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Dawn's Wedding	By : abra Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female > Dawn/Spike(William) > Dawn/Spike(William) Views: 4744 -:- 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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Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon.

Timeline: less than two years post NFA (Angel), about three years post Chosen (BtVS)

Set about seven years before the events of my Wes/Faith story, �Needed�.

Background: Spike is the only known survivor of the big battle in NFA. A few months after that battle, Spike meets Faith. Faith was several months pregnant � the child's father, complete mystery for everyone so far. Spike and Faith stick together in a completely non sexual way. They work as treasure hunters and demon fighters, rogue demon fighters :)

Faith and Spike are invited at Dawn's wedding, in Cleveland.

The story doesn't have a plot. It is partly meant to explain the reason for Spike's last "obstacle" in the cave, toward the end of "Needed".

Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Rating: NC17
Beta: Rachael
Chapter 2

It was about an hour past midnight when the household seemed to have settled down for the night. Spike had remained aloof from the pre-wedding agitation. Partly because he didn't have any role in the ceremony, and partly because he did not want to be drawn back in the Summers' inner circle. He lay on his back with the hands behind her head, reflecting on what his life was turning into. His burning, obsessive love for Buffy had mellowed into a precious memory. The drive to pursue her, the urge to possess her, heart and soul, were gone. He had allowed Faith's life to tether him for the strange reason that it felt safe. Facing monsters, breaking into ancient tombs and daring evil curses, were the sort of life he could deal with. Physical, and even mystical danger were bit as daunting as his doomed love for the Slayer.

He wondered briefly if he was recreating his former situation with Buffy and Dawn by living, even nomadically, with Faith and Alex. He could not, and would not deny, at least not to himself, that he found Faith very attractive. But she was also very much like him. In the long run, they would make better partners than lovers. Although, Faith's words, spoken from Buffy's hijacked body could still make him restless � could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.�

Drusilla. He rarely thought about her these days. Life with Faith and her baby didn't give him the leisure of dwelling on his past. Life with Dru had been similarly hectic, but somehow Faith felt more like an equal than his Sire ever had. He could count on Faith in ways he never could with his dark goddess. Then again, Faith had a soul.

An image of Dru floated from the recesses of his mind. Shoulder length black hair, sparkling, slightly mad black eyes, pale face, long, white wedding dress. His mind drifted from Dru to Dawn. Whatever had possessed her to dye her hair and wear black contacts? From what he could figure out from the disjointed conversations, she had changed her look when she had met this guy she was marrying. Spike had seen pictures of the happy couple, and he had to admit that they looked good together, both with dark hair and black eyes. He tried not to think about the Mediterranean looking guy whose name he did not want to learn, touching his Dawn, making her squirm in pleasure, getting her to return home with her panties creamed and dry sperm on the inside of her thighs. Fuck! The memory of the smell was too vivid. His cock stirred under the blanket, pushing against his non-threatening plaid pajama pants. He needed to get laid.

He heard the soft knock on the door. He opened his eyes, but before he could say anything, the door opened. He expected Faith to come in � someone else who needed to get laid just as badly as him � looking for comfort in the quasi-hostile environment of Summers house.

�You weren't asleep,� Dawn said.

�No. What's wrong, Nibblet?� he asked.

�Pre-wedding jitters. Tell me a scary story, Spike,� she pleased.

Spike looked at her through the darkness. She was wearing a sweet, comfortable pajama. No cartoon characters for Dawn anymore, but it wasn't too sophisticated either. Cotton, not silk. He watched her feel her way blindly toward his bed. He felt her sneak under the covers, next to him. There was less of the adult Dawn he had met earlier, and more of the little girl. He took a careful sniff. The shower had removed the scent of the hot, sweaty sex. But she still did not smell of sugar and spike like she used to. He sensed the tangy musk almost as clearly as if he was lapping it from between her thighs.

�Not a friggin' iPod, Bit. You shouldn't be here.�

�But Spi-ike,� she whined. �I'm like all butterflies in my stomach.�

�Why so worried? You love the bloke don't you?�

�Yeah, but...� she said and squirmed under the blanket.

�But...?� he asked, enjoying the sensation of her butt rubbing against his hip.

�Marriage is like... forever, you know? We're so young and...�

�If you're having second thoughts, you'd better talk to your sister.�

�Oh My God! Buffy would so freak! She's been trying so hard to make everything perfect.�

�And you feel I'm the safer choice? I'm not safe, Nibblet,� he said, leaning over her, whispering the words in her ear, knowing that his lips were brushing her skin.

He put a hand on her breast and slung one leg over hers, making sure that his incipient erection poked in her tight little ass that she had carelessly propped against him.

�I'm tired of you thinking I'm some neutered old cat. I'm a freakin' tiger, Pet!�

He thrust his hips against her, surprising even himself with the burst of unexpected, angry lust.

