A/N: Since I'm not rewatching Buffy or Angel for this story, I'll admit, I can't remember where in the timeline Lorn shows up. I'm sure it's before now but honestly I don't care lmao I'm messing with the timeline of everything as it is, so I don't think it really matters much. Also, this is a long one but I think you guys will thank me ;)
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"A demon bar?" Kat asked skeptically, walking alongside Angel and Spike.
"Don't worry, pet. It's worlds away from Willy's place," Spike reassured.
"How would you know?" Angel scoffed. Kat smirked to herself. She'd never admit it to either of them but sometimes, their sibling-like rivalry amused her.
"It's the only demon bar in LA. You think I wouldn't have found it before now?" Spike asked pointedly. Angel rolled his eyes as they approached the bar. Caritas was lit up in lights and Kat was impressed. Even more so when they walked inside.
"Wow… Willy's has nothing on this place," she murmured, eyes glancing around the place. Instead of a dive bar, much like the one she was used to, this one oozed class and sophistication.
"Angel! It's been a hot minute. And you've brought friends," a demon grinned as he came over to them. He was green with red eyes, red horns and red lips. But his beaming and charming smile instantly had her at ease.
"I did. Guys this is Lorn. Lorn, this is Spike and Kat," Angel said politely.
"Oh, I remember Spike. Hard to forget someone dressed like Billy Idol," Lorn grinned cheekily.
"Oi! I'll have you know, he stole his look from me," Spike muttered indignantly.
"Right… my mistake," Lorn smiled, making Kat cover her mouth so she didn't laugh.
"And you… my, my. You certainly are a big ol' ball of misery, aren't you?" He asked knowingly, a concerned look on his face.
"Watch it. You make a habit of harssassin' helpless patrons of your bar?" Spike growled protectively.
"Hey, first off, I'm not helpless. Second, he's not exactly wrong," Kat shrugged.
"No… I'm not. You've got so much sadness and anger around you and a heap load of betrayal. You poor thing," he frowned. Kat wasn't sure if she should be worried she was that obvious or maybe he had some kind of abilities.
"Anyway, we're here on business, not pleasure," Angel said, steering the conversation back to why they came.
"Unfortunately," Spike huffed. Despite his words, he meandered to the bar anyway and left Kat and Angel with Lorn.
"Some weird things have been happening and we've been hearing some things," Angel mused with a frown.
"Angel… honey… You know I don't like conducting this kind of business in my bar," Lorn chuckled awkwardly. Angel sighed and shifted on his feet.
"I know. But we need to know if you've heard anything or more people will die," he frowned even deeper than before and Kat had thought that wasn't possible. Lorn glanced around at the patrons of the bar for a moment before he moved to sit in a booth across the bar.
"How did he know how I was feeling?" Kat asked quietly as they followed him.
"He can read auras. He can tell people's futures or read their auras if they sing for him. He can read them too without the singing if the person's feeling… intense," he explained softly.
When they got to the booth, Angel sat beside Lorn and Kat slid in opposite them.
"What have you been hearing?" Lorn asked reluctantly. His eyes darted around and Kat gathered he was worried what his customers would think about him being a snitch.
"Zombies," Kat shuddered, pulling a face. Even as a vampire, zombies gave her the wiggins. Vamps she could handle, hell even saggy demons like Clem were fine. But zombies? No, thanks. Lorn blinked at her for a moment before Angel decided to elaborate.
"We've killed 15 these past few days alone. And then we heard some rumors about a guy that's summoning them. We wanna know if you've heard anything about him," Angel explained.
"He goes by the name Alastor. That's all we know," Kat finished. Before the conversation could go anywhere, Spike plonked down next to her with a drink in his hand. He slid a drink over to her, some kind of blood and alcohol mix. She knew it wasn't human blood by the smell and she knew Spike wouldn't be so careless with her anyway.
"Oh… Don't trouble yourself getting me a drink," Angel muttered petulantly.
"Thought this was business, not pleasure," Spike smirked teasingly as he took a loud slurp of his drink.
"Well, if everyone else is having one," Angel huffed, shaking his head.
"Bloody hell. Fine! I'll get you one, you moody ponce," he groused, getting up from his seat.
