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Dawn's Fine	By : abra Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Smallville Views: 2833 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the setting of the story. As far as I know, Dawn Summers and all things I borrowed from the Buffyverse are a creation of and belong to Joss Whedon, and Milton Fine belongs to the creators of the Superman comics, and Warner Bros and whoever else owns "Smallville".

Author's notes: Let's not forget that "Fine" is evil (just as Spike was at first). So please don't be too harsh with my little plot device. You'll see what I mean.

Also, the language is going to be slightly less erotic and more anatomic because he's not human.

On a related note, I find myself liking Marsters more and more dark haired (never been a fan of the bleach) and older.

Timeline � Between "Arrival" and "Splinter" (Smallville), post Chosen (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer), post NFA (Angel)

Rating: NC17

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Chapter 5
He set her on the bed he had never actually slept in, kissed her lips already swollen from the previous kisses, and made an excuse to leave the room.
"I think we both need something to drink."
She nodded dreamily. She was smiling. He took in her blissful expression, and found it difficult to accept that he was the cause of it. He had performed abysmally substandard, he had almost lost control of the experiment, and yet she was happy.
Once he got into the kitchen, he froze in order to do a swift check of all his systems. He could not yet fully explain what had just happened. Maybe he had been wrong to use his human behavior simulator at full accuracy. If he hadn't had computed the entire scenario in advance, he would have given himself away. The intensity of the 'human' emotions had been such that he had been unable to maintain contact with the ship. He would have to pay another visit to the LuthorCorp warehouse where it was stored sooner than he had planned. He decided that, once he downloaded all the information gathered as a result of this experiment, he was going to delete the most unstable components from his own memory banks.
He was almost baffled that humans could stand such intense experiences. Of course, he realized, he could only sense the intensity, but the human brain turned it into pleasure. He had thought he understood the human impetus to procreate before, but what had just happened made him grasp the concept a lot better. If the grand plan worked, once they recreated Krypton on Earth, eradicating the human population could prove a very difficult task.
He was pondering on his immediate course of action while he was preparing drink. He synthesized internally the Kryptonian version of truth serum, slit his left wrist open with the modified index of his right hand, and squeezed five drops of black liquid into her coke.
The skin instantly healed over the shallow cut and his finger regained its human form while he was still wondering whether he should lower the accuracy of the software. The possibility of permanent damage to his systems was infinitesimal, but the near complete loss of control had been, for lack of a better word, disturbing. He rarely had the opportunity to function at full capacity; and it was a waste not to do it when he had the opportunity. Apparently living among humans, along with his excellent programming was infecting his core thought processes with human reactions. He could almost feel it was cowardly to back away from the challenge, and at the same time a not entirely artificial curiosity was gnawing at him. He was aware that all the time he maintained human form, his programmed instincts would tend to take precedence over his core software.
He was still debating the point when he spotted Dawn's torn panties on the floor. He reached down and put them in the pocket of his jeans. The reaction was part of his human-scenario. It was the sort of thing that a man would keep as a souvenir of a sexual encounter with a beautiful woman.
He looked at the wall where against which he had pushed her, and replayed the action in a split second. He looked down at his hand, and smiled self-deprecatingly remembering yet another clue of his infection with humanity. He had slid his fingers inside the girl partly because it was a proven foreplay technique, but also to be sure that he calibrated his own genital organs for the best fit. He had discovered that she was quite narrow, and therefore he had had to reduce the size of his penis so that he wouldn't hurt her. He was surprised to realize that the size of the organ he had carried around since he had taken human form had been determined by the male obsession with size. The statistics showed that well endowed men were more confident, more charismatic, more successful. The smile on his face was almost genuine when he thought that in time, he might scale it up again, for her pleasure.
