Eternal

“Are you sure that is the best thing? I mean, binding yourself to a demon for all eternity is quite different from marrying him,” Giles said.
“He’s right, you know,” Anya said, “Once you’re claimed, you can’t just get a divorce. Even if he doesn’t give you enough orgasms.”
Spike smirked, “Don’t think she’ll have to worry about that, ducks.”
“I didn’t think she would. Vampires have unmatched stamina, even in the demon world. I had one a couple of centuries ago, he gave very pleasurable orgasms. Buffy is very lucky,” Anya said in a chipper voice.
Xander groaned, “Can I not be here for this conversation?”
“Me too,” Buffy mumbled from her hiding place behind her fiancé’s back.
“Whatever m’lady wishes,” Spike said as he swept the girl into his arms, “We’ll see you lot later.”
“What just happened here?” Xander asked the group.
“Spike carried Buffy out the door to take her someplace that is not here to give her orgasms. I think you should follow his lead,” Anya said as she pressed herself up against him.
Trying his hardest to ignore his now very hard member, Xander looked at Giles in silent plea, “Before that.”
“It appears that Spike and Buffy will be Mates,” Giles said, “It’s the demon world’s equivalent to a marriage; however it is much more binding.”
“They’ll also be able to feel what the other is feeling. Pain, joy, fear…anything,” Anya said with a far off look on her face.
A deep frown marred Xander’s face, “So, i-if one of them was to become well, dusty…”
“It is entirely possible that one could not survive without the other. It is dependant on the strength of the bond and their feelings for each other,” Giles said with a sigh.
“That means you can’t stake Spike, honey,” Anya said as she patted Xander’s shoulder.
“Let me try to get this into focus,” Xander said with exuberant hand motions, “Now we’re protecting the bleached wonder?”
Giles shook his head tiredly, “Yes, Xander. That is precisely what we are doing.”
“Am I the only one in the room who isn’t completely insane? He tried to kill us. Not to mention Buffy,” Xander ranted.
“I don’t think Buffy’s really focused on that,” Anya quipped.
Desperate for a change in conversation, Giles walked to his book case and retrieved a book. The sooner he found a way to find the amulet, the sooner things would be better. For a Hellmouth anyway.
“Research it is,” Xander said.
He and Anya both took the books Giles’ offered them and settled themselves onto the couch. It was going to be a long, hard night of research. However, Xander would do whatever it took to help Willow. He was sure he was the only one who still cared about the redhead.
“My brain hurts from reading these books, Xander,” Anya said many hours later.
“I know, hun, it happens to the best of us,” Xander said.
“Perhaps it would be best if we retired for the evening,” Giles said, “You go on home, we’ll pick this up in the morning.”
“Giles, it’s fine, we can soldier on a couple more hours,” Xander said, “Research – the new cure for the common cold.”
“Yes,” Anya said, “The cold would just get bored and leave.”
Giles pinched the bridge of his nose. They were getting nowhere. He did however, account some of it to the fact that he was highly distracted. The thought of his Slayer being eternally bound to a blood-sucking vampire, even a neutered one, was not settling well with him.
“Xander,” Anya said, “I want to go to your parent’s basement and have enjoyable sex with you. I want the headache to go away.”
“Ahn, this is one of those things we don’t say in front of…well, anyone,” Xander said.
Not really understanding the problem, Anya stared blankly at her boyfriend. She really liked him, but sometimes she wondered about his sanity. Then again, she worried for the sanity of all mortals, of which she was now a card carrying member.
“We’ll be here bright and early tomorrow,” Xander said, “With doughnuty goodness.”
“So, we can go have sex now?” Anya asked hopefully.
“No. I’m taking you home,” Xander said, “There’s something I’ve got to do.”
Trying to ignore her wandering hand during the trip home, and on her doorstep and well, just her wandering hand, Xander forced himself to focus. He had a mission. One that could not be overlooked for a really, really good night of sex with his newly human girlfriend.
It wasn’t exactly hard to find. Not surprising for someone who’d lived in SunnyD for his entire life and was a faithful sidekick for the Slayer four years running, but still impressive. This was a stupid plan, even for him and he knew it. Unfortunately, he kept walking. He carefully entered the cavern.
“What do you seek, mortal?” a cold voice greeted him.
Xander blanched and swallowed nosily, “I need hope.”
“That I cannot offer you,” the voice answered, “There is nothing left to hope for.”
Shaking his head to clear it, Xander looked at the being imploringly, “I can’t accept that.”
“Why do you fight so?” the being asked.
“She is my best friend,” Xander said, “I refuse to give up on her.”
A cruel, hateful laugh echoed throughout the cavern.
Xander resisted the urge to run, run away quickly.
“Silly, foolish mortal,” the voice continued, “She asked for it. She sought it out. She deserves whatever fate she receives.”
“Even death?” Xander asked.
“Death?” the being repeated hesitantly.
“The Slayer,” Xander said, “The Slayer will kill her. You don’t want that to happen, neither do I.”
Xander watched anxiously as the figure paced back and forth. If Buffy ever found out about this, she’d kill him. But the larger part of him really didn’t care. Willow was the only remaining link to his youth, the boy he used to be and he wasn’t ready to loose that.
