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Hell	By : dontblamemeigrewupontv Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Dawn Views: 8028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Shiny Lights Made Flesh
- 1
Hell
“Even if I’m not real, it’s okay. Because she’s not real either, and this is Hell, so nothing matters anyway.”
Minor, N/C, Incest
Dawn/Buffy, lots of mentions of Buffy/Spike
Author’s Notes: This is set in Season Six, with dark Buffy. I’ve never written dark Buffy, and even though I don’t think it’s as ‘in character’ as it should be, well…she has sex with her sister. I think once I write a plot revolving around Buffy and Dawn sex, there’s not a possible way to make it completely realistic. But for the story itself, I make no apologies, not my style. I’m writing this while depressed and unemployed, so I’ll probably continue adding to this until it’s completely finished…or I get a job. We’ll see which one comes first. :) Oh, and btw, you know what’s a good thing to re-watch when you’re depressed? Anything BUT all of season six of Buffy in a 24 hour marathon.
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It’s late when I make it home. It’s also the second night I’ve gone out to the cemetery and not done any actual patrolling. I’ve been waiting for any kind of guilt to wash over me, remind me that I’m still something like a Slayer, but it hasn’t happened yet. Nothing ever happens.
Suddenly I realized that Willow’s car wasn’t in the drive way because she’s spending the night with her mom, and I told her that I’d try to make it home early because of Dawn. And, since I wasn’t because I completely forgot, it’s a safe bet that she’s been kidnapped by a demon.
I sigh and rush up the stars, two at a time, not really wanting to make this night any longer. But once I get to her door, I see a light on, so I knock once.
“Dawn? I’m home, you okay?”
After a few seconds she opens the door.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I can be alone in the house, you know.” I nod, seeing that she was in P.J. pants and a tank top. I wonder how late it is. “How was patrolling?”
“Fine.” What patrolling?
“You slay a lot of big baddies?”
“Yeah.” No. I let a vampire fuck me for about three hours.
The thought of telling her that crosses my mind in a sick kind of way. Like cussing out your Grandma or something. Makes me smile a little.
“You okay?” Now she’s looking at me like I’m not, and I have to pretend that I am.
“I’m fine, why?” I don’t care why.
“Nothing, you just look a little spacey is all.”
“I’m good. I’m going to go change for bed.”
Then I make quick exit, glad to be in my own room. I strip off my coat, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in my tee shirt and jeans. He’s all over me. Once the coats gone, all I smell is him, like something sick and sweet and…dead. All I ever smell like anymore is him. I’m starting to think that maybe I am him.
As I start working out the metaphysics of that scenario, the red light of my bedside clock catches my eye and I see that it’s 3:04 a.m. I had no idea I was that late. And I have no idea what Dawn is still doing up.
Damn it.
I feel a tension start to build up in my shoulders again, just when I was finally tired enough to sleep. It’s really hard for me to sleep lately.
I pull myself back over to Dawn’s door, which she’s closed again. Light still on. I knock harder this time.
“Dawn, it’s three a.m., do you know where your ability to sleep is?”
“I’m not tired.” Is her muffled response from somewhere in her room and it makes the gears in my head turn. She always does this. Always has to make it difficult. I bang on the door loud, because I know it’s always locked when it’s closed, and I don’t want to break the door frame when I kick it open.
She swings it open, looking annoyed.
“What?”
“Did you go to school today? Or did you sleep till noon before Willow came back from her morning classes?”
“I went to school.” She lies, right to my face. Good lying skills is not genetic. I’m so much better at it than her.
“You totally didn’t. I can’t believe you, Dawn, we’ve been over this. Do you want them to take you away?” She looks guilty for about two seconds then something catches her eyes, making them narrow. She’s not even listening, and I’m pulling out a good ‘normal sis not thinking that every day is Hell’ act. “School is not like eating vegetables or cleaning your room, it’s mandatory, not ‘just when you feel like it’. You have to—“
“Who bit you?” She interrupts, and that’s why I was going to keep my coat on. I know what she’s talking about, because it’s from tonight, and it’s fresh, swollen, and obvious. I sigh and run my hands over my face, but when I look up, she’s closed the space between, looking at my neck curiously. For a second I can only smell Dawn.
