Keep Me Hidden

“Spike,” Buffy breathed, “I need you.”

“’M right here, luv,” Spike said as he pulled her closer to him.

Buffy rubbed herself against him. “Not what I meant.”

Spike growled and Buffy felt the vibrations throughout her body. Slowly, he ran his tongue along the column of her neck. Ever so lightly, placing kisses in various spots. Buffy whimpered in his arms. This was blissful torture. Her body was so enflamed with need, with lust; his as well as her own that she could barely contain herself. She was determined however, to allow him his fun.

Spike smiled to himself. He knew he’d get his when he’d provided his girl with numerous moments of mindless bliss, but for now he’d take his chance to worship her body like it was meant to be worshiped…slowly. He carried her to their bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. He watched in amusement as she pouted when he walked away from the bed.

“Shh, trust me, kitten,” he told her gently.

The pout didn’t leave her face, but she settled herself more comfortably in the bed. Now, Spike was a proud vampire, a vampire of legend, but there were just certain things you did for the girl you loved, and he was always love’s bitch. Ever so slowly, he began to move the material of his black shirt up his torso. Once the material was gathered at his neck, he tore the thing over his head. A grin like a Cheshire cat appeared on his face at the sound of Buffy’s giggles. He would damn all his pride every second of every day if it would keep that sound on her lips and the pure happiness in her eyes.

Buffy watched Spike give her a strip tease. It was a sweet gesture, and she appreciated it more than she could express. Her eyes glazed over as she watched him deftly undo the button on his overly tight jeans and slide the zipper down. All moisture n her mouth fled the instant she was presented with the perfection that was his dick. It all came running back when she watched him turn around; give her an excellent view of his butt while he removed his boots.

He turned back around to see Buffy staring at him, glazed eyed and beautiful. A growl escaped his lips and he watched his girl shiver in delight. He prowled across the room to her. She went to undo the buttons on her shirt and he quickly moved her hands away. This was for her, all of it. He started at the very top of her head and ran his hands through the silken strands of her hair. How he loved the golden color; his Golden Goddess. He then peppered feather light kisses along her brow and gently traced the lines of her face. Her eyes fluttered closed. He gave a kiss to her nose and to each cheek. When he reached her neck a possessive growl left his lips. He couldn’t help it. The sight of his mark on her skin did things to his demon. Buffy reached up and smoothed the planes of his face. He hadn’t even noticed the switch into his demonic visage and if the look on his Mate’s face was any indication, she didn’t mind in the least. Unable to go as slowly as he would have liked, he buried his face in her neck. The sweet nectar of her blood sang a siren’s song to him from beneath the covering of her skin. He laved his mark and felt her shudder beneath him. Peppering kisses along other parts of her neck, Spike steeled himself and moved on.

At the top of her blouse, Spike paused and maneuvered himself into a more practical position. He gazed lovingly into her eyes and began to undo her buttons one by one. After the last button was released, he stared at the beauty of her breasts. It was far from his first view of them, but it never ceased to amaze him; her beauty was overwhelming. He took on of her plump breasts into his hand and began to knead the flesh gently. Not wanting the other to feel neglected, he did the same to it. Spike, ignoring her rosy nipples, began to massage up her arms, her shoulders, her fingertips. He then followed the same path with his mouth, sucking here, kissing there. After paying proper attention to her arms, Spike moved back to her stomach. He loved the soft, silky feel of her stomach. So, tender, so delicate; so deceiving of the strength it enclosed. His tongue delved into her belly button once, twice, three times. Her hips arched off the bed.

“Spike,” the whispered plea left her lips.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered against her abdomen.

