A/N Just a quick warning, this chapter is more explicit then the
previous ones, reason the ratings been bumped up.
He's going all sorts of things to me, and all I can think about is that I ditched Willow today. I feel his hand slide up the underside of my thigh, and I hope that she isn't mad at me. Spike tore off my pants a while ago, and made a move to take off his own, but I stopped him by shoving the vampire against the stone wall of the crypt and kissing him hard, redoing the zipper and button of his jeans while I played battle with his tongue.
"Your dripping." His whisper is marking my skin with pinpricks. "So wet Slayer, so ready." The mummer makes me shiver as he takes the hand away to replace it with his tongue. I close my eyes, and wonder how I can make it up to my friend.
Tomorrow maybe. . . no, I have class. Friday should work, but doesn't she have that drama thing?
He's undone his pants again, but there already off and I don't have the energy to stop him from what he wants to claim as his. Not to say I don't know want it, because I do. And god, I open my eyes to see he's more desperate then I am.
He's not as big as he might let on. Not to say that he's inadequate, or even small, but he's nothing compared to Angel.
Don't think of that! I mentally scold myself. He pulls back to watch me with his eyes, waiting for a reaction. I smile and he lazily licks my clit with one drawn out motion. My body is reacting with one large spasm, but he's already moved onto other things. He wants my pleasure to come from his dick, not his tongue.
He's laying me on the bed, soft silk on my back and rough hands mapping out my stomach. It's the hard, cold touch that's sending me over the edge. Riley's to warm for me, and I wonder if I'm to warm for Spike. Then again, if I wasn't warm, what would be the difference between me and the shadows?
I don't have time to ponder that as he's asking me silently with his eyes if I'm ready. Ready to have a demon in me, to let the darkness claim my soul until it's smothered. Allow my ethics to fall between the cracks of the day and night, to give myself in full to the shadowed essence of the power.
I grab his shaft in my hands before he can realize it. His eyes become wide with the slight pain my fingernails inflict and the heat. I guess the last time he felt warmth there was when he was human. But from what I've gathered, he died a virgin. Technically, so did I.
I close my eyes. Fucking death has always been a high point of my life, but when I've got my self married to humanity it sets in a bit of guilt to the wrong of the it. The beds moving below me, so I guess he's preparing to. . .
FUCK!
It had been way to long since I've had something cold in me.
He starts slow, and I'm screaming inside for him to go faster. I rock my hips to meet his, and he gets the message.
"I'm going to take you for a ride Slayer." He mummers in my ear, ramming into me all the while. "I'm going to make you scream until you can't do anything but repeat my name."
Apart of me wants to smile at that, but more of me is petrified at the thought. Him in me feels better then it should, feels like the world finally made if okay for me to exist, or something like that. But it's wrong, I know that, it's the only fact I can cling onto as he converts me to the dark.
~~~
I'm laying beside him and trying to grasp onto the scrape memory of being with Angel.
Had it been this good?
Angel had touched me like I was goddess, and Riley kisses me like I'm human. Spike fucks me like a demon, like I'm apart of the night and he can wrap me up in the shadows.
I'm not sure if he's wrong.
One arm is draped over my shoulders, and a thumb is drawing invisible marks on my skin. My eyes are to the ceiling, and I can feel his gaze on me.
"I don't love you." I say without even thinking about it. The ministration stops for a brief moment before I continue. "I don't even like you."
The other arm comes down between my legs until it reaches my heat. He plays with the outer folds for effect and then jams two fingers up into me. I gasp into him.
The things is, I hadn't been wet before, and now I can feel my secretions.
"You may not like me Slayer." He whispers as his fingers begin to move inside me. "But you need me."
I moan into his body and my eyes meet his for a brief second. I don't mean to, but I plead for more.