Her fingers lightly brush the fresh bite wound, and just like that the memory of him comes rushing back to me. The way he entered me just as he sunk his teeth in my neck. And it was good—so good, the way he made me feel alive again, I could have came all over him just from that alone.
I snatch up her wrist in my hand, and pull it away from me, my eyes growing dark.
“Don’t.” Dawn pulls her hand away from me slowly, trying to read me. But I’m not faking it right now, so she’s not going to like what she sees.
“Who did this?” Spike…Spike, Spike, fucking Spike. And it’s late and I’m tired, and I don’t want to do this anymore.
“Spike.” There, lil’ sis, now go all wide eyed and shocked, and look at me like I’m broke. It’s okay. I am.
“Why? How could he—“
“I wanted him to.” Then again, Spike never asks.
Dawn starts to look a little scared, but I hold my ground, dark eyes just getting darker. And the longer she looks at me like that, the darker my thoughts are getting about her.
He told me I was just tasting what darkness was, when I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. I guess that I’m learning though, because even he wouldn’t do the things I’m thinking of doing to her. He’s her protector, because big sis said so, but she’s not even real. Just a shiny light that was made flesh. And I died to protect it, just to have that ripped away from me too. All my ideas and actions of nobility and heroism torn away, so I can get fucked by a vampire and watch my world fall apart. Like it’s Angelus all over again, but this time I’m the soulless demon, and he’s still whispering nicotine laced nothings in my ear, telling me to kill the Slayer.
I’m not even real.
I’m the demon that killed the Slayer.
“Why?” She interrupts my thoughts abruptly, and I really don’t think it’s a good idea to answer that. “…Buffy, why won’t you talk to me? Tell me what’s going on.”
Fuck, fine.
“Because it feels good.” I snap at her, taking her back a bit. “God, it just feels.” She looks at me so lost and confused, and yeah I get that. But I’m tired of picking out which kind of wool would go with the green in her eyes. Bright shiny green that knows more than she pretends. She’s all grown up now, so fine. We’ll talk like grown-ups. I take step toward her, closing in on her personal space, just inches away, making her lean back slightly. “You don’t even know, Dawnie,” I whisper, a little menacing, but then a smile starts to play on my lips. “How wet it gets you, how much of a rush it is—“ I look down for a moment, getting a little caught up in my thoughts. “Riley knew, that’s why he left.”
“Buffy, stop—“ Then my eyes are back on hers, taking more steps toward her making her back up farther into her room.
“But you want to know, Dawn!” She flinches a bit when I all but shout at her. “You always want to know, always say that I don’t have to protect you, that you know about these things.” My voice starts to lose strength, and I scan my gaze down her body. I notice she’s not wearing a bra, because why would she? She’s just lil’ Dawnie, but my eyes catch on slightly visible nipples poking into the cotton. Not so little anymore. “Do you, lil’ sis?” I fake sweet and curious with my tone. “Do you think about it late at night when you lock your door,” My hands lightly graze up the side of her thighs, fingers tracing the suddenly obvious curve of her hips. Maybe I am curious. “And put those fingers between your legs?” Dawn smacks away my hands, and I see a kind of horrified look coming across her face. My demon must be showing. Too bad. I grab her hips and sharply pull them against my own, nails digging a bit into skin. “And you rub and rub and picture his face, and think about him taking you away from all this?” My face moves closer to hers, but hers jerks away, letting me feel the soft skin of her cheek. Her hands go up to my shoulders, and she might be trying to push me away, but she knows better than to think she can fight me. She knows better than to try. “Because you like that he’s cold.” I sort of ‘coo’ it to her, all kinds of artificial sweetener. “It’s genetics or blood, or something about us. But we like the cold.”
