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Living Vengeance by Ariel Dawn
 
Wedding Night
 
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By Ariel Dawn
Chapter 30: Wedding Night

Summary: Buffy and Spike just claimed each other...what would you do in that situation?

Disclaimer: Joss owns the BTVS characters. I play with them.

Author’s note: Thanks to the fabulous BTL for the great betaing…she’s even won an award for it! Runner up in the Best Beta category! YAY! So proud. *huggles*
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Anya stepped out of the back room, tears streaming down her face. “That was so beautiful,” the newly elevated vengeance demon gushed, rushing towards her friend and enveloping her in a hug. Buffy laughed and disengaged Anya from her. “And you!” Anya pointed a finger at Spike. “I know dozens of women who would gladly wish vengeance on you! You hurt Rixy again and you can kiss your dick good bye!”

“Anyanka, you’re scary!” giggled Buffy, pressing herself against her vampire again, who was holding his duster protectively over his bits.

“Yes. Thank you,” Anya responded. “It’s good to be something instead of pathetic and miserable. But you probably want to go and give each other orgasms. I don’t blame you. Go, leave me in my lonely and depressing magic shop.”

“Anya...” Buffy started, instantly feeling guilty.

“Go!” Anya gave her a smile to let her know she was fine and shooed them away with her hands.

Buffy pulled Spike away from Anya and towards the door.

“I’ll talk to you soon, ok?” asked Buffy.

Anya nodded. “I have to find someone else who doesn’t like Xander.”

“Ever think of Angelus? He doesn’t like the whelp...” supplied Spike. Buffy gave him a look cutting him off. “What? I was trying to be helpful.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and tugged on the door of the shop. “I don’t want you thinking about Angelus,” she whispered.

“No?”

Buffy shook her head and grinned, taking his hand and leading him from the shop.
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They walked for ages, just holding hands, not saying a word between them. The streets of Sunnydale were quiet as the night wore on. She knew where they were going, slowly. His crypt, the place he’d been living. It wasn’t a home. She didn’t intend for him to have a home there anymore. They could go anywhere and do anything. There was no reason to tie him down to that hole in the ground.

Together they would be a homing beacon for the Immortal. She wasn’t leaving him, so he had to come with her. That’s just the way it was going to have to be.

They were halfway through the cemetery when Liz jumped out from behind a tomb, stake at the ready.

“Oh look, a demon and a vampire, finally something to slay,” quipped the slayer, advancing on Buffy and completely ignoring Spike. “What did you do to him?” asked Liz.

“I beg your pardon?” asked Buffy for clarification.

“I saw the whole thing, in the magic box, with the biting and the kissage. There were cameras. What the hell did you do to my vampire?” Liz’s voice echoed through the cemetery.

“Oh he’s not yours, Elizabeth,” responded Buffy hotly, irritation prickling at the edges of her mind. “That’s just what I was doing, making him mine.”

“Since when the bloody hell do you care to whom I belong?” questioned Spike, his hand squeezing Buffy’s gently.

“Since she’s made you all evil again. I swear to god, if you start killing people, I’ll kill you, Spike,” seethed Liz.

“Stop, right there, stop. He isn’t killing anyone, that chip that’s wedged in his brain is still there. He’s not wished it out yet. I’ve not made him evil, Liz. Angelus did a damn good job of that,” explained Buffy.

“That’s a stupid excuse!” spat Liz. “Ever since you came here, he hasn’t been patrolling...”

“Oy! I’m right here! There’s no need to talk about me like I’m not!” protested the vampire. “And since when do you bleedin’ care what I do with my unlife? Maybe I got tired of bein’ the butt of all your jokes. Poor Spike’s not a real vampire, can’t kill, useless!”

“You aren’t useless,” soothed Buffy, raising a hand to his cheek and looking into his eyes.

Liz rolled her eyes. “Please! You only want him because he wants me!”

“No,” whispered, Buffy, still looking into Spike’s blue depths, “I want him ‘cause I love him.” Buffy turned to look at her name sake with disgust. “I can’t imagine how they made you turn out so bigoted, Liz. We’re leaving.” Buffy opened a portal beneath her feet, pulling Spike along with her.

The pair tumbled onto her bed, bouncing slightly. She sighed, knowing that the mood was ruined. She lay back, her head hitting the pillows as she tried to stem the flow of tears that threatened.

