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(Takes place during 'Becoming part 1')
He was in her bed, Cordelia Chase's bed, at that moment and, if she was honest with herself, she would have to admit that she loved every second of him being there. The sex was nothing like what it had been like to be with other boys she had been with. Whereas they were all awkward, bumpy, and just plain useless Spike was far more experienced, attentive, demanding, possessive, and avid. He consumed her completely, and she could justly say that she did the same for him. As she moved on top of his body, their sweaty, sinewy limbs moving together seamlessly, the friction their touching skin caused jolted her like a bolt of constant electricity. "God," Cordelia groaned with pleasure, her jaw dropping as she slid down onto his thick cock, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I hope this feels as good for you as it does for me!" She pushed him down on the bed, the vampire below her giving her all the control as she slammed their hips together mercilessly. Her sex tightened and he felt her passion increasing as he struggled to control his own. Firm and strong, she could feel the chill of his body against her legs and his erection reaching so deep within her.
Spike nodded as he thrust up into her, making her groan lustily, pressing into her hard. "It does." He really wasn't kidding either. He was really enjoying himself here they were, once again, joined together in the second most carnal act a demon and a human could enjoy together. Their coupling was fast, and rough, and urgent, and it wasn't their first of that evening. She had given into a request of his and wore her cheerleading outfit playing the helpless, innocent, damsel in distress with him the big bad evil seducing her. Well not so innocent on account of the lack of underwear.
"Ugh," she grunted, feeling him thrust into her. "Describe it to me." Her breathing deepened as her pace quickened. Soft, contented noises emanated from her grew tense, desperate, as she rode him with purpose now, spiralling towards a magnificent finish.
Spike smirked underneath her and vamped out revealing his true vampire face his brow ridges becoming more pronounced, eyebrows disappearing and his golden eyes staring back at her. Cordelia couldn't help but groan out loud as she felt his cock grow in size inside her rubbing against her inner walls causing Spike to smile revealing his fangs knowing full well what the effect on her. This girl loved seeing his true self and seemingly got off on it. "It feels hot," he told her with a grunt, thrusting into her, ramming his cock into her a little harder than before listening to her groan as Cordelia's dark and hardened nipples were displayed proudly before his eyes. "Hot and soft. Wet and tight."
"Mmm," Cordelia hummed, holding onto him as he thrusted into her, loving the feel of him inside her. Her mind briefly wandered back to a few days before when they had another encounter at the high school almost taunting everyone including Xander, Buffy and Giles. While everyone important was gathered in the library at that very moment, working together to solve the latest supernatural crisis to rock Sunnydale, they were fucking against a wall in the janitor's closest, enjoying reckless sex. Now they were back at it, too addictive to each other to stop. Ever grateful for her actual boyfriend Xander Harris to decide to go patrolling with Buffy as it allowed her the chance to meet up with her vampire boyfriend Spike and fuck him into the new world.
Spike gazed at his beauty wanting to capture every part of her as she fucked him. Feeling them merge, their hips coming together with increasing force, watching Cordelia's bright eyes and her parted mouth and the way her hair spread out over her shoulders as she rode him powerfully. The pounding pace, her heat, and her living body pulsing around him kept pushing on the edge pushing him ever closer. His head thrown back as a loud moan erupted from his throat. Even the touch of her fingertips on his arms as he held her hips seemed too much, sending electricity through his body. "Tell me how it feels, Cordy," he wanted to hear her voice, the passion she felt so apparent in every syllable.
"I'm so hot, you're so hard inside me," a low sound filled his ear as she moaned digging her nails into his arms "You're hard everywhere. So strong. God, I love it when you touch me. Hold me. Yes, yes. More. Give it to me." With a cry she came as hard as she had ever done, clutching at him as she cried out in pleasure and pain. The feel of her cumming before him, sight, and smell of her pushed him totally over the cliff and he pumped his seed as he growled out his release. She feel into his arms totally spent and gasping for breath.
