Chapter 18: Want. Take. Have.
Sunrise wasn’t very far when Buffy woke, eyes snapping open suddenly, immediately wide awake and aware of where she was, with whom, and how many humans were close by. She couldn’t have said what had startled her awake though. There was no noise in the sleeping hotel, except for the occasional faint purr of her Sire at her side. She felt a little different, but she didn’t quite know how or why. She felt… expectant. As if something was about to happen, and everything would be changed by it. She felt hungry, too. In more ways than one. There was blood in the hotel, just waiting for her to take it, but this particular hunger could wait. Right now, there was something else her body craved. And as someone had told her once, long ago… Want. Take. Have. Come to think of it, Faith would have made a great vampire.
As she inched closer to Spike’s neck, her demon visage came forward. With her now enhanced vision, she could see the faded marks another woman had left there. Faded, but still present, as they always would be. The only good thing was that the insane one, when she had marked Spike as her Mate, had bitten nearly exactly over the first set of scars she had given him. Only by looking very closely could one tell that it was two sets of punctures, almost perfectly superimposed. Buffy usually avoided giving them too much attention, unwilling to think about Drusilla and her role in Spike’s unlife. Right now, though, she had an intense desire to cover these reminders, to erase Dru from his memory forever. It would have been even sweeter to have the woman around, see if she could be tortured back to sanity, give her a taste of holy water since she liked it so much. Yes, the brunette had definitely gotten an easy way out. Too easy.
With this thought raging in her mind, Buffy bit down roughly over the offending scars, as if by slicing through them she could obliterate them. She knew, abstractly, that it wouldn’t work, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try. She growled in delight as Spike’s blood hit her tongue, and pulled on it harder, growling again when one of his hands nestled by the back of her head while his other arm held her lazily. The power in this blood, her Sire’s blood, had her quickly lightheaded and she could just have sucked him dry, but she forced herself to stop after a few more seconds. She had other plans, other needs, and he would require at least some blood to fulfill them.
“’Morning, kitten,” he said sleepily as she lapped slowly at the wounds.
In a flash, she moved over him, one knee on each side of his body, fisted hands on each side of his head, her still vamped out face just above his.
“Do I look like a kitten?” she snarled somewhat menacingly.
Amused blue eyes plunged into fire ones, and his hands came up to cup her face.
“No, luv,” he said quietly. “You look like the woman I adore.”
With that, he pulled her down to his mouth, starting a soft and sensuous kiss. Immediately however, Buffy thrust her tongue past his lips, demanding and obtaining something fiercer, hotter, uncaring that her fangs nipped both their lips and tongues in the process.
As the kiss lingered, Buffy started rubbing her body over Spike’s, satisfied to instantly discover the proof that she had not stolen all of his blood, since he still had enough to be very nicely hard. He was not the only one affected, her body felt as if it was on fire, and she was more than ready for him. Pulling away from his lips, she sat up and lost no time guiding him inside her. She sighed in contentment at the glorious feel of him, and started rocking her hips, rising until he was almost slipping out, then slamming back down as she contracted her internal muscles again and again. His hands were not idle as she concentrated on her rhythm, one holding on to her hip hard enough to leave a bruise, the other kneading roughly her needy breast. All too soon, the tension was becoming unbearable; she just needed something else, something more.
“Please”, she gasped, unsure what she was pleading for. “Please, baby…”
His face morphed and he raised himself from the bed, his mouth closing over a nipple that was so hard it hurt, his fangs piercing on each side of the areola as he startled suckling. As he did so, his eyes looked up at Buffy, and even in this demon form she could see his love for her in the molten gold. It was too much, and she shut her eyes tight to block the sight. A wordless shout rose from her throat as a violent orgasm shook her and started in her a fire that the cool spill of her lover only fueled further.
Gasping for unneeded breath, she let herself lie over him, nuzzling his neck as he nuzzled hers, only realizing when a fang grazed his skin that she was still wearing her game face.