“Please…” She begs when I breathe into her ear, one of her hands bunches up in to fist and sort of pounds against the front of my shoulder weakly.
My head snaps back to face her again, glaring. “Please, what? Please stop? Please don’t? You think he’d care if you said that to him?” He really wouldn’t. I should have staked him the second he laid his eyes on her, because I saw it. I saw all the dirty little things he wanted to do to her. “He’d tear you up, make you burn and bleed, then leave you cold.” I should really, really know. I should have staked him when I was still alive, but I didn’t. Don’t know why, because I’d never let him touch her, never let him hurt her…Never do anything that would hurt her—…my fingers loosen on her hips a little, and I feel her pull away from me. I feel myself giving up, giving up the fight and the heat that goes with it. I always have to give up the heat. But she’s so hot, burning, scorching. Don’t make me give it up again. Her heat finally slips through my fingers as she takes a few steps cautiously away from me. I won’t give it up again. I pounce on her in a slayer second, wrapping my hand in her hair, jerking her head back a bit, her making some stupid sound of protest. But I’m not fucking stupid. Pull down your skirt, Dawnie, because I can see your lines blurring. My lips go hard against her ear. “He fucks me at night.” I hiss at her and hear a gasp. Hmm, read this chart, top to bottom, but it’s just letters and everything’s a blur for her now. “Hard and deep, and over and over.” I nip a little at her earlobe. “We fight, then fuck, then pretty much start all over again.” My free hand starts roaming again, over her tight stomach, along some ribs and along the side of her breast. “It feels good to tell someone, and I knew you’d understand.” I push against her a little, making her take some steps back, my hand releases her hair, and runs down the length of her back.
“I don’t—“ She swallows her words when my trailing hand changes direction and moves back up, under her shirt. “I don’t understand any of this.” Nails gently teasing skin that’s so hot I could get burned, and I love it. Few more steps back, aim, aim.
Then her knees give out, and we fall on her bed. I hover over her.
“…Then why are so turned on right now?” Because it’s easy to cross, that white tape so carefully put out between her and me, and that stern voice telling us to stay on our sides. But what would have been so hard before, turns out to be pretty damn easy when two people are cold and alone, and not real. Just shiny lights that were made flesh. My knee urges it’s way between her legs, resting still against her. She’s not fighting, almost not at all. “You’re dripping wet, I can tell.” I dive down close to her ear again. “I can always tell.”
“Please, stop…” My tongue blazes a trail down her neck.
There’s that word again. Please. But it’s wrong, and I know it is, because her nipples are hard against the palm of my hand. And when I rub and pinch, for fuck’s sake, she’s arching. So sensitive, and a tight body that I almost remember. God I miss it. I miss being dumb and naïve, and every touch setting me on fire. I miss being her. I miss her.
Her neck tastes so good, and I swear to Christ that Spike leaves a little bit of himself in me every time, because I’m craving that pulse point that’s pounding under my lips. But not yet, because she wants to know.
So I rip her shirt off and over her head, just to have her arms cover herself in blushing modesty. But I won’t let her do that with me, because she’s mine. She’s always been mine, and I get all of her. I pin her arms above her head without difficultly, but much resistance.
“Keep your arms here, Dawn baby,” My voice is soft and sweet, and then my face steels itself. “Or I’m going to tie them to the head board.”
Spike has handcuffs.
I should get handcuffs.
It’s making me picture her all green and small tied up in her bed. Bound and naked and alone, just waiting for me like my own little heaven made flesh. And they’re so pink, pink and perfect nipples on untouched breasts, and I stop breathing a little at the sight. Her blush is running clear down to those small and firm breast, so my lips follow the trail.
