Alone No More

She knew before she opened her eyes that she was alone in her bed. The desire to go back to sleep and pretend that he was lying next to her was overwhelming. He left her alone. It had to be her. She was doing something wrong…something that made her lovers leave her alone in the morning. Her hand instinctively went to the mark on her neck. Tears fell freely from her eyes when her hand passed over the mark.
Downstairs, Spike felt despair grip him. He doubled over from the force of the emotion.
Buffy.
Spike dashed up the stairs, determined to comfort his mate. The sight that met him tore his undead heart to pieces. Curled up in a ball in the bed was his beautiful Slayer. Her silent sobs wracked her body. He didn’t know what to do. Was she having second thoughts?
“Spike?” Buffy whispered uncertainly.
“Right here, luv,” Spike replied.
Buffy sat up on the bed, “You were gone when I woke up.”
That was the problem. He was such a stupid git. Leaving the girl alone the morning after their first time…bloody hell.
“Oh, luv,” Spike said as he scooped her up into his arms, “”M sorry. I’m a bad, bad man. Went down stairs to fix me some blood.”
“You didn’t leave?” Buffy asked in a small voice.
“Never. God, pet. Could never leave you. You’re mine,” Spike said.
“The morning after An-Angel and I…,” Buffy broke down.
“He was gone, wasn’t he, pet?” Spike asked softly.
Buffy nodded her head. The things he said to her filtered through her mind.
“I’m not Angel. Never do that to you. I’ll make you forget everything about Peaches,” Spike said.
“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“Never leave me.”
“Never.”
Buffy turned in his arms so that she was straddling his lap and kissed him gently. She needed to reassure herself that he would stay with her. Needed to know that there was nothing wrong with her…that it was Angel, it was his fault, not hers. She pulled him closer to her, determined to become part of him.
He felt her need. Angel had left her broken. He had three days to show her exactly how she deserved to be treated. He would unlock the lover within her, make he see how things could be between them. Spike caressed her back. He loved the feel of her heated skin against his cool skin. It made him feel.
Her lips traveled down his face to his neck. When she reached her mark, she sucked on it gently. A low rumble erupted from Spike’s throat. “She has no idea what she does to me.” Buffy continued her exploration of her lover’s body. With the use of her Slayer strength, she pushed him down on the bed and pinned his hands above his head. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the silk tie from her robe and tied his hands to the head board.
Spike was beside himself. The sensation this little vixen was causing to erupt in his body was like heaven. He found his piece of heaven. He knew she was inexperienced, but her eagerness to explore and learn was blatantly obvious. He could have easily released his hands from the soft binding, but he had no desire to stop her little game. He groaned as her hot mouth encompassed his nipple. “She’s going to be the death of me.”
She smiled above him. She felt the groan reverberate through his body. “Must be doing something right.” She continued to trail down his body, leaving little ‘love bites’ along the way. When she reached the button of his pants, she paused. She began to feel unsure of herself. She wanted this to be good for him, wanted to make him want to stay.
“It’s alright, Buffy. Anything you do to me is alright,” Spike whispered huskily. There was only one coherent thought running through his mind: “Please let her take me into her hot little mouth, please!”
Buffy nodded. A wicked smile crossed her lips and before Spike could question her, she had undone the button with her teeth and was proceeding to unzip his jeans in the same fashion. When he sprang free from his prison, Buffy couldn’t contain the surprised gasp that escaped her lips. She’d seen it before, hell, she’d felt it before, but there really wasn’t time for a through examination…she’d fix that.
He strained against his restraints. He wanted to touch her, wanted to feel her, but she wouldn’t allow it. This was his game, he’d play along…for now.
Buffy smiled to herself. She hadn’t even begun and she already had him fighting to be freed. Confidence renewed by his reaction, Buffy traced a fingernail up the underside of his pulsing shaft. He twitched in her hand. Spike growled as she repeated her action. It took every fiber of control not to cum like a school boy. Buffy licked his tip before moving up his body.
“What’s the matter, Spikey? Can’t handle the pressure?” she accented the last word by squeezing him hard.
Unneeded breath hitched in his throat. “You’re going to pay for that, little girl,” Spike growled.