Someone on the stage was singing Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks and Spike hummed to himself as he trotted off to get Angel a drink. Lorn's eyes followed him before he looked back at Kat with a grin on his face.
"What?" she asked, her drink pausing at her lips.
"He's just a lovesick fool for you, isn't he?" he chuckled. Kat would have blushed and she snorted to herself, gulping at her drink. It was kind of nice to hear it from someone who just had a tiny peek into Spike's head though. The drink was pleasantly nice. It was smooth and rich. She panicked for a moment then, worrying her face had shifted. Her hand flew to her face to thankfully find it normal. She wasn't sure if she was getting better at controlling it or if it was because the blood was mixed with something else. Probably the latter.
"You should sing for me sometime, let me read you for real," Lorn mused softly.
"Oh… no thanks. I'd rather not know what hell awaits me," she smirked wryly, just as Spike came back. He none to gently sat Angel's drink in front of him.
"There you go, Peaches. Don't need to sulk anymore," he huffed, moving to sit back beside her.
"Thanks. Would have been nice if you got it me the first time," Angel grumbled under his breath. Spike opened his mouth to no doubt retort but Kat spoke first.
"Anyway! Zombies… weird old dude?" she asked, looking at Lorn. The green demon wrung his hands a little, eyes moving around his bar before he sighed.
"I've heard of an Alastor. He hasn't been here but I've heard some people talking. He lives in a mansion on the outskirts of the city," Lorn admitted.
"Great. Don't suppose you know exactly where it is, perchance?" Spike asked before finishing his drink off.
"I don't, but I think I know someone who might. A Yimrok demon, named Barry. He was the one talking about this guy in here a few nights ago," Lorn explained.
"Wonderful. I feel a beatin' comin' on," Spike grinned wolfishly.
"No! He's one of my patrons, you can't beat him up," Lorn whined, looking like he'd been through this before with Angel.
"He won't know this came from you, Lorn," Angel tried to soothe.
"Chances are, if this guys been blabbin' off here, he's been doin' it other places too," Spike shrugged. Angel hadn't even touched the drink he'd been so adamant on having and Spike leaned over, swiping the drink and finishing it off in one, much to Angel's annoyance who scowled at him.
"Fine. But can you not beat him too badly? He's a good tipper," Lorn huffed.
"Any chance you know where this Barry is right now?" Angel asked hopefully. It wasn't lost on Kat that none of them answered Lorn's question.
"It's Thursday, so bowling," Lorn replied simply, like it was obvious.
"Bowling?" Spike asked slowly, like he thought he misheard.
"Yeah, his team, the Horny Devils, play every Thursday night," Lorn nodded.
"Great. Let's get goin' then," Spike hummed, standing out his seat.
"Thanks, Lorn," Angel murmured as he got up, patting Lorn on the back affectionately. Kat shot him a thankful smile as she slid out of the booth too.
Before long, they were on their way to the bowling alley. It wasn't too far from the bar and they were taking a shortcut through a dark alleyway. Kat was still a little confused.
"How can this guy be out bowling? Wouldn't that freak the humans out?" Kat asked bewildered.
"Yimrok demons pass for humans. Only physical diff is the fact they have a huge tentacle where their coc-" Spike started with a dirty smirk.
"Okay! We don't need to hear the rest of that sentence," Angel cut in, shaking his head rapidly. Kat blinked slowly, looking over at Spike as they walked.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"A giant tentacle?" she asked slowly. She wasn't sure if he was messing with her.
"Where d'you think the idea of Hentai came from, pet?" he asked leeringly with a smirk.
"The fact you know what Hentai is, is concerning," she snorted.
"The fact you know what it is, is curious," he smirked devilishly at her. Forgetting her new strength, she shoved him playfully and he went toppling into some trash cans with a yelp. Angel couldn't help but burst out laughing as Spike blinked up at her in shock, his mouth agape.
"Oh my god. I'm sorry," Kat snorted, covering her mouth at the sight of him lying on a bed of trash.
"Look right sorry, laughin' at me and all," he huffed. Angel just laughed harder and Kat bit her lip with a grin as she held her hand out to him to help him.
"It was an accident," she grinned impishly.
"I'll have you know, that's spousal abuse," he muttered, grabbing her hand and letting her help him up. Despite his tone, his eyes danced with mischief so she couldn't feel too bad about it. It was his own fault anyway.