My arms move away from her, and she stays put like a good girl. Just needs a little discipline. He’s a good teacher. I cover her nipples with my hands, rubbing and tweaking and hearing breath after breath catching in her throat. My lips keep moving down, dragging teeth and kissing, all the way to her navel.
“Buffy, you don’t want to do this.” She pleads to me, and I stop at that, looking up at those scared eyes. I smile.
“Why not? You do.” My hands move down her body, and to the waist band of her pants.
“I don’t—“ She starts, but I’m pulling them off anyway, and letting them fall on the floor. Now I’m eyeing cute baby blue hipsters, and I think I’ll let her keep those for now. “I swear I don’t.” Her voice is whispers now, making me think that she’s not even talking to me anymore.
I move back up to face her, my fingertips moving under and past the elastic waistband. Dawn shuts her eyes tight, like she thinks I’m going to hurt her. But that comes later… Never do anything that would hurt her—…but everything hurts in Hell.
Focus. There’s heat here. Abundance of it, hot and wet, and oh—…damn. She shaves it. My little Dawnie shaves and I have no idea why that turns me on so much. I move my middle finger through her folds, purposely avoiding her clit and just circling her hole.
I feel her shudder against me a little, her eyes closed tight, but they open fast when I pull my finger away from her and put it in her face.
“It doesn’t look like you don’t.” She jerks her head to the side and away from me, and oh no you fucking don’t Dawn. I pull her chin toward me again with my other hand, and squeeze down on her cheeks just enough so that she can’t bite down all the way. I push my finger in her mouth and move it around her darting tongue, but she made me. She wants to deny this, but she can’t. Two nights ago, Spike came all over my face, and he made me rub it in and walk home like that, just because I said I didn’t want to.
And I just fucking let him.
So, she’s not going to deny this, because even if I do bad things, she’ll still love me. Even if I’m not real, it’s okay. Because she’s not real either, and this is Hell, so nothing matters anyway.
My knee goes back between her legs, pushing against her gentle and steady, just enough that pretty soon she’s pushing back. So, so, so slightly, but she is and when she does her jaw slacks, allowing me to remove my hand slowly from her cheeks. But I keep my finger in her mouth, and her eyes are locked on mine for a minute, but whatever she’s looking for isn’t there I guess, because then her eyes close again. And she starts sucking on my finger. Good girl.
‘You taste that, Slayer?’ His fist was bunched up in my hair, moving my head as he fucked my mouth. ‘You’re sucking pretty hard for someone who doesn’t want to, pet.’ I looked up at him the whole time, because he finishes faster that way, then he pulled out and aimed right before he came.
“You taste that, Dawnie?” I breathe, my lips moving against her ear. “Now, be a good girl and say it.” My finger pulls out of her mouth and slowly, the force and pressure of my knee starts to grow. And she moves her hips back against me, not so slightly. Still timid but obvious, and please just say it. “Baby,” I moan in her ear, moving my hips with hers, just burning up from the friction.
“Please, Buffy…” That fucking word again. If she denies it again, I swear—…I’ll do worse than him. “I want it.” She finally finishes between short gasps. I moan again in her ear, before moving to face her. Dawn’s eyes still stay shut tight, my fingers gently brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face.
“Look at me.” I whisper in a voice that almost sounds like my own, and I don’t recognize it at all. But I guess she does because she responds with those big doe eyes.
Then I kiss her.
I kiss her hard, but not too fast, wanting her to be able to keep up. And she does, kissing me back timidly.
I wonder if she can taste him on me.
But she wants him, I know she does, seeing her swoon like he was a knight in shining armor. But there aren’t hero’s here, Dawn. Not any in sight.
Our lips move faster, my tongue conquering every inch of her mouth, and it doesn’t taste like anything. Like purity and clean slates, and something I can scorch my name across. My hands move down and grasp her hips, feeling her move against me, and she’s rolling them against my thigh now. Like an innocent little girl playing whore. She always wanted to be like me. I know she did.
