Chapter Sixteen

She felt his cock jump inside her as he spoke, and she giggled in spite of herself. Shaking off the sadness she felt at knowing he would be gone soon, she squeezed him with her internal muscles and murmured, “How would we do that?”

Spike concentrated hard and without moving his hips, began to move his cock so that it bumped against her womb, providing just enough stimulation to make her gasp and whimper. In retaliation, she began rhythmic contractions of her muscles; contractions that soon had low, rumbling growls coming from his chest. The growls vibrated throughout Buffy’s body, adding to the sensations already being created by his still active cock and bringing accompanying hums from her own throat.

For long, ecstatic minutes, they stubbornly kept up the unspoken contest to see who would move first. The Slayer was gritting her teeth, refusing to give in to the urge to begin rubbing her pelvis against him, while the vampire fought down his demon and its demands that he pound her into the mattress. Without either of them realizing what was happening, they gradually began moving together. Slowly at first, small, barely perceptible motions that gradually developed into harder and harder thrusts until Buffy was clinging to the headboard with both hands while Spike pushed against her with his full vampiric strength.

Buffy’s head was thrown back as she felt another earthshaking orgasm building and Spike’s eyes were drawn to her throat and the pulse pounding there in rhythm with the motion of his hips. She opened her eyes to see, not the soft blue eyes she was expecting but the amber lust-filled gaze of the demon she’d first met at Back to School Night.

With a growl of her own, she pulled his face down to her neck, gasping, “Do it.”

There was no pause as his fangs elongated and slipped through the soft skin on her neck. As soon as she felt the first long pull on her blood, Buffy began to tremble. With a muffled shriek, she fell into a pattern of orgasm after orgasm with every deep pull on her throat. Her slayer senses, which should have been telling her to fight the demon, instead were reveling in the sense of complete surrender to the vampire drinking her life’s blood.

With the first draught, Spike’s demon began screaming for him to drain this woman beneath him. As each swallow of powerful Slayer blood reached his body, he grew stronger – the last of his wounds closing and his muscles bursting with new strength. When he felt her begin to spasm around him, he let go, pouring that strength back into her as he pumped his lifeless sperm into the waiting womb and fighting to suppress the claiming words that trembled in his throat.

When he felt her heart slowing down, Spike snapped out of the lust-induced fog and immediately withdrew his fangs from her neck, licking the wounds closed and nuzzling her anxiously.

“Slayer? Buffy? I’m so sorry. Talk to me, love.”

“Wow?” she offered weakly. “What the hell was that?”

“That was me being a selfish wanker and taking advantage of the situation,” he responded, relaxing now that he knew she was all right and rolling off to the side. “I am so sorry, love. You have no idea how that--”

“Okay, I’m thinking I kinda have an idea. Feeling a little woozy here. But, come on, Spike. I asked you to do it – and, all things considered? Not dead and definitely feeling the happy factor. I’m surprised I didn’t lose MY soul after that little performance.”

He laughed ruefully and agreed. “Got to admit, pet, if I live to be a thousand, I don’t expect to ever feel like this again. That was bloody…If I try to put it into words that poncy William is going to come out spouting poetry. You are absolutely amazing.”

“Not so bad yourself there, Vampire.” She smiled at him, her eyes sleepy.

She curled into his side, sighing comfortably when he pulled the covers up over them and put his arms around her.

“I’m just going to take a little nap now - and then we’ll go kick soulless vampire butt…”

“You’re not kicking anything tonight, pet. Not until I know you’re back to full strength.”

He dropped a kiss on her forehead and began to ease out of the bed.

“Where’re you going?” she whined without opening her eyes.

“Going to find you something to drink. I’m too full of Slayer blood to sleep right now. You rest and I’ll be back before you know it.”

There was no answer as Buffy fell into a restorative sleep, her Slayer healing working hard to replace the blood she’d lost. While Spike pulled on his jeans and walked downstairs, she snoozed peacefully feeling completely sated and relaxed.