They lay there for moments until his stomach rumbled. Spike shifted almost embarrassed by it and very aware that Cordelia would have heard him. He moved himself from under her eager to get away. "Hungry?" She asked and he turned to look at her. She looked stunning, her stunning body covered in a sheen of sweat from their love making and in full display for him.
"A little," Spike admitted. "Didn't get a chance to grab a snack on the way here."
Cordelia considered what he meant knowing full well what grabbing a snack implied but strangely found herself okay about it. Spike was a vampire and vampire's feed on human blood that was the facts and there was nothing that could be done to change them. Spike was Spike and one had to take him as he comes no questions or guilty feelings. "Do you want something to drink now?"
"What the maid?" Spike snorted knowing that she had gone home long ago.
"How about something with more flavour?" Cordelia smiled at him, and it took him a second to work out what she was implying. He couldn't, could he? She was really going to allow him to cross that line. To drink from her? To enjoy her blood? "Don't drink me dry clearly," Cordelia ordered speaking up. "But a few gulps should do you, shouldn't it?" He nodded eagerly having never been so thirsty in all his life. Of course, he knew he could simply grab her and drain her with ease but the idea of doing that. Of ending her life and their… whatever they want to call this was unappealing to him.
She beckoned him to her, and he did just that. She tried to keep her breathing steady and give off a look of disinterest but inside she was nervous. Not just at the idea of him killing her but with anticipation.
No marks. He reminded himself but her blood shouted at him so loudly, it made it hard to think trying to consider the problem rationally, through the growing haze of hunger. He couldn't go for the neck and a vein in her arm is out as it would be bloody summer soon meaning wearing long sleeves would look slightly suspicious in 90-degree heat. Finally, he knelt between her legs, the sweet smell of her juices filled his nostrils plus the sight of them mixed with his own enflamed his hunger. Cordelia shivered pleasurably as Spike knelt and licked his way along her inner thigh until he reached the junction of leg to pelvis. She didn't make a complaint or a move to stop merely kept still breathing deeply well aware of what he was about to do. He growled and sank his fangs into the femoral artery. Cordelia's body jerked at the pain, but he grabbed her hips and held her still as her blood flooded into his mouth. It was sooooo good. The taste of it was deep and rich beyond anything he could remember. He moans as a glorious warmth spread through his body. She too can't help but let out a moan as she feels him drink from her. She can feel the connection, can feel him taking her in, making her part of him. Binding them together.
It took all of his willpower to pull away after only a few swallows, but he did and pulls away from her. She looked at him as he licked his lips of her blood. Another line that they had crossed. She thinks that she ought to be angry with him or afraid but feeling their connection was overpowering. In his icy blue eyes, she found herself getting lost in them all over again.
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Cordelia ran as fast she could. Away from the library, away from Xander and the others and away from the danger that was the vampires that had attacked them there. She ran as fast as her legs carried her unsure of what she should do. Should she find Buffy? Go home? Go to the police? Whatever the options she didn't have time to choose one as she was well aware now she was being chased by a rather ugly looking vampire. He was laughing as she tried to spirt away, he gave chase eager to suck this one dry. Cordelia ran into an open graveyard, which given the sheer large number of them in this town wasn't a hard thing to do. He got closer and closer as she began to tire and run out of breath. Laughing again he caught up with her and grabbed her in his loathsome arms.
"Where do you think you are going little girl?!" He laughed in her ear before turning her to face him. "Are you terrified?" The vampire mocked her. "Are you scared?" His voice was threatening. He looked huge, as tall as Angel and just as broad-shouldered, though he had nothing on him in the hottie department. There was a green tint to his dead flesh, a sinful sneer on his face as he wrapped his hand around her throat and lifted her up onto her toes.
She wanted to show that she was tough, but Cordelia couldn't stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks, "N-n-no..."