Suddenly, I pull away from her, getting a little shudder from her whimpering protest. As I get off the bed, I pull her panties off her legs and bring them with me. I’m tossing them aside and working on the button of my jeans.
Those monks made her perfect. Every inch.
“Touch yourself.” She looks at me confused, while I kick my pants off and in a corner. “Touch yourself like you do when you think of him.” Because she does, I know she does. “Give me a reason to come back.” I smile sweetly at her as I pull my shirt over my head, then my smile grows when her fingers start to move through her folds. She glistening, I can see it from here, raking her eyes over my body, almost curiously. Cute curious little sis.
Her stomach jerks with every short breath she’s taking, flat, smooth and pale and perfect. No hard muscles and small scars that makes my skin rough and jagged from wear.
My bra and underwear fall off, and she gasps a little at the sight. Then I’m crawling on the bed and back to her, not ignoring the fact that her fingers have been picking up speed. As I move up her body, I trace my tongue over a few ribs, and then cover her nipple with my mouth. Twirling the stiff peak with my tongue, then flicking it a few times, she’s drawing in deep breaths now. I suck hard once, then move to give her other breast attention. Smooth, smooth skin, and her free hand wraps fingers gently in my hair.
She starts to jerk a little, and I know she’s close.
“B-Buffy, I’m…” Yeah, no she’s not. I pull away from her quick, grabbing her hands and pinning them next to her head.
“Not yet.” Her hips still move for a moment, thrusting against nothing. Whimpering and squirming. “You want to come bad, don’t you?” Dawn’s face gets even redder, if possible, but she doesn’t answer. My hands squeeze a little tighter on her wrists, giving me a flash of pain distorting her features. Spike likes me to talk, so she’s going to talk.
“Yes…”
I let go of her wrists, bracing myself on one hand while my other moves down her body and cups her pussy.
“Even though it’s wrong?” I ask with feigned innocence. My fingers start to rub gently against her clit, and she’s wet and smooth, and I really want to taste her. Drink her up.
My eyes flick down to watch my hand, but with the growing silence, they snap back up with a little bit of red.
“Yes. I-I want to.” She answers quick once she sees it.
I smirk.
“You’re really a bad girl deep down,” My middle finger enters her, just half way. “Dawnie?” She gasps, and she’s so, so tight. I don’t even remember when I was like this. Clenching and pushing on my finger, urging it out and pulling it back in all at once. “With bad girl thoughts?” As my finger starts to move in and out, another one joins it. She’s tight, and not making it easy, but that’s okay.
My eyes go dark, and hers go wide.
I kiss her, and push my fingers all the way in.
Breaking past purity, past innocence, past everything. Where there’s just us, and the only thing that we share. The thing that I died for.
Blood.
She’s mine.
Dawn screams a little against my lips, but I swallow it. Keeping my hand still, eventually she starts to kiss me back. When I pull my mouth away, her eyes are filled with water.
“I-It hurts.”
She flinches, and I kiss down her cheek to her neck.
“It’ll start to feel better.” And it doesn’t take long, with my fingers moving slow at first, in and out, she starts moving against my hand. I suck hard at her neck, feeling her heart beat pounding into my tongue. Dawn moans at the feeling, low and throaty, all kinds of innocence gone. Everything gone. Just us. Just this. Just something to make Hell feel a little better. I nip and lick my way down her chest again, running the flat of my tongue over her nipple, then rolling the stiff peak between my teeth.
And it doesn’t take long.
She starts humming and her body’s tensing.
“B-Buffy…?”
I smile against her skin, then move up to meet her eyes.
“You going to come for me, Dawnie?”
And she does, without giving me an answer.
My lips are on her neck again quick, my mouth covering her growing hickey. I suck hard then bite hard.
