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Blood and Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I'm on a submarine mission for you baby

I feel the way you were going

I picked you up on my TV screen

I feel your undercurrent flowing

Submission going down down

Dragging me down submission

I can't tell ya what I've found

You've got me pretty deep baby

I can't figure out your watery love

I gotta solve your mystery

You're sitting it out in heaven above
"This
music sucks. He can't even sing!"
Spike
shot Buffy a quick dirty look from the driver's side of his car. "You're
just too young to know good music when you hear it. And stop insulting Johnny
Rotten."
"Rotten
is right," Buffy muttered.
"Do
you want to ride the rest of the way
in the trunk? Besides, the 'rotten' was a reference to his teeth, not his
singing ability."
"Oh,
ew." Buffy leaned forward, her hand on the radio.
"I don't want to hear this."
Spike
slapped her hand away. "Too sodding bad. Stay
over there on your side."
Buffy
moved back, pouting as she rubbed her now sore hand. "Can't we just listen
to something else for a little while?"
"No."
"Why
not?"
"Because
I said so."
"That's
a crappy reason."
"Well,
then, because I'm the one who's driving."
"So
let me drive."
Spike
glanced over at her, eyebrow cocked. "Do you even have a license?"
"No.
But I bet you don't either. Vampires don't even show up on film."
"Yes
we do," Spike said. "That just came from Twentieth Century film
makers trying to extend the whole bit with the mirror. And when I learned to
drive, you didn't need a license, so sit over there and shut your gob."
Buffy
sighed heavily, pouting again for a few minutes before blurting out, "I
have to go to the bathroom."
"Didn't
you go before we left the motel?"
"No."
"Why
not?"
"I
didn't have to go then."
Spike
sighed, glancing down at the gas gage. He probably could use a stop to fill the
tank since the last thing he wanted was to get stranded wherever the hell they
were. "Fine. We'll stop at the next gas
station."
Buffy
didn't say anything after that, and Spike assumed she was placated�at least for
the time being. He turned off the highway at the next exit and pulled into a
gas station. He parked at one of the pumps and turned off the DeSoto's engine before reaching into his duster pocket and
pulling out a wad of bills. "Pay for the gas after you're finished in the
loo," he said as put the money in Buffy's hand. "And get whatever
else you might need in there, too."
Buffy
looked down at the cash. "You actually use money? I pegged you for more of
an 'I want it, I take it' kinda guy."
"I
only use it when I don't feel like calling any attention to myself. And it's not
like it's my money anyway."
Buffy
tried not to think about the most obvious place for that money to come from�off
the body of one of his victims. "Oh."
"Hurry
up then. We've only got a few more hours left until dawn."
Buffy
got out of the car and walked towards the gas station, happy to be at least
stretching her legs. She used the bathroom first then went over to the snack
food, getting a few things since she didn't know when Spike would feed her
again.
She
looked over towards the counter, noticing the clerk and the way he was watching
her every move. At first she thought he was expecting her to steal something
until she realized his eyes were directed towards on her chest. She shifted
uncomfortably, cursing Spike and his trashy taste in clothes.
Deciding
to do something about it, Buffy surveyed the small store, smiling when she saw
a display of California souvenirs. She picked out a bright pink sweatshirt,
smirking at how horribly ugly it was. On the front was the flag of California with
the bear done in furry brown fabric, and beneath that the state's name was
printed in three-dimensional paisley letters. It was possibly one of the most
hideous articles of clothing she'd ever seen, and she draped it over her arm as
she walked over to the counter.
"And
the gas for the DeSoto at pump four," she told the clerk, putting the food
and the sweatshirt on the counter. The clerk gave her another look-over, but
when he saw her face and caught her glaring at him, he quickly turned his
attention to handling the sale.
Once
she had paid, Buffy ripped the tags off of the sweatshirt, putting it on before
picking her bag and the change off the counter. Spike was leaning against the
car when she came out, and she put what she had left of the money in his pale
had. It had been bad enough spending that blood money. She didn't want to keep
the rest of it with her.
"What
the hell is with that shirt?" Spike asked, scarred eyebrow raised.
Buffy
stuck her chin out with defiance. "I'm cold. The heater doesn't work in
your stupid car."
"It's
hideous. Take it off."
"No.
I'm cold."
Spike
sighed. "If you're cold, I'll give you my coat�just take that thing off.
It's hurting my eyes."
"I
don't care if it hurts your eyes, and I'm not wearing that coat," Buffy
said. "Who knows where that ratty old thing came from."
"'S
not ratty," Spike said defensively. "And I pulled it off the body of
a dead Slayer."
Buffy's
eyes narrowed, her expression growing completely cold. "I hate you."
"Is
that supposed to hurt my feelings? Get in the bloody car."
Buffy
glared at him before turning around and marching over to the passenger's side
of the car, slamming the door behind her as she got in. Spike sighed as he got
in as well, wondering for the millionth time why he'd let himself get into this
mess.