“I’m sorry. For what she said,” she whispered, running her hand through her blonde curls.

“Not your fault, product of the Council, of the bollocks those watchers have put into her head,” Spike supplied, letting his head rest next to hers.

Buffy nodded sadly. “Can’t stay there...She’s so angry.”

Gently, Spike reached for her hand and squeezed her fingers tenderly. She turned her head towards him and smiled sadly. Slowly he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Soft lips caressed, and tongues begged entrance into each other’s mouths. Buffy moaned against his persistent mouth, as cool vampire hands feathered over her arms. Pulling her towards him, the pair rolled, forcing Buffy on top of Spike’s black clad figure.

Mid kiss Buffy forced her eyes open and broke away. She raised herself up on to her hands and stared back at the vampire she had been making out with.

“No,” she said simply, shaking her head before rolling off of him and down onto the mattress beside him.

“No?” he asked confused.

Buffy looked over at her mate and repeated herself. The look in his eyes was heartbreaking, but she had to be firm. “The sex. It’s not going to happen until I know why. Why you finally claimed me, why you aren’t going to run back to Dru, why you’re suddenly over Liz... I’m not going to let myself be hurt again.” Buffy swung her legs around to the edge of the bed and stood up, heading to her closet. “My heart can’t take it.”

“Buffy...” he sighed, sitting up and reaching out a hand for her.

Even with her back turned to him she could feel his emotions through the claim connection. The desire to be loved, not be made a fool of, embarrassment, rejection, love, guilt. It was the last one that threw her for a loop.

“Since when do you feel guilty? You’re a demon, you aren’t supposed to feel guilt!” she exclaimed turning around to face him.

His hand dropped to his lap as his face displayed the shock of her accusations.

“Guess it’s been since I’ve been palling around with the do gooders, got this chip in my head to make me all safe for the kiddies. It’s not the guilt of the thousands of lives I’ve taken though,” he continued. “Been gnawing away at me, since Angelus came back to the fold. Dru went straight back into his arms, just as you said she would. I realised that I’d been doing the same to you. Took me a right long time to smarten up too. Liz sent the bugger to hell with his shiny soul all restored like, and still all Dru wanted was her Daddy. So ya, I feel a little guilty.”

Buffy couldn’t help the little smile that graced her face. “Good!” she laughed. Her tone turned sombre though as she continued. “I know what I did to you was cruel, and I think I’ve more than made up with it, the way you’ve treated me over the century.”

He nodded. “I think we’ve both had our share of suffering luv. After the soddin’ military put this chip in my brain...”

“Liz has always been nasty to you, and still you fell for her,” she finished for him.

“Never occurred to me that she could be one of ours. Not once!” he growled angrily.

“Little bit relieved that she never accepted your advances,” Buffy stated, knowing what he was feeling.

“I’d like to think, hindsight being 20/20 and all that rot, that I saw you in her...”

Buffy chuckled. “Sure, you tell yourself that Spike, if it makes you feel better. That’s two out of three...”

“I never stopped loving you, Cecily,” he admitted. “Dru just...”

“What? Got in the way?”

“She caught me at a time when I didn’t know how to go on. Then you soddin’ show up while I’m chained to the rafters and profess your undying love...What the bloody hell was I supposed to think? Dru’s done, gone, not going down that road again. She’s used me for the last time, just as I’m done using you. I don’t care if you ever want to touch me again or if you want to keep me on a bleedin’ leash for the rest of eternity, I’m yours. It’s your turn to get all possessive and growly, I’ll be ‘fuck me I’m yours’. It’s up to you, love. Just please love me.” His tone was close to pleading and look in his eyes told her how much it had taken for him to say that.

“I never stopped, William.”

Buffy stared back at her mate for a moment, then stepped towards him, placing a kiss on his lips, yanking him to a standing position. She pushed his duster off his frame and began untucking his shirt from his jeans, their lips only losing contact when she pulled the shirt off his body.

Throwing the shirt aside, she ran her hands down his torso, her fingers tracing the outlines of his muscles, her hands travelling lower to unzip him from the tight confines of his jeans. Her lips slipped from his and descended his sculpted chest, her hands tugging the black denim down his legs.

She couldn’t push his trousers all the way off, due to his boots; boots she could swear were the same ones he had been wearing the last time they did this. Buffy let her tongue trail down his torso past his navel and down his exposed thighs before turning upwards, licking the under side of his erect cock, twirling around the seeping head, eliciting a moan from the vampire.

