A/N: Based in season 6. Buffy died and came back.She and Spike are sleeping together. Dawn's the key and steals and all that other crap.
It's rated 'R' for future sexual references. It actually gets too graphic in sex scenes that I'm going to have to censor it and put it on adultfanfic. So when the time comes and you want to read it, I'll give you the site and you can. Of course you have to be 18 or older and blah blah blah.
A/N: Things in italic are spoken from the mind. So it isn't said aloud.
She was writhing on the bed. Perspiration was beaded up on her forehead and the edges of her sheets were grabbed into her hands. She was moaning deep in her throat causing raspy groans that sounded like she was dying slowly.
But, oh, how that wasn't so.
He knew what she was dreaming about. Thinking about. Moaning about. He was just in his own bed, dreaming it. It was one of the many times with William and Angelus.
William had just had his first big kill and was soaked in blood. Angelus was so proud; he couldn't stay away. And before William knew it, Angelus was all over him. His hands were in the younger's hair and their mouths were connected. Angelus tore off William's clothes and slammed him on the ground, his ass sticking in the air. He unbuckled his own pants and smashed himself into William. William started to grunt and Angelus took that as his cue to thrust faster. Just before they both were about to explode, Angelus vamped out and bit William's shoulder. The thrusting with the sensation of been drained made William loose his edge. He tensed, his muscles clenching, and orgasmed which caused Angelus to come. The two men, completely spent, lay tangled up on the ground.
"Angelus," she moaned, reaching her climax. Her breathing was ragged and she was still twisting and turning in her bed.
Spike deeply sighed.
He couldn't believe this happened. He had been slowly defiling her without either his or her knowledge. She was the most innocent and purest person he had ever known and there he was corrupting her with his thoughts. And he couldn't even help it! He was a dark and dirty monster. Evil thoughts and notions were one of his main fortes. But taking those thoughts and memories and doings and forcing them into a defenseless teenage girl-well, didn't make for a very proper girl.
He cursed Dawn for feeling this way. He had tarnished many people before in his life and never thought a second thing for it. But with Dawn it was different. He felt so guilty. He felt so dirty. To just know that she had those thoughts in her head made him feel like a dirty old man.
He slept with her sister for bloody sakes! He fucked her on a daily basis. And she would see that! She would see different girls orgasming underneath him, thrusting towards him, and doing other unmentionable acts with the girls. He could easily turn her on to girls. He could...
"Spike," she whispered, seeing his head cast downward and his shoulders hanging down low. She was still lying in the bed, her body covered with sheets.
Spike was standing in her doorway, leaning against the frame. He didn't even move when she called to him.
"Spike, please stop," she said softly. She patted a spot beside her which signaled for him to sit down. He quietly strolled over and sat down, but kept his glance downward. She gently rubbed his leg, showing that she was okay.
He didn't show anything.
"Goddamnit Spike. Please stop bogging me down with all of those thoughts. I just had a great dream," she smirked, her eyes smiling, "and I don't want to forget it."
He finally looked up at her and saw how big she was smiling. His face still held a frown.
"Spike. Love. You're doing anything but corrupting me." She flashed another smile and continued. "I mean, you would know that if you opened your link or bond or whatever the hell it's called and knew what I'm thinking." She backed up from where she was sitting and rested her head on the wall. "I'm a very naughty girl, you see."
"Just don't tell anyone," she whispered as she saw him in deep concentration.
He opened up his link with caution, going against his better judgment. After all, the link had been open for day, for her anyway, and her thoughts could be on backup. Backup that would explode into his head and overwhelm him. But he opened it up anyway.
And, oh how he got assaulted by her thoughts.
Everyone was seated in a circle. She was sitting beside a boy who wouldn't stop touching her leg. She slapped him and giggled, telling him that she really didn't want him to stop. There was an empty liquor bottle in the middle of the circle. A boy spins it and it points at her. The boy who spun gets on his knees and leans forward to kiss her. She then...
I hope he doesn't regret this. I'd be devastated to find out what he reads. Wow, he's incredibly sexy with his eyes closed like that. It makes him seem...
She's at the mall, now, with a group of her girl friends. Their clothes are too tight and too revealing. And the cigarettes that are dangling from their mouths are not too appealing. They walk into a teen store and immediately beeline towards the changing rooms after grabbing many clothing pieces. Dawn stares at herself in the mirror and starts appraising herself. Self-hatred comes to her mind when she sees how her arms jiggle too much and how small her breasts were. Shaking it off, she started to stuff the clothing in her own clothes and walked out. All of her friends came out at the same time and walked out of the store, new clothing in their mist...
She was not a day older than eleven. And she was mad. Greater than mad because she and Buffy had a fight! It was a big fight too. Buffy was all mad because Dawn was trying on her makeup. It wasn't her fault that Buffy had pretty things. So she ran to the last place that Buffy would ever find her- the graveyard. She walked to a place where she heard noises. Everything was dark, so she quietly walked in. And what she saw made her young eyes go wide. A blonde hair man and a dark-haired man were arguing violently. They were both bare chested and looking absolutely...ravishing. She stares at them for a little while, wondering who they were. But everything flew from her mind, when the dark haired man grabbed the blonde's and crashed his lips onto each others. Then the blonde...
