Buffy woke to Spike struggling in his sleep. Not struggling too hard, but
twisting a bit in his restraints. He was also moaning. Moaning her name.
Buffy smiled sleepily and lazily reached over to his chest and traced her
way down to his groin. By the feel of things, he seemed to be having a
pleasant dream. She couldn't resist giving him a little midnight happy, or
midmorning as the vague light from the blinds showed. She sat up and as
she unzipped his pants, she thought about how long it had been since she
had done this. The she paused, wondering if he would be upset by this. He
had said he wanted to go slowly with her. She promised not to push......but
surely a little t.l.c. couldn't hurt anything. Besides, he was chained up.
He couldn't hurt her, like he seemed to be afraid of doing. As she took
him in her mouth, he let out a long sigh, followed by another moan.
"Buffy....." he breathed.
"Mmm hmmm," Buffy hummed around his member.
"Oh, God......so warm......" He was waking now and Buffy looked up at him from her position and gave him a wink. He had a lazy smile on his face, but a split second later, he was yelling at her and struggling to get away from her.
'Stupid, stupid Buffy. He said slow, he meant slow.....'
"What in the good Lord's name do you think you're doing?! Stop that! How did you......oh, dear......what's happening?" William curled away from her, trying to hide his rather large sign of arousal.
"Um, I'm sorry, I was just.....oh god.....I didn't know that you'd.......I'm sorry.....William."
His hands still bound, William remained turned from her and spoke over his shoulder. "I suppose you and *he* were engaged in some sordid behaviors. This.....this just isn't proper. You and I aren't even betrothed! Why am I sharing a bed with you and *why* in heaven's name am I in manacles?! Was he......" William suddenly got very quiet. "Did he hurt you? Is that why you had to restrain him? Was he forcing you to do that? No, no.....how could he, chained as he was?......"
Buffy sighed. "I'm sorry, William. Spike and I weren't doing anything. I just thought......well, sometimes he liked me to wake him up like that and-- "
"Enough! I'd thank you not to share any details. The vague memories I have are quite vivid enough. Now if you'll be so kind as to release me so that I can......set myself right here......"
Buffy reached for his pants. "Here, let me--"
William jerked out of her reach. "Thank you, no. I'd rather take care of it myself."
Buffy reached to her nightstand for the key. When she had uncuffed both his hands, he lept out of bed with his back to her. After a moment of adjusting, he turned to face her. "Look, I realize this situation he's gotten us all into is regretful to say the least, but I'd request that you refrain from those types of behaviors while I am.....in control."
Buffy looked away from him and nodded her head. "I didn't think.....I mean.....sorry."
William's face softened. "Well, now, that's not to say it wasn't......pleasurable. It's just......I'm accustomed to a certain protocol in dealings with members of the feminine persuasion."
Buffy frowned and looked up at William. "Spike really talked like this? I never would have guessed he was quite so highbrow."
William raised an eyebrow. "Yes, well......he's come.....far, hasn't he? The way he speaks, you'd think he was raised in a workhouse. And his manners.....I know the things you two have done. Well, some of the things. And outside wedlock, honestly. You'd think mother never taught us better. And I never thought a woman such as yourself would behave in such a way. Now, don't misunderstand me. I realize that 'times are different'. Doesn't excuse the disregard for good raising, however."
Buffy ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "I think he got a lot of these manners after he became a vampire."
William stiffened. "Yes, of course. When the demon pushed me back. When *it* took control." William hung his head and sat on the bed next to Buffy. "It was my fault, you know. Spike.....he's my fault. That night, I was terribly upset about......something or another, I can't recall. And Drusilla happened upon me in a moment of weakness. She was....." William's face lit for just a moment before turning somber again. ".....very seductive. I felt.....powerless. But I was also happy to give up the power just then. Not that I ever had much when confronted with beautiful women, that is." William gave Buffy a shy smile. She returned it, but it didn't reach her eyes as she was very consumed with what he was saying. He sighed. "Everything he's done, every person he's killed......it's all my fault. I allowed it to happen. I allowed myself to be taken over. Allowed my soul to be stolen from me."
