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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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Buffy ran as fast as she could through the
woods that lay behind the motel, heedless of anything she might find out there.
Her only thought was to get away, to escape from Spike and what he was doing�what
he wouldn't stop doing. She had to�
Suddenly, her knees buckled and she fell to
the ground, her entire body now aching in a way she'd never known before. She
felt herself slammed with a pain that was soul-deep, bringing tears to her eyes
as it made her want to sob in anguish. Something inside of her was screaming
that she turn around, go back to her mate. She needed him, needed to touch him,
needed to feel him.
Buffy shook her head in a vain attempt to clear
her mind and regain control of herself, crying out in
desperation when she could not. He was doing something to her, he had to be,
controlling her again. She had to fight it, had to get far enough away that he
didn't have an influence on her anymore. She tried to stand, but her legs
wouldn't let her, so she used every bit of strength she had remaining in her to
crawl, struggling to make her way across the dirt.
She could feel Spike approaching, the
tingles in her neck from his presence growing stronger by the second. She
whimpered as she kept fighting, knowing it was a losing battle but not willing
to give up all the same. Then he was there, snatching her up and holding her so
her feet were dangling above the ground, his hands like vices around her biceps.
The fury he was feeling was written clearly on his face as well as assaulting
her through the claim, and inside of her, terror warred with the relief she
felt from being back with her mate again.
"I told you to stay put!" Spike
roared, throwing her back to the ground. Buffy cowered at his feet as his demon
face fell into place and she found herself at the mercy of an enraged master
vampire. "When are you going to learn to listen, girl? What am I going to
have to do, beat you into bloody submission?"
Buffy gasped at that. He wouldn't�would he?
"I�I couldn't take it�I felt you and�"
�"Shut up!" Spike roared. "I've
had just about enough of this from you." He snatched her up again by her
arm, making his way back to the motel parking lot as he practically dragged her
behind him, ignoring every time she tripped. He stopped when they reached his
car, but he kept a bruising grip on her arm as he got his keys from his duster
pocket and opened the DeSoto's trunk.
"What�what are you going to do to
me?" Buffy asked, her fear rising to near panic levels. All she could feel
from Spike through the claim was blinding anger, and she knew she had pushed
him too far.
"I'm going to make sure you stay where
you're told," Spike replied, pulling something from the trunk.
Buffy gasped when she saw what it was�rope.
"Please, no. I'll�I'll stay and I'll be quiet, just don't�"
"Shut up!" Spike yelled at her
again. "Another word from you, and I break your jaw."
Buffy closed her mouth tightly, though the
occasional whimper still escaped as her body shook in fear. Spike handled her
roughly as he bound her hands and feet together, pulling the ropes almost tight
enough to cut off her circulation but not quite. When he was through, he lifted
her up and threw her into the trunk, slamming it shut with her trapped inside.
Her panic grew, and she struggled helplessly in her bonds, gasping for air. How
long would he leave her in there? Would she suffocate? Hot tears ran down her
cheeks, and she fought the urge to throw up.
She heard the engine start and felt the car
begin to move a few moments later. Buffy struggled to calm herself, knowing
that she would get nowhere by losing control. Spike had to let her out
eventually�didn't he? Surely if he was going to kill her, this wouldn't be the
way he'd do it.
And if this was what her life was to be from
now on, would death even be so bad?
Resigning herself to whatever the night
brought, Buffy stopped her struggling and lay still in the trunk.

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At some point, Buffy had managed to doze
off, and she didn't know how much time passed before she felt the car come to a
stop. The engine turned off and she waited until she heard the door open and
close, followed by Spike's footsteps and the jingling of his keys. Silence fell
again and Buffy wondered if maybe he planned to leave her out there for the day
when she heard him coming back and the trunk opened.
Spike didn't look at her as he hauled her
out, throwing her over his shoulder as he walked to what would be their motel
room for the night. He unlocked the door and strode inside, opening the closet
and throwing her in, not seeming to even notice when her head hit the wall.
Without a word, he shut her in, and Buffy felt tears spring to her eyes.
Her skin was chaffed from the ropes, her
arms and legs sore from being stuck in one position so long, and now her heard ached, too, from where it had connected with the
wall.� But even on top of all of that,
she felt empty inside, Spike's coldness towards her hurting in a way no
physical blow ever could.
It was overwhelming. She knew now she really
couldn't get away from him. She wanted it to have been him that made her stop
in the woods, but somehow she knew it wasn't. He'd given her no order either
verbally or through the claim. It had been her who had stopped herself, her own
body rebelling against her and refusing to put too much distance between her
and her mate. Spike had told her before that they couldn't be apart, and now
she knew it was true. She was bound to him.
Outside the closet, Spike lay on the bed, his
mind in turmoil. Buffy was in pain both physically and emotionally, and it tore
at him. He hated himself for what he'd done to her tonight,
experiencing through her just how much his actions had wounded her. Still, he
fought to hold back, telling himself over and over that he had to do this, that he had to make her submit to him and accept the
way things were going to be for her from now on.
His resolve lasted only as long as it took
for the sound of her tears to reach him. In an instant, he was on his feet,
going to the closet and throwing open the door. Buffy looked up at him in fear,
scooting back from him as best she could. "I'm sorry, Spike. Please�please
don't hurt me. I can't anymore take anymore tonight, please�"
The sight of her now completely broke him.
