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Blacklust: Demon Hunter	By : BurneHazard Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3260 -:- 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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Fiction Title:
Blacklust: Demon Hunter

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: Buffy; The Vampire Slayer

Pairings: Guess...this is a Marty
Stue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of
these characters but for myself, aka Raven and parents...and the Knight maybe
one or two others you won't see in the shows, so I am only borrowing the
rest. No stealing/borrowing/kidnapping
me for any reason without forewarning and request of my permission,
understood? I am having non-profit fun
is all...or attempting to. Oh, and this
Spike has no bloody chip in his head.
That whole thing and loving Buffy made me loose all interest in the
shows in the first place. Bloody wankers.

Note: Okay, my original idea on
screwing with Spike...was twisted in this part.
I really am along for the ride just like you guys reading. Also, be ready for a bit more confusion here
toward the end...and damn are things mixed up!

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Blacklust: Demon Hunter

Where
Angels Fear to Tread

or

Watch That First Step, It's a Killer

Spike
arched his back hard, jerking down on the chains about his wrists hard as he
howled. Writhing, he again wondered what
in hell had possessed him to agree to allow himself to be chained. The bed was steel-reinforced and the chains
securing him to the head of it were stubborn and refused to let him go despite
how hard he jerked his arms down. He
only succeeded in slamming his head and shoulders against the metal every time
he tried. That had become often.

"Bloody hell mate!"

Raven lifted his head, tossing
it to send the rippling silk waves out of his way before grinning at the
vampire. A bit of blood marked those
black lips before his tongue darted out over it, licking it away. When he had found out Spike enjoyed the rough
play and healed so quickly, he had decided to indulge without restraint. The vampire's pale body was covered with any
number of marks from Raven's teeth, fingernails, hands, mouth and even a few
long slices from a dagger that rested somewhere on the clothing-strewn floor
now.

And he had only just started
on Spike's front. Nuzzling the
newly-bitten inner thigh, Raven slithered down, turning his head to lightly nip
at the hard length. The cool skin no
longer bothered him, his own body was too flushed with heat to notice the chill
as anything other than delicious temptation.
Instead, the tip of his tongue teased the vampire's entrance once more,
pushing in a little only to dart away at the first hint of tightening, grasping
muscle.

It was not
Spike's nature to ask for anything often let alone beg. But Raven had been torturing him so sweetly
for hours now and he was very near to the point of breaking down and trying
it. Every bite, lick, suckle, kiss,
stroke...he was going mad with pleasure and frustration at once. Somehow Raven knew just how much pain to give
to heighten the pleasure, to make it more erotic.

There was a
knock at the door. Raven's tongue thrust
hard into him and Spike gasped, quelling his cry before shuddering with the
sensation. Hands gripping the chains
hard enough his knuckles went beyond white, he growled, instantly shifting to
Game Face and sending an enraged glare at the door just as the knock came
again.

"Who
the fucking hell is it?!"

Muffled,
the voice filtered almost timidly through the barrier. "Sir, ah, the Slayer's here demanding to
speak with you..."

Even though
Raven heard the voice, he continued to thrust and work that damned talented
tongue harder, stealing the breath Spike had taken to respond. It took a moment before the vampire could
hiss. "She's gonna bloody well
wait!!"

His reward
for that was swift in coming as that burning-hot mouth sank down, swallowing
his cock in a single motion. Forgetting
everything, Spike closed his eyes, still in Game Face and just thrust. His world consisted of that living mouth and
working throat constantly swallowing around him, swallowing him. Two slender fingers began to slide into his
body, thrusting and working steadily, finding that hard spot inside to massage
and work it every time that tongue lashed him.

Bucking
into that working mouth and throat, Spike's grip tightened on the chains,
knuckles crackling slightly under the stress.
Throwing his head back against the pillows, he sank his fangs into his
own lower lip to silence the cry as he arched up and came hard. Clenching, rippling around him, Raven
swallowed every drop of the faintly blood-mingled seed, milking him dry before
sliding back and cleaning him before placing a light kiss to the head of the
momentarily spent cock.

Gasping,
Spike very slowly opened his eyes to look down at the dark-haired young
man. But Raven's attention was to one
side. He turned his head as well to look
toward the door...and almost groaned, slumping down onto the bed. Raven at least tossed the covers over his
lower body before snarling at Buffy who was in the open door, staring in shock,
a wounded lesser vampire pinned against the wall by one hand.

"I
thought you said she could bloody well wait."

"Raven,
I assume you never met Buffy before, eh, mate?"

Eyes
narrowing, the young man reached up to spring the restraints open without a
key. Idly rubbing his wrists, Spike sat
up, ignoring the embarrassment of being caught in such a position by the Slayer
even if his underling could easily be removed before he said anything. Tugging the covers further up about his
waist, the vampire sat up against the head of the bed. Raven, nude and apparently not caring either
way, remained sprawled along the bed behind Spike.