Buffy looked up at her lover and smiled. “I want you naked and in my bed,” she whispered, her breath passing over the head of his cock, making him shudder. She stood, grinning at his confused look, and turned towards her closet. “Don’t go anywhere...” She opened the walk in closet doors and stepped in, shutting the door behind her.

She allowed herself a few calming breaths as she inspected her wardrobe for what she was going to change into. The very business like ‘school’ clothes she was wearing didn’t seem very seductive to her. Of course not that she needed to seduce Spike, he seemed ready and willing.

Buffy slipped out of her clothes and into a nightie that she hadn’t worn or even thought about wearing since the turn of the century. It seemed appropriate. By the time she’d stepped back into her bedroom, Spike was lounging on her bed, still hard, and very naked. She could tell that he was trying very hard to keep the grin off of his face.

“Well aren’t you all cocky,” she punned, walking towards the bed, her white night gown making her appear to be floating.

Spike sat up, the grin more apparent, while his eyes looked her over.

“Aren’t you all Victorian, all of a sudden...” he jibed back.

“Always have been, so have you, William,” she whispered kneeling on the side of her bed.

Spike reached out and took her in his arms, cradling her against his body. “So I’m naked, and in your bed, what are you going to do with me, Miss Underwood?” he asked, running his hands down her silk covered arms.

Buffy stuck out her lip and pouted. “I thought I was Mrs. Fairchilde now?” she said in a small voice.

Spike looked back at her his eyes wide. “I suppose you are at that, love,” he conceded.

The vengeance demon smiled back. “Then I think, Mr. Fairchilde that it is time you made love to your wife.”

With a slight groan, Spike pressed his lips against hers passionately, gently forcing her mouth open to admit his tongue, seeking out as much contact between them as possible.

His hands left her waist, and traveled down to the hem of her nightgown, finding its lace edge before tugging it above her head, leaving her naked before him, save for her pendant. Gently she pushed him down against the soft mattress and settled herself on his thighs, his hard cock ready and waiting between them. He reached out, tweaking a nipple with each hand, then leaned forward and did the same thing with his tongue.

Worshiping her breasts with fervour, Spike noticed a significant increase in the scent of arousal coming off of his vengeance demon mate. A hand traveled lower on her body, testing just how wet she was for him. His fingers slipped past her sodden folds, his thumb stroking her clit as he entered her, sliding into her moist channel.

He abandoned her pert nipples, letting his tongue travel upwards in search of the mark he had made on her neck, the ones that bound him to her for all eternity. She was his. A hundred and twenty years late, but she was his.

His fingers slipped out of her pussy and with both hands, he grasped her around the waist, lifting her up and setting her down slowly on his hard prick. Her moans of pleasure filled the room as she sank onto his cock, to the hilt, taking him all in.

Buffy stared back at her lover with a lust ridden smile and leaned forward, taking his lips with her own again. The urge to move against one another overpowered her and soon they found themselves locked in a rhythmic and tender struggle.

Limbs entwined, Spike thrust into Buffy’s core, hands caressing her skin. She countered him, thrust for thrust, keeping in time, as she felt the first sensations that an orgasm was approaching. What had started tender and gentle took on the appearance of a more heated encounter as Buffy rode Spike’s cock, milking his shaft, as it slipped in and out of her.

Without warning, Spike slipped into his vampiric guise and bit down onto his marks, taking sips of the blood he thought the sweetest in the world.

“Mine,” he whispered, his fangs still embedded in her neck.

Buffy screamed from climax, shouting “Yours” into the darkness of her lair. She recovered in an instant, panting, and bringing her own demon face to the fore, finding purchase on her own marks on his neck with her blunt teeth.

“Mine,” she countered, taking small sips from his neck.

One final thrust and Spike spent his cold seed into her womb, her teeth in his neck, whispering that he was hers as well.
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Morning in Arashmahar looked a lot like night, but it wasn’t the dawn of Arashamahar’s red dim sun that woke Buffy from her sleep. She reached for her lover as she had a dozen times before to find that he wasn’t in bed with her.

She quieted her fears that he had left her, again, and opened her eyes, sitting up in bed.

Spike was sitting on a chair facing the bed, like he had done before, a sad look on his face.
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tbc...
 
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