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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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Spike knew Buffy was crying, and it made his heart ache. He
felt bad for storming out angrily and knew none of this was really Buffy's
fault. It wasn't fair of him to be upset with her for not loving him. No one
else ever had, so why should Buffy be any different?

He stopped at his car and leaned against the door as he fished
a cigarette out of the pocket of his duster and lit it, taking a long drag and
feeling the smoke fill his dead lungs. He almost wanted to be able to say he
wished he'd never met her. He knew it would probably be better in a lot of ways
if he was still with Dru�no matter how much of a fool she made out of him�and
Buffy was free to find herself some nice human bloke. But he didn't wish that.
Being with Buffy had shaken him to his very core, igniting him in ways he
hadn't even known were possible, even after spending a century in the arms of a
woman like Drusilla.

Spike knew that made him selfish, but he didn't care. He was a
vampire, and vampires never apologized for what they wanted�and what he wanted
was Buffy Summers. He craved her like he craved blood.

No. He craved her more
than he craved blood. He'd given up feeding for her, given up the feel of
indulging in a fresh, warm kill. All for her.

And she didn't love him.

Spike threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out
under the toe of his boot before getting into the DeSoto to search for
someplace where he could buy Buffy a new pair of jeans.

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Buffy was asleep when Spike got back to the hotel room, and he
didn't wake her. Her face was still red from crying, and he hated knowing he
was the cause of those tears.

He put the bags he'd brought up with him with her other things,
then fixed himself a mug of blood and brought it out onto the balcony.

It was a nice night, clear in a city known for its rainy
weather. He sipped his blood almost leisurely, for once barely even noticing
the taste of it in his mouth. It was only dulling his hunger anyway, doing
nothing to ease the restlessness he was feeling.

Spike wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting outside when he
felt Buffy stirring. Soon, she was up, coming to stand at the edge of the
balcony. Spike kept his gaze outwards, not turning to look at her.

"Are you going to come to bed?" Buffy asked him.

"I'm not tired," he replied curtly.

"We�we don't have to sleep."

Spike sighed heavily and turned towards her. Whatever he had
been going to say died in his throat when he saw her. She stood in the
moonlight, wrapped only in the white sheet from the bed, her tiny hand clasping
it tightly at her bosom. Her golden hair fell around her shoulders and the dim
light illuminated it like a halo. She was gorgeous, so beautiful it made his
chest ache.

He set down the mug he'd still been clutching in his hand and
made his way to Buffy. His hand went to the small of her back as he pulled her
against him and leaned in to kiss her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands
coming up to grip his shoulders, and let the sheet slip to the ground to pool
around her feet.

Spike lifted her into his arms with a grunt and carried her
back into the hotel room. Buffy kissed and licked his neck as he took her over
to the bed. He lay her down gently against the pillows, stopping for a moment
to look at her, her body bared to him and her hair fanned out around her head.

"You're so bloody beautiful, Buffy," he said, his
voice holding a tone of reverence. "A goddess�"

Buffy blushed prettily at his words, and Spike couldn't hold
back from touching her any longer. He stripped off his clothes and joined her
on the bed, pressing his body on top of hers.

"Spike�" Buffy gasped, immediately wrapping him in
her arms. He felt surrounded, her heat and her scent capturing him, letting him
get lost in sensation. He gave himself over completely to the sensual, pushing
thoughts of unrequited love from his mind as he entered her, shivering at how
tightly she fit him, how warm she felt around him.

He set a hard, steady rhythm, hitting the spot deep inside of
Buffy that made her cry out in pleasure with every thrust. His hard abs ground
against her clit, and she spasmed beneath him, her hands clawing desperately at
his back.

It wasn't long until she was wailing her release, her body
tense beneath him. Spike didn't falter for a second, his pumping steady, and
Buffy gasped as her orgasm was dragged out, pleasure
continuing to shake her until she felt she couldn't take it anymore.

And still, he didn't stop, didn't slow. She screamed until she
was hoarse, until she was sure she couldn't experience any more pleasure than
that which was already shaking her.

Then Spike's face changed, the man above her visibly a demon
once again, and he descended, his fangs slicing into the flesh of her neck.
Buffy's eyes went wide as she bucked off the bed, the pleasure that coursed
thought her so white-hot she thought she might die from it. Spike growled deep
in his chest as he came inside of her, and the vibrations traveled through both
his cock and his fangs. For a moment, Buffy felt as if she'd left her body, as
if she was floating there, hovering above the bed.

She came back to herself as Spike licked the wounds on her neck
to close his mark again. He nuzzled the spot with his face, and Buffy reached
up with a trembling hand to stroke the back of his head, loving the silky feel
of his soft hair.

Eventually, Spike looked up, a drop of her blood still on the
corner of his lips. Buffy wiped it off with her thumb, hesitating for a moment
before she offered the digit to him and let Spike lick it clean.

His eyes closed in an expression of ecstasy as his tongue
rolled around her thumb to taste both her blood and her skin.

"Spike?"

His eyes opened again at her tentative address and he released
her thumb from his mouth. "Yes, kitten?"

"What�what does it taste like to you?"

Spike's brow wrinkled. "Blood, you mean."

"Yeah."

He frowned as he tried to formulate an answer. What could he
say? It was like trying to describe a rainbow to a blind person, a symphony to
a deaf one. "It tastes like�it tastes like life."

Buffy frowned, thinking for a moment. "So it's like�better
than chocolate?"

Spike stared for a second before he burst out laughing despite
the serious expression on her face. "Just a little bit," he said with
a teasing grin.

"Does mine�does it taste better than other people's?"
she asked.

