Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

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A/N: Thanks to Amarysso for betaing.

Translation: ceffo = jerk


CHAPTER 18 – Claimed Fully


… Fall 1998 …


Spike was quietly smoking against a huge tree, watching Buffy, Caden and Angel fight off a group of vampires that have nested in one of the crypts. Niko was sitting beside one of the oversized tree roots, his hands behind his head in an obvious state of relaxation.

“Do they do that all the time?” Buffy asked Caden once she dusted the vampire she was fighting.

He afforded a quick glance at the two “slacker” vampires casually talking with each other without a care in the world. “Unfortunately, yes. You should be flattered though.”

“Flattered? What? That they’re getting paid to do nothing?”

Caden chuckled. “No, it means they both think you can handle yourself.”

“Oh.” Buffy said with a small smile. “That’s good, I think.”

Another vampire lunged at her and she quickly dodged out of the way. She threw a punch aimed at the vampire’s nose and while he was stunned, a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She then started backing up and led the irate vampire towards Spike and Niko.

“Hey! You’re not getting paid to talk. I thought you were supposed to be guarding me,” she said with a small playful frown as she avoided another attack.

“You seem to have a handle on things, pet.”

She turned around to get a better view of Spike. She flashed him her signature pout that usually made him feel guilty and do anything she wanted. “But I thought you said you’d always protect me.”

Hearing the slight inflection in her voice, Niko quickly got up and took over the fight for the Slayer. He knew that it was better for his health to be fighting off a vampire than to be caught in the middle of whatever it was Buffy and Spike were going to end up doing. If the blond vampire said the right thing, then Niko would be subjected to romantic mush. If the damn ceffo said the wrong thing, then he’d be subjected to high pitched screams and curses. Yes, fighting a vampire was a much better fate at the moment.

“I did say that, kitten. And I do protect you. But you don’t need me when I know you’ve got everythin’ under control.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but it would be nice if you actually did your job!”

“Well maybe I’m savin’ up my strength for somethin’ else later tonight, luv.”

“Like what?”

Spike pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

“Mmm, keep on doing that and I’ll end up losing my concentration.”

“Well you know my thoughts are always filled with you, pet. I just felt that it was safer to stand back and not get in your way.”

“You’re just using that as an excuse to be lazy.”

“Well I promise to make it up to you somehow.”

“Spike?”

“Yes, pet?”

She opened her mouth to say something but then she just closed it and looked away.

Spike studied her intently. “You know I’m happy with the way things are right now.”

“You’re such a bad liar. I know what goes on in that naughty little head of yours especially when you’re sleeping.”

“Yeah, and they are all of you.”

Buffy answered him with a smirk. “Oh stop lying already Spike. I guess what you just said was very sweet and flattering, but I know not all your dreams are about me.”

“So are you jealous?”

“Hah! Hardly!” she said confidently. Spike knew she was nervous about the idea of sex which was why he never pushed the issue. They had claimed each other but they were not mates in the true sense of the word. He had wanted to take all of her the moment the claim bond snapped into place. The claim was asking that it be done but he wasn’t sure if she was ready. He could have taken it anyway, taken it and made her feel good about the whole thing. He didn’t want that though. He didn’t want their relationship to have any doubts. There should be no excuses that what he felt for her was brought about by some metaphysical bond. His feelings for her were real. He truly loved her.

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Spike stared at the sleeping form beside him as he recalled what happened just a few hours ago. He never would have thought any of this was possible and the sputterings of poetry that were threatening to come forth was making a part of him gag. She was beautiful. He always thought that she was a vision, but nothing more glorious than now. She was sleeping soundly beside him, free of clothing and her skin aglow. He planted a kiss on her shoulder as if in adoration and the sigh that came from her was enough to make his unbeating heart sing. It had been two years since he had marked her and less than a year since they had claimed each other. He waited patiently, waiting for when she was ready to truly be mated to him. She had called him foolish, mocking him that for a vampire that was more than a century old and enjoyed violence, deep down he was nothing more than a helpless romantic. If those words came from anyone else, he would have surely ripped them apart. But coming from Buffy, it was a welcome admission.

