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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
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Neither Buffy nor Spike said much of
anything over the next few hours, doing their best to focus on anything besides
each other.
It wasn't easy. Nothing on the television
could hold their interest more than the thought of what they could be doing
together did, the knowledge of how good it would feel if they gave in to the
desire crackling between them coloring their every thought.
By the time the sun went down, Spike felt as
if he were going to go insane. His every nerve was on end, his body thrumming.
He'd already had to return to the bathroom one more time, and he wasn't sure he
could keep from doing it yet again. Buffy didn't have to do anything to inflame
him�her scent alone was enough to drive him wild.
And now the night was calling to him as
well, screaming at him to be the hunter that he was. He wanted to slip out into
the shadows, find his prey, feed until he'd had his full, and then come back to
fuck his mate.
Instead, he was stuck inside, watching inane
television geared towards American teenagers. Just bloody wonderful�
His fangs itched to slide down from his
gums, to sink themselves into a human neck. He could hear the steady thump of
Buffy's heartbeat, and the sound made his desire all the more unbearable,
making his hunger rise inside of him until it was all he could do to keep from
storming out of the room and grabbing the first warm body he found.
But he couldn't. Buffy couldn't handle his
feeding, and he didn't want to hurt her even more than he wanted to feed.
Taking a mate was accepting a sacred responsibility, agreeing to place the
well-being of someone else above your own. Other vampires may shirk that sort
of commitment, but Spike had always been too much of a man for that. If his
feeding was so difficult for Buffy to bear that she'd kill herself to escape
it, then it wasn't something he could do anymore.
But cor, it wasn't easy. Instinct and one hundred and eighteen
years worth of habit were neither an easy thing to do
away with.
With a growl of frustration, he got up from the
couch, striding over to the hotel room's small kitchen area. He grabbed a bag
of blood from the mini-fridge, then slammed the fridge
door shut before he ripped the packet open with his teeth and dumped it into a
mug. He heated the blood in the microwave and then drank it down in one gulp,
trying his best to appease the raging hunger inside of him.
It wasn't enough, and Spike fought the urge
to throw the mug against the wall. What was coursing through him now was more
than the physically need for nourishment. His body was coiled tightly with
tension, and he needed a release desperately.
He turned towards Buffy, his eyes flickering
yellow as he gazed upon her. Her skin was flushed, making it quite clear to him
that the desire he was feeling was not his alone. She was trying not to look at
him, her body straining as she forced her focus ahead of her and not on her aroused
mate. Her every muscle was taut, and while her trembling was almost
imperceptible, it was there.
Spike could see her blood pumping beneath
the surface of her soft skin, and he knew that while he could not fully feed
from her, just a taste of her sweet, ruby elixir would do much to sate his
hunger. It had been four days since he'd had his fangs inside of his mate and
two since he'd filled her with his cock, and the demon had had enough waiting.
Buffy made a tiny sound then, somewhere
between a sigh and a whimper, and it was his undoing. Spike crossed the room to
get to her so quickly he wasn't sure if his feet touched the ground, and hauled
her up from the couch, gripping her shoulders tightly as he kissed her and growled
hungrily into her mouth.
Buffy's eyes widened in surprise for only a
moment before she returned his embrace and wrapped her arms around him, one
hand splayed across his back as the other tangled in the soft, bleached hairs
that curled at the nape of his neck.
Suddenly, Spike snapped back to himself,
realizing what he was doing�and how he'd vowed that he wouldn't. This was what
he'd been fighting all day to avoid, taking Buffy before she came to him first.
He had been down this path with her already, and knew all too well where it
led�a place he was sick of waking up to find himself.
With a growl, he threw her back to the couch, marched into the bathroom, and slammed
the door behind him.
Buffy sat frozen in shock. What in the world
had just happened? Spike had seemed ready to do what they'd been skating around
all day and then he'd had the nerve to abandon her again and lock himself in the bathroom! Well, she'd had enough of
this. She got up in a huff and stormed across the room, banging hard on the
bathroom door.
"Spike! Come out here this instant!"
Behind the door, Spike growled, Buffy's
bossy tone doing nothing to calm his raging erection. He rolled his eyes
skyward and cursed silently before yelling back, "Go away, Buffy!"
"No!" Buffy replied. "You�you
can't do what you're doing in there! I�I won't let you!"
Spike flung the door open and glared at her.
"You won't let me? Well then
what will you let me do, hmm? Would
you rather I find some release with you?" Spike prayed she said yes�
However, as was his luck, she didn't.
Instead, she replied with a haughty toss of her golden blonde hair. "No, I
don't. I don't want you."
They were both well aware that her words
were a lie, but that knowledge wasn't enough for Spike. He needed her to be
willing to give up this pointless charade of hers once and for all. "Then
what the hell is your problem?" he asked.
He expected her to yell. Instead, she said
softly, "That you don't want me."
Not want her? Not want her? Spike threw his head back and laughed at the very notion. His
desire for the tiny blonde woman standing in front of him now consumed every
fiber of his being. Not want her�
Apparently, she misinterpreted the meaning
behind his laugh, because she stuck her bottom lip out and pouted. Spike's eyes zeroed in on the moist protrusion of sweet
Buffy-flesh, and he shivered. Like he wasn't already hard enough without her
doing that� "Oh, kitten," he said, his voice dropping to a low
register that made Buffy's skin tingle. "I want you. Very,
very much."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Then why all the quality time with Rosy Palms and her five
friends, huh?"
