Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Rape/Actual, Sexual Situations, Violence (offending chapters will be noted)
Pairings: Riley/Buffy; Spike/Buffy
Challenge Requirements at the end
Chapter 15
Angelus knew his grandchilde had been restless the past week away from Buffy so it did not surprise him in the least when Spike told him that he was going to be gone for the night. Spike had too much humanity in him to let a slip of a girl, a Slayer no less, dominate his thoughts. The entire week Spike fidgeted, if you call prowling the crypt on both levels and ripping things to shreds fidgeting. The boy just wouldn’t sit still for any length of time.
When Spike mentioned going out for the night, Angelus knew exactly where he would go. Also, knowing that at the moment Spike was incapacitated by the chip; Angelus followed him at a safe distance. Spike could sense him if he reached his senses out but he wasn’t visible. Angelus picked up the trail of the younger vampire after he left the Slayer’s house. He stalked the shadows of the Holiday Inn’s dance hall, watching his progeny bump and grind against the girl. Watching them made him hard. They moved together perfectly like equal halves of the same whole. Yes, he had to agree that even though his Soulful self brought her into the Aurealian line, Buffy and Spike were matched in every way.
Angelus had heard Spike request a room in the hotel and lead Buffy to the elevator. He disappeared into the crowd and ventured outside looking for a good vantage point. He’d give the couple their privacy, but he would watch them. In some sick sense, his demon loved a good voyeuristic liaison.
Xander had talked Riley into attending a dance at the Holiday Inn. The younger man felt Riley needed a night off from his mundane schedule. Knowing that Buffy was staying at her mother’s and not gracing him with her presence, he reluctantly agreed. He and Xander were going to attend the function together, but Anya sidetracked Xander with a date night of their own, alas, Riley ended up at the dance by himself.
When Riley got there it was just in time to see Spike and Buffy head for the elevators. He frowned and walked out of the hotel. He noticed the building beside the hotel had a low roof. He climbed the fire escape to the top and located Spike’s room. He sat and waited to see what was going to happen between his girlfriend and Hostile 17.
Always the Boy Scout, prepared for anything, Riley pulled out his night vision binoculars and watched the byplay between Buffy and Spike. The evil son of a bitch was kissing his girl and she wasn’t pulling away from him. In fact she looked like she was enjoying his touch. His temper rose concentrating so much on the pair that he didn’t sense Angelus on the same roof until the vampire was behind him.
“Enjoying the show, Finn?” Angel kept his voice to a menacing whisper.
Riley stood stock still. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the image of Spike touching Buffy. He gulped when he heard Angelus’ voice near his ear.
“It seems my boy is about to have his way with your girl.” Angelus looked far off into the distance, then back at Riley. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant to say his girl.” He looked back at the scene in front of them. Spike and Buffy were on the bed in a heated kiss and she was trying to rip Spike’s clothes off. Angelus remained hard at the display. “Have you ever seen the Slayer in the throes of absolute abandon? Look at how he touches her, how she responds to him. She’s never responded to you that way has she?”
Riley ground his teeth but kept silent. By the deadly whisper in his ear, he knew if he turned his head, he’d come face-to-face with Angelus’ demon.
Angelus reached down and adjusted his aching cock when he saw Spike working his way down between Buffy’s thighs. When she lifted against Spike’s mouth, Angelus taunted Riley again. “Dru taught him how to work a pussy over with his tongue. He can lick the Slayer for hours, have her in a continual orgasm and never stop, even if she begs for mercy. Can you say the same?”
Riley’s brow furrowed until he developed the beginnings of a headache. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Buffy was thrashing on the bed under Spike, tugging his mouth closer to the apex of her thighs. He twisted his face in disgust knowing that his girlfriend got off to having her pussy licked, not only that, but an evil, soulless creature was causing her to respond to his touch.
Angelus chuckled. “Spike warned me about you. He said you were white bread. All that training with the Initiative and you’ve not only regimented your day but also your fucking?” Angelus looked back at the vision of his grandchilde bringing the slayer to another orgasm with his mouth. “Spike said he warned you that the Slayer needs some monster in her man. Do you know what that means?”
Riley’s whole body was tense. Buffy was going to pay dearly for disobeying him. He was sure of that. Let her have her one night of passion with the demon. He’ll get her back for making a fool of him.
“That means that she needs an equal. Her Slayer side seeks a mate who’s a kindred spirit. Spike’s demon meets that pull in every way. Have you ever seen the two of them fight? It’s poetic. They match each other perfectly. That’s why they can’t kill each other: they fight so well together. Face it white bread, you’ll never be man enough for Buffy. She likes her men like she likes her evil . . . .” Angelus cocked his head and smirked, “Evil.”
Riley watched through the night vision binoculars as Spike claimed Buffy with the hard thrust of his cock and his fangs sank into the base of her neck. He couldn’t believe it when Buffy came, shuddering and screaming Spike’s name and then returning the claim on the vampire.
