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A/N: Update, update! I know it’s been a while, hope everyone is still with me!

*hugs* to Megan for betaing.

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Chapter 5: Unexpected.


Buffy expected pain. She imagined the bite would sting, that her neck would burn where Spike’s vampiric incisors sank into her flesh. She even anticipated the throbbing of her blood being drawn from her unwilling body, to be followed by a weakening of her muscles before darkness overcame. Countless times during her tenure as Chosen One she’d been plagued by Slayer dreams which depicted her death by vampire bite. None of them had prepared her for this.

She certainly hadn’t predicted the orgasm.

It hit her hard and fast, a burning sensation deep in her abdomen, which grew and expanded with alarming force. The one and only time Buffy had been bitten before this encounter, at the hands of the Master, it had been brutal. Where his bite had been vicious and careless, Spike’s was tender. Each pull of her blood was deliberate, measured, precise and was accompanied by a caress of his lips and a swipe of his tongue against her over-sensitised flesh. Every nerve in Buffy’s body sung with divine pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her.

Her entire world had been knocked off its axis and all Buffy’s pleasure addled brain could think was more.

~*~*~

When the first drop of her blood hit his tongue it was like coming home. Everything in his past, his turning, his love affair with Drusilla, his obsession with slayers, it had all been building up to this one point. The pre-show entertainment before the real deal started. Nothing mattered but the here and the now. The Slayer in his arms and her blood was in his throat. Nothing could beat this moment.

Or so he thought before he felt her shiver in his arms.

One, two, three full body convulsions before her knees gave out. If not for his arms around her waist the girl would certainly have collapsed. Her heart was galloping a hundred miles an hour and the smell of her arousal rose in the air.

The Slayer had a bloody orgasm!

Spike grinned with manly pride against her neck, his face shifting from its vampiric countenance back to his human disguise. And still his lips kept moving, suckling and licking her neck. Her taste was divine. If it weren’t for the dozen sets of eyes watching them right now, Spike would’ve loved to continue doing just that.

“Mine,” he growled against his bite mark again, his arm banding tightly around her waist.

~*~*~

Anger was rolling off Spike in waves, and Buffy shivered at the intensity of his possessive tone. She could literally feel his animosity, and it was the strength of his outrage that slowly woke her senses and reminded her of the current situation.

She was wrapped in the arms of one of the world’s most deadly vampires, a vampire who’d just fed upon her. And given you an earth shattering orgasm… her inner lust bunny reminded. Same said vampire was currently growling at the group of vampires before them.

Oh god, Spike just bit me. I was bitten and I didn’t fight back. I just had an orgasm from a vampire’s bite. Spike just gave me an orgasm. In public. In front of a whole bunch of vampires!

Reality hit like a sudden burst of icy water and Buffy immediately began struggling to free herself from Spike’s grasp. She managed to put a foot or so distance between them even though her wrist was still locked in Spike’s vice grip.

“Let me go!” she snapped, willing her feet to move even though her knees still quaked with aftershocks.

The amassed vampires chuckled in amusement and Buffy’s cheeks flamed. From the looks on their faces they were all too aware of what had just transpired, what Spike had just given her. In public… the little devil on her shoulder grinned.

“Testy,” Spike drawled.

Buffy could imagine the leer on his face and scrunched her nose up in forced distaste. It wasn’t that she found the bleached menace unattractive; no, exactly the opposite. Spike was a good-looking vampire, and he knew. And he wore arrogance like a badge of honour. Admitting out loud that she was aware of his physical qualities would skyrocket his egotism to epic proportions. So there was absolutely no way she was going to allow him the satisfaction of hearing that piece of information.

Buffy opened her mouth to retort something witty and in-his-place putting but the words never had the chance to be born, for Spike none-too-daintily dragged her flush against his rock hard chest. Once more Buffy tried to move away but the fight died almost instantly when something caught her attention. Buffy froze, her eyes widened to comic proportions when she felt a hard something press between the clefts of her behind. She couldn’t even think the name of that certain piece of Spike’s anatomy because naming would mean this was really happening and already she had enough to repress.

This isn’t happening. It’s a sick, scary nightmare and it’ll all go away if I close my eyes and…

Buffy clenched her eyes shut while the words there’s no place like home repeated over and over in her mind, as if willing it would make it so.

~*~*~

Slayer safely tucked against him, Spike fixed a threatening glare upon the would be Slayer slayers before him. He’d proved his point in marking her and he was fed up with the hungry stares from the troop of demons, some of which had turned to lust-filled ogles.

“Shove off.”

The vampires seemed to consider their options for a moment before one in the front nodded. There was a whole lot of nothing they could to the Slayer now that she was marked. Sure she could be killed, but where was the fun in taking a Slayer’s life if the elixir of her blood would go to waste?

Spike smirked as the vampire’s filed away, leaving the alleyway empty save for the Slayer and himself. To be honest he was surprised at how easily they’d given up on their prize, but he wasn’t about to question it. Not when he had a warm body pressed against him.