Spike quirked his eyebrow. Was she honestly daft enough to think that he'd been
wanking off because he'd rather do that than bury
himself in her hot, tight quim? What was it with him
and insane women anyway? He decided to keep playing her game a little longer,
see where it took them. "Because you
don't want me," he replied.
"Yes I do!"
Spike could tell that Buffy didn't realize
what she was saying until the words were out of her mouth from the way her eyes
widened almost comically a split-second later. But he didn't care about that.
She'd said them, and that was good enough for him. He pounced on her with a
roar, tackling her down to the carpeted floor. Buffy's yelp of surprise was cut
off by his demanding mouth as he kissed her until she was almost breathless.
When she was panting and writhing beneath
him, Spike pulled up, his eyes gold as he stared down at her, daring her to
look away. "Tell me you want me."
Buffy stared defiantly back. "No."
Spike snarled. "Say it."
"Never."
Spike roared in response, his powerful hands
reaching down to tear her jeans from her body, making Buffy gasp in surprise.
He moved his head down then, latching his mouth on to her clit and sucking
hard. Buffy keened in pleasure, and her fingernails tore at the carpet as she
thrust her hips against his talented mouth.
When he could tell she was at the edge of
her peak, Spike pulled away, getting to his feet and leaving Buffy on the
ground. He turned from her and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door
again.
Buffy didn't stop to think as she jumped up
and ran into the bathroom after him. She flung herself into his arms, wrapping
her legs around his hips as he caught her. Spike turned and pushed her against
the wall, his eyes changing to blue again as he looked down at her flushed
face. "Tell me you want me or I'll stop again."
Buffy trembled. "I don't want
you."
Spike's body tensed, and Buffy could sense
he was about to drop her before she spoke again.
"But I need you."
Spike paused at that, his head tilting
slightly as he regarded her. Therein lay the crux of the thing, he realized.
Beyond the need that he made rise inside of her, Buffy really didn't want him at all. She didn't like him and
she certainly didn't love him. The
only reason she was with him was because of the claim. Otherwise she would've
taken off long ago�if he hadn't killed her. She was the daughter of a Slayer,
raised by a Watcher. Vampires were only monsters to her, never something to
love. He thought of every time she'd accused him of not being able to feel and
realized just how true she believed that to be.
Any hope Spike had had of Buffy loving him
came crashing down. It didn't matter how long he waited. It didn't matter what
he did for her. He would forever be a monster in her eyes.
He wasn't sure why he'd expected anything
else. He should've known it over a century ago when Cecily Underwood had
informed him that he was beneath her. No woman would ever love him the way he
wanted. He was what he was�always the lover, never the beloved.
So he did what he'd always done before. He
pushed his own wants aside, focusing instead on the girl who had captured his
heart. He could give her something, could bring her some pleasure, although he
knew now that he would probably never be able to give her even a fraction of
the happiness she could give him with just a smile. He braced himself against
the wall with one hand before undoing his jeans with the other, letting his
cock out into his hand.
Buffy threw her head back in satisfaction as
he slid inside, ignoring the way it smacked against the hard plaster of the
bathroom wall. She gripped Spike's shoulders as he took her, gasping over and
over again as he slid in and out, bringing her rapidly towards her peak.
Her orgasmic cry was one of heartfelt release, her body too long denied the touch of her mate.
Spike pumped inside of her a few more times before he groaned, coming as well.
Almost as soon as it was over, he pulled out
of her, refastening his jeans as he stepped back. Buffy frowned, fighting to
stand on shaky legs. Something was wrong. Spike usually held her afterwards,
allowing them to bask in the afterglow together.
This time, however, he simply walked away,
and Buffy fought back the tears that threatened to spring to her eyes. She
realized now that Spike hadn't reached out through the claim either. She'd felt
his presence as they'd had sex, but it wasn't the sort of bond that usually
formed during the act. Instead he'd�held
back.
Buffy didn't like that at all. It made
everything seem very wrong somehow, almost dirty. The last time they'd been
together had been so beautiful, going far beyond the joining of two bodies. But
this�this had been a quick, wordless fuck against the bathroom wall.
She walked back into the bedroom to find
Spike sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her, and there was a
trace of something in his eyes Buffy didn't remember seeing there before. Was
it�sadness? She searched for something to say, someway to make him stop looking
like that. It made something inside of her twist in pain.
"Those were my only jeans."
Buffy winced at the words, so far from what
she really wanted to say, though she wasn't really sure what that even was.
Spike's jaw tensed, and Buffy could tell he was upset.
"I'll buy you new ones tomorrow."
"Okay."
Awkward silence filled the room, and Buffy
fiddled with the hem of her shirt. The room was chilly and she shivered a
little, realizing that without the jeans, she didn't have a thing to cover up
her legs with. "My legs are kinda cold," she said, meaning it as an
observation more than anything else.
Spike didn't take it as such. He got to his
feet, an anger that Buffy didn't understand kept barely in check as he snatched
his duster up from where he'd draped it over a chair. "Fine.
I'll go find you something now if that'll bloody make you happy." He
stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Buffy stood in shock for a moment before she
went over to the bed, and got under the covers. Tears rose to the surface
again, and this time, she didn't fight them.

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