"So
you're Raven?"

"She
really is blond, isn't she?"

Spike eyed
Raven then brushed the comment aside and smirked. "I keep trying ta
give tha bint some benefit
of doubt...but...don't think it's just bleach anymore, mate. Now, what do you want, Slayer?"

Buffy had
been too shocked upon barging her way in to do much more, but as only Spike had
covered up and Raven lay there as if...putting himself on display, she
blushed. "Look, first you think
maybe you can do the covering-up thing?"

Raven
arched one black brow before grinning and making a great show of sliding under
the covers beside the still ticked vampire.
The fact his hand clearly slithered over Spike's hip under the covers
was not helping even if the yellow light in the blonde's eyes flickered and
faded a little when that hand moved in a bit further.

"Cut
it out already. I need some answers here
and you two really aren't helping."

"We're
supposed to help, ducky?"

"Look,
I've already had to deal with a bunch of fangs, black witches, black knights
and ravens and I'm in no mood--"

"Black
knights?" Raven asked, interrupting her and sitting up a little
straighter.

"Yeah,
really creepy ones on big black horses shouting threats and kidnapping
people."

Something
about the look in Raven's eyes made Buffy forget about the pounding answers out
of people. Even the vampire seemed
suddenly subdued as Raven's already pale skin seemed to go even whiter.

"Kidnapping
who?"

"Xander. He said
something about wanting a thief in black then ordered me to catch a
raven."

Quickly
loosing patience in the blond bitch, Raven rose onto his knees, leaning forward
on one hand as he narrowed his eyes.
"The exact message, girl, and hurry."

"Okay,
okay...sheesh.
He said 'You, Slayer, will bring me the thief in black, that raven that
flew my grasp tonight. Bring him to
me...or his newest pet will die by my hand before the moon dies.' Which is why I am here to find out just why
the hell you have Xander mixed up in this and what
your part is."

Raven
remained still for a moment, turning the message over in his mind. At precisely that moment, there was a racket
from beyond the open door and a giant black bird shot into view, circling the
room with a cry like the scream of a child before diving. Head snapping up, Raven moved, twisting aside
so that the bird struck his left shoulder hard, snarling as its talons ripped
into the flesh. The wound bled easily
enough as the raven swooped back out through the door.

Even as
Spike leaned forward to look at the three deep claw-marks, Buffy was moving to
look out of the door. But Raven was
sliding off the bed and getting dressed, ignoring the blood trickling down his
arm. Just as he pulled the black mesh
top down over the sleeveless nightshade colored bodysuit, Spike grabbed his
injured arm and pulled him close, licking the blood away and suckling at the
wound for a moment before releasing him to lick bloody lips.

"What's
wrong mate?"

"It
was warning me. Slayer, you fucking led
it right to me!"

Just as
Raven jerked free of the vampire's grip, there was an enraged roar from
somewhere outside the door. Spike, sheet
wrapped about his hips, spun, snarling before grabbing his pants and getting
them on in a split second. Buffy backed
away from the door an instant before a vampire seemed to explode from it,
flying across the room to crash into the far wall, exploding into dust. Raven actually ducked behind Spike and
muttered what sounded like a curse.

The knight,
on foot, broke into the room, sword drawn, armor devouring the light but for
the almost burning plume of the helmet.
Two green orbs blazed behind the visor and swept over Buffy then Spike
before a clawed gauntlet rose to point at the vampire.

"Give
me the thief!"

Spike
glanced back, but Raven was still muttering something under his breath. Frowning, he debated for a moment. Then, with an arrogant smirk, he folded his
arms across his chest. "Sorry,
mate, I kinda like my new toy. Ya want
him, you'll have ta come through me."

"Spike,
I kinda think that's a mistake, you don't want to tick him off any more,
right?"

During
their exchange, the Black Knight had drawn a rather nasty looking dagger with
both edges serrated in hooked claws. The
two had time to look back a split second before the Knight threw it. Even Spike's usual speed could not serve to
remove him from the full danger as the dagger struck his chest, sinking deep
with a dull thump and spinning him around with the pure force. He dropped to the floor with a cry of pain.

But Raven
was finally acting. Even before Buffy
could start her head-long charge at the Knight, Raven straightened and snapped
his arm out in a flinging motion.
Something blue flashed in the light before there was a thunk and the Knight staggered backward, a solid cobalt
blue arrow protruding from the armor of his chest. Buffy's demon-radar was screaming and she
ducked just as another black dagger shot through the air, narrowly missing her
neck and one barb catching her ear.