They made their way to the bowling alley without further incident. Angel had struggled to compose himself, enjoying Spike's misfortune a bit too much and Spike had groused about it the whole way, but other than that, they got there in one piece. Kat squinted at the fluorescent lights as they walked in, her eyes looking around the place as they made their way to the desk where you paid. She could hear raucous laughter and when she looked past the desk, she saw what she presumed to be the team they were looking for with another team, all decked out in bowling shirts.
"Hi. Could you pass on a message to Barry? He's on the Horny Devils bowling team," Angel flashed the girl at the desk a blinding smile and she smiled back slightly apologetically.
"I'm sorry. They're in the middle of a game right now. If you come back lat-" she started softly.
"It's a family emergency. It can't wait," Spike piped up impatiently. The girl's eyes widened as she nodded.
"Okay. I'll let him know," she murmured.
"Tell him we'll be waiting outside. It's… sensitive information. I think it's best he hears it from us," Angel frowned, looking like he was so concerned about the demon he'd soon be pummeling.
"Of course," the girl smiled before she walked out from behind the desk and made her way over to the team. The trio left the bowling alley quickly, moving to stand near the alleyway next to it as they waited. It didn't take long for a guy to rush out. He was tall and skinny with auburn hair. He looked around for the people who had left him the message and his eyes settled on the three of them before he hurried over.
"What is it?! Is it my mom?!" he asked frantically as he got to them.
"The only thing wrong with your mum is havin' you for a spawn," Spike smirked. The guy blinked at them confused for a minute before Angel grabbed his shirt and roughly shoved him into the wall. The guy squeaked and Kat felt a little bad for him. He didn't seem like a bad guy if she was honest.
"What do you know about Alastor?" he growled harshly. The guy was shaking, his eyes darting from Angel to her and then Spike nervously before settling back onto Angel.
"I-I-I don't know who you're talking about," he stammered anxiously.
"Great. He's a bumbling idiot. Can we just skip to the torture so we can get gone?" Spike huffed, making Barry's eyes widen even more.
"No! No torture! Please," he begged pathetically.
"Then tell us what you know," Angel demanded roughly.
"I don't know much. I know he's making Zombies up in his big house, that's it!" he rambled nervously.
"Where is it?" Spike asked harshly. Barry's mouth floundered for a moment before he shrugged.
"I can… I can take you there," he suggested. Kat wasn't sure why he couldn't just tell them where it was but it was better than nothing. Angel glanced at her and Spike and with a nod, he let the man go.
"Any funny business and your bowlin' ball will be shoved where the sun don't shine," Spike glared menacingly. Barry nodded frantically.
They walked the whole way. Kat wished they'd hailed a cab or took a car. Anything other than walk. But Barry, who was nervously hovering by her and not the men who had threatened him, led them there. When they stood outside the towering mansion, Kat gulped.
"Are we sure this is a good idea?" she muttered quietly.
"What, a few zombies got you scared, luv?" Spike asked mockingly. She shot him a playful glare as he grinned at her. He knew how much they freaked her out.
"We should call for backup," she said in a hushed voice to Angel as Barry knocked firmly on the large wooden door.
"I texted them. They'll get here soon. We can deal with it until then," Angel replied in a whisper. The door creaked open and Kat wrinkled her nose at the smell. The man answering the door was wearing some sort of suit but his flesh was decaying and falling off. The smell made her almost vomit.
"We're here to see Alastor," Barry said to the zombie. The zombie moved to let them in.
"Great. Not only does he make zombies, he can control them too," Spike muttered tensely. They walked inside to a large foyer that looked like it had marble floors. There was a large grand staircase with gold and wooden railings and the place was littered with fine art.
"Barry! I see you've brought company!" A man smiled as he descended the stairs. He was an aging man with gray hair and was wearing a full blown tux. Despite his smile, Kat could see through it. He wasn't pleased they were here.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. They were asking about you," Barry muttered. Kat squinted at him, her fists clenching at her sides in anticipation for what would come next. They hadn't really come prepared as such. She had a dagger hidden in her makeshift inside pocket of her new denim jacket and she knew the guys were packing them too. The only way to kill a zombie was the brain. But this guy, they didn't know what he was. If he was human, they couldn't kill him.