Buffy knew he would, she just wished he be a bit quicker about it. This slow seduction he was doing was killing her in a nice, pleasurable way. Spike, was having similar thoughts. The raging hard on he was sporting was demanding that he step up the pace. Spike smirked up at Buffy before undoing her pants, button and zipper, with his teeth. Then, he nearly ripped them from her body in a need to get closer to her, to see more of her beautify flesh. He placed several open mouthed kisses to her thong covered mound and savored the mewls of pleasure emanating from her mouth. Her mouth, it had been neglected for far to long. Spike moved up her body, using all his supernatural speed, and latched his mouth to hers. Meanwhile, his hands were busy removing the last barrier between their bodies. Once the scrap of material was removed, Spike inserted on finger into her sopping wet passage. Slowly, he began to pump the digit in and out of her hole. He mimicked the action with his tongue. He would dart his tongue into and out of Buffy’s mouth.

Buffy was beside herself with pleasure. This was a perfect moment; this was exactly what she needed to clear her mind; to be at peace. She moved her hips in time to Spike’s hand and let out gasp of surprise when she felt a second finger join the first. She knew this game. He would build her up to the brink then bring her down and start the process all over again until she was just begging with need. Two could play that game. She ground herself against him and smiled at his groan. Her hands, which had been idle until now began to massage the back of his neck and fiddle with the curls at the base of his neck. She then trailed her fingers lightly down his spine and watched the little goose bumps erupt on his skin. She then attached her mouth to the side of his neck. She knew the neck drove him as crazy as it drove her. She attacked it with zeal; sucking and kissing, blowing cool air and nipping gently.
Spike inserted a third finger and began to rub gentle circles on her clit. Buffy lost focus and her hands fell limply to her sides. The sensations coursing through her body were enough to make ten people lose focus. Spike felt her tense up and knew she was close…very close. He placed on nipple, which to this point had been neglected, into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously. Buffy came with a cry. She bucked and her cream spilled out onto Spikes hand.

After gaining her eye contact once the tremors of her orgasm left her body pliant, Spike slowly licked her juices from his fingers. Buffy grabbed his head and pulled him to her for a hungry kiss. Then, tired of playing the passive one, flipped them and slammed herself onto Spike’s cock before he had a chance to react to what was happening around him. She then smirked at the look of shock and bliss on his face. Slowly, torturously so, she began to rise and fall on him. Both savored the feeling of being completed. Buffy braced her hands on Spike’s chest. The faster she went the more her nails dug into his skin; the more he enjoyed it. Pain and pleasure, there was nothing greater. After only a few moments, Buffy was ridding him with abandon. Spike watched through hooded eyes as she moved above him.

Spike flipped them once more and removed himself from her warm centre. Buffy was about to protest when she felt Spike’s tongue lick her opening. The cry died on her lips. Spike expertly worked her into a frenzy. He licked, sucked, nipped and kissed her flesh until she felt like she would explode. And just when she thought she could take no more, Spike buried himself to the hilt within her warm, tight hole. He pounded into with a pace that would have crushed a normal girl. He could feel her on the brink of orgasm. He vamped and sunk his teeth into her neck and felt her constrict around him. The walls of her pussy massaged his cock, teased him, and finally squeezed him like a vice. He pounded harder and faster and let the ambrosia of her blood and the feel of her surrounding him shoot him over the edge to paradise.

“DAWN!” Buffy yelled.

Spike was pulled out of his post orgasmic bliss by the terror in his Mate’s voice.

Buffy jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She emerged two minutes later fully dressed. Spike stared dumbly at his Mate, and then he felt it. Fear. Terror. It was strong, so strong he nearly fell over. It was amazing he hadn’t felt it before. ‘Must’ve been one hell of an orgasm.’

“The Mayor?” Spike asked as he walked into the bathroom.

“Probably,” Buffy said, “I don’t know who else would be dumb enough to take my sister.”

Spike emerged from the bathroom to see Buffy sitting on the bed, her face buried in her hands.

“Shh, we’ll get the Bit back. I promise luv,” Spike said as he rubbed her back in a soothing motion.

“I know we will Spike, but she’s so scared I feel it so strongly. If they hurt her I’ll kill every single thing that is standing between her and me and then I’ll kill some more for fun,” Buffy said in the same tone she’d used earlier when talking to Wesley.

“Let’s go then,” Spike said as he grabbed his duster and walked to the door.