"Meleagant! Give it
up already! You're never going to touch
me even if you find me."

"I
have an eternity to chase you, Thief, and I will get what is mine back!"

"AND I
DON'T HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT YOUR FUCKING ON ABOUT!!"

"I
know you took it, Raven. My spies saw
you even if they could not capture you.
A thief in black that traveled upon the night wind. Return it!"

Raven and
the Knight had somehow gotten closer to one another, forgetting Buffy and Spike
as they circled one another. Where Raven
was unarmed, the Knight still wielded his sword in easy circles. Buffy however, took the moment of standstill
to check on Spike. The vampire stayed
down, eyes closed but still conscious.
The dagger had caught him high in the chest, likely just missing his
heart since he was not ash yet. One
thing was certain though, she had to get it out before anything happened...if
only because he was a help once in a while.

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Raven
stalled. This was not good. He had never been so close to the Black
Knight before and it was already taxing him.
Every man was said to have their devil, this was his. Steadying his breath, he kept in a smooth
crouch, hands away from his sides, ready to move. But so far, the Knight was apparently going
along with talking. He had to keep
stalling, he did not even know if Spike was dead or just down for the
count-injured.

"You've
been chasing me for centuries, and I haven't a clue what the bloody hell I'm
supposed to have stolen from you."

"Don't
try playing your tricks on me, Raven.
You have it and I want it back...I'll chase you into Hell itself to get
it."

This was
becoming frustrating.

"I
don't have whatever it is!"

"LIAR!"

He barely
managed to dive to the side before the sword sliced the air where he had stood
previously. Okay, getting way too
close. And he had Xander
to consider as well. Licking his lips,
he scrambled backward, tumbling over the bed before metal rang on metal as the
sword struck the metal frame. Feathers
exploded into the air and he used the distraction to dive around the bed and to
the door.

Breaking
into an all-out run, he dashed through the place, vaulting over fallen vampires
and human "pets" to get out the doors. He had taken to the street when the sound of
hoof beats bearing down on him made him push faster. Rounding a corner, he mentally spat a curse,
saving his breath for running. But he
doubted he could loose the Knight on foot.
How the fuck had Meleagant gotten onto his
horse and chasing him so fucking fast?

Skidding
around another corner, he ducked into an alley and pelted down it. Almost at the end, he felt something grab his
arm and jerk him around hard enough to dislocate it, spinning him into a
doorway and sending him tumbling over a roughly carpeted floor. He had no time to groan or push himself up
before he was yanked up by his good arm and pushed forward. There was a bare glimpse of red-tinged brown
hair and a crazed grin before he was running again.

"Hey,
Cousin, glad I stuck around now?"

"Kyo...so help me, I'm going to kill you one of these
days."

"That's
gratitude for ya. Now shut up and duck
down here."

Now that he
had time to focus, Raven slowed to slam his shoulder against a brick wall,
crunching it back into place. Kyo glanced back, grimaced then pulled him on ahead. As the shock of the injury wore off, Raven
found himself drawing off the power of those Chosen all around him. Apparently Kyo was
as well. But then the Knight burst into
view directly in front of them, stallion rearing.

"Shit!"

In a
jerking warp of the air and shadow, Raven was gone and a black bird about the
size of an eagle was taking to the sky with a scream escaping the long black
beak. Below, Kyo
broke to one side before there was a flash of heat, the air distorting and
leaving a skinny mongrel on four legs behind.
Ears back, the coyote tore off along a different path than the raven
overhead took, black feathers blending perfectly into the night and the
scavenger below becoming a mere shadow.

An enraged roar came from the
mounted Black Knight when the charger halted in the spot the two had been only
to rear back. The crossbow the warrior
held rose and a single heavy black bolt left it, launched into the night after
the faint motion in the dark as Raven made his escape. Thankfully, the Knight was unable to see well
in the dark and as the horse's fore hooves crashed back down to earth, he was
gone in that same explosion of shadow.

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Giles was
more than surprised when Buffy returned with Spike half-stumbling and
half-dragging beside her. Willow and Cordelia had just arrived a bit earlier and told him about Xander's kidnapping by the Black Knight. But to have a clearly badly wounded vampire
being brought in and stretched out on one of the tables, it was strange even
for the Slayer. He soon forgot about
that however upon hearing the story from the girl.

Moving over
to the faintly breathing Spike, he studied the dagger. Buffy had been wise not to remove it. It took a bit of studying but after a moment,
he grasped the black-bound hilt, have a sharp two degree turn and pulled it
out. A roar of pain was Spike's only
real response before slumping against the table, eyes open but glazed and still
quite Game Faced. Giles took the dagger
into the light to study it as his colleague, an ex-Watcher moved over to watch
the vampire carefully.