"Liar." The vampire smiled, then closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. "I can smell your fear." He leaned in close to rub his cheek against her hair and buried his nose into its silken depths to scent her. He used his free hand to squeeze her ass, moving it up before she could do more than squirm against him to test the weight of a breast. "Mmm, you are perfection. I think I might sire you as my mate." He licked his lips he was going to enjoy this kill. Or at least he would have had he not been knocked down by a blur of bleach blond vampire. Cordelia let out a deep breath as she watched the two vampires wrestle on the ground. The fearful butterflies swirling in her stomach dissipated as Cordelia's confidence grew. Her dark prince was here and now she was safe.
Kicking Spike away the vampire looked shocked. "You!" He exclaimed staring at Spike in amazement. "What are you doing here?!"
For once not making with the jokes or comments Spike rushed into meeting one of his minions head on. His opponent was taller than him but all show and no technique. There was a fluid grace to Spike's movements despite the fury of the battle. He kept moving, pressing forward, forcing the other vampire to adjust his position and stay on the defence. Spike was faster and more experienced in a brawl knowing when to hit and when to duck. Point proving when he managed to spin kick the vampire into a gravestone. The vampire cursed spitting out blood and launched himself back at Spike.
Keeping an eye on the two waring vampires and not where she was going Cordelia's foot caught on something. She was falling and the sound of her cry pierced the air. Cordelia crying out as she fell she found dirt and darkness surrounded her as she lay stunned in small dark space.
"Spike?" Her voice was hoarse from where the vampire had held her throat. Oh, God this was not happening she told herself as she realised, she was in a grave. The broken lid of a coffin lay shattered amid the torn satin lining. She moved her hands, somehow knowing that the occupant of the coffin was already gone. Actually, relieved by that thought, she stood on the exposed edge of the coffin and struggled to pull herself up out of the grave.
"Are you okay?" Spike moved over to help her up despite the fact that he was still in the middle of the fight having once again knocked the other vampire to the ground.
Cordelia's eyes went wide as she saw the ugly vampire come rushing towards Spike from behind. "Behind you!" As if he had known the vampire was there all along, Spike whirled, stake in hand, to plunge it deep into his chest with perfect accuracy. It crumbled into dusty ashes that fluttered to the ground. Cordelia waved at the air trying to stop the dust from settling into her hair. The blond vampire lifted her to her feet and stepped back to check her out for injuries. She was making an awful lot of noise for someone who was not physically hurt. "Eww! Oh God. Yuck. I'm covered in grave dirt," Cordelia was close to tears as she was before as she held out the corner of her silk blouse for his inspection. There was a dark smudge just below her right breast. "Is that a blood stain?" She said in an outraged tone causing Spike to shake his head in disbelief. Americans!
Grabbing her by the hand he lead her away fearful that the might be other vampires in the area. He lead her towards the back of the graveyard into a crypt. Checking around to see if they were being followed or if there were any vampires in around, he opens the door and leads her inside. Closing the door behind them he turns and finally addresses Cordelia now, "I didn't know you were such a good runner. I'm impressed." Cordelia glared at him and explained in detail recent events. From Buffy finding the Mrs Calendar's disk to Willow's resurrection spell to the attack in the library which she had just run away from.
"He attacked the Scoobies," Spike muttered considering Angelus's actions. Bold move that may hurt the slayer in a way she might never ever recover from but at the same time it could also leave one dealing with a very brassed off slayer. No Angelus wasn't reckless or stupid to risk the slayer's wraith unless he needed something… her Watcher! If anyone knew what how to unleash that stone demon it would be that wanker! "He wants the Watcher," Spike stated causing Cordelia to look at him. "He needs the Watcher's knowledge, he already tried to awaken Acathla but failed. He is betting on the Watcher having the information he needs."
"Giles would rather die than tell him anything," Cordelia replied full of conviction.
Spike smiled. "Trust me there is a part of Angelus who will want the Englishman to keep his lips sealed. He's a sadistic fuck Angelus! He gets off torturing his victims and will be more than happy and creative in torturing the old man… and then the world will go to hell." More like he'll turned the world upside-fucking-down Spike grimly thought.