“We need to tell the others,” Buffy said.

“They’ve got their hands full with the Council of Wankers, luv. We need to get to her now,” Spike said.

Buffy nodded and started down the road. She didn’t know where her sister was, but she would find her and when she did whoever took her would have hell to pay. No one messed with her family. No one kidnapped her sister and got away with it. She knew it was a trap. Even the Mayor knew it was suicide to take her sister, but he also knew Buffy would go in blindly to rescue her sister. It was that whole morality thing that humans had to deal with.

‘So much for relaxing sex with Spike to take my mind off the nearing apocalypses. Oh well, just another in the long list of really bad Buffy days.’

‘Luv, relax. We’ll get to the Bit and then we can have more time for taking your mind off bad things. And we get to kill stuff, and, vampire here, killing is a great bit of fun.’

* * * * *

“She’s forgotten all about you. She won’t come for you,” Anya said to Dawn.

“Yeah?” Dawn asked, “If Buffy’s not coming for me, why do you still have me here?”

Anya opened her mouth to speak, but after realizing she had nothing to say closed it.
Dawn smiled to herself. She knew Buffy was coming; Spike too. And if she understood the claim thingy right Faith was coming as well. For a demon, or rather ex-demon, Anya was very dumb. Kidnapping the Slayer’s kid sister was not smart, and kidnapping the kid sister of a Slayer who was Mated to a vampire, who’d killed two Slayers and who was also Sister-claimed to another Slayer and a super powerful witch was just so beyond dumb they didn’t even have a word for it yet.

“I’m not as confident in this plan as I was earlier, Anya,” the Mayor said, “I’d hate to have to find another demon to do my little task. I mean, this is America, the land of opportunity. I present opportunity: kill the Slayer and no one can deliver. Disappointment really doesn’t cover the emotions that evokes.”

“Kinda sucks, doesn’t it,” Dawn piped from her position in the center of the room, “Knowing Buffy’s going to totally kick your butt.”

“Buffy is not going to kick my butt. I’m going to help the Mayor with his evil plot of ascension and then I’ll be my vengeance demon self once again,” Anya said confidently.

“Right, cuz that worked out so well for you the first time my sister totally killed you,” Dawn said.

“I like this kid. It really is a shame we will have to kill her. She is so full of spirit. I like youth with spirit. It so refreshing,” the Mayor said.

“So, what’s the hype about the Ascension thing anyway?” Dawn asked innocently, “I mean apocalypses are cool and all, but been there done that. This Ascension…new.”

“It is so much more than an apocalypse. I will finally become my true self. And one can not be whole until they are true to their inner self,” the Mayor said.
“So, you’re inner self is…?” Dawn asked.

“A demon, dear girl. But, I’m sure that part you knew. You are clever, the spirited ones always are. However, I’ll be fully demon. All the demons your sister has ever faced have been half-breeds, like Anya and the many vampires she faces on a nightly basis,” the Mayor said, “She does have stamina, that Buffy. It really is a terrible tragedy she and Faith couldn’t be convinced to join me. They’d be such great assets.”

“I’m sorry. B and I don’t work for idiots,” Faith said from the doorway.

“Not quite the Slayer I expected, but you’ll do. You have something that belongs to me. And it’s really not nice to steal,” the Mayor said.

“Likewise,” Faith said.
The Mayor chuckled. The Slayer’s were spirited. Dangerous, yes, but spirited.

“You’re outnumbered,” Anya said, “And we can always kill Buffy’s brat of a sister.”

“No one calls Dawn a brat except me,” Buffy said as she stepped up next to Faith.

“Yeah!” Dawn intoned, “Wait, no.”

“Spike, get Dawn,” Buffy commanded.

“Now, young lady, that is just rude. We can just conduct the transaction like normal, civilized beings,” the Mayor said, “Just hand over my box and you are free to take your sister with you.”

“Gee, I’d love to, but I didn’t bring the ‘box’ with me. I came for my sister. I won’t be leaving without her,” Buffy answered.