She moved in her sleep… exposing the fresh bite marks that once again pronounced that she was his. The mark he had given her earlier that year were faded and seemed like a forgotten memory but in truth, her body hadn’t forgotten at all.

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… just a few hours earlier …

When he sank his fangs in her neck, he felt her body tense not with fear but with anticipation. He pressed her gently into the mattress as he pulled on her blood and drank slowly. He sighed softly from the taste of her sweet elixir and the warmth of her body. They had shed their clothes in a heated frenzy just moments ago and though Spike was bare, thin lace still kept the Slayer’s modesty. Spike felt his hardening cock brush against the silky fabric covering her warm quim.

“Spike…,” she moaned as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.

The blond vampire reluctantly pulled his fangs from her neck and licked the fresh bite marks closed. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

That earned him a soft smile as she pulled him towards her for a passionate kiss. She parted her lips and licked his lower lip, inviting him to taste more of her. He happily complied, delving his tongue into her mouth like a foreshadowing of what he was planning to do to her a little later.

Buffy moaned as he teasingly stroked her with his cock through the thin fabric. He pushed into her gently and she could feel the now wet lace rubbing against her clit, adding to the sensation. He broke the kiss to let her breath. He looked at her with lust filled eyes and with the way her body was responding, he knew she wanted this just as much as he did.

Spike let his hand cup a lace covered breast, squeezing it gently as his thumb played with her nipple. He then started trailing kisses down her body until he decided to settle between her legs. He licked her through the lace, tasting both her wetness and his pre-cum as he focused on applying pressure to her clit.

Buffy arched her back, pushing her hips closer to him. She wanted more of the sensations he was giving her. They had never gone this far before. Spike had been the gentleman and would do no more than what she was ready for. But now she was ready for it all. She wanted to be mated to him and belong to him for all eternity. She had heard it would hurt and seeing how big Spike was made her a little nervous. But if sex felt anything like what he was doing to her now, she was sure any pain would be worth it.

Spike licked her a few more times but the smell of her arousal made him impatient. He was aching to taste her. With a growl, he used his claws and the lace was no more. Buffy let out a gasp as the lace was ripped from her body then she felt his cool tongue on her and taste her once more. He worked deftly, licking and sucking, determined to make her scream out in pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair, telling him without words that she didn’t want him to stop. Soon her back arched and her climax slammed into her when Spike pursed his lips on her clit and sucked on it.

The blonde vampire hovered over her, waiting for her to catch her breath. He smiled then looked at her tenderly when she finally opened her eyes to meet his. “Pet, are you sure about this?”

“Yes! … Yes, please Spike. We’ve put this off for too long. … I want to feel you.”

“I’ll try to be gently, luv,” he said as he guided himself to her slick channel.

Buffy nodded as she braced herself for the pain. Spike slid inside her slowly, stopping once in a while when she saw her wincing in pain. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he didn’t more right away. He was enjoying the feel of her around him and at the same time he was letting her get used to him. He leaned down and kissed her ardently, hoping that that would distract her from the pain. When she began to move against him, he rocked his hips slowly, pulling out slightly then thrusting quickly inside her.

“Mmm… Spike. …”

“Does it hurt, pet?”

“A little but… mmm… yes… there… more… “

Spike grinned and angled his body to hit that spot that made her cry for more. They soon found a rhythm that made both of them moan and writhe in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him to thrust deeper. He pressed his body against hers, the feel of her breasts against his chest only adding to the pleasurable sensations she was giving him. He felt the pleasure building inside him as her thighs started quivering, signaling her impending release. He let his demon come forth and buried his fangs in her neck once more. As he pulled on her blood, Buffy’s orgasm hit her again. Her muscles squeezed him, pulling him with her into ecstasy. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she bit down on his shoulder hard enough to break skin.

“Mine.” Spike murmured.

Buffy tasted blood on her lips as she whispered her response. “I am yours as you are mine.”

“Yes, luv. Yours. Always … forever … completely yours.”