He went back into the bedroom, and handed her the glass. He hadn�t needed to add energizing substances in her drink because short of amphetamines nothing had as powerful an effect on the human nervous system as caffeine. He needed to make full use of their hours together because on Monday he was going to send the silver kryptonite to Kal-El.
He knew women enjoyed the intimacy of cuddling, and he fully intended to do it, but there were some more important activities to perform before it came to that. For one thing, he had to find out more about Sunnydale and Spike.
He lied down next to her on the bed, and was satisfied to observe that while her gaze was sweeping over his body her temperature was rising. He leaned over her, put a hand over her flushed cheek, and kissed her. He had intended the kiss to be little more than a peck, but she parted her lips slightly when she let out a delighted sigh, and he deviated from his planned course deepening the kiss. He had gotten so lost in the influx of sensations that he forgot he had to pretend he had to breathe. Dawn pulled away, gasping for air, and he made a show of being out of breath as well.
This incident was enough to make him get the information first, and lose himself in the sensual part of the experiment later. He almost regretted having had used the truth serum. He was sure that in time he would've been able to gain her confidence to such degree, she would've told him everything he wanted to know.
"What kind of name is Spike anyway?" he began the interrogation.
"Excuse me?" she asked, visibly startled.
"You told me I reminded you of a friend of yours. I was just wondering why he was called Spike. I honestly hope this wasn't his actual name."
"I'm not very comfortable talking about him," she said evasively.
"Sometimes it helps if you talk," he said, hating the corny human expression. He knew he just had to keep her talking. He didn't need to worry about persuading her to reveal anything. Once the substance had taken effect, she was compelled to tell the truth.
"It wasn't. His name was William. But no one had called him that in about a hundred years. Unless they had something hurtful to tell him."
'A hundred years?!'
"Why is that?"
"William was something of a geek. He was a poet, but not a lord Byron type bad boy. If he had lived nowadays, he would've been a very nice guy. The sort of guy who would have a hard time getting a date. If you wanted to get to Spike, one sure way was to remind him what a useless wanker he had been."
She had a sad smile on her face, and she had lost most signs of arousal. It was as if something was missing. He inched closer to her and began to caress her over the sheets.
"What do you mean 'if he lived nowadays'?" he asked in an even tone, while his hand was gently pulling the sheet off her.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she said, watching his hand disappear beneath her shirt. She seemed surprised that she was still wearing clothes after the stormy sex they had just had.
"You can tell me anything. Trust me," he said.
She sighed, both surrendering to his question, and as a result of his fingers teasing her nipple.
"You're going to think I'm crazy, but here it is. Spike was a vampire. And before you can say 'there's no such thing as vampires, Dawn', listen to me. I lived my whole life, such as it was, in a world where monsters are not only real, but they don't just live under the bed."
He smiled. "Vampires". He had encountered that term was only weeks earlier when he had hacked into LutherCorp files. They had used the word to describe a form of rabies that had mutated when the carriers had come in contact with meteor rocks. As far as he knew, there hadn't been any meteor showers anywhere in California, near Sunnydale, but that did not mean that she was delusional. He had checked everything he could about his subject, and nowhere in her medical files was any sign of mental illness. More to the point, while he had searched for the elusive "Spike" he had went through the backgrounds of her friends and family, and he had found a statistical anomaly in the number of injuries and deaths among them.
"There are vampires in Sunnydale?" he went on with the interrogation, just as he proceeded to unbutton her shirt.
"Not anymore," she said with a bitter, humorless chuckle. "There is no Sunnydale anymore."
"What happened?"
She arched her back when he lowered his mouth over her exposed breast, and flicked his tongue over her nipple.
"Dawn, what happened to Sunnydale?" he asked as he moved his mouth over her other breast.
"It cave in. It's gone. Sealed in. For good." She answered, the words coming out intermittently, between gasps.
"Sealed in? What is sealed in?"
He started a trail of kisses from her collarbone, down, toward her bellybutton, and further down.
"Hell," she said.