"Not to worry. You may leave," the man said with a wave of his hand. Barry nodded before he rushed out of the door. The sound of it closing echoed loudly and Kat knew if her heart would beat, it would be going crazy right now.
"So… you've been asking about me?" Alastor sighed as he finally descended the stairs.
"Got a bit of a zombie infestation. Found out you're the man responsible," Spike muttered, standing tall.
"What? These? They wouldn't hurt a fly," the man scoffed as he gestured to the few zombie's he seemed to have as servants. They were all wearing maid outfits or butler outfits as they carried out chores like they weren't even there.
"Well they have. There's been a bunch of zombie killings recently," Angel said firmly.
"Well, they're certainly not mine!" Alastor frowned, looking offended.
"Look-" Spike started roughly, getting annoyed.
"How about we talk in my study? I'm sure this is a misunderstanding and we can clear it right up," Alastor placated, holding his hands up.
"Okay," Angel nodded. Kat was just glad there wasn't any violence. Yet at least. The man seemed pretty genuine but she still wasn't sure. He made his way to a large door on the left and as they made way to follow them, he stopped.
"Oh no. Just this one. He seems the man in charge," he smiled, gesturing to Angel.
"The man in charge?" Spike scoffed indignantly.
"Greta can show you two to the lounge. There's some alcoholic beverages in there, feel free to help yourself. My study really isn't as big as it would seem and it would be rather uncomfortable to squeeze us all in there," he explained. Kat didn't like it. She glanced to Spike before they both looked at Angel. He gave them a nod. It wasn't like he couldn't take him. Now here with the man, he was definitely human. Kat could hear the steady beating of his heart. Maybe some kind of witch, but still human. With Angel's reassurance, they followed a zombie maid into a rather large lounge. It had a roaring fire with lush leather couches. One wall lined with a huge bookcase full of old looking books. Spike went right to the cabinet that housed the bottles of alcohol as the maid zombie left.
She wandered over to the bookcase, curiously pulling some out and looking at their titles. She expected magic books or some kind of necromancy books, but it was all old literature. She grabbed a red leather bound book but it didn't come out all of the way. Just tilted forward and then a creaking sound made her jump. Part of the book case slowly eased open to reveal a secret passageway and she gaped at it for a moment.
"Bloody hell," Spike muttered, now standing next to her. He moved to peer inside of the dark passageway.
"We should wait for Angel," she said nervously. She wasn't sure where this led to but a secret passageway only meant this guy had things to hide and it didn't give her a good feeling.
"We wait for Angel, then Count Zombula will come with him. We can't wait. We need to go see what's inside," Spike argued. She knew he was right but she had no idea where this would take them. She got out her dagger, holding it tightly as she followed Spike through the door. It was dark, no lights on the wall, but her vamp sight helped her see as they maneuvered through the tight passageway.
She felt like they'd been walking forever before they finally came to a door. She grabbed the handle and pushed but it wouldn't budge.
"It's locked," she murmured quietly. With no warning, Spike's boot connected with the door and it flew open with a crack. So much for being quiet. He took point as he walked through and she followed behind him. Kat's eyes widened as she looked around the large open room she found herself in. There were cages and cages of zombies, all of which started to growl and groan at the sight of them. Both she and Spike looked around warily, and she felt a pit form in her stomach as she took in what looked like over 20 zombies.
"Some of these don't even look human," she frowned, horror curling around her as she noted horns on one zombie, a tail on another.
"What the buggering hell is this?" Spike asked, sounding aghast.
"How has he done this? Aren't zombies usually… human?" She asked, confused.
"Typically. Must have took some major mojo to pull this off. I'm thinkin' he's not as innocent as he's makin' out," Spike mused. Their conversation was cut short by the shuffling of large feet. They whipped around and Kat gasped at the sight of a large demon zombie that wasn't in a cage.
"What is that?" She squeaked.
"Fyarl demon," Spike replied tensely. It wasn't just a Fyarl demon though. It was a very zombified Fyarl demon and Kat swallowed thickly as she gripped her dagger tighter. It was huge but they were two vampires with vamp strength. They should be able to take it. But instead of advancing on them like Kat was expecting, it shuffled over to the wall. She was just starting to think they had a good chance before it smacked a button on the wall. A loud buzzing noise made her cringe and then all the cage doors flew open.
