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Spike liked waking
up with Buffy in his arms. It seemed strange to him now that only a short while
ago he hadn't been able to fathom ever waking with someone other than Drusilla.
But now, after spending only a little over two weeks with Buffy, he didn't know
how he'd ever been happy before her.
Every night, she
found a new way to excite him. She fed and fucked with exuberance, relishing
everything she experienced. He found delight in her joy, things that had once
seemed mundane taking on a new shine. They'd left their mark on Sunnydale
already, word of their deeds spreading like wildfire through the demon gossip
mill.
Within days,
everyone had known about the turned Slayer.
Not much after
that, everyone had feared her.
They were fast
becoming an undead Bonnie and Clyde, just like Buffy had said
she wanted.
Buffy stretched
against his body, signaling to him that she was waking. Spike loved the way she
did that, loved the way it caused her to rub against him in such a delicious
way.
"Evening, my
gorgeous girl," he said to her as her eyes fluttered open. "Sleep
well?"
"Like the
dead," she replied, giggling at her own bad pun.
Spike shook his
head, but couldn't help but chuckle. "And what are you in the mood for
tonight, pet?"
"I know we
just had high school girl last night, but can we have it again? They're so
young and tasty. Plus, most of them are idiots, so luring them to their
doom�not so hard."
"I'd be more
than happy to indulge that whim, baby."
"You indulge
my every whim," Buffy told him. "You're total whim-indulging guy.
It's one of the things I love about you."
Buffy didn't
realize what she'd said until he was staring at her, slack-jawed. Panic swirled
up inside of her, wondering if she'd done something wrong. Spike had told her
vampires could care, but was professing love still forbidden in the demon
world? Had she upset him? Had she ruined this thing between them?
She knew a part of
her was still very much the seventeen year old girl she'd been when she was
turned�and that part of her had become very starry-eyed where Spike was
concerned. Her demon had redefined romantic for her, but as far as that went,
Spike fit the bill. He was a ruthless killer, but to a vampire, it only made
him more attractive.
"You love
me?" he asked, his gaze holding something Buffy couldn't quite define.
"I�" She
turned from him, nervous, and asked softly, "Is that okay?"
"Okay? Baby,
it's bloody wonderful."
She looked up
then, searching his face for sincerity, and smiling when she saw it. "Really?"
"You have no
idea. I� Buffy, I've wanted to find someone to love me for so long, and you� Bloody hell, girl, you're fucking
perfect, is what you are."
Buffy's entire
face lit up. "So does that mean you love me, too?"
"Sweetheart,
I adore you."
With a squeal of
delight, Buffy tackled him, deciding their dinner of tasty young schoolgirl
could wait.