For a moment he thought she had just let out an exclamation caused by the sensation of his tongue on her lower belly, close to the edge of her skirt.
"Hell what?" he asked.
"Hell, Hell," she said shrugging. "I really didn�t want to know more about it. It's enough I grew up on the Hellmouth."
He did not question her sanity. Hell could have simply been the humans' way to refer to another dimension, and the Hellmouth just some kind of portal. An area where realities intertwined would be inhabited by denizens from both dimensions. Inter-dimensional bleed-through effect. That was a mystery worth investigating.
"How was it sealed?"
He unzipped her skirt slowly, and pulled it down a couple inches, revealing her hipbone. Her breathing became somewhat ragged when he started to pay attention to that spot, and she dug her fingers into the sheets.
"Spike," she said in a husky voice, and this time, he was sure she had momentarily believed that her friend was the one kissing her skin. "Spike stayed in there. He was wearing this powerful, mystical amulet. A lot of people died before that. He was the last one. He died to seal the Hellmouth. To save us�"
He had to know more.
Dawn lifted her hips and slid her skirt off. Her panties were still in his pocket. He realized that he didn't have to find out everything right then and there.
He positioned himself between her legs looking at her. She was blushing furiously, but made no attempt to stop him. He enjoyed her lust glazed gaze. She had just talked about one of the most dramatic events of her life, but his touches were setting her on fire. He took his time caressing her inner thighs, kissing his way up, ever closer to the heart of her fire. His own arousal was pushing uncomfortably into the mattress, but he was determined that at least once he was going to keep his control while she was losing hers.
When he put his mouth over her clit, she was already dripping wet. He sucked on it softly, and she instinctively arched her back to give him better access. He took the hint and went to work.
She was writhing and moaning under his relentless lapping and sucking, but whenever he sensed that she was approaching climax, he changed the pace, frustrating her. However, the throaty noises she was making were exactly the sort of stimuli his software was supposed to respond to, and it was getting more and more difficult to keep his head down. If she would just say she wanted to come, he would send her into the waves of a long awaited orgasm. The thought gave him some sense of stability. He would hold back until she begged for it. Then, as soon as she came, he would listen to his idiotic software, and get inside her. As hard, and as fast as he needed to reach his release and have his mind back.
He let his tongue wander for a while everywhere on her wetness except the very spot that would get her to come. She seemed to particularly enjoy the feel of his tongue inside her. He decided to cheat, and lengthened his tongue, confident that she was too far gone to realize it. He did with his tongue what he was resolved not to do with something else until she begged. He slid it in and out at her until her whimpers turned into loud cries.
"Oh, God, please, please, PLEEEASE!"
He grinned satisfied with her capitulation and returned to her clit. It took only a few seconds of steady lapping before the gentle tremble of her body turned into violent shuddering. She had been on the brink for so long, that when she came, she did it loudly.
He left her throbbing wildly and stood up. Dawn opened her eyes with effort to see why he had left. She smiled watching him get out of his clothes, not knowing he was making an effort not to use his Kryptonian super speed. In a heartbeat, he was on top of her. She was still vibrating when he sheathed himself completely inside her.
He allowed her orgasm to subside, before he created a steady rhythm. He was surprised to notice that he didn�t need to pound into her furiously as he had thought earlier. Instead, he was satisfied that the slow, constant pace was pleasing her. She obviously enjoyed it, and at the same time she was not overwhelmed, so she could still keep her eyes open.
He saw himself into her eyes, and was amazed. He had been a complete stranger to this girl less than a month ago, and now she was letting him so close. It came as a shock to him that this was what falling in love meant. If he had been human, his bond to this stranger would have been far stronger than anything he had been led to believe from his studies.
He leaned over and kissed her. He kept kissing her until he made her come again. Not as wildly as the two previous times, but softly, and all the more amazing for it. Even his own release seemed more satisfying than before. He rolled next to her, and held her in his arms until he felt her fall asleep.

To be continued�
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