He stops, and slides his fingers out just as orgasm was about to take me. He cocks his head, his eyes the only thing smiling. "Your going to lust after me. I'll be the only thing that satisfies you, the only thing that can make you wet." He takes the two fingers which are sticky with my fluids and brings them to his lips. Sniffing them before licking them clean.
I feel I should be disgusted, but I'm not.
"And you know why that is?" He asks, climbing over me until his dick is at my entrance. I arch my body to meet his out of pure and desperate lust, but he places a hand on my hip and forces me back down.
He kisses me once, and I'm surprised I can keep myself from coming. "It's because you hate me."
He thrusts himself into me, washing me over in orgasm with the realization.
He's right.
~~~
I stumble home under the shafted moonlight from the trees. I didn't patrol tonight and I know that I should at least make a quick sweep, but I'm to tired and I'm not sure I could react swiftly enough to keep myself alive.
I'm so numb with ecstasy that I can't even walk right.
Tonight had been my first experience with S and D. I've been equal partners with everybody else, hell even Parker let ride on top and come with him.
Spike kept my under the whole time, holding my wrists above my head until he fucked me to his orgasm. But when I did come, it had felt indescribably better then anything else.
It reminded me of my time with Angel.
I haven't even thought about Riley and each step brings me closer to him. What am I supposed to tell him?
Hey honey. Oh, where have I been? Spent the night fucking Spike because you can't sate me enough. Don't worry though, I still love you I just can stand the touch of you.
I'm standing outside our apartment and any energy that had returned seemed to leave with a soft caress of the wind.
I'm afraid. More scared then I was when facing the Mayor, Adam, Glory. They had been demons, that I can fight.
This, this is me. I love Riley, but I love him with the my human heart, which is only half my heart. Spike had been correct, as eerily often as that is, I need the demon.
Strike that, I need a vampire. Angel is really what I want. Sometimes I think that just spending the night in his arms would be just as satisfying as sleeping with Riley.
Doesn't matter though, because I can't have him. My option consist of a weak love sick human and a sadistic lust twisted vampire.
Maybe this is why Slayer aren't supposed to have social lives.
He's going all sorts of things to me, and all I can think about is that I ditched Willow today. I feel his hand slide up the underside of my thigh, and I hope that she isn't mad at me. Spike tore off my pants a while ago, and made a move to take off his own, but I stopped him by shoving the vampire against the stone wall of the crypt and kissing him hard, redoing the zipper and button of his jeans while I played battle with his tongue.
"Your dripping." His whisper is marking my skin with pinpricks. "So wet Slayer, so ready." The mummer makes me shiver as he takes the hand away to replace it with his tongue. I close my eyes, and wonder how I can make it up to my friend.
Tomorrow maybe. . . no, I have class. Friday should work, but doesn't she have that drama thing?
He's undone his pants again, but there already off and I don't have the energy to stop him from what he wants to claim as his. Not to say I don't know want it, because I do. And god, I open my eyes to see he's more desperate then I am.
He's not as big as he might let on. Not to say that he's inadequate, or even small, but he's nothing compared to Angel.
Don't think of that! I mentally scold myself. He pulls back to watch me with his eyes, waiting for a reaction. I smile and he lazily licks my clit with one drawn out motion. My body is reacting with one large spasm, but he's already moved onto other things. He wants my pleasure to come from his dick, not his tongue.
He's laying me on the bed, soft silk on my back and rough hands mapping out my stomach. It's the hard, cold touch that's sending me over the edge. Riley's to warm for me, and I wonder if I'm to warm for Spike. Then again, if I wasn't warm, what would be the difference between me and the shadows?
I don't have time to ponder that as he's asking me silently with his eyes if I'm ready. Ready to have a demon in me, to let the darkness claim my soul until it's smothered. Allow my ethics to fall between the cracks of the day and night, to give myself in full to the shadowed essence of the power.
I grab his shaft in my hands before he can realize it. His eyes become wide with the slight pain my fingernails inflict and the heat. I guess the last time he felt warmth there was when he was human. But from what I've gathered, he died a virgin. Technically, so did I.
