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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.
WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd. Lemon.
These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.
Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/ Supernatural/Twilight
Just send me a message with a pairing and a prompt.
Shade of Midnight wants... Harry/Spike pairing from Buffy The Vampire Slayer with "Jealous Buffy"
This will have !LEMON!
Harry was warned. Time and time again by his friends, members of the Scoobie gang. Buffy even went so far as to try and get the vampire alone and even stake him. But Harry only shrugged them off. They were blinded by the stereotypical allusions stemmed from Giles' teachings and the words spoken from a certain overly-large forehead-ed souled vampire. Harry could see what his friends couldn't. Sure, Spike was ruthless, murderous, soulless and evil, but he did feel emotions that normal demons couldn't even imagine to experience. Xander said it was a dangerous obsession that Spike held, Giles and Buffy both said it was a ploy, while Willow remained a little less biased and a little more supportive. But one thing they had all agreed on was that Spike was too possessive of Harry to be safe. Harry didn't know why, but he had the feeling that Buffy was jealous of their relationship and that was what caused her weird behaviour concerning the two.
"They're wrong." Harry whispered into Spike's ear one night as the vampire slept. "You won't be violent towards me, you care. I can see it, even if they can't."
Harry ran a hand down the naked chest beside him, a finger pausing to rub at one of the pebbled nubs until they hardened. The body next to Harry shifted, and Harry quickly lay back down, his hand continuing it's journey south and underneath the thin sheet that covered the two. A low growl vibrated from Spike as Harry found his prize and he began to stroke slowly.
"Bloody hell," Spike growled again, eyes snapping open when Harry tightened his grip and his speed increased. "What a way to wake a guy." He arched his back and turned towards Harry. "Climb up onto me, pet." Spike ordered.
Obediently, Harry sat back up and moved to straddle Spike's hips. He kept himself hovered above Spike's hard and aching member, shuddering and letting out a hiss when he felt Spike's fingers move to invade him, stretching and preparing him hurriedly. Harry pressed down against them, tugging almost harshly on Spike until the vampire roughly pulled his digits out and grabbed Harry's hips, breaking Harry's hold as he slammed the raven-haired man down onto him.
The wizard threw his head back and keened loudly, the familiar flare of pain smothered by the pleasure of Spike entering him. The other male gasped as he was surrounded by Harry's tight heat, and barely held on long enough for Harry to adjust, not wanting to hurt his partner beyond the initial joining, before pulling Harry back up and nearly off of him, and then repeating the process. Harry whimpered and pressed the palms of his hand against Spike's chest as he took control of his own movements and lifted himself up and dropped back down again, angling himself in an attempt to heighten the pleasure.
It didn't take long before Spike decided to take full control, and flipped them over until he was on top. He raised Harry's legs and they wrapped around him, and then he drove in, deeper than before. He struck Harry's prostate hard right at the same time that he vamped out and bit into Harry's neck. Harry whined, both trying to shy away from Spike's fangs, yet at the same time rolling his hips to get Spike to strike his bundle of nerves again.
"Spike!"
Spike moved back a little, temporarily releasing the delicate neck to whisper into Harry's ear.
"What do you want, pet," Spike demanded, purposefully slowing his pace.
"No." Harry groaned. "Faster! harder! Spike!"
Said vampire tightened his grip, teeth once again buried in the open wound, and he moved at an even more brutal pace, enjoying the cries and begs for more until finally the sable-haired teen screamed out and came all over their stomachs, clamping down hard on Spike. Spike pulled his head back when he felt his own release build, and he licked at Harry's wound, hearing a quiet moan at the action.
"Love you, pet," Spike panted, just as he reached his peak. He pressed his lips against Harry's desperately as his body jerked and shuddered through his orgasm until it finally left Spike collapsing on his lover, both breathing heavily.
Harry had his eyes closed, but he lifted and arm to Spike's neck, curling around it while his fingers started to play with the sweaty hair. Neither noticed the figure that crept into the room until a voice shook them from their dazed states.
"What the hell is going on?" Buffy cried, glaring at both Harry and Spike in disgust.
Instantly Spike drew up the blankets, covering both his and Harry's naked bodies, all the while giving the Slayer a look of mild irritation.
"What does it look like, you bloody bint?" Spike snapped as Harry blushed at being caught. "I mean, you break into someones place of living and barge into their bedroom, what do you expect to see? Honestly..."
Despite feeling mortified, Harry lifted his chin and stared defiantly at Buffy, but the woman was no longer looking at him.
"Is there something you wanted?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes when he pulled Buffy's attention from Spike's naked chest and barely covered lower-half.
"You didn't answer your phone." Buffy said by way of explanation. "We called several times but you didn't answer."
"I was rather busy." Harry replied with, furrowing his eyebrows. "You know, with sleeping and... other things."
Buffy made a noise in the back of her throat.
"Harry! You know what he is, what he's done, and what he does now!" Buffy said loudly.
Harry opened his mouth to argue when Buffy cut him off, her gaze fixated on his neck.
"He bit you!" Buffy cried out in horror, moving forward to grab at Harry.
Harry instantly snatched his wand from the side table by the bed and pointed it at the advancing woman. Buffy blinked and slowed to a stop, eyes darting from the wand in Harry's hand to the owner's face in disbelief. Spike meanwhile had grabbed up the pillows and shoved them against the headboard before relaxing back into them.
"Yes, he did." Harry said. "But I rather enjoyed being bitten." Ignoring Buffy's sickened look and Spike's pleased grin, Harry pressed on through his embarrassment. He wanted to make a point to his friend. "I find it stimulating. But then, I'm rather partial to a bit of pain while having sex. It builds up the pleasure."
