Chapter 36B

Bonding

She'd been gone for less than a minute when Spike felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach. A knawing feeling that something was wrong. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the corner. His socks and boots followed as he eagerly undressed. His hand made its way to the buttons of his jeans and a sense of nausea passed through him. He eased his way onto the couch as his head began to swim. Closing his eyes, trying to steady the spinning room, he felt a presence.

"Are you okay?" Angel asked.

Spike looked up at the other man who was standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, staring at him intently. "Came over a bit queasy's all."

Angel nodded and turned his eyes toward the fire. A long moment of silence passed between them before he spoke again. "I'm sorry."

Brown eyes met blue ones. "For what?"

"For the kiss. It just felt....right. Seeing you like that, I couldn't help it." His gaze traveled back to the comfort of the fire. "I wanted her so badly."

"I know."

"That doesn't bother you?" he asked, turning his attention back to the blonde.

"Bloody hell, Angel. You're cursed, not dead." A knowing looked passed between them. "Okay, technically... But you're still a man for Christ sake. I'd be calling you a ponce if I didn't think you'd get a hard on for her. Figured you'd left to go toss off somewhere."

"It's hard, being here. Seeing the two of you," Angel said, ignoring Spike's comment and trying not to look too guilty.

"No one said you had to stay, mate."

"I wanted to. I needed to see it done. I love Buffy, I'll never deny that..... and I think I was looking for the closure I needed to let her go."

"Did you find it?"

"I know she's happy. That's good enough."

"Well then why don't you toddle off and let us have a proper shag, would ya?" Spike asked, motioning him toward the door.

Angel glared. "Could you be any more obnoxious?"

"That's for the slayer's ears only, peaches. Now if you don't mind...." He stood, fighting the nauseous feeling still churning in his stomach, and returned his attention to removing the last of his clothes. He heard the door shut behind him as Angel finally left.

Standing naked, waiting for Buffy to return, he made his way to his duster to fish a much-needed cigarette out of his pocket. As he flicked open the Zippo, the sickness began to subside and was replaced with the familiar tingling he associated with Buffy. He returned the unlit stick to his pocket and looked at her curiously.

"That was weird."

"What, pet?"

"Well, I was in the bathroom trying my hardest not to heave everything in my stomach. I figured it was the drink, or the blood. Now I feel fine. As soon as I saw you....."

"The feeling went away."

"Yeah."

"And now you can't think of anything other than throwing me down and fucking me raw?"

She pondered him with lust filled eyes. "That about covers it."

He grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the blanket. "I had the same feeling, luv. Came over sick soon as you left. Now......" His eyes traveled down the length of her body. "I've never wanted to be inside you so bad."

"I need to feel you, Spike. I need you touching me, feeling me..... tasting me."

He pulled her to him, plunging his lips to hers, winding his fingers through her long blonde hair. Without realizing it, they were on the floor, his body beneath hers, kneading and caressing every available body part between them.

Buffy sat up on her knees to straddle his body as Spike grabbed her hips with both hands, guiding her over top of his erection. He released one hand from her to wrap it around his length. He pushed his slick head against her most sensitive spot, rubbing against the swollen nub, warranting a gasp and moan from both of them.

"I can't wait, luv. I need you." He stopped the teasing and pushed into her, her wetness allowing him to slide all the way in.

Buffy squeezed the muscles she knew he liked and began to raise slowly, milking him as she went. He pulled her back down and grabbed her hips again, stopping all movement.

"Stop, luv. Don't move or I'm gonna come." He shifted positions so he could sit up with her in his lap. His lips grabbed hers and hungrily latched on.

She stopped and stared into the human-like eyes gazing back at her wondering when he'd returned to his human visage. "I had no idea."

He looked at her questioningly.

"I had no idea I could feel any deeper than I already did. I want to stay like this forever."

"It's like a craving I can't stop. I can't get enough of you," he agreed.

His eyes flickered yellow and a low growl eased its way out. She placed her hands on the back of his neck and leaned her head back, exposing her throat. "I know what you want. I feel it."

Buffy watched as his features shifted. She felt the heat in her body center around the area where he was still buried deep within her. The growl grew louder, turning to one of animal possessiveness. She closed her eyes when she felt the prick of his fangs barely entering her. She moaned loudly, flexing her muscles tightly around the throbbing hardness inside her body.

The feeling made Spike's demon loose all sense of his surroundings. He pushed Buffy back roughly against the floor and pierced deep into the vein he knew would taste like ambrosia. Her blood began to pour over his tongue, and he heard her voice rising as she began thrusting against him. Her arms grabbed at him to pull his body as far inside as he could go.