*** *** ***
Buffy
had fallen asleep by the time Spike stopped at another motel for the day. After
getting a room, he parked the DeSoto near their door, bringing the few things
Buffy had in before getting her, lifting her out of the car and carrying her in
to the bed. He took her shoes off, then brought the
covers up around her, tucking her in. She murmured softly in her sleep before
settling down, curling up on her side.
Spike
smiled tenderly, pushing Buffy's hair away from her face. She was a beautiful little thing, especially
when she wasn't glaring at him or threatening his unlife. If he could just get
her to stop being so bloody defiant and simply realize she belonged to him now,
then maybe this wouldn't be so bad. The sex was
incredible, after all.
At
the mere thought of that, Spike felt himself harden instantly in his jeans. He
stripped off his clothes before joining her in the bed, pulling Buffy into his
arms. She muttered slightly in protest, her eyes still closed, but when he
opened up her jeans and found her clit with his fingers, she began to moan.
When
Spike looked at her face again, Buffy's eyes were open, though slightly glassy.
Spike pulled off both her sweatshirt and the red top under it, leaving her
chest bare. He ran his hands down her ribcage, feeling the bones against his
skin. "Need to get you fed more, pet," he said softly, leaning in to
press a gentle kiss against her side. "Need to get you healthy."
Spike
realized as he touched her then how little time he'd taken to explore her body.
Every time between them had been quick and desperate, fueled by a need greater
than either of them. He cupped his hand around one of her breasts, flicking the
nipple back and forth with his thumb. Buffy arched into his hand, moaning at
the touch, begging through ragged breaths for more. Spike leaned down and took
the pert nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Buffy tangled her fingers in his
platinum blond hair, holding him to her chest. Spike contented himself with her
breast for a while, loving the throaty groans she was making and the way she was
thrusting herself against him.
When
the scent of her arousal became too much for him, Spike's fangs elongated,
piercing her breast and allowing him to suck her blood into his mouth. Buffy cried
out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her whole body spasming with the force
of her orgasm.
Knowing
that it was the feel of his fangs inside of her that had made his mate come,
Spike couldn't hold himself back any longer. He pulled her jeans down her legs,
revealing the rest of her body to his heated gaze. Buffy's legs immediately
went around his waist and she grabbed on to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"Inside me, please�" she begged, panting. "I'm
so empty. Need to be�need to be full."
Spike
pushed himself inside of her, filling her as she had asked, making Buffy arch
off the bed as he did. He leaned down,
licking a trail up her neck to her ear. "Like that, luv?"
"Yes�oh
yes�Spike�"
Spike
trembled at how his name sounded coming from her lips. She'd said it so few
times and never when she was like this. He sped up his thrusts, desperate to be
inside of her again as soon as he pulled out. It turned him on so much to see
her like this, to know she wanted him like he wanted her. In that moment, he
could admit to himself that it was more than the claim that fueled his desire,
that he was attracted to her. She was
a hot little thing�both literally and figuratively�and having her in his bed
was the definite upside to the situation he'd found himself in.
He
didn't love her�Spike held on to his conviction that Drusilla was the only
woman he could ever love�but he wanted her. And the way Buffy was responding to
him now could only mean that she wanted him just as much.
Spike
brought his mouth to her neck again, licking and sucking on the marks he'd made
there. Buffy's movements grew more enthusiastic as he did, her nails digging
into his skin to score his back. Suddenly, she leaned up, taking his neck into
her mouth and biting hard enough to draw blood. Spike lost all control then,
his demon roaring to the fore as his hips slammed Buffy into the mattress when
he came.
Spike
figured he must've blacked out for a moment, because the next thing he knew, he
was on his back with Buffy nestled at his side, asleep. He pulled the sheets
back around them, then leaned over to press a soft
kiss into her hair. She nuzzled against him, and Spike began to purr. Usually,
that response embarrassed him, but now he didn't mind it as much. His demon was
content with its mate, and Spike had decided to give into that for the time
being. This felt nice�peaceful.
He
closed his eyes, holding Buffy against him as he slept.

*** *** ***
Spike
was awakened suddenly by Buffy scrambling to get away from him. She pulled the
sheet up over her body, glancing between the two of them in horror.
"What's your problem?" Spike asked, scratching his chest.
"You�you're
my problem! You�took advantage of me again!"
"Took
advantage?" Spike sat up. "And how exactly did I do that? You bloody
asked me for it last night. You wanted
me."
"No,"
Buffy snapped, holding her hand up between them. "I never wanted you. You disgust me. The only reason I've ever touched you is because you've been
taking away my free will with your damn claim!"
"I've
never done that for sex," Spike replied, obviously offended. "Your
free will has been very much in place every time we've shagged, so don't even
try to say otherwise. Besides, the first time, there was no claim."
"You
forced yourself on me then!"
"I
did not!" Spike stopped. "Okay, yeah, maybe I did, but you still
liked it."
"You're
sick. I can feel you forcing your lust on me, making me all�crazed," Buffy
accused.
"That's not when you're crazed," Spike
said. "And I'm not forcing my
lust on you. You're going to feel it through the claim, yeah. Our emotions are
linked now. But your own lust is right there with mine. I can feel it."
"The
only lust I feel for you is the lust you make me feel by forcing your lust on
me!"
Spike
frowned for a second as he tried to make sense of that sentence. When he
thought he had it sorted out, he said, "That isn't how it works."
"You're
lying."
"No,
I'm not. Just face it Buffy�you want me."
Buffy
shook her head. "No. I hate
you."
"You
may hate me, baby, but that doesn't mean you don't want me." To emphasize
his point, Spike pulled her into his lap, kissing her hard until she responded,
her body molding itself against his. When he finally broke away, Spike smirked
at her. "Told you you wanted me."
Buffy
stared at him, her expression one of horror before it changed to anger. Spike
expected some sort of verbal response, but instead she reared back and punched
him in the nose.
"Bloody
hell!" Spike exclaimed, clutching his
wounded nose as Buffy got off the bed. "That fucking hurt!"
"I
don't want you," Buffy ground out, pulling the sheet off of the bed and
wrapping it around her. "You're an evil, disgusting thing." She stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door
behind her.
Spike
wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Bloody
women."

*** *** ***
I
don't know if any of you will like it as much, but that was one of my favorite
chapters of this story to write so far. Maybe it was the image of Buffy in that
sweatshirt� Anyway, I hope you're all still enjoying this, and please remember
to leave a review!

The song used is "Submission" by the Sex Pistols.
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