Spike let her sleep for several hours before dropping his jeans on the floor and trying to wake her with another kiss as he slipped back into the bed. When she didn’t respond immediately, he began whispering in her ear. His murmured endearments flowed into her still sleep-logged brain, the words not really registering as much as the warmth and caring in his rugged baritone. Eventually she responded, turning over to blink into his worried eyes and smile reassuringly.

“Ah, there you are. Was beginning to worry a bit, pet. Been here for quite a while trying to get you to wake up.”

“I heard you,” she yawned, “I just didn’t feel like waking up. It was nice. Hearing you tell me….” She opened her eyes wide, suddenly remembering some of the things he’d been murmuring into her ear and staring into his embarrassed face.

“Yeah, well, had to say something, didn’t I? I mean there you were, dead to the world with a vampire leaning over you…”

His voice trailed off as she reached a hand up to stroke his cheek, almost as if she was trying memorize the shape of his face. He studied her, anxiously trying to decipher the look she was giving him.

“Yeah,” she agreed finally, “I guess you had to say something.” She sat up, stretching her arms over her head and blushing at the admiring look he was giving her now-exposed upper body.

He grinned lasciviously and licked his lips before reluctantly turning away to reach for the large glass of orange juice he’d brought up with him. “Here, love. Stop tempting me with those perfect little bosoms and drink up. Need to replace your fluids, Slayer healing or no.”

They leaned back against the headboard in companionable silence while Buffy obediently drained the whole glass of juice. When it was empty, she held it out to him with a questioning look and he immediately grabbed it and stood up to go get more. A barely perceptible sound outside the window brought his head around and Buffy was surprised to see him go immediately into game face, snarling viciously.

Her head snapped around, her mouth forming an “o” when she saw a furious Angelus snarling back at Spike from just outside the window. They remained in a frozen tableau for long, tense seconds, the soulless vampire on the roof glaring at his naked former girlfriend and his equally naked grandchilde.

Buffy grabbed the sheet, automatically pulling it up to cover the breasts Angel had never seen before, while Spike stood up, completely comfortable with his nudity as he walked over and yanked the drapes closed.

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Furious over what he’d just seen, as well as his inability to get into the house and do anything about it, the older vampire raged through Sunnydale, grabbing anyone and anything that did not appear strong enough to fight back and ripping out their throats with no regard for whether he actually needed the blood or not. So great was his rage that he was unable to take his usual cruel enjoyment in killing his victims slowly. He ripped and tore until he’d worn himself out leaving Sunnydale awash in the blood of those unfortunate enough to have crossed his path.


He returned to the warehouse to find Drusilla sitting patiently beside a pale, drained Xander, waiting for her newest toy to wake up. It was obvious from the marks on his body that she had amused herself for quite a while before finally draining and turning the boy. Even though Angelus had planned to kill the first one of Buffy’s friends he could get his hands on, and even though he had sent Drusilla to look for one of them while he checked on the Slayer, his disgust at seeing which one she’d come back with was palpable.

Angelus grabbed her roughly, yanking her dress over her head and lifting her onto his hard cock. Even as she growled and screamed in delight, she was watching him shrewdly and reading his mood. With a vicious swipe of her claws, she left four bleeding slashes across his face as she hissed, “You are wishing I was her. That dirty little slayer that has taken my William. You have seen them!”

Her sire ignored her except to backhand her for scratching him, dropping to the floor and pounding into her until he was done. Then he rolled off and pointed at Xander’s still immobile body.

“I don’t know what possessed you to turn that worthless piece of shit, but since you have, I know what his first meal will be. I’ll show her what it means to defy Angelus. And I’ll make that childe of yours pay too. No one takes what’s mine and lives to brag about it.”

When Drusilla refused to listen to his insistence that Xander would not be waking up until the following evening, he left her in disgust and went into the makeshift bedroom to sleep until all the blood he’d taken had worked to bring him back to full strength.

Drusilla waited quietly beside Xander’s body, talking occasionally to one of her dolls and watching carefully for any signs of consciousness.