She's thrusting three fingers inside of herself. She's slightly panting and so very hot. Moans come deep from her throat as she pinches her bundle of nerves with her free hand. She thinks about the two vampires who were sucking and nibbling and biting each other so many years ago. She's probing faster and faster until she's..
"Dawn, no means no!" her mother yelled, her face flustered and red. Dawn ran to her room and slammed the door. She locked it. Dressed in a red halter and a short, jean skirt, she opened her window and climbed out. Walking down the street, she...
She poked her skin and it felt real. She did feel real, but she wasn't. She couldn't. This was just a shell and energy was bottled in her body and she needed to get it out. She needed to see if she was real. Seeing a glinting object, she walked over to the knife and grabbed it. She stared at it. She traced the blade with her finger. The knife was real. Taking the knife in her hand she pressed it into her arm. Putting as much pressure as she could, she drew the knife backwards and watched as blood beaded to the top. Blood was real. If she bleed, did that means she was real? But even monsters bleed. Pressing down harder, she was satisfied with more blood. It made...
Outside of the Bronze, she was rubbing her back on the brick wall. "Da...Andrew," she started smiling. "Come here." He walked over to her and she attacked him. She pushed Andrew to the wall and pressed her lips on his. He replied with putting his chubby fingers through her hair. He then...
"Earth to Spike? You coming out anytime soon?" she smiled as she looked at him. He looked paler than normal and his eyes were wide. She gave an inward smirk to that.
He mumbled something to her and ran his fingers though his hair. He peaked at her through hooded eyes.
"So, what did you see?" she asked innocently, but her face said something different. Very un-innocently.
He scowled at her.
"Now that wasn't bloody fair. Stupid bint with her stupid memories. Not like I even wanted to know," he rambled to himself. "Damn bitch," he whispered.
"Want to teach me that fancy little brain blocking trick?" she asked, ignoring the bitch comment. And all the animosity she was getting in her brain.
He quickly nodded and walked over to where she was on the bed. He sat down across from her, folding his legs underneath him.
"I'm so ready, Spike. Stop questioning me in my head. You know I can hear it."
He gave her a glare and then went to grab her hands. Holding her soft hands in his, he gently rubbed them which caused her to relax.
"You ready, love?" he said, giving her a leer when he started to get her thoughts about how soft his hands were.
"No fuc-" she started but was stopped by Spike's narrowed eyes. She rolled her own. "Yes, I'm ready."
He got her into his same position as his, her feet under her and her weight resting on her calves. He let go of her hands and told her to lay them flat on her thighs.
"Okay, now relax," he instructed as she started to take deep breaths. She closed her eyes instinctively and placed herself in the most comfortable place she could think of-a bed in the darkest dark.
"Cute," he thought to himself, but returned to what he was doing. But it was too bloody hard when her breasts looked like they were going to pop out. Damn her deep breathing.
"This is the tricky part, pet," he started. He started to think about random things. "Follow my thoughts to where they start from." He started to think louder, hoping she could catch a good grab. "Once you're there, start trying to block the messages, like a dam... Build a bloody mental dam."
He watched as she bit her lip, hard in concentration. She looked so cute with her forehead all wrinkled and her...
"Spike," she cried, her voice on the edge of excitement. His eyes went straight for hers.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I'm silent. Like in my brain. You're not in me anymore. I finally hear nothing," she said, her face holding a big smile. He gave her a titled smiled. She threw her hands around his neck and gave him the biggest hug he's ever had.
The only hug he ever had.
She drew back quickly, noticing that he wasn't returning it. She noticed his small smile and frowned. Then she realized what he was thinking. After all, she did have his thoughts in her head for quite some time.
"How do I open it back?" she asked, giving him a reassuring glance. "You know, if I ever feel the need to, like, have you in me."
She could feel his thoughts pounding against her barricade.
This was fun.
"Just unblock it. Reverse the process," he told her. "With practice, it won't take so long to do it. You could just open and close it whenever you soddin' feel like it." He smirked.
He could tell it was harder this time.
"It's difficult at first, but you'll get used to it soon. You'll probably accidentally open it up in your sleep or something. It happens," he confessed.
She nodded her head as she listened.
"Ooh, question," she stated, his ears giving her attention. "Will I know if your connection is open, or if me, you?" she inquired, a thoughtful look on her face.
He shook his head no.
She smiled and nodded her head. Turning her body around, she snuggled up against his muscled form. Nuzzling her head against his chest, he put his arm around her slim form.
"Thanks Spike," she thought to herself.
He smiled.
"Anytime, bit. Any time."
I think I'm going to put this story on adultfanfic right now. Because I might have to do a lot of censoring to put it on here. Ugh.
But yeah... R&R please.