I close my eyes. Fucking death has always been a high point of my life, but when I've got my self married to humanity it sets in a bit of guilt to the wrong of the it. The beds moving below me, so I guess he's preparing to. . .
FUCK!
It had been way to long since I've had something cold in me.
He starts slow, and I'm screaming inside for him to go faster. I rock my hips to meet his, and he gets the message.
"I'm going to take you for a ride Slayer." He mummers in my ear, ramming into me all the while. "I'm going to make you scream until you can't do anything but repeat my name."
Apart of me wants to smile at that, but more of me is petrified at the thought. Him in me feels better then it should, feels like the world finally made if okay for me to exist, or something like that. But it's wrong, I know that, it's the only fact I can cling onto as he converts me to the dark.
~~~
I'm laying beside him and trying to grasp onto the scrape memory of being with Angel.
Had it been this good?
Angel had touched me like I was goddess, and Riley kisses me like I'm human. Spike fucks me like a demon, like I'm apart of the night and he can wrap me up in the shadows.
I'm not sure if he's wrong.
One arm is draped over my shoulders, and a thumb is drawing invisible marks on my skin. My eyes are to the ceiling, and I can feel his gaze on me.
"I don't love you." I say without even thinking about it. The ministration stops for a brief moment before I continue. "I don't even like you."
The other arm comes down between my legs until it reaches my heat. He plays with the outer folds for effect and then jams two fingers up into me. I gasp into him.
The things is, I hadn't been wet before, and now I can feel my secretions.
"You may not like me Slayer." He whispers as his fingers begin to move inside me. "But you need me."
I moan into his body and my eyes meet his for a brief second. I don't mean to, but I plead for more.
He stops, and slides his fingers out just as orgasm was about to take me. He cocks his head, his eyes the only thing smiling. "Your going to lust after me. I'll be the only thing that satisfies you, the only thing that can make you wet." He takes the two fingers which are sticky with my fluids and brings them to his lips. Sniffing them before licking them clean.
I feel I should be disgusted, but I'm not.
"And you know why that is?" He asks, climbing over me until his dick is at my entrance. I arch my body to meet his out of pure and desperate lust, but he places a hand on my hip and forces me back down.
He kisses me once, and I'm surprised I can keep myself from coming. "It's because you hate me."
He thrusts himself into me, washing me over in orgasm with the realization.
He's right.
~~~
I stumble home under the shafted moonlight from the trees. I didn't patrol tonight and I know that I should at least make a quick sweep, but I'm to tired and I'm not sure I could react swiftly enough to keep myself alive.
I'm so numb with ecstasy that I can't even walk right.
Tonight had been my first experience with S and D. I've been equal partners with everybody else, hell even Parker let ride on top and come with him.
Spike kept my under the whole time, holding my wrists above my head until he fucked me to his orgasm. But when I did come, it had felt indescribably better then anything else.
It reminded me of my time with Angel.
I haven't even thought about Riley and each step brings me closer to him. What am I supposed to tell him?
Hey honey. Oh, where have I been? Spent the night fucking Spike because you can't sate me enough. Don't worry though, I still love you I just can stand the touch of you.
I'm standing outside our apartment and any energy that had returned seemed to leave with a soft caress of the wind.
I'm afraid. More scared then I was when facing the Mayor, Adam, Glory. They had been demons, that I can fight.
This, this is me. I love Riley, but I love him with the my human heart, which is only half my heart. Spike had been correct, as eerily often as that is, I need the demon.
Strike that, I need a vampire. Angel is really what I want. Sometimes I think that just spending the night in his arms would be just as satisfying as sleeping with Riley.
Doesn't matter though, because I can't have him. My option consist of a weak love sick human and a sadistic lust twisted vampire.
Maybe this is why Slayer aren't supposed to have social lives.