"Oh, god, Spike. So good.... you feel so good. Harder, please.... I need you to.... oh, yeah, just like that.....I'm gonna......"

He pounded into her, feeling the tight clench and release of her muscles as she began to convulse around him. His body tensed and he pushed his hips as tight as he could against her to allow the deepest penetration as he came. He felt the sting as her nails sunk into his ass, pulling him closer as her back arched causing her head to fall further back. He regained the hold on her neck, still sucking, not wanting to let go of the incredible feeling.

He felt her heartbeat slowing as the effect of her orgasm began to wear off and her breathing started to return to normal. He forced the demon back, pulling from her neck as fangs retreated into hiding and ridges disappeared into smooth skin. Spike closed his eyes and rolled off onto his back, resting his arms under his head, relishing in the moment. Buffy snuggled next to him, running lazy circles with her fingertips on his chest.

"Why didn't we do that before?"

"What, luv?"

"The whole biting thing. God, I felt like I was gonna explode."

"Well, pet, you would have been vacuuming up my remains if I'd tried that before."

She sighed as her lip rolled into a pout. "Yeah, I guess. But didn't you ever think about it?"

"Every bloody time, slayer."

She leaned in further to look up at him. "But you never tried."

"Like I said, I kind of like all my parts intact."

She rolled over, mimicking his position, lying on her back. "Mmmm.... I'd forgotten how erotic it was."

His eyebrow rose with genuine curiosity and a hint of jealousy. "Do tell, luv."

"No, you definitely don't want to know. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Too late," he insisted, rolling over on his side with his head raised on his elbow. "It's not like I'm completely daft." His finger brushed up to rub the old scar on her neck. "I know I'm not the first to taste you."

"And I'm sure you know who was."

"Assumed."

"It wasn't what you're thinking. Angel was dying. My blood was the only thing that could save him."

"How bloody hospitable of you, slayer."

"It was the right thing to do. The only thing I could do."

"Always the hero. That's my girl. Got off on it, didn't you? Let him sink his fangs in..." He nuzzled closer, nipping her neck with blunt teeth. "I bet he was hard..... yeah, bet he was so bloody hard he wanted to bury himself inside you while he sunk his teeth in."

"It wasn't like that," she whispered breathlessly.

"Yes it was."

His hand slowly traveled down the length of her body, a fresh scent of arousal invading his nostrils. She tensed as he rubbed her painfully slow and then dipped a finger into her wetness. "I can imagine you squirmin' under him, wanting it all even if he couldn't give it to you. Did you come, slayer?" His finger stoked in and out, curving each time to rub the spot he'd grown to know she loved.

"Mmmmm..."

"You did, didn't you? There's nothing like the first time a vamp gets a hold of you. I bet you came harder than you ever had. Harder than the first time you let him inside you."

Her eyes closed tightly as the sensation began to build. The deep almost hypnotic sound of his voice was bringing her to the edge as his finger moved just right.

"Because there's nothing like the feeling of a vampire with its fangs buried deep inside your jugular. Always something sexual about it. Even during a kill, the smell of release made the draining that much better. They couldn't help it. And it always made me hard. You think it was any different for him?"

She began to pant, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

"Difference is, luv, he was the first one to taste you, but I'll always be the last."

Her body began to shudder as he let his fangs rip into the skin he'd been rubbing earlier. His finger sped as her orgasm ripped through her, knowing he was claiming what was his by leaving his mark over the one Angel had put there years ago. He didn't suck, the purpose only to mark her, claim her, make her his. When her body stilled, he pulled out and kissed her lips.

"Dracula bit me, too."

He rolled his eyes, an expression of exasperation evident in his gaze.

"Bloody hell, slayer."

"Sorry," she joked as an afterthought. "But that one doesn't count. He had magic or something. I couldn't help it."

"Thrall."

"What?"

"Thrall. Dracula uses gypsy parlor tricks. Anyone can do it. Not so special."

She eyed him suspiciously. "You sound jealous."

"Never did like the poncy bugger."

"You 'are' jealous!" she said, grinning ear to ear.

"What of it? Anyway, he welches on his bets. Never trust a bloke who cheats."

She looked accusingly at him. "Coming from a right, upstanding citizen such as yourself."

"Damn right, slayer. It's not cheating unless you get caught."

She smiled. It had been easy to forget that he was a demon with a demon's sense of morals. "As much as I would love to stay here forever, we should start heading back. We have a lot to do and not much time to do it in."

"You gonna let me in on this little plan of yours?" he asked as he stood and held out a hand to her.

"Not much of a plan really. I figure we'll just go in and kick ass."

"Works for me, pet. Works for me."