Dawn gasped, but did not bolt out of bed. Her body tensed and he guessed that she was wondering how to react. He expected nasty words, reproaches, reminders of his love/hate affair with her sister.

Spike thought about releasing her, but the feel of a hot young thing in his arms was too sweet to give up. He had been abstinent for too long. Instead of taking his hand off her breast as he had intended, he squeezed it tighter, and pinched her nipple. He lowered his head and kissed her neck. Her blood was flowing fast through her veins. He hadn't fed on a human for too long. He licked her neck in short, cat-like lappings, he felt Dawn bucking under him. He analyzed her smell. Fear and arousal. He pushed his whole body on top of hers. His cock was now clearly outlined against his pants and against her ass. He had pushed Dawn face down into the bed, her breast squashed in his palm. He thrust a couple of times against her ass, aware that if he sped up the pace he could easily come in his pants.

Fear disappeared from Dawn's smell. Tangy, womanly arousal was all he could sense. The cent annihilated any shreds of conscience and control. She tried to wriggle from underneath him, obviously aware of the inappropriateness of her desire. He put a stop to her feeble attempts of escape by pressing her deeper into the mattress.

Spike parted her legs with one knee and felt Dawn's already labored breath catch in her throat. He withdrew his hand from her breast and inserted it under her waistband. On his way deeper he scratched her ass with his nails. Dawn's head lifted off the pillow as she took in a sharp breath. He sighed, knowing that he would never have time to explore her body, to find out where she liked to be scratched or how hard she would like it. She would like it hard, he guessed, judging by her reaction. She would like to wear his marks under her clothes. She would... Not now, he chided himself.

His hand reached its intended destination and he trembled along with her when two of his fingers slid with difficulty inside her.

�Spike!� she squealed. �What the hell...�

�Don't ask what I'm doing, Pet. You've been pretty thoroughly fucked all afternoon, 'm sure you know what I'm doing.�

�You and your goddamn smell!� she said through gritted teeth.

�I'm gonna take you for a ride in the big league. See if this solves any of your doubts.�

�God, Spike, have you lost it?� she asked, trying once more to get out of the bed.

�God has nothing to do with this,� he told her.

He pulled his fingers out of her, still slick with her juices. He hated skipping steps. He wanted to taste her, at least by licking his fingers. He didn't. He slid them over her clit, remembering one particularly disturbing episode from the days of their friendship. They were eating chocolate and Dawn had taken his fingers, one by one into her mouth, to clean them of the last traces of the delicious substance. All his Buffy obsession did nothing to stop an incredibly powerful hardon as he let her suck and lick his fingers. Damn it to hell, he still wouldn't have time to test what that mouth of hers could do on his cock!

Dawn whimpered.

�Stop, Spike, please!�

�Do you really want me to stop, luv?� he asked, his fingers brushing her clit in delicate circles.

She wasn't answering, but her body was reacting.

�I'll take that as no,� he said and proceeded pulling down her pajamas with his free hand.

He removed his fingers from her clit, only to shove them back inside her. Dawn gasped, and bucked again. He pulled out his slick fingers and smeared her own wetness on her tight hole, probing boldly with one finger, than a second, despite Dawn's initial negative reaction.

�Should I give you the choice, luv?� he asked, biting her shoulder playfully.

He felt her try to relax under the unusual intrusion. He knew he could not use that entrance. She was too fucking tight there, and he had been too long without anything other than his hand. He r pussy was tight, too, but he had a chance to last just a little longer in there.

He got his cock out, slid its length between her wet folds while continuing to fuck her ass with his fingers. After a few seconds, he rolled on his back, leaving her free, panting and throbbing.

�Take off your clothes, Dawn,� he commanded.

If she wanted to, she had the opportunity to leave. If she obeyed him, he would fuck her for the next few hours.

Dawn got up, and hesitated with her hands on the waistband of her pajamas. Spike knew she was trapped between the rational decision of pulling them up and leaving the room, and the hot, mindless urge to crawl naked in his bed.

She pulled the pants down, unbuttoned her top and came back under the blanket. Spike lowered his head over her breasts and began sucking on her nipples in turn. Dawn's hand slid between her legs, but he caught it.

�Turn on your belly,� he said.

Dawn obeyed without hesitation. He put an arm around her waist and hoisted her to her knees. When she tried to raise herself on her elbows, he pushed her back down. He let her stay with her ass in the air and her face in the pillow for a few seconds. He savored the scent. Arousal and anxiety. Heady mixture. He cupped her pussy with one hand. She was dripping her honey in his palm.

He positioned himself between her legs. He hated that his cock was giving signs of impatience. He honeyed his fingers by probing her pussy before resuming fucking her ass with them. Dawn moaned at the anal intrusion. If he was the first to play with her ass, she was probably hurting.