Buffy leaned over him and nipped his ear, “I hope so. I hope I pay over and over again.”
To ensure he didn’t escape, Buffy retied the silk. It would now tighten every time he struggled against it. Slowly, she moved down his torso, making sure that her nipples rubbed him in all the right places. Beyond words, the only thing Spike could do was purr. Buffy poked her tongue out and traced the head of his cock. Continuing her tease, she peppered his shaft with soft, wet kisses. Her hand reached to his balls and gently massaged them. Finally, she took him into her mouth. Shallow at first, merely the head encompassed by her warm mouth, but then she slowly took him in…inch by inch. Spike’s hips bucked into her mouth. She placed her hands on his hips to steady him. She was running this portion of the show. Spike whimpered in protest.
“I’ve reduced the Slayer of Slayers, William the Bloody to a whimpering puddle of lust!” Buffy began to suck him hard, moving her mouth up and down his shaft. It didn’t take very long for Spike to feel his sack tighten.
“Luv,” he panted.
Buffy looked up at him with out stopping her ministrations.
“Gotta stop, gonna cum,” he mumbled.
She smiled knowingly around him. She knew what would make him go over the edge. She pulled him all the way out and heard him sigh in relief before she took him back in and racked her teeth along him.
That was it. He shot load after load into her awaiting throat. To his amazement, she took it all. Spike closed his eyes. He had no idea what he did to deserve this goddess, but he wasn’t going to do anything to loose her either.
“Was that…,” Buffy looked away, “Did I do ok?”
Spike’s eyes shot open. How could she think anything she did was anything other than bloody perfect? “God, Buffy. Bloody amazin’. Never felt anything like that. Gotta ask, luv. Where’d you learn all those naughty little tricks?”
She smiled coyly, “I’m inexperienced, Spike, not stupid. Everyone has their little fantasies. And you get to be my guinea pig.”
“Better be your only guinea pig, pet,” Spike said.
She felt his erection poking at her leg, “Are you always hard?”
“Only when you’re around, luv,” Spike smirked.
She playfully slapped his chest, “Pig.”
Just as he was about to offer a snappy comment, she impaled herself on his rock hard cock. Slowly, she began to ride him. Spike watched her eyes flutter shut, her head thrown back in ecstasy. His attention was torn away from her face by the bouncing of her breasts. With his enhanced hearing, he could hear them slap against her torso. If it was possible, that small sound made him harder. Needing to increase the pace and the friction, Spike began to thrust his hips in time with hers. However, she had other ideas.
“Bad pony,” she pouted. She placed her hands on his hips and restrained him while she slowed the pace to an almost painful level.
“God Buffy,” Spike roared. He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but submit to his girl. Angel didn’t know a good thing when he had one, and he would make sure the ponce never had the chance to know what he’d lost.
Excited by his reaction, and needing her own release, she rotated her hips and increased the pace to a frenzied pounding. If Spike were a human, she would have crushed him with the force of her thrusts. Buffy moved her hand down to her sensitive nub and began to rub it in time with her thrusts.
Spike’s eyes glazed over at the sight of her touching herself. She seemed so innocent, so untouched, but he knew that she was a sensual creature. It came with the violence. He felt her inner muscles flutter before they clamped down on him hard. He joined her and they both floated over the edge to bliss. Thoroughly spent, she collapsed on top of him.
“Wow,” Buffy breathed once oxygen reacquainted itself with her lungs.
Spike agreed with her wholeheartedly.
After undoing his bindings, Buffy curled on top of her vampire lover.
Spike snaked his arms around her and began to purr contentedly. This was the only place he ever wanted to be. He listened as her heart rate began to slow. She was asleep. She hadn’t turned him away. Quite the opposite, she thought he would reject her. He would never reject her. He just hoped that she saw that now. Angel was the only one who could ruin this…whatever it was between them. He knew she didn’t love him, and that was fine with him. They had eternity for their feelings to manifest themselves. Angel was the only one his line that was in a position to challenge him for Buffy. Knowing the ponce like he did, Angel would most likely challenge him because of his “love” for the girl, and Angelus would challenge him because of his ego. His grip tightened around the girl in his arms. He swore to himself that nothing would come between them. He would protect her from everything, even if that everything was tall, dark and forehead.