Cordelia took in his face and the expression he was carrying. "You don't seem all that happy about that fact."
"What surprised I'm not skipping around with glee?" Spike asked sarcastically and somewhat bitterly. Cordelia waited for a reply and the blond vampire finally caved in. "I don't want to burn; I quite like it the way it is. Billions of people walking around just begging to be sucked dry, good pints waiting to drunk and other pleasures in this world to enjoy." He didn't meet her eyes at that, but the implication was clear.
Cordelia considered what the vampire had said so he wasn't keen on the world ending that could be useful right about now when things were looking grim. "So why don't you do something about it!?" She asked him.
Spike turned to her in surprise. "I take it that's a rhetorical question?" he deadpanned.
Cordelia rolled her eyes and pushed on. "Look you are the one who says that the others merely tolerate you and that Angelus truly hates you. Right now, you are the Omega of the pack! The bottom of the ladder! You think that is going to change once the world is on fire?"
She had a point annoyingly Spike considered but if he was to do anything he'd have to take on Peaches for control and despite healing Spike knew he was no match for Angelus thanks the older vampire's skill and manipulation of Drusilla. That meant only one option as much as it sicken him. "The slayer," he almost spat the word out.
"You think Buffy is still alive?" Cordelia asked him somewhat hopefully.
"Are you kidding?! Angelus miss a chance to gloat at her failure to keep her friends safe?" Spike asked her before continuing. "Trust me she is safe… and she is the only chance I've got to take that bastard down."
He now stood toe to toe with Cordelia. "Fear is almost as tasty as arousal, that's what Angelus taught me. Good teacher that one when he wasn't being a massive wanker. He used to try and teach me how to savour the moment, and how sexual the Hunt can be..." Spike leaned down and licked the side of her throat. Cordy shivered at the coldness of his tongue and gasped in a mixture of fear and desire and shame.
"I'm not really interested in doing it in small dusty crypt," she stated but was cut off by Spike leaning in and giving her a deep kiss. Spike's kiss swept softly across the warmth of her lips. A muttered protest faded to a sigh as the light between them vanished, as her eyes closed. Gently, his fingertips skimmed across her hips, flesh rasping against silk, moving upward, leaving an internal wake of fire. A sale at Versace had nothing on this.
"Come on love," Spike muttered against her lips. "You always like it when it is a new experience why not let me shag you royally in this crypt." The brash crudeness of his response only excited her, sending a jolt straight to her womb. It sounded thrilling. The image popping into her head of their clothes strewn across the floor and his nude body covering hers only added to her arousal. Spike obviously sensed it because his grin only widened.
Sending him a naturally sultry look, Cordelia inquired, "So exactly what do you have in mind?"
Spike felt his body tighten in anticipation. What didn't he have in mind? There was not an inch of her that would remain unexplored by morning. Cordelia was all his and he was going to take everything he could and more. Dipping her head slightly he gave her a deep kiss that promised much, Cordelia moaned a little as her hands slid around his enjoying taste and feel. Cordelia's breath was sweet and came in soft pants. The spicy scent of arousal hung between them. As the kiss continued, Spike could smell her arousal building. Cordelia pressed against him, her leg coming up to wrap around Spike's undead form. The vampire reached beneath her thigh with one hand, the other snaking around her back. Cordelia's arms draped over his shoulders, holding him tightly as they moaned into each other's mouths.
He picked her up, pressing her against the wall. The impact made her groan slightly, and then her tongue began to press back against Spike's. How often in the past had they expressed their feelings for each other in this way? Words had never sufficed between them. "Spike," she whispered into his ear the moment their lips broke apart. He kissed the side of her neck. She was hot and flushed against him. "Take me Spike, please!"