Angelus nearly came right there when he saw Spike claim the slayer as his own. “Well, Finn, it seems the girl is no longer your concern. Spike just brought her full circle into the Aurealian line. I never knew he had the balls to do it, but then he’s been full of surprises over the years.” Angelus patted Riley on the shoulder. “We’ll be seeing ya, Riley.”
Riley stood there dumbfounded, staring at the couple who kissed in the afterglow of lovemaking. Angelus’ menacing laugh echoed into the night as he walked away and disappeared into the black cloak of night.
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Spike and Buffy walked back to the Summers’ abode. Their heads were together as they discussed what to do next.
“Buffy, I feel that you’ll be safe with your mother for now. Neutral ground for you and Riley, granted he isn’t the type that needs an invitation.” Spike tried to sound reasonable. Inside he was scared to death, he wanted to take Buffy and run . . . anywhere but here.
"When will we be together again, Spike? I miss you already,” Buffy said.
"Soon, love. It won’t be long.” Spike promised her.
Spike walked Buffy up to the door. He leaned in to kiss her, and moaned when she met his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her up against his hard body. He pressed her back against the side of the house, thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and licked the soft flesh inside.
Buffy closed her eyes and clung to Spike, nearly fainting at the feel of his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. The kiss reminded her of what happened between them earlier tonight and in an instant caused her essence to pool in her pants. She reluctantly ripped her mouth away from his to speak. “Spike! If I don’t go in now, we’ll never get anything accomplished.”
Spike had moved to press kisses down her throat, licking his claim mark, making her shudder against him. “We’ll get plenty accomplished . . . upstairs, pet,” he said.
Spike’s words caused a delicious shudder to run through her. She reluctantly pushed him away from her and opened the door, stepping back inside the house.
Spike watched her back away from him into the sanctuary of the house, his eyes full of love for the tight little seductive bundle that was Buffy along with a devouring passion to make love to her and claim her all over again.
Buffy gave Spike a sad smile and closed the door softly. She kicked off her shoes at the bottom of the staircase and went into the living room. Joyce was sitting on the couch reading with the hum of the TV as background noise.
“How was your date, Buffy?” Joyce asked.
“Just peachy. We went out dancing,” Buffy said. Okay, so it wasn’t the whole truth.
“Spike is such a nice man. He even had you home before midnight. Very old-fashioned type of guy,” Joyce mused. The punctual timing for being home after a date put another good mark in her book for Spike.
“Yep, that’s Spike… very old-fashion-y.” Buffy quipped. “Well, I think I’ll get cleaned up and go to bed. Night, Mom.”
Buffy headed up the stairs, taking her discarded shoes with her. Her mother’s answering “night” followed her up the stairs. She dropped her shoes when she entered her bedroom and climbed into bed. She had a wonderful ache between her thighs, and even though slayer/vampire stamina was a plus, it was always scatching up with her. The second her body hit the bed she was asleep, thoroughly exhausted.
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Spike was leaving the Summers property when all of a sudden he felt a jolt of electricity rush through his body. He shivered violently and fell to the ground. A bulky figure grabbed the vampire by the arms and dragged him over to the bushes. The man watched Buffy’s bedroom window from the shadows before stealthily climbing up the trellis to the porch roof that was outside her window.
The man hooked his fingers under the cracked window pane and slid it open the rest of the way. He crawled silently into the room and watched the Slayer sleep for a moment. He wrapped the girl in her own quilt and made a careful but hasty exit out of the house and jockeyed himself down the trellis without incident before disappearing into the night.
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Buffy awoke to find herself shackled – actually shackled with real chains – to a dirt wall. She was sitting on the dirt floor with her legs curled underneath her body. It took her eyes several seconds to get used to the dim light before she surveyed her surroundings. If she remembered correctly, she should be in the old Initiative Caves. She groaned and tried to relax her tired jaw only to bite down on a cloth gag. What to do now?
The caves were cold but not freezing. Buffy shuddered as a breeze went by. She looked down and saw she was naked. She thought she had put pajamas on before bed. Was she really so tired she forgot and just disrobed and crawled underneath the covers naked? How did she get here anyway?
“I wondered when you’d wake up,” said a familiar voice in the shadows. The figure came closer into the torchlight and revealed himself. He reached out and pulled the gag out of her mouth.
“Riley . . . what are you doing here?” Buffy gasped his name and then her voice hardened over the question.
“Saving you of course,” Riley answered, staying half in shadow and torch.
“From what?” Buffy wondered.
“From yourself. You’ve become reckless. I mean here I thought I could trust you to just patrol and come home at night. Instead I find that you were sneaking behind my back to see your demon lover. How long have you been running to Spike, Buffy?”
Buffy looked at Riley as if he’d finally gone insane, though she kept quiet. Whatever happened to the sweet Riley Finn that she was so fond of? When did he become more evil than he claimed Spike was? The man before her had the face of her Riley, but the amiable Riley she knew was gone. This Riley was vengeful and had her chained to a wall, with actual chains she might add.
“Let me get this straight, you stole me out of my own bed to chain me to a wall of a cave to save me from what you deem to be my loose morals?” Buffy tried to rap her mind around Riley’s warped thoughts and proceeded to form a headache instead.
