Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Timeline: less than two years post NFA (Angel), about three years post Chosen (BtVS)
Set about seven years before the events of my Wes/Faith story, "Needed".
Background: Spike is the only known survivor of the big battle in NFA. A few months after that battle, Spike meets Faith. Faith was several months pregnant – the child's father, complete mystery for everyone so far. Spike and Faith stick together in a completely non sexual way. They work as treasure hunters and demon fighters, rogue demon fighters :) Faith and Spike are invited at Dawn's wedding, in Cleveland.
Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Rating: M (again, full version on my LJ commnutiy, archive2. Sorry folks, this chapter is all smutty, and I had to abide by the rules of this site.)
Beta: Rachael
Chapter 3
"If I thought there was any chance for us to make it work, I would call off the wedding," she said once the aftershocks rocking her body subsided.
He was surprised to hear it at such a moment, but said nothing. There was no chance for them. The way he had loved her down all the years, and the way he wanted her tonight did not blend in an all encompassing feeling. His attitude toward her still had something paternal or fraternal in it. He realized that this was probably the reason why fucking her had felt wicked and awesome.
She was right. But that didn't make him any less angry. She'd been boinking him all night and then she'd go and marry another bloke as if nothing had happened. His vindictive nature made him want to punish her. For growing up, for being able to get over him so easily, for reminding him that he was not a part of the natural order.
Spike felt an anger so dark it was akin to despondency. He had to make her remember him. Had to leave some physical mark on her, and yet something that no one other than her was ever going to notice. And out of his over one hundred years experience, something occurred to him. In a century of being well and truly evil, he had had experiences that had gone through all shades of dark. He wanted her to remember.
He reached for the baby bag that rested conveniently next to the nightstand. He took put the baby oil, promising himself that Faith was never ever going to fond out about this, and when he felt ready, he guided her hand to him.
"Stroke it," he demanded.
Dawn did what she was told. Hesitantly and awkwardly, at first. He showed her how hard to grip it, how fast to stroke it.
"Now give it a good licking, luv. I know you want it," he said smelling her arousal again.
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"I'm sure that wasn't what you came for, either," he said.
He needed a smoke. Needed to be out of that house. Needed to be away from her. She would've made such a lovely playmate. But that was not a role she would settle for.
Dawn got dressed fast and silently. He smirked noticing the slight stiffness in her movements. She was going to be a treat to watch walking down the aisle tomorrow.
"I'm sorry I can't be what you think you need," she said before leaving.
He had no reply. He lay on his back again, closed his eyes, and put his arms behind his head. He longed for a cigarette.
The Big Bad was not gone for good. He smiled, and fell asleep.
Almost the end. Don't get your hopes up for a romantic epilogue. It's just going to be some kind of closure till I finish "Needed" and tie things up for my favorite couples, Wes/Faith and Spike/Dawn.