When she awoke this time, she was comforted by the strong arms around her waist. “He didn’t leave me!” She snuggled deeper into his embrace and sighed contentedly when he nuzzled his mark.
“Mornin’ luv,” Spike whispered.
A shiver went down her spine as his cool breath hit her flushed body. Human lovers were so overrated, not that she knew from experience, but nothing could be better than this.
“It’s dark outside, Spike. That means night,” Buffy kidded.
“Not for me, kitten. Night means mornin’ for us vamps,” Spike said.
“Sunlight allergy and all,” Buffy said absently.
He chuckled.
Buffy wasn’t sure what was happening, but she felt like she was being torn apart. Such a feeling of rage swept over her. She tensed in Spike’s arms. This claim thing was way new for her and she wasn’t sure where the rage was coming from.
“What’s wrong?” Spike asked as he felt her tense.
“I-I don’t know,” she whispered.
Then he felt it. Angel. He knew about the claim. Things were about to get even worse. “Angel. He knows about the claim, he’s not happy about it.”
“How does Angel know?” Buffy asked.
“He’s connected to me. The Sire/Childe bond,” Spike explained.
“But, I thought Dru was your Sire,” Buffy said with confusion.
“Wankers never did get that part right. She chose me and drained me, but it was Angelus blood that I drank,” Spike said with an almost bitter tone.
“He’ll challenge the bond,” Buffy stated. She knew he would. His rage was too great for him not to.
“We’ve got to finish things up before he gets here, pet. I’d love to spend the next 48 hours shaggin’ you senseless, but we’ve got to take care of the others. Then I’ve got to tell you lot about claims,” Spike said as he stroked her back soothingly. He could tell she was nervous, even without the claim.
“I’ll call Willow and Cordy,” Buffy said as she moved from his arms.
An hour later, the three girls and Spike sat in the living room. There was a tense silence permeating the room. Things weren’t supposed to move this quickly. They all needed time to adjust, they expected time to adjust, but things never went smoothly on the Hellmouth.
“How exactly does this work? Do we all have to get hot and heavy with Blondie?” Faith asked.
“NO!” Buffy exclaimed. She didn’t know if that was really what needed to happen, but she couldn’t let any of them touch what was hers…even if they were her friends.
Spike loved her reaction to Faith’s question. “This has nothin’ to do with me. Sorry to disappoint, ladies.”
Willow and Cordy looked relived, while Faith seemed slightly disappointed.
“It’s Buffy’s blood you all need. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do the nasty,” Spike began as he saw the girls’ pale visibly, “It’s just an exchange of blood.”
“Like blood bothers, only with us and sisters,” Buffy offered.
“There’s a ritual. Some candles, a bit of smoke and an incantation. Buffy will bite her wrist, and then each of your wrists in turn. Then you’ll mix your blood with hers. After that, I’ll need to drink from Buffy to absorb your blood…that allows me to have the connection necessary to protect you,” Spike explained.
“Will this scar?” Cordy asked. She noticed the hickey-like bit mark on Buffy’s neck and didn’t want to think of what that would look like on her wrist.
“Well, yeah. It’s a permanent symbol to demons to stay away,” Spike said.
“Oh,” Cordy said softly. She wasn’t exactly excited about the scar, but if it helped her feel like she belonged, then she’d suffer through it.
“Red, I’ll need you to help me out with the candles…and incense,” Spike said.
“Sure. I have some at home…I’ll go get them,” Willow said in a squeaky voice. This whole thing had her a bit wigged, but Oz had told her that it was a good idea. Plus Buffy seemed happy, truly happy for the first time since Angel had left.
“He’s closer,” Buffy whispered so that only Spike could hear her, “I can feel it.”
“I know, pet. I won’t let anything happen to you,” Spike said as he pulled her into his arms. He sent her comforting thoughts through the claim in an attempt to clam her nerves. The ritual would go smoother if she could become calm.
Willow returned a few minutes later laden with candles and incense.
“Let the claiming begin,” Buffy announced.
Spike carefully arranged the candles in a protective circle and lit the incense. He’d never seen a sister claim performed, so he took extra care to make sure it was set up properly. He didn’t want to bollox the whole thing up. Once everything was prepared, he left the circle.