She practically screams out, and I don’t know if she comes again, or just rides it for a while. But her walls are endlessly pulsing around my fingers, her back arches and pushes her chest into mine. Then her rolling hips start to slow, and I pull out of her, making her twitch a little. I’m licking over her neck, collecting a little blood that’s slowly swelling out of the imprint of my two front teeth.
She wanted to know.
I keep kissing and lick down her neck, and over her chest, eventually making it back to her lips. I raise my self over her a little, grasping at the blankets on either side of her shoulders, getting a little high off of her renewed vigor of kissing. I think I like kissing her. Slow and deep, and hot. I’m making every single inch of her mouth mine.
Pretty soon her hands start to get brave, moving down my shoulders and over my breasts lightly. I play off a moan against her lips, then separate so I can get just enough air to say, “You can be a little rough.” Because she’s barely touching me, and I’ve gotten as desensitized as Spike’s hair follicles. “You can’t hurt me.” I smile, and move back to keep kissing her, but Dawn pushes her head back against the bed to give me a weird kind of look. Like there’s something wrong with me.
Like I came back wrong…she doesn’t even have room to talk because she didn’t even exist a year and a half ago, just a bunch of fucking nothing—
But just as quickly as it came, it left, and she’s pushing her head up to kiss me again. Hard.
Her hands get stronger and a little more sure of themselves, rubbing and pushing and pinching, and my hips start move on their own against her.
We’re kissing then break apart less than an inch to breath in each other, then we kiss again. My teeth catch her lower lip, worrying it a bit then sucking it in my mouth. When I let it go, I realize that I’m gasping a little more than a bit.
“You need to touch me.” I whisper, and then try to remember that I should probably ask a little nicer if I don’t want this to be a struggle. But he wouldn’t even ask. “Now. Please.” So I compromise.
She watches her hand move down my stomach, slides, just slides, so easily through my folds and over my clit. I jerk my hips a little out of instinct, and damn, I can feel how wet I am, and so can Dawn. She’s just kind of slack jawed over it, her eyes darting from her hand back to my face, waiting for some kind of direction. And I would, I really would, but she keeps moving her fingers over my clit, and over and over, and it’s making the English language a little hard. My arms give out a little but I catch myself before falling.
I feel something in my stomach tighten already. But I don’t want this to be over just yet.
I never thought she could get me this close, this wet, because she’s fumbling and unsure. But she does and she is, just having her like this, like something I never knew I wanted. And I kind of love her for that.
I grab her wrist and then slide my hand over hers, easily moving three of her fingers inside me.
Damn, damn, damn.
Her fingers twitch and still, scared to move. I take a breath and get my footing back.
“You feel that, Dawnie? You feel how much I want you?”
She gives a breathless sound of acknowledgment.
“That’s for you, baby. It’s all for you.” I move my leg over her hips, to straddle her, keeping my hand steady on hers. Then I sit up and look down on her, my free hand roughly pinching my nipple. “In and out, just like I did for you.” My instruction sounds quiet and rough to my ears, and she just nods, her fingers starting to move.
Damn. I love her so much. Damn.
“That’s good. That’s so good.” I’m moaning and moving my hips to meet her thrusts, and I’m probably hurting her hand, but I’m getting close. “Keep going…” In and out, long and small fingers inside me. “Harder.” My voice starts to sound strangled.
She’s going to make me come.
And just that thought, that realization alone makes me buck hard once. Then again. Then three or four waves wash over me making me feel alive.
…
Then it’s over.
I roll off of her, already sure that I’ve bruised her hand.
As I lay next to her on already cooling sheets, I start to feel exactly like I have ever since I dug myself out of a coffin. Dead.
Dawn moves to have her back facing me, legs curling up into her chest.
“Do you want me stay?” I ask, not really wanting to exert the energy it takes to go to my room.
“No.” Is her shaky answer, and I know she’s crying. She’ll get over it. At least one of us should.
So, I roll off her bed and grab my clothes on my way out, without sparing a glance toward her.
Because this is Hell, so nothing matters anyway.
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