Buffy put her hand on his shoulder. "Look, I know that Drusilla has a.....way about her. She has this trance thing she does.....it's not your fault."
William stood up and shook his head. "It wasn't a trance or any other kind of mesmerization. I wanted it. I wanted her, because at that moment I.....fell for her. I knew in a split second that I would do anything for her. It's because of a woman that I was turned into him. Because of a woman that I.....he.....that so many people are dead now. It's why we're a bit.....hesitant to commence a relationship with you. I wonder what could go wrong now. Now that he's....." William looked down shyly. ".....that *we* are so taken by you. Besides you, we've loved 3 women in our life and unlife......only heartache has resulted. It's not so strange to be wary of loving another. Especially with a love that consumes him, us, so completely. Buffy, do not think that the things you've done with him......the intimate things, don't think that I would not like to engage in, well......my propriety and respect for you forbid it. But well.....what I mean to say is.....perhaps I am allowed to the foreground because Spike sought and found our soul. He did this for you, so a different part of me wonders if there could be anything bad about such a love.
And I want you to know, his love for you reached even me. This isn't to say that I've ever been separate from him, save now. Just that...he's always kept this part of himself, that is now me, suppressed. But I, in this incarnation, remember the love. And to be sure, I remember his love for Drusilla. How could I not, having been the one to love her first? But once the demon took over firmly, she had no use for me. The passion of the demon is what she wanted. Not that of the poet. Trained him to be a killer and I.....well, I didn't have much place there. But when he fell for you.....he felt alive again. *I* felt alive. Even though he rarely let me be seen, he couldn't hold me down anymore. You touched the remnants of humanity he had left in him. And he hated it. He hated the feelings he had for you at first. He hated that I was becoming more prominent. Again, not *I* as a separation, but *I* as his more human side. But then he, we, just gave in to it. Gave in to the feelings. That's when.....do you know that we wrote you poems? Not good ones, never good ones, but the feeling was there. And while he would always try to act the ruffian, he allowed me more and more leeway. And sometimes.......oh.....oh dear." William pitched forward and grasped his head. Through gritted teeth he explained, "Perhaps he's feeling I've monopolized your time. I think he's wishing I wouldn't divulge such intimacies......" He dropped to his knees, doubled over and gave a loud, guttural growl.
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"Buffy....." he breathed.
"Mmm hmmm," Buffy hummed around his member.
"Oh, God......so warm......" He was waking now and Buffy looked up at him from her position and gave him a wink. He had a lazy smile on his face, but a split second later, he was yelling at her and struggling to get away from her.
'Stupid, stupid Buffy. He said slow, he meant slow.....'
"What in the good Lord's name do you think you're doing?! Stop that! How did you......oh, dear......what's happening?" William curled away from her, trying to hide his rather large sign of arousal.
"Um, I'm sorry, I was just.....oh god.....I didn't know that you'd.......I'm sorry.....William."
His hands still bound, William remained turned from her and spoke over his shoulder. "I suppose you and *he* were engaged in some sordid behaviors. This.....this just isn't proper. You and I aren't even betrothed! Why am I sharing a bed with you and *why* in heaven's name am I in manacles?! Was he......" William suddenly got very quiet. "Did he hurt you? Is that why you had to restrain him? Was he forcing you to do that? No, no.....how could he, chained as he was?......"
Buffy sighed. "I'm sorry, William. Spike and I weren't doing anything. I just thought......well, sometimes he liked me to wake him up like that and-- "
"Enough! I'd thank you not to share any details. The vague memories I have are quite vivid enough. Now if you'll be so kind as to release me so that I can......set myself right here......"
Buffy reached for his pants. "Here, let me--"
William jerked out of her reach. "Thank you, no. I'd rather take care of it myself."
Buffy reached to her nightstand for the key. When she had uncuffed both his hands, he lept out of bed with his back to her. After a moment of adjusting, he turned to face her. "Look, I realize this situation he's gotten us all into is regretful to say the least, but I'd request that you refrain from those types of behaviors while I am.....in control."
