Blood of My Blood
Chapter 6

AN: Oooo! Smut! heehee And sadly, time to move on to the next phase of the plot. *pouts* I don’t mind if someone wants to write a ficlet or PWP with some more Tarzan fun. Just tell me where you post it so I can read and enjoy. Thank you to Zoe for her moral support and concrit, and to Patti and Ruth for their betaing skills.



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Another book slammed shut, a victim of Willow’s shock and disbelief at what she had read. This was the fifth book in which she had found the same information; that certainly put it out if the world of coincidence. The things it said, though, just couldn’t be right.

After finding Buffy alive and agreeing to help her and Spike, Willow had gone into secret research mode. Giles’ books weren’t much help since they were Council sanctioned and she couldn’t pore over them much without raising his suspicion. So she had gone to a local occult shop that she had recently found while on the hunt for magical ingredients and found plenty of books that would have shocked the pants right off those Council members.

First, she had read up on feral vampires in the hopes of expediting the return of normal Spike. Then, Willow remembered how Buffy told her that Spike had gotten a bit better since the big battle. It led to her hypothesis that somehow Spike might have been able to drink a bit of Buffy’s blood and the potency of Slayer blood had helped him.

Not that I’m about to suggest Buffy let Spike feed off her, Willow thought with a grimace.

Either way, this caught at Willow’s curiousity and she started trying to find information on other Slayers that had relationships with vampires—if there were any. The redhead might not be so experienced, but she had noticed that there was considerably more than pity between the two of them during their short meeting.

Hello! They were groping naked in the hall when I walked in!

Willow winced at the mental images and rubbed her temples. Really, she should have done research like this when Buffy was dating Angel, but she had been so oblivious. The last two years had matured her and now she was going to see why Buffy might be drawn to vampires when she should be staking them.

Willow found she might be more than a little naïve to the way the slayer thing worked. There were suppositions that the power came from demons, just the same as the creatures they hunted. The thought that Buffy might be part demon was not a happy one and so it was to be avoided for now.

More importantly were the prophecies she had uncovered that dealt with slayers—and even more importantly, with them and vampires. The most troubling so far was the one that Willow thought might actually be happening at that very moment. It stated that there would be a child born of enemies—vampire and slayer—that would be one of the greatest champions for good.

How would a vampire get someone pregnant anyway?

So, maybe she was worrying over nothing. She chewed her lip and got up to put the book away. Still, should she tell Buffy about this prophecy...or Giles? No. Definitely not Giles, because then she would have to rat out Buffy. Between the two, she was more loyal to Buffy at this point so there would be no outing of the secret. As for the prophecy, she would do more research to see if it was even possible for a vampire to get someone pregnant before she went running to Buffy with this.

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“Did Willow seem funny to you just now?” Buffy asked Spike as she sat down at the coffee table with the Chinese take-out. She gave a quick shake of her head. “Why am I asking you?”

Spike dropped to the floor beside her and sidled up almost uncomfortably close. His hand snaked out to snatch an egg roll from her, sniffing at it almost comically. She just rolled her eyes at him, almost used to his cartoon-ish antics by now.

“Friend nervous,” the vampire finally replied around a mouthful.

Grimacing, she poked at her Sweet and Sour chicken. “Um, could it have anything to do with the feral vampire running around in his skivvies?”

Her eyes rolled towards him and she arched a brow. Knowing that Willow would show up in the afternoons, she had started forcing him into at least a pair of loose boxers that she had found in Angel’s room. He usually ditched them not long after the other girl left.

Spike just looked back at her blankly and she sighed, returning to her food. This Neanderthal act had its good points and bad points. He couldn't talk her to death like he usually did, but sometimes she missed being able to have a normal conversation.

Buffy forgot that the link let him feel her thoughts until he laid his head on her shoulder, trying to comfort her or maybe to apologize for not being what she wanted.

"It's getting dark," she said, briefly ghosting her fingers over the nape of his neck. "I guess you can get going if you feel like hunting tonight...I know I can't keep you caged in here, even if you don't need to hunt anymore."

"Buffy come with Tarzan," he replied, lifting his head so his gaze could lock with hers.

There must have been some thrall going on, because she actually felt herself giving in. With a small nod, she got up and gathered the food to go put it away. This couldn't end well--going out with him, a feral vampire.

Then her brow wrinkled and she turned back to say, "And, if I go with you, you have to keep the boxers on, okay? Please?"

Her eyes were wide and pleading. How could he refuse that? He nodded and waited for her to finish what she was doing.

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The two blonde mates walked through the forest in silence. One couldn't talk much and the other wasn't sure what to say. So on they walked.

It didn't stay that way for long because Spike had ulterior motives, having asked her to come with him for a reason. As they rounded a tree, he turned her towards him and pressed her back into the trunk. Her eyes flew wide, watching his mouth descend on hers for a hungry kiss.

