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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.

Pairing: Spike/Dawn

Rating: NC17

Warning: anal sex
Beta: Rachael

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Chapter 3

�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 her down all the 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.

She was right. But that didn't make him any less angry. She'd been boinking him all night and then she'd go and marry another bloke as if nothing had happened. His vindictive nature made him want to punish her. For growing up, for being able to get over him so easily, for reminding him that he was not a part of the natural order.

Spike felt an anger so dark it was akin to despondency. He had to make her remember him. Had to leave some physical mark on her, and yet something that no one other than her was ever going to notice. And out of his over one hundred years experience, something occurred to him. In a century of being well and truly evil, he had had experiences that had gone through all shades of dark. He wanted her to remember.

Waiting for his dick to rest, Spike reached for the baby bag that rested conveniently next to the nightstand. He took put the baby oil, promising himself that Faith was never ever going to fond out about this, and when he felt ready, he guided her hand to his cock.

�Stroke it,� he demanded.

Dawn did what she was told. Hesitantly and awkwardly, at first. He showed her how hard to grip it, how fast to stroke it.

�Now give it a good licking, luv. I know you want it,� he said smelling her arousal again.

Her lips had looked made for giving head since she was fifteen. She was twenty now, and her tongue was performing beautifully. Spike refrained from groaning when she licked the wet head of his cock, and then traced with the tip of her tongue its contour.

�Take it in your mouth and suck it,� he commanded.

He had hoped for deep throating, but Dawn was barely able to take him in about a third of his length. He clutched a fistful of her hair and guided her head up and down at a speed slower than needed for him to come.

Not the best blowjob he ever had, but not bad. With some diligent coaching she'd be one of the greats. Anyway, for his immediate purposes she had performed adequately.

�Get back on all fours, Bit. And grab tight to that pillow.�

He sat on his knees behind her again, cock dripping with her saliva and his pre-come. He soaked his fingers in her wetness and inserted one of them in her ass. He poured baby oil on her and pushed the improvised lubricant inside her as much as he could. He worked the tight hole slightly looser with gentle coaxing, but it wasn't enough. Goood, he thought. He put the thick head of his cock at the entrance and began pushing. She tensed, and he smacked her ass casually, but painfully.

�Keep your face into the pillow and take it!�

He kept pushing into her, ignoring her pain as well as his. He wanted to fuck her raw. He wanted her ass to hurt all through tomorrow's ceremony. He wanted her to be unable to walk or sit down without thinking about him and what they had done tonight.

Damnation, she was tighter than anything he ever been into. He considered forcing his entire length inside her, but he didn't. There was no actual need for that. She was going to remember it anyway. He knew where it hurt and when and where it stopped hurting. Besides, she was already pushing him toward another early release. He vowed to himself to get back into some sort of regular sex life. It took all his anger and his need to punish her to keep himself from exploding after only a few thrusts.

He kept thrusting until he took her to pain so unbearable that she tore the pillow case to keep from screaming. He kept thrusting while her pain diminished and he kept thrusting as she felt the darkest orgasm of her life. He had only seconds to decide to pull out despite the need to bury himself deeper than ever and plant his seed in her. He did not want her to get rid of his seed so easily. There was something about marking a woman inside and out that appealed to him. That and the powerful memory of the earlier scent of her skin stained by another man. He barely managed to pull out and come all over her and the bed. He rubbed his essences into her skin before falling back on his side of the bed.

�I'm sure that wasn't what you came for, either,� he said.

He needed a smoke. Needed to be out of that house. Needed to be away from her. She would've made such a lovely playmate. But that was not a role she would settle for.

Dawn got dressed fast and silently. He smirked noticing the slight stiffness in her movements. She was going to be a treat to watch walking down the aisle tomorrow.

�I'm sorry I can't be what you think you need,� she said before leaving.

He had no reply. He lay on his back again, closed his eyes, and put his arms behind his head. He longed for a cigarette.

The Big Bad was not gone for good. He smiled, and fell asleep.

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Almost the end. Don't get your hopes up for a romantic epilogue. It's just going to be some kind of closure till I finish "Needed" and tie things up for my favorite couples, Wes/Faith and Spike/Dawn.
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