Buffy must have noticed the departing demons, Spike tipped off to her returned awareness when her struggling resumed. At first her efforts were weak but they quickly grew in strength and before Spike could move to defend himself, her tiny yet quite effective fist popped him in the nose.

“Geez!” he shouted while feeling his nose, expecting it to be broken or bleeding. Thankfully it was neither. “Is that how you thank a person for saving your life, Slayer?”

“You’re not a person,” Buffy retorted instantly.

“Semantics,” Spike waved off. His eyes met hers before drifting to the pinked skin surrounding his bite mark. He took a step forward.

Buffy could read his face like a book, his intent clear as day. But there was no way she was letting his lips or teeth near her neck again. Buffy countered his advance with a step back.

Spike smirked. “Don’t tell me the Slayer’s gone all shy. Not after what we just shared.”

“We didn’t share anything. There was no sharing.” Buffy stamped her foot, belatedly realising how childish the action was. But she didn’t care. There was no sharing between them, only taking on Spike’s behalf. And it was stopping right here.

“You keep your fangs away from my neck or I’ll dust you.” Buffy clamped a hand to her bite wound, as if covering it would hide the fact it existed in the first place.

“Coverin’ it with your hand ain’t goin’ to hide your scent, love.” Spike prowled closer. “I pick you out in a crowd, ‘specially now I know the smell of your sweet little qu—”

“Finish that sentence and I swear to god—”

“God’s not a name I usually go by, but if you insist.”

Buffy wanted to wipe the smug grin off his face, preferably with something hard. “There’s a nice big pile of stakes over there just asking for me to poke you with.”

Spike prowled closer, in no way deterred by her threats. “The only poking that will be goin’ on between us will be with—”

“Stop with the innuendo and the stalky and just get the hell away from me. I’m not your chew toy. There’s no way your vampire parts are coming anywhere near me.” Buffy realised the double entendre after the words had left her mouth, her cheeks flaming in immediate response.

“Well, if you’re offerin’ I wouldn’t say no.” Spike’s thumbs were tucked into the belt loops of his jeans, his hands resting on his upper thighs almost acting like a frame. As if to alert Buffy of what he was thinking with, if she hadn’t already guessed. An overconfident grin curled his lips, his tongue deliberately darting out to lick his lips.

“You’re disgusting.” This time Buffy’s shudder was pure revulsion, the idea of being used, like that, sickening her.

Spike cocked an eyebrow. “I figure bein’ the damsel is a new concept to you; generally a little more accommodation is—”

“There will be NO accommodation.” Buffy’s fists clenched at her sides, her entire form trembling with unguarded fury. “I wouldn’t let you touch me, that way, if you were the last creature on earth. I’d rather kill myself. YOU repulse me.”

Complete and utter disbelief flooded Spike’s expression. His jaw dropped and for once he was speechless.

Buffy smiled smugly.

It was her grin that jolted him, his mouth forming a thin angry line. He should’ve just left. Or hit her. But of course he took the option behind door number three and opened his mouth, promptly shoving his foot in it, saying the worst possible thing.

“You nasty little bitch. No wonder Angel up and left you.”

The fist came from nowhere, clocking him in the nose for the second time this evening. And this time he felt the cartilage give way as blood gushed from his nostrils.

And just like she had the night before, the Slayer spun on her heel and ran away.

~*~*~

Buffy made it all the way to her apartment on that first burst of speed, never slowing down until her door was locked and chained behind her. Only then did she allow herself to process what had happened. Only then did she let the sting of Spike’s words manifest.

What began as a trickle of tears quickly became a gushing flood. Her body shook from the force of her misery and Buffy collapsed against the door and slid to the floor, blinded by the stream of liquid sorrow. It was the worst possible thing Spike could have said, the one way to truly cut her to the bone.

Despite the loss of his soul and the subsequent deaths at his hand, Buffy had still loved Angel. She loved him after he’d killed Ms Calendar and she she’d loved him still when she had to shove that sword into his chest and send him to hell. He was her first. First love, lover and heartbreak wrapped together in one complicated package. The mere thought of a second sent chills down her spine and when she closed her eyes she could still feel the love and trust pouring from his gaze seconds before she ended his life.

Buffy wished she could forget. Forget him, forget their relationship, forget the people he killed and the fact she had to end his existence. Most importantly she wanted to forget that she’d loved him, because then maybe she could begin to heal her broken heart.

When she’d… when Spike had given her a happy, the first cognitive thought after the ‘wow’ and the ‘oh my god’ and the ‘Mmmmm’ had been about Angel. That somehow her reaction to Spike’s bite was hurting him. Just like her sexy dance with Xander last year had hurt him. She was thinking that it shouldn’t feel so good because the pleasure she felt hadn’t been given by her love. Which of course then brought thoughts of guilt. Like she was betraying his memory or something, with his family no less!

“Oh god, what have I done?”

Buffy dragged herself from the floor and moved toward her bed, threw herself onto it and buried her face amongst the pillows to cry herself to sleep.

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A/N: Hope you are still enjoying the story!

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