"Bollocks," Spike muttered, squaring up as the zombies all shuffled out of their cage.
"Focus on the others. I'm gonna take down big boy over there," Spike commanded, running at the Fyarl zombie and shoving his dagger in a couple of zombie heads as he went.
They had the advantage of speed and she jabbed a zombie through the eye with her knife, yanking it out before plunging it into the head of the next one. She was suddenly airborne, flying into a wall with a thud as a zombie grabbed her and tossed her like a rag doll. They weren't fast but they were strong. And they weren't as brain dead as the movies would have you believe. They also didn't eat flesh. They just killed and mutilated people. As she got up from the floor, she saw Spike trading blows with the Fyarl as he tried to get the advantage to kill it. She used her training that Spike had given her, kicking zombies back so they couldn't grab her as she stabbed others in the head. She tried not to worry about Spike, knowing he could hold his own, even against a mammoth zombie like the Fyarl. There were too many zombies on her to be focused on anything else. She let the adrenaline fuel her as she took out one zombie after another. The perks of a vampire meaning she didn't tire easily. When it got down to two of her zombies left, she jabbed one in the eye, yelping as the other one gripped a handful of her hair. It filled her with white hot rage as she kicked out behind her, connecting with its shin. It fell, but it took her with it and she tumbled to the floor as her knife scattered across the floor. She went to dive after it but the zombie grabbed her leg, dragging her on her back towards it. She was so done with these nasty ass zombies. A loud growl erupted from her throat as she kicked it in the shoulder. It was so decayed, its arm hung off its shoulder, held on by a few flimsy pieces of skin. As gross as it was, it had the desired effect of it letting go of her leg. She sat up, diving at it and knocking it onto its back. She gripped its scraggly hair, slamming its head over and over on the concrete floor until it was nothing but a pile of blood and brain matter. She was shaking slightly, the rush from the fight swirling around inside of her. When she stood up, she noticed Spike had dealt with the Fyarl demon zombie, the giant now laying still on the floor. And Spike was standing there staring at her, a burning fire behind his blue eyes that made her still her movements. It was a very predatory gaze and it sent a thrill right through her.
He stalked over to her, gripping her jaw harshly as his lips crashed to hers with a burning intensity she didn't know existed. She gasped as her back hit the wall and he used that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Now she was part of the undead club, everything she felt was heightened. And desire was no exception. She'd never felt anything quite like it. Never needed something quite this much. She kissed him back ferociously, moaning into his mouth as he pressed his erection against her. She wanted him. No, she needed him. Her hands started fumbling with his belt but then his hands clasped hers tightly and moved them away.
"We should find Angel," he muttered, the fire in his eyes still there. She blinked dumbly at him for a moment. She was confused. They were really getting into it and he was talking about Angel. Her face must have said it all as he sighed, bringing her hands up to his lips and he placed soft kisses on them.
"Not the time or place," he supplied simply, sounding unhappy with it himself. She glanced around and as her senses came back to her through her lust filled haze, the awful smell of rotting flesh hit her. Yeah, maybe this wasn't the greatest idea. She didn't want her first time back with him since being turned in a place like this. And maybe they should also be checking on Angel since this Alastor was clearly fucking insane. She nodded, letting out an unneeded shaky breath and smoothing her disheveled hair.
"Let's hope he's not a zombie," she muttered with a frown, the gravity of the situation really sinking it.
"Actually, that might not be a bad thing. Could get that Alastor to tell me how to do his mojo and control him. Have me a servant," Spike smirked as they moved back to the passageway. She snorted, elbowing him playfully as they walked through the dark and back to the lounge.
The first thing she noticed was the lack of the other few servants. There hadn't been too many but now she couldn't even hear them in the house. As they walked into the foyer, it was right as a very bloody and disheveled Angel walked out of the study.
"Have fun then?" Spike asked, amused. Angel gave him a look before his eyes went to her. He glanced her up and down and it made her look down at herself. She was also covered in zombie crap and she grimaced. How Spike had found her remotely attractive she didn't know.
"You two look like you found some fun yourself," Angel muttered.
"What happened? Where is he?" Kat asked, gesturing to the study.
"Dead. He wasn't even human. Some kind of demon with a masking spell so he appeared human, right down to the beating heart," Angel explained, wiping some of the goop off his face with his sleeve.