Spike guided the dripping tip of his cock to her entrance, he pushed into her, inch by inch, savoring every muffled moan that escaped her. Her hands were clutching the sheets desperately. She knew she had to keep very quiet, but the sensations were overpowering her.

Spike knew that he was in a house full of Slayers, he knew that the door was not locked, he was also aware of the very real danger of getting staked, but he could not help upping the ante. He leaned over Dawn;s body, impaling her all the way on his cock, and reached around her, took her hand off her breast, pinched her nipple and starting rubbing her clit.

�Fuck!� she exclaimed under her breath before plunging her face into the pillow.

Spike feared that she was going to suffocate while she came, throbbing wildly. He was barely able to ride out her orgasm before he blasted his seed deep inside her.

He pulled out of her, softening and drained. Dawn's body flopped next to his. She did not snuggle, but when he put his arm around her shoulders, she rolled closer.

�I hadn't come looking for this,� she whispered.

�I know, Bit,� he said.

�Spike... I really missed you. And i have never wanted to use you like this.�

Like Buffy... The words remained unsaid, but they both knew.

He wanted to tell her that nothing like this had ever been on his mind, but he had never lied to the Nibblet before, why would he start now. He had had some rather disturbing and definitely wet dreams about doing to her just what he had done. She had been hanging around with him too long, and she was so much like Buffy in so many ways that he had thought about whisking her away from Sunnydale and raising her to love only him.

�How's life treating you lately?� she asked.

Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck. She was radiating warmth, and, again, a measure of anxiety had crept into her scent.

�Are you asking about Faith?�

She shrugged.

�Whatever. I just wanted to know how you'd been.�

�Because you missed me,� he finished her sentence.

�Um-hm,� she nodded.

�I'm fine. Always did like to live on the road.�

�The New Watchers' Council is fully functional again. They might want Faith to get back to slaying as a full gig.�

Spike thought about a Watcher trying to get Faith to do something she didn't want to do. That was a conversation that needed to be observed from behind bullet proof panels. From some stuff Faith had reluctantly shared, only Wes had been able to rattle her cage, and get her to do what needed to be done even when it went beyond reasonable.

He shook the thoughts away. He never thought about his days at Wolfram and Hart. Not about the tug of Hell. Not about the last battle.

�Why did you dye that pretty hair of yours?� he asked.

Dawn shrugged again. Such a child-like mannerism. For a moment, Spike had the deja-vu sensation: the two of them, falling asleep in his crypt.

�It's a phase, I'm sure,� she replied. �Guess I wanted to see if the Mediterranean look suited me.�

�Could've used Photoshop,� he said.

�Do you hate it?�

He thought about that for a while. He'd been shocked. He'd been reminded of Dru. But no, he did not hate it.

�There's nothing about you I could ever hate,� he said.

�God, you're such a flirt,� she said.

Spike felt her cheeks grow warmer. He felt himself grow hard again.

�Never lied to you, Bit.�

�I lied to you,� she said.

�Really? When?�

�Oh, ages ago. Just about little things. About going to Janice's. About boys I liked.�

�You were a naughty little girl, weren't you?�

�No. I never was naughty. I guess bad's just not my thing.�

'Never been bad enough for you,' he could almost hear the words.

�Don't be so sure about that. You're in my bed the night before your wedding, I'd call that naught. I'd call that down. right. bad.�

He punctuated the last words with with shallow bites on her breasts. Dawn gasped and arched her back. He took her hardened nipple in her mouth, licked and sucked on it until he felt Dawn getting wet enough to stain the sheets.

He inhaled the scent, wishing he could put his talented mouth there and take care leisurely of her pussy. He did not do that for two reasons. First, she would not have been able to contain the screaming. And two, she had been with another man only hours earlier. He couldn't resist the urge to plunge into her even if she knew that she belonged to another, but he couldn't go down on her. The same was true about kissing her. Some things were just too intimate.

Spike moved on top of her. Dawn's legs parted, welcoming him. He felt her tense at his penetration, waited for her to relax before moving in and out of her.

God, she was good. She was made for this. Spike watched fascinated as she behaved as if it was her first time. She wasn't pretending, either. She was simply enthralled by what his body was doing to hers that she reacted with such delighted surprise. And she was tight. It took him marginally longer for him to come this time, and he was forced to give Dawn her orgasm manually. He mastered the right way to rub her clit, and enjoyed watching her convulse with pleasure under his touches.

�If I thought there was any chance for us to make it work, I would call off the wedding,� she said once the aftershocks rocking her body subsided.

He was surprised to hear it at such a moment, but said nothing. There was no chance for them. The way he had loved done all these years, and the way he wanted her tonight did not blend in an all encompassing feeling. His attitude toward her still had something paternal or fraternal in it. He realized that this was probably the reason why fucking her had felt wicked and awesome.
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