*****
At that moment, Spike was ready to die and go to hell, because he knew heaven, and he had experienced it often enough for the memories to last him until the end of eternity. But if he wasn’t going to be dust quite yet, he sure wouldn’t mind a few more servings.
He had been rubbing his face to the crook of his Slayer’s neck for a little while, enjoying the light pressure of her body on top of his, when she said:
“You remember what we were talking about, about having Riley watch?”
An annoyed growl, muffled against satin skin, was Spike’s only reply.
“I just had an even better idea,” she continued, oblivious to his warning that her ex wasn’t exactly a good topic for pillow talk. “Care to hear about it?”
Again, Spike growled, this time completing the thought with words. “If you insist on talking about Captain Cardboard when we’re in bed, it better be very, very painful for him, luv.”
Buffy chuckled a little, her fingers tugging at Spike’s bleached locks playfully.
“Painful, that’s the idea, yes. I was thinking, since he enjoyed being vamp snack, you and I could show him it can be not so pleasant. Like, test biting on various body parts to see where it hurts more. Then when we’ve taken him to just an inch from death, almost drained but not quite, we do very naughty things in front of him while he’s too weak to do anything but watch. If he dies, the last thing he’s seen is us fucking. But if he doesn’t die, we give him a day or two to recuperate and we start all over again. Almost drain him, give him a show, and see if this time he dies or not. And all over again until he does. What do you think?”
Pulling away from her neck just enough to see her face, Spike observed the woman who had shared his bed and unlife for three years. She was still in game face, and returning his gaze with fiery eyes that threatened to consume him. If he hadn’t known her so well, he could almost have believed she was serious as she talked of killing the wanker. To tell the truth, hearing her talk like this, the image of them hunting, feeding together, had always had a certain appeal. And if he had wanted to hide these feelings from her, it was too late, because listening to her he had grown hard in her depths again, revealing quite clearly what he thought of her idea. Was it a test? What was he supposed to say? She couldn’t really expect him to protest against the thought of her ex dying a very painful death, right? It was just that, a thought. Words. Nothing more.
Unsure of what she expected from him, he decided not to say anything, and instead started rocking under her, slowly, burying himself progressively deeper. As before, she urged him to go faster, harder. Rolling them so that he was now above her, he complied, never one to refuse his lady, and soon they were back to the same wild, primal rhythm as before.
*****
When Spike collapsed on top of her, Buffy was still shaking from the intensity of her climaxes, and they each had their fangs in the other’s shoulder. For a moment, they remained immobile, then slowly, wordlessly, they tended each other’s bite marks.
Buffy was pleased at her Mate’s reaction when she had talked about torturing Riley. He hadn’t killed in so long, she had been afraid he might be reluctant. But if just talking about it brought forth such a wild, intense coupling, she couldn’t wait to see what actually doing it would do to his never faltering libido.
Now that this particular need had been fulfilled, and despite the amount of blood she had taken from her Sire, she was hungry. Warm blood sounded very appealing at the moment. She managed to pull away from her lover’s embrace, smiling when he protested at the loss of contact.
“Feeling peckish, baby,” she explained as she trailed her lips and tongue over the lightly bleeding marks her nails had inflicted to his back. “I’ll bring you back something to eat, OK?”
He rolled to his side as she walked toward the door and she could physically feel his eyes roaming over her nude body.
“Luv?” he said, slightly amused, “would you do me a favor and put something on? Don’t fancy anyone looking at you like this. You’re mine and I don’t share, not even the sight of you.”
She had turned back to look at him, and a delightful shiver ran through her when he said the word ‘mine’ with a hint of gold piercing in his eyes. Complying to the wishes of her Sire, she slipped on a bathrobe that was by the bathroom’s door, closing it modestly over her. Blowing a kiss to him from the tip of her fingers, she stepped out and, licking her lips in advance, made her way toward Angel’s room.