She was scared of him. He hadn't really wanted that, not like this anyway. He
wanted her afraid to disobey him, but not for her to beg him not to hurt her
anymore� Never before had such a sound been so displeasing to him. He lifted
her up and she trembled, driving Spike to hold her close for a moment,
whispering softly to her. "It's okay now, pet. I've got you. It's going to
be okay."
She calmed slightly at his words, and Spike
brought her over to the bed, untying her and dropping the ropes to the ground.
He massaged her wrists, wincing at the dark red marks that showed where the
ropes had been. Compelled to find a way to make it better, he leaned in,
kissing the rope burns. Buffy sighed, her body relaxing now and her mind
shutting down, allowing her a reprieve from the horror of the evening.
"Gonna make it all better now,
pet," Spike promised her, guiding her to lie down on the bed before
covering her small body with his own. He kissed her cheeks, tasting the salt of
her tears before pulling up, looking into her eyes. "Do you want me,
Buffy?"
She nodded, unable to speak. She did want
him, god, she did. She'd tried to run and she couldn't�there was nothing
she could do anymore. He had really and truly claimed her, conquered her and
made her his own. She didn't have the strength left to fight it anymore.
He smiled at her admission, leaning down
again to kiss her, belying a tenderness now with her
that he'd never really had before. This time it wasn't about dominance between
them. It was about submission.
Spike's hands caressed her body, soothing
away her aches. She arched into his touch, begging him without words for more.
He didn't tease her, didn't make her wait. Instead, he removed her clothes then
his own, allowing them to touch skin to skin. Buffy sighed in contentment,
running her hands across his back.
"This is how it can be between us,
pet," Spike whispered before gently nipping her ear. "Don't you want
this?"
"Yes," she said, further giving in
to him. "I want this. I want�I want what you make me feel."
Spike smiled at her again,
glad to know that this suffering tonight hadn't been for nothing. Buffy had
finally realized where her place was with him, and things could be all right
now. No more of this senseless fighting, constantly feeling like he was hitting
a brick wall with her. "Tell me what you need from me right now,
baby," he said, his voice a husky purr. "My hands, my mouth�whatever
you want, it's yours."
"You," Buffy said. "I want
you�in�" She blushed slightly, adverting her eyes
as she whispered the last word. "Inside."
Spike's heart leapt, and for a second he
could've sworn it was beating again. He hooked her legs around his hips before
positioning himself at her entrance, hissing at the warmth that was already
assaulting him. Never in his existence had he felt heat like Buffy's. He said
she was fire, and here was his proof.
He waited until she turned and met his eyes
before sliding all the way inside, the pair gasping in unison as he did. Buffy
felt Spike reach towards her with the claim, tentatively this time, asking for
the connection. She didn't refuse him, and the link between them grew, wrapping
around them, biding them. Their bodies moved slowly, together, all the world
falling away but the two mates, joined by a force as old as time itself.
Pleasure spiraled through the both of them,
bringing them to new heights of ecstasy, bringing down all their barriers until
neither could tell where one stopped and the other began. The cries that
pierced the silence of the night blended together as well, sounding in harmony
until they reached their shared peak, the pleasure flowing between them
seemingly endless.
Buffy could still feel him there, on the
edge of her consciousness as she floated back down to herself. Her body began
to shake uncontrollably, and Spike pulled the covers up around them as he
brought her to rest against him. She clung to him tightly, her heart thudding
in her chest.
Spike had heard that sex could be like that
between mates, though he hadn't ever been able to truly fathom it before then.
He'd thought he had, but he'd been so far off, knowing now that he'd never have
been capable of knowing what it was until experiencing it. It had been the most
incredible thing he'd ever felt, and he was awestruck by how beautiful it had
been.
He felt something damp hit his chest, and he
looked down to see that Buffy was crying. "Kitten?
Something wrong?"
"No," she said, shaking her head
against him. "I just�that was�"
"I know. I don't have words for it
either."
Buffy looked up, smiling almost shyly at him
then. She felt peaceful here with him now, complete, and for once since she'd
met him, her mind wasn't racing. Her limbs and eyelids felt heavy, and she
snuggled closer to him, letting him hold her tightly in his arms. She pressed a
soft kiss against his bare chest as her eyes closed, and murmured his name
softly. "William�"
Her use of his given name touched him at the
moment, and he smiled against her hair. He could spend eternity here in her
arms and never tire of her for even a second. Her hair, her skin�she felt so
soft against him. And
her scent� It surrounded him, captivated him, making him breathe in
deep and fill his useless lungs.
At some point during their lovemaking, the
sun had risen over the horizon, and the day added its pull to the forces urging
Spike towards sleep. Buffy's breathing had evened, letting him know that she
was already gone, and he didn't resist following her. He whispered one last
thing to her before he fell asleep fully, although he was already far gone
enough to be unaware himself of what he had said.
I love
you, Buffy�

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Periodically the muse really hits me for a
story and allows me to write much faster than I normally do, and at the moment,
that seems to be happening with this fic�hence the three postings in one week. I'm
not sure how long it'll last, but I'm writing as much as I can while I'm
feeling creative, and I hope you're enjoying it!
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