"What was his deal then? We found a bunch of demon zombies in a secret hideaway," Spike asked curiously.
"So that's what he meant… His kind, they follow some kind of religion or cult called the Potestas Mortuorum. The dead give them more power, so they create zombies. The more they make, the more power they gain. He mentioned something about super zombies that would give him the ultimate power," Angel huffed, pulling what looked like a tooth out of his hair. Kat blanched a little and looked away.
"I told you man, zombies are messed up," she muttered with a shudder.
"What happened to the help?" Spike asked, glanced around looking for the servants.
"He had them come in when we were fighting. Took them all out though," Angel smirked a little smugly.
"Yeah? I took out a Fyarl zombie," Spike shrugged, raising a challenging brow at him.
"And I took out eighteen zombies all on my own. I win, I have the biggest dick. Can we go home now?" Kat asked impatiently. She really just wanted to get home and out of these clothes. Both Spike and Angel gave her a contrite look before Angel nodded. As they tiredly made their way out of the house and down the concrete steps, a car screeched to a halt on the road in front. Wes, Cordelia and Gunn all jumped out wielding weapons.
"We're here!" Wes called out, wielding an impressive looking ax.
"Where are the zombies?" Cordelia asked with a scrunched up face. Kat didn't blame her.
"Bit too late. We sorted it out. Nice to know you lot can come through in a pinch," Spike smirked sardonically.
"We missed it?" Gunn asked, sounding genuinely disappointed.
"Yep. You missed all the gross, decaying reanimated fun," Kat snorted.
"Oh, thank god," Cordelia muttered. "And what is that smell?" she huffed, looking around wildly. Angel gave her a pointed look before she gave them a sheepish smile.
"Right… fighting zombies. I think I'll get a cab home," she murmured, shoving her weapon into Wesley's hand before she scurried off down the road to call a cab.
"She really goes above and beyond for her job," Angel mused with a snort.
When they got back to the hotel, Kat felt relief sweep through her. She felt like she'd done a good job that night though. She was getting better and better at being out of the hotel and actually helping people. And taking out eighteen zombies? She thought that was pretty awesome.
"Alright guys, I need to get out of these clothes," she huffed with a wrinkled nose as she got inside.
"Me too," Spike muttered. She said her goodnights before trudging up the stairs, Spike in tow. While vampires didn't tire easily and for the most part could live on little sleep, she was exhausted and she couldn't wait to get in the shower.
"Goodnight," she murmured to Spike, opening her room door. He didn't reply but she was too eager to get her icky clothes off to really think about it. She stripped off on her way to the adjoined bathroom, putting the shower on hot. She found she really liked hot showers now she was technically dead. It made her skin feel warm and she almost felt human for a few moments. She was down to just her underwear when she heard her door open and shut. She peaked around her open bathroom door and saw Spike.
"You need something?" she asked, amused. He shucked his duster off, tossing it into a chair that was in the corner of the room before he slowly walked over to her with the grace of a lion about to pounce on its prey.
"Yeah. You," he replied in a low purr. She blinked at him, feeling heat crawl up her body slowly. He swiftly tugged his t-shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly across the room.
"We got unfinished business, you and me," he drawled as he undid his belt before he started to slide his jeans and boxers down together. She swallowed thickly, desire curling around her tightly like a snake.
"We do?" she squeaked out, feeling like a helpless little lamb under his burning gaze. He chuckled, now fully naked as he closed the gap, gripping her jaw roughly.
"Yeah, we do. Don't wanna wait anymore. I need you," he murmured intensely. Her chest heaved out of pure reflex as he backed her up until they were both in the shower cubical being sprayed with hot water. Her back arched as it hit the wall, the combination of the hot water and cool tile stinging her skin.
"I feel it in my bones, in every fiber of my bein'. And seein' you tonight…" he trailed off as he leaned down, teasingly brushing his lips against hers. She moaned softly as he took her lower lip between his teeth and tugged on it a little before releasing it.
"I ache for you, luv," he breathed against her lips. She felt lightheaded from all the sensations she was feeling and from the sheer need he was provoking in her. Despite him saying he didn't want to wait, she could see the question behind his burning blue eyes as he gazed down at her. He wanted to make sure she was okay with this. She was.