Buffy looked away from him and nodded her head. "I didn't think.....I mean.....sorry."
William's face softened. "Well, now, that's not to say it wasn't......pleasurable. It's just......I'm accustomed to a certain protocol in dealings with members of the feminine persuasion."
Buffy frowned and looked up at William. "Spike really talked like this? I never would have guessed he was quite so highbrow."
William raised an eyebrow. "Yes, well......he's come.....far, hasn't he? The way he speaks, you'd think he was raised in a workhouse. And his manners.....I know the things you two have done. Well, some of the things. And outside wedlock, honestly. You'd think mother never taught us better. And I never thought a woman such as yourself would behave in such a way. Now, don't misunderstand me. I realize that 'times are different'. Doesn't excuse the disregard for good raising, however."
Buffy ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "I think he got a lot of these manners after he became a vampire."
William stiffened. "Yes, of course. When the demon pushed me back. When *it* took control." William hung his head and sat on the bed next to Buffy. "It was my fault, you know. Spike.....he's my fault. That night, I was terribly upset about......something or another, I can't recall. And Drusilla happened upon me in a moment of weakness. She was....." William's face lit for just a moment before turning somber again. ".....very seductive. I felt.....powerless. But I was also happy to give up the power just then. Not that I ever had much when confronted with beautiful women, that is." William gave Buffy a shy smile. She returned it, but it didn't reach her eyes as she was very consumed with what he was saying. He sighed. "Everything he's done, every person he's killed......it's all my fault. I allowed it to happen. I allowed myself to be taken over. Allowed my soul to be stolen from me."
Buffy put her hand on his shoulder. "Look, I know that Drusilla has a.....way about her. She has this trance thing she does.....it's not your fault."
William stood up and shook his head. "It wasn't a trance or any other kind of mesmerization. I wanted it. I wanted her, because at that moment I.....fell for her. I knew in a split second that I would do anything for her. It's because of a woman that I was turned into him. Because of a woman that I.....he.....that so many people are dead now. It's why we're a bit.....hesitant to commence a relationship with you. I wonder what could go wrong now. Now that he's....." William looked down shyly. ".....that *we* are so taken by you. Besides you, we've loved 3 women in our life and unlife......only heartache has resulted. It's not so strange to be wary of loving another. Especially with a love that consumes him, us, so completely. Buffy, do not think that the things you've done with him......the intimate things, don't think that I would not like to engage in, well......my propriety and respect for you forbid it. But well.....what I mean to say is.....perhaps I am allowed to the foreground because Spike sought and found our soul. He did this for you, so a different part of me wonders if there could be anything bad about such a love.
And I want you to know, his love for you reached even me. This isn't to say that I've ever been separate from him, save now. Just that...he's always kept this part of himself, that is now me, suppressed. But I, in this incarnation, remember the love. And to be sure, I remember his love for Drusilla. How could I not, having been the one to love her first? But once the demon took over firmly, she had no use for me. The passion of the demon is what she wanted. Not that of the poet. Trained him to be a killer and I.....well, I didn't have much place there. But when he fell for you.....he felt alive again. *I* felt alive. Even though he rarely let me be seen, he couldn't hold me down anymore. You touched the remnants of humanity he had left in him. And he hated it. He hated the feelings he had for you at first. He hated that I was becoming more prominent. Again, not *I* as a separation, but *I* as his more human side. But then he, we, just gave in to it. Gave in to the feelings. That's when.....do you know that we wrote you poems? Not good ones, never good ones, but the feeling was there. And while he would always try to act the ruffian, he allowed me more and more leeway. And sometimes.......oh.....oh dear." William pitched forward and grasped his head. Through gritted teeth he explained, "Perhaps he's feeling I've monopolized your time. I think he's wishing I wouldn't divulge such intimacies......" He dropped to his knees, doubled over and gave a loud, guttural growl.
**
TBC