“I want the Slayer,” the being said after several moments.
“Not going to happen,” Xander said without hesitation. He wanted Willow back, but he wasn’t going to sacrifice one friend for another.
“Then we have reached an impasse,” the being said in a dismissive tone, “That is the only way to save your friend.”
“Why the Slayer?” Xander asked, “They’re like a bad penny, they always come back.”
The figure laughed. “Still, that is my price.”
Xander hesitated. He really should have thought this through more thoroughly.
“How much does your friend mean to you? How much is the Slayer worth to you? That is the decision you must make. As you said, there’s always another Slayer…can you say the same for your friend?” the figure asked.

“Mom’s out of town. She’s shopping for the gallery,” Buffy said excitedly.
“Slayer’s place it is then,” Spike said as he bee lined for Revello Drive.
Buffy giggled as she followed closely behind her lover. Not that they’d actually done much of the lovin’, but she had a feeling that was about to forever change. She remembered what Anya had said about vampire’s and their stamina. She didn’t really have much to go on, she and Angel had only done it once, and well that was just full of badness. Silently, she prayed to anyone who would listen that she’d be able to keep up with him, that she wouldn’t be a disappointment. She did still have serious issues when it came to things of the intimate nature. Angelus had done a number on her that was for sure. She knew Spike would love her even if she was a terrible lover, but because she loved him so much she wanted to be good for him. She wanted to please him, give him much happiness.
Once they’d reached the house, Spike once again swept the girl into his arms and carried her across the threshold of the house. With out a pause, he continued up the stairs and into her overly girly room. A smirk crossed his face.
“What?” Buffy asked with a smile.
“Jus’ thinkin’, pet,” Spike said as he leered at her, “Seems a bit girly for the things I plan on doing to you.”
She wanted to deny what his words were doing to her body. Naughty talk was so not a turn on. Sadly, the sudden wetness in the area of her crotch told another tale. When she noticed, she blushed madly.
“God, you are beautiful,” Spike said reverently as he lowered her onto the bed, “And I’m going to spend the rest of my unlife showing you just that.”
“I think I’m ok with that,” Buffy said with a wink.
“Bloody well better be,” Spike said as he attacked her mouth with his.
His initial plan was to take it nice and slow. Be loving and tender with her. That wouldn’t last long. He wouldn’t last that long. Her nearly virgin innocence was driving him mad with lust. He had to be inside her. He had to make her his. Ever since she’d acknowledged that she’d wanted to be Mated to him, his demon had been screaming at him. It was only his century of existence that kept him from taking her there in front of her mates.
“Mmm,” Buffy said as she pulled away to breathe, “Spike lips.”
“All for you, baby,” Spike murmured against her neck.
The cool flesh above her felt like heaven against the flames that had replaced her skin.
“Too many clothes,” Buffy pouted up at him.
Without any further conversation, Buffy removed his clothing, in a none to gentle manner. She allowed her eyes to eat up every inch of the delectable skin exposed to her overly hormone driven eyes. He was perfection. She really didn’t have too much to compare him to, but she was sure nothing would ever look as yummy.
Meanwhile, Spike was barely containing his urge to rip her pants and knickers off and plunge into her. The open way she was pursuing his body ignited long dead flames of desire deep within him. With as much care for her clothes as she had for his, he removed the cloth barrier.
“Hey!” Buffy cried out indignantly.
“All’s fair in love and war, pet,” Spike said cheekily.
“Is that so?” Buffy asked in a husky whisper.
Spike gulped. “Way to go, mate. That’s just what you need. You’re about to cream your pants as it is…now she’s whispering little nasties…bloody hell.”
Womanly pride swelled within the Slayer as she observed the effect her words were having on the vampire beneath her. Before she could loose her nerve, Buffy locker her legs around him and flipped them over. A seductive smile graced her lips as she hovered above her very aroused vampire. Fumbling for a moment with the drawer nest to her bed, she retrieved a pair of handcuffs.
“Uh, pet?” Spike squeaked out.
For a response, Spike felt his arms being handcuffed to the headboard.
“Naughty kitten,” Spike purred. His demon loved this. Knowing that for the rest of eternity he’d have this little minx all to himself.
Buffy smiled knowingly and took one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Slowly, she began to massage the little bud. Once his hips began to arch off the bed, Buffy switched her ministrations to his other nipple. Feeling that enough attention had been paid, she slowly began to kiss a trail down his taunt torso. Whenever she hit a particularly sensitive spot, his muscles would flex and a low growl would escape his lips. When she reached his bellybutton, she licked her lips suggestively and darted her tongue in and out several times.
A strangled cry tore from the restrained vampire. This was bloody torture. He wanted to touch her, feel her pert little breasts in his hands, smooth her silky strands through his fingers, but, no, he was restrained and forced to endure her erotic torture. Now, he could have easily broken the restraints, but, where’s the fun in that?
“Like that, Spike?” Buffy teased as she removed her warmth from his body completely.
“Come back, pet,” Spike begged, “You’re all warm.”