"Rupert,
this wound isn't closing...he isn't bleeding, thank goodness but he isn't
healing either."

Leaving the
strange dagger, Giles moved back over to where his friend had moved a light to
show on the injury. It was gaping open,
enough to see a bit of blood glistening inside as if pooled, but nothing more. Frowning, he glanced back at the dagger
thoughtfully before turning toward the files holding the copies of pages in
ancient tomes he had no access to personally.
Shifting through them, he began to hunt.

"You
did bring the information on the Black Knight that I phoned you about,
yes?"

The other
man nodded, easing away from the prone vampire.

"Yes,
in that file, no, under it."

It took a
moment for Giles to skim through and translate before frowning.

"Oh
dear."

"What?"
asked Buffy.

"Apparently
the dagger that our black-armored friend threw at Spike is a special one made
from the scales of a Black Dragon. There
were only thirteen reported sightings as far as any records show and only three
accounted for as killed. The rest simply
vanished."

"Okay,
so we're messing with a dragon now...or...what?"

"I
hope not, Buffy. Black Dragons were the
embodiment of evil in ancient times. The
scale dagger we have here did not kill Spike, but it did drain his body of
energy to empower itself. In short, it
removed his demon's ability to heal itself, literally draining it out of
him. I suspect that the lingering
physical evidence of its presence will be gone."

Now that
confused everyone. Xander
would normally have spoke up with a ridiculous question, and after a moment of
silence, Cordelia finally took a shot at it.

"So
does that mean bye-bye Spike and hello human what's-his-name or do we have a
bigger problem on our hands."

Giles
looked back at the notes just as his friend spoke up.

"This
young man, William I believe his name was, will still be a vampire...but now he
will be controlled by the actual human soul instead of the demon soul since it
now resides in that dagger."

All eyes
turned toward Spike, who's Game Face was beginning to slowly melt back into a
more human appearance. The wound was
still open, as were his eyes, but barely.

"Unfortunately,
that is the least of our problems.
Buffy, you said that Raven called the Knight by the name of Meleagant?"

"Yeah,
and he said he had no clue what the guy was talking about with the whole
stealing thing."

Giles
frowned before nodding and starting to turn back to the notes, halting to look
to the others.

"Ah, Cordelia, if you would be so kind, can you make certain all
school doors are locked? Willow, check
on Oz and see if the cage still managed to contain him this time. Buffy, keep an eye on Spike for the moment
and let us know if anything changes."

Everyone
broke up to go about their duties as Giles and his friend turned toward the
notes, muttering between themselves and sorting through files under the light,
keeping the dagger in sight. But the
night was still far from over...

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Cordelia had checked on the doors, making sure everything
was locked up before heading to her locker for the changes of clothes she know
kept there on a regular basis. Emerging
from the bathroom in clean and un-torn clothes, feeling a bit better, she
started back toward the library. On the
way, she was arranging her hair when she happened to glance down. A few steps later, she stopped and
stared. Right in front of her toes was a
spot of blood.

Instantly
thinking of Spike and that open wound, she swallowed and looked around...then
up to be on the safe side. Slower now,
keeping her eyes open, she moved on toward the library. Coming around a turn in the hall, she froze
and swallowed a gasp. A dark form was
sprawled face-down on the floor. It was
too small to be the knight, and the hair too long to be Spike or any of the
others. So, she very slowly moved
forward.

Not even a
step later, there was a ragged gasp and the form moved. Freezing, she watched with wide eyes as the
person slowly moved to hands and knees and started to slowly crawl forward. Drops of blood fell to the floor as it
passed. Whoever it was had some sort of
injury. The library was just ahead too,
so maybe...if she tried to help get the person into the light, they would hear
her scream at this range if there was trouble.

Oh, way
comforting, Cordelia.

Moving
forward, she bit her lower lip before reaching out.

"Hey,
come on, let's get you up...get you some help."

Whoever it
was, was heavy. But after having been
among the Scoobies long enough, she had gotten used
to heavy-lifting duties. At least the
person was slender, she got one of their arms over her shoulders and was
staggering toward the doors. Her
"friend" seemed unable to stand but was trying to stagger
forward. It was a while before they got
to the doors and bumped them open enough to enter the library.

"Guys,
a little help here?"

Heads rose
in surprise before Buffy moved forward to help Cordelia
who was about to fall with the stranger.
They moved into the light and managed to get the person into a
chair...when Buffy froze. Pulling away,
she reached up to brush the long black hair out of the face. Raven, eyes closed, face having an ashen
pallor under the beads of sweat was sitting in the chair. The wound the raven had inflicted had begun
to bleed down his arm once more, but the main source of it was from a
green-feathered bolt of black lodged deep into his left ribs a bit above the
stomach.
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