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There were no more words. Spike was on her with violence of tongue and hands, slamming her against the wall as he shredded her shirt. A thrill ran through her at being trapped between him and the wall.

Her hands ran up his shoulders and shoved his leather jacket back impatiently. He used a knee wedged between her legs to keep her upright as he shed himself of the nuisance, then his hands were back at work.

“Spike,” she managed as he ran rough palms across the soft flesh of her stomach, deft fingers sliding underneath the fabric of her bra to tease her nipples. Cool air hit them as he shoved the cups of her bra down to bunch beneath her breasts.

“Spike, please baby-“

“No,” he said, cutting her off through gritted teeth as she arched her body to his. He lowered his hands and gripped her hips.

“What?” she asked breathlessly, feeling his hands like steel even through her jeans.

“First time we’re doing this right, luv.”

He lifted her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he spun them around. He snaked a hand down and shoved open the door to his bedroom, then moved them into darkness.

Her feet touched the floor and found carpet. She’d lost her shoes somewhere against the wall, and Spike’s hands quickly stripped her of everything else. He lifted her again, hands splayed beneath her back as he laid her gently on the bed before turning to undress himself.

Time froze as she waited again for his touch. She was surrounded by the sensations of him, the musky scent of his skin and the texture of silk sheets that slid like water beneath her naked skin. She listened to him toss clothes and closed her eyes as she heard the zipper to his jeans drop.

He was on her again, a shift of the bed and the return of cool touch. She opened her eyes and lost her breath. The light from the open door cast a glow around him as he rose above her, He was a masterpiece, alabaster flesh carved from marble and breathed to life. Blue eyes glinted black in the absence of light, but still she could make out the emotion there, the passion like fury, and the softer side that was taming it down from deadly.

His body covered hers, hard and sleek on her flesh. She lifted her hips and met him, taking the slight sting as he slid thickly in. Heat rushed through her at the sensation, and she gasped. The muscles in his arms tightened as he withdrew and then surged forward again.

He was cool, like velvet steel, but she flushed as he thrust into her, the heat, sensation running up the length of her body as he built her up towards a peak.

“Oh, god!” she ground out.

“Not even close, pet.” He stepped up his rhythm and watched her go vague.

“Buffy…” he managed as she finally clamped down on him, lost in the vision of her face. She threw her head back, the long column of her throat tightening into a tantalizing arc. Her pulse beat from their exertions, thumped tremendously beneath her skin as he pressed a kiss there. He tasted flesh and salt, and she whimpered at the touch of his tongue.

His demon roared. The smell of her desire, the feel of it slick on his cock sent it into a fury. He felt his face slip its human mask into the wrinkles of a demon, his teeth dropping and dark lusts ripping at him for control.

“Please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for, but only he could give it to her, only he could…

In her mind she saw it, the crush of skin as teeth sank in, the gush of blood that swept pain away into pleasure. It was a pull, a line of ecstasy from neck to groin that surged endlessly. She almost threw him, her Slayer nature bucking despite the rush; her hands shot out and ripped at the sheets. But he held on, thrusts steady, and everything went black as she rode the orgasm out.

Her begging did it, more than he could control- he couldn’t stop himself. It was salt, power, lust in liquid form flowing hot down his throat. He felt her tighten around him, felt his body give in violent shudders.

As he came, his fangs drew back, his face fell again to human, and he pulled himself up to watch her face. Sweat had soaked her blond hair to her forehead, trickling so humanly down her flushed cheeks, mouth trembling and eyes shut. Drops of blood stained her throat, and with a human mouth he bent again to lick them away.

“Spike…” It was a slow journey back to earth. Buffy opened her eyes, saw Spike above her with an animal look on his face.

“Spike?” she questioned softly.

“’Em fine, pet,” he said, seeming to shake it off. He raised a hand and ran it down her cheek.

“You alright? Didn’t take too much?” Her insides were still quivering in the wake.

“No, not too much.”

She pressed a hand to her throat and focused energy into healing. Her hand came away clean.

“See?” she said. “All better.”

He growled.

“It should’ve stayed. Marks what’s mine right proper like.” She just looked at him.

“And we both know that would be so not of the good.”

His eyes were dark. “You’re mine now, pet. Crown to toes.”

Her pulse leapt at his words, beating a violent rhythm inside his head, and her tongue flitted out to dampen her suddenly dry lips. The gesture had Spike stirring again.

“I know,” she admitted as he bent close. His breath was cool and smelled faintly of copper.

“You smell like blood,” she whispered.

“Only yours, pet,” he whispered back. She tried to think about what he was saying, but her thoughts got sidetracked as his hands strayed.

“Okay,” was all she said, and then she lost words.

*

“Won’t your ‘Daddy’ be missing you, pet?” Spike asked an hour or so later as he was running his fingers through her hair.

“Nah. Told him I was staying the night at Cordy’s,” she said, rubbing her nose along the muscles of his shoulder. He pulled back from her a bit, and she knew instantly he was about to ask a difficult question.

“Why’d you change your mind, pet?” His blue eyes were a dark cerulean, and she felt her heart leap a bit from the intensity of his gaze.

“I just thought some stuff out. I know working for my father isn’t easy. Not for me, hell as sure not for anybody not of the family…. And I thought that without you, my world would be much harder.”

Cold like, scary, empty like.

“So that’s it then? All there is to it?”

“For now,” she said softly. “I’m your girl. But that’s all I’ve got.”

He searched her face a moment longer. She watched his eyes change to light as he decided to drop it, and felt the tension drain out of her body.

“Right then,” he said, settling against the pillows and pulling her closer to his side.

“Then that’ll be enough for now.”


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Meanwhile, back at the mansion…

Tesh spoke slowly, with the stutter that plagued his voice and oftentimes his mind. His boss sat in the seat before him, swaying slightly in his big leather office chair. An orchestral piece played softly in the background, belying the tension that was making his two stomachs churn viciously.

“She’s not back? Not to worry. I have an excellent idea as to where she is.”

“Well, su- su-“

Hank held up a hand as he lifted his ringing phone.

“Summers.” There was a slight pause.

“Richard, hello! Yes, yes, things are going well. And he’s falling right into place, just like you said he would. Whatever your man said to him, must have been pretty powerful. He’s not the sort of vamp to refuse that powerful of blood. Now, Richard. She’s my little girl. Mustn’t speak like that.”

He was silent for a moment, leaving Tesh to shift awkwardly on his feet and stare at Berber carpet.

“No, I wasn’t aware of that. Out back The Room, you say? Well, a war may complicate things, but we’ll handle it.”

He realized Tesh was still standing in the room, and waved him off with a vague hand. Tesh left with hasty relief.

Hank’s eyes were cold as he looked out the window to his view of LA’s skyline.

“Ah, yes,” Hank said softly. “We’ll just let that simmer, shall we?”

He twisted in his chair and wrote a name down on his calendar, underlining it precisely three times.

“I have a feeling he’ll be coming to me.”

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