Their eyes met, and Spike kissed her again. Their tongues danced around each other, hard and wet. Cordelia's hands traced through Spike's short hair, and Cordelia breathed heavily through her nose as they kissed. They began to writhe gently against each other, Cordelia pressing against the vampire. His long trademark coat falling to the floor pushed off by Cordelia, her own shirt being pulled off by Spike as he growled kissing and tasting the flesh of her neck and shoulders. The fire they felt for each other, the need overpowering them both. Her bra was slipped off soon after, as Cordelia and Spike's tongues massaged against one another. Spike once again took control, reaching around, cupping Cordelia's ass, and pulling her off the floor. Without a word, Cordelia's legs wrapped around Spike's waist, and the vampire carried her into the table in the middle of the crypt.
Laying her on the middle of the table Spike stripped his shirt off drinking in the sight of her. Topless, breathing deeply and looking at him with want and need in her eyes she is a glorious sight. Her skin glowed with life and the demon inside of him roared to life crazy to touch her. As he unbuttoned his jeans, he came closer, the smell of her blood, the familiar beat of her pulse pulled at him. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, he looked at her like she was made of chocolate, hunger, and lust warring in his eyes. She knew he could hear her heart speeding up, her muscles tensing and her arousal for him as he pushed down his jeans and threw off his shoes. Removing her own jeans for him she gazed at him full of lust, the knowledge that he had her, that she was *his* gave him the confidence to move in and tilt her head back for one deep kiss.
She felt his eager hands caress her body as she gave into his long probing kiss with his hand firmly cradling her head. Cordelia gripped his shoulders, her hands moving restlessly, her hips arching off the old table with each caress. A thumb hooked under the elastic edge of her panties. Instantly still and wide-eyed, Cordelia stared down at the hand slowly disappearing beneath the black silk. Fingers threaded through the hidden curls covering her mound reaching lower to cup her there where she was so hot, slick and sensitive. He held his hand there without moving it, just holding her there as he stared into her eyes. "Mine," Spike told her as morphed into his vampire state and shifted upward to claim her mouth again.
"Yours." She loved the idea. Cordelia eagerly accepted his kiss. It left her breathless and as ever hungry for more. A short while ago she had been in fear of her life against his kind now, she was biting her lip as one this one was taking her panties off. He slid them slowly down her legs, biding his time, tantalizing her as he went with a simultaneous caress. Tossing them away he swept his gaze across her wild hair, bare breasts, and lush golden skin. Reaching forward, she trailed a hand from his chest all the way down to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around him somewhere in the middle barely meeting as they circled his girth. "I want you so much," she admitted.
She was pressed down on the table in an instant covered by her vampire. Spike kissed her like a wild man, hungry and demanding. His mouth trailed across to her throat. He licked her there, grazed blunt teeth across her pulse point and licked again, tasting the rise of blood to the surface. Again, Spike's skilled hands found her breasts, bringing sensitive nipples to their peaks with talented fingers. Cordelia arched towards the gentle torture. As she did so, he abandoned her ravishment of her mouth and bent his head to take a rosy nipple between his lips, grazing the hardened nub with his fanged teeth. Below, she could feel his erection pressing into her thigh. Shifting instinctively, she moved so he came into contact with her aching centre. They both moaned with Spike's hips bucked forward, the contact setting off sparklers again. Reaching down between them, Spike took his cock in hand, positioning the tip at her opening, sliding it around the wetness of her outer lips before penetrating her hard in one sharp thrust.
Cordelia clasped her legs around his back, her hips shifting into his thrusts. God, yes, that was good. She smiled into his shoulder as she held on tight. Kissing her way up to his ear, she nipped at the lobe. "I love when you fuck me!" Each hard stroke brought her closer and closer to the fireworks set to go off inside her. His eyes never left her as he thrusted into her, groaning at how good she feels, how perfect she is. He had started slowly moving inside of her with the brunette matching him thrust for thrust before he began to move harder and more forcefully. The table creaked and groaned in protest while she was gasping for breath while Spike relentlessly fucked her engorged clit.