Buffy took a calming breath and stepped into the center of the circle. She waited patiently as Willow joined her. The redhead looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Buffy reached her hand out and patted Willow’s knee reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, Wills, it’ll be ok,” Buffy said.
Buffy brought her wrist up to her mouth and bit into it hard. She waited for the blood to pool for a few moments before she took Willow’s wrist in her hand and bit down. She ignored the cry of pain from her friend and connected their wrists. The two girls watched in amazement as the blood mixed together.
“A blood offering. Blood of my blood. Protection I offer now and forever more. My sister, I take thee, accept my offering,” Buffy said evenly.
“The gift you offer me, blood for blood, I willingly accept,” Willow replied.
As soon as the incantation was complete, both girls felt the power sweep between them. Buffy was amazed. She could still feel Spike, but now she could feel Willow. It was amazing.
Willow stood up on shaky feet and left the circle. Spike went to her immediately and tended to her bite. Faith stood up from her chair and walked into the circle.
“Let’s do this, B,” she said.
Buffy nodded and took Faith’s wrist into her hand. Before she knew what was happening, Faith felt Buffy’s teeth pierce her flesh. It hurt like a bitch, but Faith held in the scream.
“A blood offering. Blood of my blood. Protection I offer now and forever more. My sister, I take thee, accept my offering,” Buffy repeated.
“The gift you offer me, blood for blood, I willingly accept,” Faith replied. Never before had Faith felt anything so powerful. Her Slayer was delighted. Her human side was elated at the feeling of belonging that overwhelmed her senses. She could feel Buffy and Willow. More stable on her feet than Willow, Faith walked over to Spike who tended to her bite as well.
At last it was Cordy’s turn. She had insisted on going last in case she didn’t want to do it. Hesitantly, the brunette entered the circle.
Already feeling her trepidation, Buffy hurried to reassure her. “It will be fine, Cordellia. It is an amazing feeling. I’ve never felt this alive or connected before. It’s way sci-fi.”
Cordy smiled and nodded at Buffy. She was still trying to wrap her mind around Buffy’s offer of kinship. She wasn’t too versed in vampires and demons, but she knew blood. Family.
Buffy tried to be as gentle as possible when she bit into Cordellia’s wrist, but it was hard to do with blunt teeth.
“A blood offering. Blood of my blood. Protection I offer now and forever more. My sister, I take thee, accept my offering,” Buffy said for the final time.
“The gift you offer me, blood for blood, I willingly accept,” Cordy said with a slightly shaky voice.
Cordy nearly toppled out of the circle. Spike caught her and cleaned her wound quickly before setting the girl on the couch.
After blowing out the candles, Buffy exited the circle and felt a calm wash over her. She knew the people that meant the most to her would be safe, or as safe as she could make them. Buffy looked at her mate and smiled. Somehow, she knew that as long as she had him things would work out just fine.
“Come ‘ere, luv,” Spike purred. The scent of blood, so many different flavors of blood, had driven his demon nuts. It was beaten down only because of the ceremony that was occurring.
Buffy sauntered over to her lover and molded herself against him.
“I think this is our clue to get lost,” Faith said. She led the other two girls upstairs.
“Come on,” Buffy said as she pulled Spike to the basement.
Before they’d even reached the last step, Buffy was in his arms kissing every inch of flesh she could get her greedy lips on. Spike wasn’t idle. His hands roamed over her clothed body. When his hand reached her core, she pulled back.
“We can’t do this. Not with them in the house. Later, I’ll make sure you have lots of time to punish me. We’ve got more important things to deal with. Angel will be here in an hour,” Buffy said.
“Right,” Spike said. He didn’t like not being able to take his girl right here, right now, but he knew she was right. They didn’t have time. Bringing his demon forward, he nuzzled Buffy’s neck before he pierced the delicate skin. He took several pulls of her powerful blood and immediately felt the connection with the other three girls. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over him. It was enhanced because of Buffy’s need to protect those she cared about.
Buffy smiled as a mini orgasm hit her system. She took Spike’s hand and led him upstairs before they did things they didn’t have time for.
“Guys, it’s safe,” she called.