“That’s terrible news,” the Mayor said, “I’ll just have to kill her then. And she’s such a spunky kid.”

“Buffy!” Dawn screamed as she was carried out of the room by a vampire.

“Faith, Spike!” Buffy yelled.

“On it, B,” Faith said as she and Spike went after Dawn.

“You know you won’t be able to just walk out of here with her,” the Mayor said.

“I’ll kill anything in my way to get her, you and I both know that,” Buffy answered.

“Yes, but how exactly do you kill something that can’t be killed?” the Mayor asked with a smile.

“Just wait, your turn will come. Being this ready for death, I might have to check, but that can’t be of the good,” Buffy said, “Anya, did I not make it clear the first time I killed you that you were supposed to stay away from my friends and family?”

“I had a job to do. Being an ex-demon isn’t exactly a high demand position,” Anya answered.

“Well, I could just kill you,” Buffy said.

“I’m mortal,” Anya said triumphantly, “You don’t kill mortals.”

“Trust me,” Buffy said slowly, “I’m mated to a vampire, and you think I follow the Slayer Handbook?”

“There’s a handbook?” the Mayor asked, “No one told me.”

“No one told me either, don’t feel so bad,” Buffy said.

“Sill, Buffy. Killing a mortal is different than going to a vampire for many orgasms. I don’t blame you for wanting Spike to give you orgasms. If he wasn’t mated, and you know fighting for you, I’d be very interested in – ”

“You so don’t even want to finish that sentence,” Buffy said.

'Pet, we could use a bit of help. We’re in the back lot.’

“Don’t come near my family again,” Buffy said as she jumped out the window.

“This is not good,” the Mayor said to Anya, “I need that box.”

“I’ll get it. I’ll just steal the box instead of the girl,” Anya said in a chipper voice.

The Mayor rubbed his temples. He really needed to stop out processing for the important jobs, but with a city to run, and Ascension to plan…really he was booked. The Slayer was something he had not expected to foil his plans so completely. It’s not like he’d never seen one in action before, but this one…both of them were unlike any he’d seen before.


Outside, the three supernatural beings fought with all they had. The large group of vampires must have been paid well because they put up an outstanding fight. Spike, who of course was a vampire, was impressed by their wiliness to stick it out. As he knew, good minions were hard to get.

He watched, in awe as always, as Buffy maneuvered among the vampires. Kick here, roundhouse here, punch there; poetry in motion. Faith was good, but she was a lot more action, less poetry. Both were just as deadly. The two of them worked around each other, worked with each other just as if they’d been doing it their entire life. Never was there a moment where one was in the way of the other. Always they complimented each other. Just as he and the Slayer did.

“Slayer!” the leader yelled, “Stop now or I drain the kid.”

“STOP!” Buffy yelled and the entire parking lot froze.

“Nice effect, B,” Faith said.

All three could feel the fear pouring from Dawn. She had tried to be brave, she knew her sisters and Spike would come, but this was too much. She was only a kid and she didn’t have super anything. She was allowed to be scared when a vampire threatened to drink her blood.

“You can’t drain her, mate. You’ll be hunted by all the vampires on the Hellmouth if you do that,” Spike said.

“Right,” the vampire said, “She’d have to be Mated.”

“She’s claimed you git,” Spike said, “Can’t you smell it?”

Buffy and Faith exchanged looks and acted as one. In the blink of an eye, the remaining vampires were little dust piles. Only the leader remained.

“Hand over my sister and you can walk away with your miserable undead life,” Buffy said.

The vampire began to laugh, “You think you can stop this? The Ascension is unstoppable. You’re fighting a loosing battle, Slayer.”

“That’s what they always say,” Buffy said, “But some kids just never learn.”

Having enough of the witty banter part of the fight, Buffy lunged at the vampire. Before she could reach him, he and Dawn both disappeared.

“Dawn?” Buffy asked in a small voice.

“They disappeared,” Faith said, stunned, “Since when do vamps disappear?”