Sensing that her climax was nearing, Cordelia bucked her hips, forcing the vampire to up the pace. His body banged into hers almost painfully, but Cordelia didn't want him to stop. She screamed as she came, clutching his muscular ass with both hands and grinding into him. The intensity of her orgasm always so strong and overpowering sending her to cloud 9. Their hands coasted across each other's skin now glistening with sweat. They kissed tenderly with Spike whispering to her quietly. "Are you mine Cordelia?" He slowed his pace right down to a slow pace, steady as a metronome and safe as a rocking chair. Very unSpike like.
"Yes," Cordelia replied caressing his face with her hand. "God yes!" She had never been so sure of something in her life. She tries to hurry him, bucking her hips against him, but he keeps control, holds her close, feeling her heartbeat pounding against his hollow chest.
Hearing the confirmation Spike nuzzled her jaw pushing it to expose the turn of her throat to his view. "Always and forever?" He asked her as his lips grazed her silky skin.
"Always," she replied not sure where this was going.
He grabbed her throat, paused for a moment to savour the terror in her eyes then wrenched her head back, exposing the white throat, the pulsing vein he'd denied himself all these weeks, he sung his fangs in deep. Cordelia gasped as the fangs pierced her neck. Momentary pain followed by wet warmth and the sensation of Spike's open mouth and tongue. The blood, her blood began oozing into his mouth, excruciating ecstasy. Her sweet blood. He groaned and began to thrust, building to his peak. Dizziness hit at the sound of gulping, shattered by ecstasy she lies too exhausted to care, much less protest as he drinks. She should be screaming for her life but instead she lies there as he drinks. Then he came with such intensity that he lifted his head away to call out her name during the last few hard thrusts, blood dripping down his fangs and mouth.
It was impossible to move, so Cordelia could only whisper his name. "Spike," it wasn't a plead for her life. He was very familiar with those nor was it a stab of anger it was almost acceptance of what was happening. Spike didn't bother to respond as he returned to her throat, Spike lapped at the blood leaking from the twin wounds. Pure pleasure rose from his chest in the form of a deep rumble. Her wonderful rich blood flowed down his throat, so good.
She felt her blood being drained and the vampire's tongue lapping sensually as he fed. Even now she felt a tingle of desire. During the whole feeding she can feel the connection, can feel him taking her in, making her part of him. Binding them together. Sealing her fate. Somewhere in the haze overtaking her, Cordelia muttered, "Could've loved you." She started to drift off and felt someone patting her cheek.
"Wake up. Open your eyes. Don't die on me yet," ordered Spike as he shifted to her side. "How do you feel?" He knew the answer of course as he could feel her heart starting to flutter, as it struggled to cope with the falling volume of blood. She wouldn't last much longer
Cordelia struggled to focus. His demon features in clear view almost proud at the fact. "I'm dying, you bastard. Take a guess."
Chuckling a little he cradles her and kisses her again; she can taste her own blood in his mouth. She thinks that she ought to be angry with him. Or afraid. But instead, it feels comforting, to know that it's finished, that the decision has been made. Gently threading his fingers through her hair, easing the wild strands away from the bite on her throat giving him an unobstructed view. "Feisty to the end. I'm going to watch you take your last breath."
"Thirsty," Cordelia muttered.
Spike lifted his arm, slit his wrist, and held it to her mouth. "Then drink, tigress. You may die, but I'll make sure you live again— as mine." She does as she is instructed to do. She feels like she is letting go of everything, falling into the darkness. She drinks more feeling colder and colder she felt as though the demon blood was freezing her from the inside or perhaps it is due to the blood loss. Weaker and weaker as the blood flowed down her throat, flowing through her, drowning her own voice, her will, her own self... she drank until she died finally giving into the darkness.
Spike moved away from her taking a moment to admire the girl lying before him now dead. He took picked up an old sheet from the corner. He tenderly covers her with the sheet, covering her from head to toe before he starts to dress himself. She will awaken in a day or so and she will be like him. A vampire, she mate forever and always.