*** *** ***
She looked good in
chains.
After they'd fed,
Spike had brought Buffy home, where she'd promptly begged him to chain her up.
He, of course, had not even thought of refusing.
Now she was face
down on their bed, spread-eagle with shackles around her wrists and ankles. It
was a glorious sight.
"Tell me what
you want now, baby," he said, his voice deep and husky as he ran his
fingers down her spine.
Buffy trembled.
"Make me scream, Spike. You're so good at it."
His baby loved it
rough, and he loved to give it to her.
Drusilla, too, had
begged for whips and chains, and while he'd always been up for it then, too, the
knowledge that she wanted him to hurt her because it was what Angelus had
conditioned her for was never far from Spike's mind. Drusilla had wanted him to
hurt her because her sire wasn't there to do it.
Buffy wanted him
to hurt her because it made her come until she saw stars. Somehow, he liked
that better.
Spike sat on the
edge of the bed and ran his hand over her cool buttocks, enjoying the way her
flesh was already trembling. She'd been wet all night�and been dripping as
they'd fed�and Spike had been anxious to get her back to their home and fill
her up with his cock.
But then when
she'd asked him for the chains, he'd been willing to put off his gratification
a little longer. After all, this would make it even sweeter.
He brought his
hand down against her ass, making her jump, a cry of surprise coming from her
mouth. He liked it when he could startle her with the first one. It put her
more on her toes. Figuratively speaking of course.
Spike continued to
spank her with his hand, knowing it would do little to truly hurt her, but it
was enough to redden her bottom�and start to make her frustrated. The sting
would make her want more, yet not truly satisfy her needs.
Sure enough, the
longer he struck her with only his hand, the more she whimpered.
He stopped and
leaned forward, taking her earlobe between his blunt teeth for a moment before
he let go and whispered, "You want something with more of a bite,
pet?"
"Please,"
Buffy replied, moaning as she pushed her bottom up into the air. "You know
what I like�"
"I do, but
maybe I like leaving you
wanting," Spike said as he ran his hand over her back. "Maybe I like
you writhing, desperate for satisfaction."
She whimpered
pitifully, and the sound made Spike chuckle. "Like a bitch in heat you
are, baby. Makes me so damn hard."
He got off the
bed, going over to the chest where they kept their small yet growing collection
of toys and choosing a small, multi-tailed whip. Again, he knew the blow from
this particular one could be made to give only a small amount of pain, just
enough to torment the girl.
She wanted him to
make her scream. He wanted her to beg for it.
Spike trailed his
hand over her bottom before he brought down the whip, smacking her just above
the junction of her thighs. She arched towards him, gasping.
"I want
harder," she told him, her body tense.
"You'll get
harder when I'm ready to give it to you," Spike replied, his eyebrow
arched. "Now shut your gob and let me give you a proper spanking."
Buffy responded by
turning her head back towards him and sticking out her tongue.
Spike wagged his
finger at her. "That's not working on me, missy. I don't care how much you
try to piss me off, I'm not giving you what you want until I'm good and ready.
Personally, I like slowly making your arse all nice an' red. It's quite lovely
really."
Buffy pouted.
"But Spike�"
"You keep
that up, pet, and I'm going to take you all slow and gentle like. Is that what
you want?"
"Please,
no�not that, Spike. Not tonight."
"Then you be
quiet and let me have my fun."
Buffy turned back
around to face the headboard again. Spike knew she was still pouting, but he'd
let it slide now since she'd stopped her complaining.
"Such a bossy
lil' chit," he said as he brought the whip back down, then trailed it
slowly across her skin. "Chained up and still thinks she can get her way."
Buffy whimpered.
Spike hit her again.
Spike kept the
blows steady, never varying the pace or speed. Her skin reddened, and he knew
it stung, but he also knew it wasn't enough to satisfy her demon.
Buffy was panting
and writhing, her body tense from frustration. However, her juices continued to
seep out onto the bed, and Spike knew for all of her complaining, this was
getting her hot.
Time to up it just
a bit.
He stayed with the
small whip, though now he sped his movements, the whip's tails whistling
through the air before smacking her skin with a satisfying crack. Buffy cried
out with each blow, her body bucking as the marks on her flesh grew darker.
Still, he'd yet to
break the skin, and Buffy had reached the point of desperation. "Spike,
please!" she yelled, her whole body shaking.
"What do you
want, Buffy?" he asked, still whipping her. "Beg me for what you
want."
"The cane�hit
me with the cane. Please, Spike. Please!"
How could he turn
down such a request? He dropped the whip and grabbed the cane, using it to
strike the bound vampire harshly. She screamed as he raised bloody welts on her
ass, back, and thighs, her body bucking violently.
"Is that what
you wanted?" Spike asked, as he made a particularly hard strike. "Is
this what you needed me to do?"
"Yes!"
Buffy screamed. "Oh, Spike, yes!"
He smacked her a
few more times before he threw the cane to the ground and jumped on top of her,
slamming into her soaking pussy in one hard stroke. His skin rubbed against
her, irritating the cuts on her flesh, and she moaned, relishing the pain.
She was strangling
his cock, spasming from the intensity of the orgasm coursing through her. Spike
knew he'd never last long, not like this, and he grabbed her by the hair,
pulling her up as far as he could, then leaning in to sink his fangs into her
neck, tasting her blood as he filled her with his seed.
Her orgasm bled
into another and then another until finally he let her go and collapsed over
her body, licking her wounds gently. She continued to shake, panting out harsh
breaths with useless lungs.
"I love
you," Spike murmured against her torn skin. "Love you so much,
Buffy."
She sighed in
bliss, her limbs limp in the chains. "I love you, too."

*** *** ***
Giles wasn't sure
why he was surprised the Watchers' Council had sent Kendra to Sunnydale. After
all, it was the most active Hellmouth and was therefore in need of an
equally-active Slayer, but it surprised him nonetheless.
And now, watching
her train with her Watcher, using methods and weapons he'd once used himself to
train Buffy, well, all it did was highlight for him just how much his Slayer
was gone.
He supposed he
should take it as a sign that it was time for him to return to England. Buffy was dead; there was nothing for him
here. It was time for him to accept he had fulfilled his duty, and yet, he
couldn't seem to bring himself to leave.
Furthermore, upon
Kendra's arrival, her Watcher had informed Giles that the Council's orders were
that the first thing Kendra should focus on in her new post was to eliminate
the tainted Slayer. The words had made him bristle, a part of him crying out at
the idea of destroying what was left of Buffy, but he'd forced himself to push
those thoughts away.
Buffy was dead. It
wouldn't make her any more dead should the vampire using her body become dust.
His Slayer�the girl he loved as a
daughter�was already dead. Perhaps if Kendra was able to perform this part
of her duty now, it could allow Buffy some peace.
He had yet to see
her�not in his waking hours at least. Though in his dreams, he saw her every
night. Her face danced before him in the dark, demonic ridges marring her
youthful face.
Giles had failed
her, and for that, he'd never forgive himself. She'd gone out that night
because of him, had sought out Angelus because
of him. She'd left him a letter before she'd gone, explaining she wanted to
get the justice for Jenny he'd been unable to take, to right the wrongs she saw
as caused by her teenaged passions.
Because of him,
his Slayer was dead, and for that, Rupert Giles could never forgive himself.

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Important
note about posting: Due to real life
issues (namely, a promotion that's going to give me less free time), I'm going
to have to cut back on posting. I'm hoping I can still post once a week, and
I'm planning to update this story on Thursdays.
Since I'm still not sure how much of my time the new position is going to take
up, I can't make any guarantees right now, but I'm hoping to be able to get a
chapter out a week. If I can't, or the chapter comes late, please be
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