“I saw you fucking that demon, that vampire, with my own two human eyes. There’s nothing like watching your girl giving it up to another – well I guess you can’t call him a man – another creature with cliff notes from the thing that made said creature what he is today, now is there?” Riley charged.
“What are you babbling about?” Buffy was confused trying to follow Riley around the bend. Is Riley saying he saw her with Spike? How could that be when they were on the sixth floor?
As if reading her mind, Riley retorted “I saw you with Spike. I spied you with my night vision gear from the roof of the building next to the hotel.”
Buffy let her head fall back against the dirt wall and groaned. Riley had spied on her; he saw her making love with Spike. Even as the thought of Riley seeing that filled her with dread, the mention of Spike’s name brought a clear image of him to her mind: tall, a shock of white-blond slicked back hair, chiseled cheekbones, the way his cheeks caved in when he clenched his teeth, hard, muscled body, big strong hands with long fingers. She shivered at the image.
Riley saw the shiver run through her body, “Yeah, sorry about the lack of heat in this place, it being a cave and all.”
Without opened her eyes she asked, “Where are my clothes?”
“I burned them. They had his scent all over them. I couldn’t very well rescue you with any memory of him lingering around you, could I?” Riley asked sardonically.
“What did you do with Spike?” Buffy wondered aloud.
“Oh, he’s fine, or at least he should be by now. I hit him with a stun gun before taking you, and left him in the bushes somewhere.” Riley shrugged not caring what happened to the blond menace.
Buffy furrowed her brows. “Just how are you planning on saving me from myself?”
“Well as I see it, you’re all with the giving freely of your body to vampires these days, and since beating it out of you didn’t do anything, torture should do the trick, don’t you think?” Riley sneered at her.
A frisson of apprehension and sadness ran through her. Riley had become completely insane. She tried to channel her thoughts on Spike for some sort of peace in this situation. She attempted to get word to Spike through the claim they shared.
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Spike came to a half an hour later with a feeling of light-headedness, and when his body inadvertently shifted his side hurt like the devil. He lay there for a few minutes making an effort to gain his bearings. He opened his eyes just barely and stared at the sky, the stars winked down at him. Satisfied that it was still dark outside, he opened his senses to air and ground. Sniffing the air he discovered it was still a long way before sunrise, and the light dew on the grass under him helped gauge the time to be around midnight.
Why was he on the ground? He reflected back to tonight’s events. He had taken Buffy out dancing, he smiled when he thought of the tight shirt and pants she wore that molded to her curves. He had sensed his grandsire in the room. He knew Angelus would follow him to wherever he took Buffy.
Those last two dances were for Angelus’ benefit. The bumping and grinding motion that Buffy had started, Spike used to full advantage knowing Angelus was watching them. Something in Spike wanted to goad his grandsire. When he smelt the scent of the older vampire’s arousal, Spike felt he had accomplished his task and gotten Buffy out of there and upstairs to a room.
When he got to the room, he could feel Angelus was nearby, watching them from a distance. He remembered quickly glancing over in the guise of his demon and seeing Captain Cardboard with his grandsire before reverting back to his human face and going down on Buffy. He smirked at the memory of showing Riley exactly what Buffy responded to. If it hadn’t been their first time together, and a claiming on top of it, he would have gotten rougher, showing Soldier Boy that she’d never hold back when she knew the boy – the man – she was with wouldn’t break under the force of Slayer strength.
Thinking of Buffy made him hard all over again. He was in the middle of thinking of all the things he’d love to introduce her to when a wave of fear hit him. He expanded his senses and felt her. She was in trouble. He concentrated on her, receiving her jumbled emotions of fear, apprehension, panic and fear. They all hit him like a sack of bricks to the midsection. He had to find her. He slowly got up testing his limbs to make sure they would support him. Standing under her window, he sniffed the air until he separated her scent from everything else and followed it.
When he was within sight of the Initiative Caves, he growled his anger. He tried to send calming thoughts through the claim, but only received another wave of fear. He tried to clear his mind but Buffy’s trepidation continued to seep through, nearly doubling him over in pain from his mate’s emotions.
Spike refused the idea of leaving Buffy to find Angelus so he probed his grandsire’s mind, letting Buffy’s emotions tell Angelus that she needed help. More help than Spike could provide with the chip in his head. When he felt Angelus mentally nod, he shut off the link to the older vampire, and quietly entered the caves.
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Angelus had left Riley on the rooftop to contemplate his words and ventured to explore the city that he had tried to destroy before using Acathla. It was a quiet residential neighborhood, save for the undead that walked the streets at night. He found himself in Willie’s ordering up a bottle of O-positive and balked at the price of $4.00 for an 8 oz. glass. Bagged blood was scarce in this town.
He had just sat down with the bottle when he felt a niggling in his mind. He mentally looked for the signature and opened his mind when he recognized Spike. Angelus nearly crushed the bottle in his hand with the anger that washed over him at the thoughts of Buffy in trouble. Angelus sighed and gave the bottle back to Willie and walked out of the bar. He gave a mental nod and felt Spike leave his mind as he headed toward the spot where he thought he had felt Spike was.