Buffy's hand fell to his chest but she couldn't seem to find the strength to push him away. Instead, her mouth opened to let his tongue invade, then dance with her own. Fire spread from her mouth down to the bottom of her toes, melting her into a puddle of mush. She wasn't the only one affected, as attested to by the hard prodding in her belly.

A brief moment of feeling bereft washed over her when he pulled away. He was looking into her eyes, though, his own too knowing for someone caught in an animalistic state. He opened his mouth, and then paused, looking frustrated when he couldn’t form the words to express what he clearly wanted to say.

Deciding that actions spoke louder than words, Spike slid his hand down to cup her mound through her jeans. Buffy’s eyes widened again at that and she tried to squirm away, but stopped when his long fingers began stroking her. She couldn’t help the moan that tumbled from her lips. Nor could she help moving her hips against his hand needily.

“We...shouldn’t...” she began to protest, but his mouth quickly silenced hers with another toe-curling kiss.

She didn’t know how, but the next thing she knew he had them lying on the ground among the grass and leaves. He hadn’t even broken the kiss. It was almost scary how much power he seemed to wield over her with just a few simple touches. The claim had to be the culprit, because the alternative was still tucked away in the box marked Egypt.

The thin material of Spike’s boxers left little to the imagination as he rubbed against her. Her hand started skimming over the rippling muscles of his back, exploring every inch she could reach. Buffy needed to know her mate. All of him. The feeling was mutual with Tarzan tugging futilely at the closure of her jeans and giving a discouraged growl.

For some reason that she wasn’t entirely ready to name, Buffy found herself removing her pants for him; then, without prompting, she broke the kiss to lift her shirt over her head. That was as far as she went, lying there in her matching panties and bra and biting her bottom lip in the sexiest way.

“Mate very pretty,” Spike said, reaching for her again, as if he could sense her need for reassurance.

Well, he probably can through the claim, she thought wryly. I wish I could sense his thoughts, though, because it would make communicating so much easier. That probably wouldn’t happen until he’s back to himself and by then it won’t matter since he’ll be able to talk right again.

Cool lips skimmed over her abdomen and lower, causing her breath to catch. Her muscles were taut with anticipation. They jumped when he nibbled at the skin along her waistband then caught the fabric in his teeth to tear it away roughly. She yelped and her hands started to cover herself shyly.

“No,” he admonished and laced his fingers with hers so that he could pin her hands to the ground.

While holding her hands, he dipped his head between her thighs. He inhaled deeply, relishing her scent laced with a heavy dose of arousal. Then he ran his tongue over her pussy lips in a long, slow stroke. His hands tightened on hers when she started to squirm.

“Ssss-” Buffy had to clench her teeth to keep herself from saying his name, not wanting him to stop as he had done the last time.

His tongue was getting bolder, prodding at her opening and eliciting mewls from his mate that went straight to his groin. The taste of her juices, the scent of her arousal, the sound of her mewling, and the sweet feel of her flesh all combined to give him sensory overload. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her hips were bucking against his face as she soon reached her first orgasm. She cried out at this new sensation, idly wondering why her brief encounter with Angel hadn’t been nearly this good. A growl warned her that Spike didn’t like her thinking about his Grand-Sire while they were getting intimate, and her attention turned back to him as he covered her body with his own, the boxers having disappeared while she was otherwise distracted.

“S-Tarzan,” she said softly, meeting his eyes. “Can you...I mean, not that I have a problem with it...but can you go back to your human face while we...please?”

Spike looked away then back at her, giving a soft smile of understanding and slowly letting his demonic features melt away. His lips brushed against hers and he opened up the claim enough to let her feel how much he wanted to protect her and take care of her. Also, it showed her how much he wanted and needed her, wanted for her to want and need him as well.

“It’s just, this is our first time and I want to see you, not the demon, even if I know it’s a part of you,” she told him. “And, I’ve only ever really been with one other man, and it wasn’t the same. At the time I thought it was making love like I’ve always heard of, and I guess it will always be special as my first time, but this will be much more special. Do I make sense?”

The small chuckle he gave disconcerted Buffy and she lost her nerve a bit. His hands were framing her face when she would have turned her face away, keeping her gaze on his.

“Tarzan no want push mate.” The words were simple and got the point across, making her eyes widen in wonder.

A smile broke out on her face, lighting her up completely with a radiance to rival the sun. Their mouths crashed together again and when they broke apart she gasped for air.

“I...I can do this,” she said, not sure if it was to him or herself. “You’re not pushing me. I want this. Just...please...not too rough?”

A nod and then he was kissing her again. Something rather hard was prodding at her core, begging for entrance. When she would have looked like a curious child, his hands kept her head in place so she couldn’t break the kiss. One hand left her jaw to travel down her pussy, running a finger along her swollen folds then flicking her clit to bring a gasp to her lips that he swallowed in his kiss. He coated himself in her fluids then pressed into her, allowing his head to enter her then stopping again.