"Oh, baby, yours is the best," Spike said, unable to
stop from licking his lips.

To his surprise, Buffy preened a bit at his answer, seeming to
actually take it as the compliment he meant it to be. Then she looked down, a
slight blush coloring her cheeks. "I�I kinda liked the taste of yours,
too," she said softly. "The�the few times when I've bitten you, it�it
hasn't been gross like I would've thought."

Spike's eyebrow rose. "That so?"
Buffy nodded almost imperceptibly in response. "Well then, feel free to
bite me anytime you want, baby. Gets me nice an' hard."
He rubbed his cock against her, their conversation helping to make it erect
again.

Buffy's eyes widened at the feel of him hard against her
already. Her body was still reeling from their last round, and yet, the thought
of taking him in again made a rush of moisture flow between her legs.

In a move that surprised them both, Buffy wrapped her legs
around Spike's hips and flipped them over so she was straddling his thighs.
Spike looked up at her, his eyes challenging her to act on this new position
she'd put them in. Never one to back down, Buffy leaned in and gave his neck a
long, slow lick.

Spike groaned loudly, his hips thrusting up to rub his cock
against Buffy's backside. His response emboldened her further, and Buffy opened
her mouth and sank her teeth into his neck, tearing the flesh even with her
blunt teeth and allowing her to pull his blood into her mouth.

Spike cried out beneath her, his body trembling in a mix of
pleasure and desire. She lapped at the wound she had made until the blood
slowed before she began to travel down his body, stopping to nip at his flesh
as she did, leaving a trail of teeth marks in her wake.

She stopped short when she reached his middle, her chin hitting
his bobbing cock. She eyed it with trepidation, and she was not sure what she
should do now. She wondered what it would taste like, and if she would enjoy
the feel of it sliding in and out of her mouth as much as Spike seemed to enjoy
pleasuring her with his tongue.

Still, it was something she'd never done before, and what if
she wasn't any good at it? It seemed like it could be complicated, and could
probably lead to badness if done incorrectly. And then what if she didn't like
it? Would Spike expect her to keep doing it anyway just because she'd done it
once?

Spike, for his part, was forcing himself to lie still, waiting
to see what move Buffy would make. He was tempted to grab her head and move her
where he wanted her to go, but he knew Buffy well enough to know that would not go over well.

Much to his relief, Buffy decided she might as well give it a
try, and she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock before leaning in and
giving the head an experimental lick. Spike couldn't hold back his groan as he
fought for his hips to remain still, his hands clutching the bedspread tightly
to keep him from tangling them in her hair.

Buffy decided the taste wasn't all that bad. A little salty,
but not the worst thing she'd ever had in her mouth. She leaned in again and
took a little in her mouth this time.

Spike used every bit of his willpower not to thrust into her
warm mouth. He reminded himself over and over that his chances of ever getting another blowjob rested on him letting
Buffy move at her own pace now, get acclimated to what she was doing. So he
held back, hoping he didn't explode in the process.

Slowly, Buffy took more of him into her mouth until he hit the
back of her throat and she gagged. Deciding to save learning to deep throat for
another time, she wrapped her fingers around what she couldn't swallow and
pumped her hand up and down in time with her mouth.

Buffy's cocksucking skills were far from the most expert Spike
had known, but just the fact that it was her
lips wrapped around him made that point moot. It meant so much to him that
Buffy would be willing to do this for him, to pleasure him in a way that gave
her little back. This was something she was doing for him, to please him. He
groaned his encouragement, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he was
indeed enjoying it.

His response emboldened Buffy, and she began to move faster,
adding a little twist to her hand as she slid it up and down. Soon, her tongue
came into play as well, and it massaged his cock inside of her mouth.

Spike held himself back, wanting this to last as long as
possible. Buffy was obviously getting into what she was doing, taking to this
like she had everything else they'd done.

Then she did something that sent him spiraling over the edge.
She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and moaned around his cock.

Spike realized a second too late that he couldn't hold back any
longer, and his shout of warning was swallowed by his cry of completion.
Buffy's eyes widened as her mouth filled with his come, and she tried to
swallow only to choke a bit as it hit the back of her throat.

She scooted back, her head hanging, and Spike kicked himself as
he came down from his orgasm. He'd ruined it now. She was angry, and she
wouldn't do it again, he was sure. Bugger.

Only she didn't feel
angry. He gauged her mood through the claim and found that she wasn't angry at
all�just embarrassed. "Kitten?" he said softly.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, still not looking at him.

He frowned at that. "Sorry for what, baby?"

"I�I didn't do a good job," Buffy replied. "I
couldn't�y'know, swallow�"

"Oh, pet, come here," Spike said, reaching his arms
out to her. Buffy moved into them immediately and rested her head on his chest,
though she still avoided his eyes. "That was my fault, luv. I should've
warned you, let you know it was coming. It just felt too good, is all. Made it so I couldn't think properly."

Buffy ventured a glance up. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Spike replied, kissing her forehead.
"Thank you."

"So I did okay?"

"You were wonderful," Spike assured her. "As a
matter of fact, I think I should show my appreciation." He wagged his
eyebrows at her.

"You do, huh?"

"I sure do," he replied, his smile changing to a leer
before he slid down her body and took his place between her legs.

It was already early morning before they finally collapsed in
each other's arms, a tangle of limbs as they slept entwined.

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I know this has been a bit of a ping pong match with the angsty
chapters and the not so angsty chapters, but I hope I'm not frustrating you all
too much. I do plan to get them somewhere eventually, I promise, they're just
taking baby steps for the time being.

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