Giggling, Buffy danced across the room and retrieved what looked like a pair of scarves. She giggled even harder when she heard her lover gulp. Buffy had no clue what had made her feel so sure of herself. Her past experiences with men hadn’t exactly been a romance novel. But, deep down inside she knew that no matter what she did Spike would love every bit of it. Besides, she had the rest of her life to try out all the little fantasies her teenage mind had created.
Spike watched through lust filled eyes as Buffy carefully tied his legs. In the back of his mind it did register that she seemed overly shy about what she was doing, which only served to fuel his ever growing affection for the girl.
Slowly, Buffy lowered herself onto his stomach. She gently massaged her breasts. Through her heavily lidded eyes, she watched as Spike morphed between his human and demon face. To increase her tease, she began to rock her hips back and forth along his errection.
“Bloody hell, Slayer,” Spike groaned.
Smiling, Buffy bent over and dangled her breasts just above his salivating mouth. Deciding she’d teased him enough, she lowered her breast to his waiting mouth at the same time she allowed him to penetrate her.
Spike didn’t know which sensation to react to first. This was a close to heaven as he’d ever get, and he could think of nothing better. His cock was encased in such warmth he was sure to combust. He held himself still and focused on her breasts; partly to tease her, partly to keep from shooting his load too soon.
Part of her wanted to continue to tease her lover, keep him chained up…begging. However, she needed him to touch her, hold her, their first time. Slowly, she moved her arms up to the handcuffs and removed them.
“Changed your mind, pet?” Spike asked with a smirk.
“Need you to touch me,” Buffy whispered huskily.
Instead of replying, Spike moved his hands up and down her spine. He chuckled low in his chest when he saw the goosebumps erupt on her skin.
“Besides,” Buffy began, “I’ll have eternity to torture you.”
If possible, her words made him even harder. He increased his rhythm; he needed to get her off quickly. Using his vampire strength to his advantage, he flipped them over and thrust into her with increased power.
“God, so damn hot, Buffy,” Spike grunted.
Buffy’s eyes rolled back. She was amazed at how good this felt. She was far from a blushing virgin, but her other experiences weren’t exactly stellar. Even her time with a vampire, the “love of her life” vampire; Angel. It had been all love and sweetness with him. There was love with Spike, but it was rough, hard…real love. Spike acknowledged that he was a vampire and she a Slayer…Angel always wanted her to be this beacon of light and sunshine and forget that he was a vampire.
Spike could feel her spiraling towards release. It was time to begin the ritual. He wanted nothing more than to pound her into oblivion…claim be damned, but his demon wouldn’t allow that.
“Pet,” Spike whispered, “I love you.”
Buffy looked up at him with warm eyes, “Love you, too, Big Bad.”
At once, Spike’s features changed. Buffy was looking up into the eyes of a demon…her demon.
In a silent offer, she turned her head to the side.
Spike moved in toward her neck reverently. Just as he was about to make the mark, a strange sensation coursed through him.
He looked down and saw fear and outrage simmering in the eyes of the Slayer.
As if he’d been burnt, he leapt off and out of her.
Buffy glared stakes at the vampire. “What in the hell was that Spike?”
“Bloody hell if I know, Slayer,” Spike spat at her.
Neither moved. The shock was far too great. They just stood there dumbly looking at each other.

“What do you mean the hostile is ‘gone’?” an irate Maggie Walsh asked.
“He’s not in his cell. There’s no sign of forced exit, and well, it appears the hostile just disappeared,” Riley Finn said in a small voice.
Maggie paced back and forth, her emotions in complete upheaval. This was her top man, this was the man she looked upon as a son…one of them anyway. A missing hostile, one that “disappeared”? It was a Hellmouth, but even that seemed insufficient for an excuse.
“I want you to get a team on it right away. That was our only test subject. I want that warewolf brought back in tonight, Agent Finn,” Walsh said in a very intimidating voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” Riley said with a determined nod of his head.
“I see you’re still alive,” Forrest said with a smile.
“Barely,” Riley said, “We need to get that hostile back in here tonight. If we don’t, Walsh will have more than just my head.”
“I’ll get a team ready to go with in ten minutes,” Forrest said in an all business tone.
“Good,” Riley said.

Lilith turned to face D’Hoffryn .
“Isn’t it just wonderful?” she asked with a wicked smile.
“I’m not quite sure I follow,” D’Hoffryn said carefully.
“Of course you do, but I’ll indulge you this once. It’s so splendid; the way little Willow left things for me. Casting a spell that caused such uproar with her dear friend, the Slayer, why I could almost jump for joy. Now, the Slayer is more vulnerable. A bonus is that dear ex of hers…the warewolf. In this body, he won’t be able to tell the difference, and he can be my first victim,” Lilith said with a delight she hadn’t experienced in centuries.
“It all sounds quite splendid,” D’Hoffryn complimented with difficulty.
He knew too much about the Slayer to believe she would be so easily made vulnerable, but he had no intentions in doing or saying anything that would assist Lilith in her quests. If he could, he would send her to a far away dimension and send a very heart felt apology to the Slayer.
“In due time, I will rule Sunnydale,” Lilith said, “In due time.”