She leaned up and captured his lips in a needy kiss, smoothing her hands up his chest. A small moan sounded at the back up his throat as he kissed her back, pressing her against the wall more. She felt his hands unclasp her bra and she worked on shimmying out of her panties to save him the trouble.
"Need to hear you say it, pet," he murmured, kissing up her neck to her ear. Her brain wouldn't work, too riddled with need and want to even comprehend his words at first.
"Need you to tell me you want this too," he pleaded, nibbling at her ear.
"I want it," the words fell from her lips almost desperately and she mewled as he started nipping at her neck.
"Need you to tell me how you want me to fill you up, make you see stars," he purred against her skin. She whined a little, arching towards him, needing some friction.
"Spike, please," she begged helplessly. He moved away, looking at her intensely before he grabbed the wash cloth. Without a word, he started washing her body and she was mildly confused when she had been convinced he was going to fuck her senseless. He let the washcloth drift over her body and it felt like her skin was prickling with electricity.
"Do you enjoy torturing me?" she whined softly, making him chuckle.
"Lil bit," he admitted with a devilish smirk. Before she could retort, the washcloth was between her legs and she gasped as he rubbed it roughly against her. She almost collapsed at the feeling of the friction she'd been after but his free hand wound around her neck and pressed her against the wall. Her lips parted in a silent moan as he rubbed her teasingly and she squirmed against the washcloth, wanting more from him. Her body trembled slightly at the feeling of pleasure that wasn't quite enough. He kept at it until she was a writhing mess, moaning helplessly with complete desperation. Then she heard the washcloth hit the floor of the shower with a splat and it was replaced by his fingers. It drew a loud moan out of her, her eyes slamming shut at the feeling.
"That's it. Let me feel you, luv," he murmured in a low tone, making arousal flood her system tenfold. It felt like every little touch was heightened and she was sure it had never felt this good before. She wasn't sure if it was a perk of being a vampire or not. She was only barely aware of herself moaning his name over and over and she was sure the only thing holding her up at that point was Spike's hand around her neck. She felt the pleasure building up at a rapid rate inside of her and if she'd needed to breathe, she was sure she'd be dead. Her hand gripped his wrist as her body shook slightly and a keening moan left her lips as she exploded around his fingers. She felt his lips caress hers gently as his fingers guided her through it and she eased down from her high. He kept his promise because she was pretty sure she could see stars. He pulled his fingers out of her, staring at her fervently as he sucked them clean and she almost dissolved into nothing but a puddle on the floor. Her head felt fuzzy, like her brain had been replaced by cotton candy.
He scooped her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around him. She could feel his straining cock against her entrance and ass as he carried her out of the shower and into her room. She was too far gone to say anything about the bed getting wet as he laid her down on it, him on top of her. Without a word, he sheathed himself inside of her with a deep guttural moan and she gasped, one hand gripping his hair as the other dug into his back. She was still sensitive from her last orgasm and everything felt way more than usual. There were no more sweet words as he started rutting into her like a wild animal and her moans seemed relentless, getting louder and more frequent at the feeling of being so full. She'd missed this. She'd missed him. She tugged on his hair, wrapping a leg around him and taking him in deeper. He groaned before he kissed her with a ferocity that made her head spin. She could hear the obscene sound of skin hitting skin almost violently as their moans tangled together and she knew she was close. He somehow got even faster and harder and she was sure through the haze her mind was in, the bed was slamming into the wall but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Her nails bit into his skin harshly as she met each of his hard thrusts and without warning, she came hard with a cry. The pleasure clutched her in its vices and exploded through her body, reverberating into every crevice of her. She heard Spike's loud moan before he came right after her, giving her a few last thrusts before his body relaxed. His fierce kisses turned soft and sweet as he lazily kissed her and she kissed him back. When he moved away a little to look at her, he gave her a grin that made her chest expand. She smiled back, running her hands through his curly blonde locks. He was so beautiful, it almost hurt. He pulled out of her, collapsing beside her and gathering her into his arms to lay on his chest.
"That was…" he trailed off, sounding as wiped out as she felt.
"Mhmm," she replied softly. She was pretty sure she couldn't move even if the hotel was on fire at that point. It didn't take long for her to pass out with her head on Spike's chest and her limbs tangled with his.