Buffy shook her head violently and squeezed her eyes shut as if to block out Harry's words.
"Why are you acting like this?" Harry then asked. "We accepted Angel."
"He has a soul." Buffy defended, opening her eyes once again.
"Yeah, but Spike can still feel emotions even without a soul." Harry rebuffed.
"He's incapable of doing that."
"Even if he can't feel," Harry said, "he's not someone you'd want to turn down."
Harry caught Buffy once again glancing down at Spike's chest when he spoke, and he quickly placed a possessive hand on it, forcing the blond female to look up and meet Harry's warning gaze. Whatever her problem was, Harry didn't like the fact that she was taking it out on him while ogling Harry's lover.
"I don't care what you think, Summers," Harry snapped, ignoring her flinch at the use of her last name. "But Spike and I are together."
"But don't worry," Spike added with a dark grin, "I'll be taking him far away from here, and far away from the annoying people he calls friends."
"What?" Buffy screeched. "No! I won't let you!"
"Won't let me?" Harry's voice was incredulous. "I can do whatever I like without your permission."
"He's no good for you," Buffy said furiously.
"I love him!"
"But he can't love you!" Buffy shouted. "How many times do I have to say it before you understand? Once he gets everything he wants from you-"
Spike growled angrily at the slayer, cutting her off as his body tensed. Harry shifted his hand to grip Spike's arm without taking his eyes off his friend who now had a stake pointed at Spike, her eyes ablaze with the challenge of a potential fight.
"Buffy," Harry hissed. "I will give you one more warning: Leave Spike and myself alone. If you don't, I'll be forced to defend us, and we won't be responsible to what Spike does to you."
"Not like I could feel anything about it, anyway," Spike spat. "Since I'm an unfeeling monster."
"You nor anybody else will be stopping us. I can ensure you that you will lose if you go up against us." Harry continued. "And no-one will like the consequences, of that I can promise you."
"You better listen to him," Spike's blue eyes focused on Buffy, making the human shift and stare back with what, Harry could only guess. But whatever it was, Harry didn't like it. It made the wizard a uncomfortable and annoyed. Whatever Buffy was thinking as she appreciated Spike's body, Harry wouldn't stand for it. Spike must have sensed Harry's negative thoughts, and barred his teeth at Buffy, a decidedly unfriendly look on his face.
"Harry, you should at least chose someone who doesn't have the strength to hurt you." Buffy sneered at Spike.
"Oh yeah?" Harry glared at her. "So that someone who can endure the 'strength to hurt', someone like you, could be with him."
Spike wrinkled his nose in disgust when he got what Harry was implying while Buffy's face reddened at the correct assumption.
"Like I'd want to fuck a slayer, Harry." Spike shuddered. "I'm rather attached to your arse." He leaned closer to Harry. "Plus, I'm not into blonds, they remind me of those plastic dolls. I just want to snap their heads off whenever I see them." Spike assured, then added with a tilt of the head. "Creepy little things, they are."
"Spike," Harry smiled happily, completely disregarding Buffy for a moment.
"No," Spike shrugged a shoulder. "I love you, no matter what people believe I feel, or not feel as the case may be. When I love someone, nothing can drag my attention away."
Harry felt warmth pool in his stomach, and his eyes glowed a darker green.
"I'm not like a Barbie doll!" Buffy exclaimed indignantly.
"You're right." Spike said. "You are much more annoying."
Buffy huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Harry would have snorted at the childish move, but he was still staring up at Spike. When he vampire looked over at him, Harry cocked a brow and allowed his fingers to trace down Spike's side to his hip suggestively.
"I think you should leave now, Buffy," Harry said, turning back to the woman even as Spike moved to sit behind Harry and pepper his neck with kisses.
Buffy stared at the two of them with an indescribable look on her face.
"When he says now, he means now." Spike told Buffy, hand teasingly hovering above the sheets covering Harry from view.
"I - Harry - you..."
"Go!" Harry jabbed his wand in her direction with frustration, sending off sparks that caused Buffy to back up several feet in surprise. "Now!"
Buffy clutched the stake in her hand closer to her chest and shuffled back to the door, eyes wide and leaving Harry to wonder if the woman had suffered too many blows to the head. If she didn't understand basic English or the fact that a wand was pointed threateningly at her...
... But Buffy just nodded her head with a clenched jaw. By the stubborn look on her face however, Harry knew that Buffy would be going straight to Giles and the rest of the gang, telling them that Harry was planning on leaving with Spike.
"I'll see you later, then." Buffy said stiffly. She walked back over the threshold of the door and turned away, leaving the couple to stare after her, one with contempt and one with resignation.
"You do know what she is going to do, don't you?" Harry asked, hearing the front door slam shut.
"Yes, but I don't particularly care at the moment." Spike grazed his fingers along the mark on Harry's neck as his other hand finally delved under the covers and palmed Harry's erection. Harry gasped and arched, eyes fluttering closed. "Do you, pet?"
"N - No, Spike." Harry said.
"Even if we get interrupted?"
Harry briefly felt apprehension, but it was soon lost when fingers found themselves teasing his entrance.
"Even then." Harry said, only to gasp when he was flipped over and onto his back, Spike looming over him with a predatory grin on his face.
"Then, ready for round two?"
21 done so far. I'm quite pleased with myself actually, hehe :D. Hmm, a bit of both jealous Buffy and jealous Harry, but I couldn't help myself. I felt bad about the last chapter, and how it was influenced while I was feeling ill, so I made this chapter longer. Hope it didn't disappoint. Oh, and please review.