The kiss broke again so that he could meet her eyes, wanting to see her face and the expressions that she made as he entered her. He pushed in little by little, stopping when he was completely inside to give her time to adjust. His mouth found her pulse, nibbling with blunt teeth at her pulse—so near his mark, but not quite touching it.

They moved together, slowly at first but picking up pace as the pleasure built. His fingers gripped her hips, urging her to move with him. At the same time, he was forcing himself not to go at her as hard as he would like, a part of him wanting to keep reminding himself that she was little more than a virgin.

The claim flowed between them, sending wave after wave of pleasure back and forth. It had Buffy tossing her head from side to side, moaning loudly while her hands scrabbled at Spike’s back. Then his hips moved to hit her at a different angle. She yowled as her nails dug into his shoulders.

His mouth found her throat again, worrying at her skin. He felt how close they both were. They needed something to push them over the edge. The vampire mask slid back into place moments before his fangs struck, eliciting a scream from her as she climaxed. Her cry of pleasure along with her delicious blood had him surging into her while he drank.

Sealing the bite closed with a couple licks, Spike rolled off her and they lay side by side recovering from the encounter. Both were breathing heavily, that being the only sound in the dark now.

It seemed like forever they were like that, but eventually Buffy gave a little shiver as the chill of the night got to her. He immediately turned back towards her, pulling her close carefully so as not to hurt her still-healing arm. His heart melted when she actually snuggled against him as if he could give her much warmth.

“Kitten, we need to get you back inside before you catch a cold,” he said in his thickly accented baritone. “Not that I would mind takin’ care of my mate.”

Her eyes shot up to his in shock at hearing that voice again. “Spike?”

She sat up and inched away from him apprehensively. This wasn’t her adorably sweet Tarzan; this was the slayer of slayers again.

“Who else were you expectin’?” He crawled after her, prowling like a large cat.

Her face scrunched up as she said dumbly, “Tarzan.”

Another foot back.

“Yeah, I suppose you were.” He chuckled and moved forward as she moved back. “An’ just so you know, luv, you are payin’ for that one.”

“Not my fault you’re kinda dense.” She pouted.

“Look at that lip. Goin’ to get it.” He closed the last of the distance to get to her, scooping her up into his arms.

He was kissing her again. Between the kiss and her thoughts, she didn’t notice when he started carrying her back towards the mansion.

Buffy started to see that maybe her fears were unfounded. He didn’t seem upset at being stuck mated to her. In fact, he strangely seemed the same as Tarzan but with a better vocabulary. What was up with that? Shouldn’t he have some problem with this whole situation? He was an evil, soulless vampire for crying out loud. William the Bloody. A killer.

That was her other problem. Tarzan had been more than willing to refrain from killing even before Willow started bringing by bagged blood. Would Spike be just as willing to bag it for her? Or would he just do as he wanted, not letting the claim stop him from being the Big Bad.

The kiss ended abruptly as she found herself dumped onto a couch and her mate pacing away from her. Damn claim...

“Spike, I...I’m sorry. This has been so hard for me. It’s so weird,” she tried to explain, not wanting him mad at her after what they had just shared in the forest.

He spun around to look at her with a definite glare. “Oh, an’ you think this has been a walk in the bloody park for me?”

“Well...no.”

“I lost my sire, the previous love of my un-life. I went feral an’ felt like a prisoner in my own mind while you treated me like your soddin’ pet.” He came closer to hold a finger under her nose. “I’ve been in your head, too, an’ you know it. You’re right you got a bit of payback comin’ your way for your antics, but nothin’ that would keep me from wantin’ to continue bein’ your mate.”

“That’s not all that I was afraid of,” she said in a small voice. “You...you hated me and wanted to kill me. I’m responsible for Drusilla’s death and now you’re...you’re stuck with me.”

His chuckle made her frown. This was not a joke.

“Were you too far gone to notice that I was the one that did the dustin’? I did it to save you, so I suppose some part of me already knew you were the one.” His face softened. “Maybe I would have done it differently if I had been myself, but I don’t regret claimin’ you before another blighter came along.”

She opened her mouth, shaking her head. He cut her off before she could say another word.

“I don’t know exactly what I feel for you,” he said. “It may be love. It may grow into love. I don’t expect you to love me. Regardless, we’re mated an’ we want to be together, so we’ll work it out. I’m not goin’ to go on some killin’ spree an’ there are other things to discuss about our situation, but we’ll find a way to do it, yeah?”

“Okay.” She gave him a tentative smile.

Spike looked around, taking in the mansion they were in. “The first thing I’m goin’ to do is get us a proper place. I don’t like it here—not with everythin’ that’s happened here—an’ now that I’m myself, we don’t have to stay here anymore.”

“How are you going to get us anything better?”

“I do have money, Slayer.” He gave her a mock offended look, and then gifted her with his patented smirk. “An’ I intend on usin’ it to spoil my mate with anythin’ she wants.”