Oh. Me, too. But only with you, Kitten," he told her the truth. He'd loved biting when Dru did it to him, loved biting her. When his wife did it- it was like someone set his pleasure centers to overload. It's part of mating, the little voice inside him hinted. You were Drusilla's creation, her lover, her warrior- not her equal, not her mate. Buffy is your mate, your true love. Your bodies crave marks and mating, ownership and possession, belonging.
"You did the thing." Buffy turned from her reflection and looked up at him, hands languidly running over his bruised but healing body.
"What thing?"
"Where you thought of something but waited to tell me. Tell me. No secrets on our wedding night- unless they're the fun kind involving whipped cream or bubble bath or stuff like that."
"Whipped cream?" Spike placed his mouth on her shoulder with a long, tongue-swiping kiss.
"Focus."
"Mating."
"Focus on mating after you tell me!" Buffy squirmed against him. Oh. Nope. not the way to decrease mating focus. She resisted the urge to haul him back to bed.
"Feels good because it's not just marriage, it's mating. Before they had vows and fancy rings, before speech and writing- there were instincts. Protect, defend, love, mate, procreate. Demons can do that last bit, some of 'em. Once you've got a mate, you have to show that their yours, right?"
"Ohhh. Right. So, I like my love bites even more now because it's proof that you're mine?"
He cocked his head. "Well, I was gonna say somethin' a bit different, actually."
"And proof that I'm yours. You're mine. No one else is allowed to touch me," she murmured, deliberately cupping her breasts and pressing them forward. She raised one knee to rest on the outside of his hip and he took the hint.
Spike lifted her up and settled her against his lower abs, letting her work herself down if she wanted to. She did. "No one can touch me, either, Slayer," he hissed as she engulfed him.
"One more time, then dinner, I promise."
"You promised that two times ago," he reminded her, not caring, leaning back.
"Easy, baby, the table…" Buffy gasped as he slid smoothly into her and her aching emptiness grabbed on, protesting little whines into his smooth white neck when he moved in and out. She wasn't sore, she just wanted the delicious fullness to stay. She growled and bit his earlobe. "Mine. Stay in me."
"Oh hell, like I'm going to resist that!" He sat down hard and her knees hit the edge of the wood, one palm smacked to a smooth section of mirror as he breasts bounced into his face. "You stay here forever, if it suits you."
"Eventually, I'll want food."
"Room service," he panted with a smile..
"That brings us back to the bed and the mirror and the-oh, honey, move!"
Spike careened forward just in time, skidding them to the bed with a groan of loss when they separated bodies out of necessity.
"And that little table," Buffy sighed, looking at the cracked furniture under the cracked mirror. "We have to pay them back, we really do." She bit her lip and looked into his eyes pleadingly.
She looked too innocent like that, but not in the peach for the picking way, in the "pure of heart" way. He had great respect for that - recently. "You saved all of their lives a couple times by ending apocalyptic events. This hotel would be a steamin' pit in a hell dimension. Does that count as payment?"
"I… Ohhh,. Okay, yes, I think so," Buffy lost her train of reasonable thought when he returned to her, slightly cooler cock parting gloriously heated silk. "You're corrupting me," she giggled accusingly.
"You're redeeming me," he countered easily.
The lust and the playfulness slowed down. 'Really?" Buffy whispered.
"Really."
"You - you had a lot of wonderful things in you already, Spike. I know that."
"You believe that. That's why you're good, Luv. That's why I want to be good, too, in my own dark way." He kissed her and pulled back with a glowing grin. "I'm a modern man, me. Think husbands and wives should be equally powerful- and just plain equal."
"My light in the darkness," she whispered, pulling his forehead to hers.
He knew she would understand him, but he felt all the tension hiding in him slip away at her words. "My shadow in the sun," he replied, wrapping her to him, never going to let her go.
To be continued...
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