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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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Buffy
was still there, sitting on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chin when Spike
came back. She was the very picture of misery, and Spike pushed down the twinge
of sympathy he felt for her. It was merely the claim making him react to his
mate being upset, nothing more.
Spike
put the bags of clothes and toiletries down on the table before handing Buffy a
paper fast food bag. "Here. Eat this," he ordered.
Buffy
took it from him without hesitation, tearing into the food like the starving
girl she was. Spike noticed then just how painfully thin she was. Her ribs
protruded from her pale skin, making her look sickly. "Don't eat a lot, do
you pet?" he asked.
Buffy
looked up, swallowing the bite of food she had in her mouth. "Why do you
care?"
"Don't
really," Spike answered, shrugging. "Just figured
if I'm going to be stuck with a human for a mate, she might as well be healthy
enough to provide me with a decent meal now and then."
"I
hate you," Buffy said, her eyes narrowed.
"Mutual,"
Spike replied with a cruel grin.
Buffy
glanced at her food before setting it down on the nightstand, her arms now
crossed in front of her chest.
"What
are you doing?" Spike asked.
"I'm
not hungry anymore," Buffy replied.
"Yes
you are."
Buffy
held up her chin defiantly. "I'm not eating anymore."
"Oh
yes, you are," Spike told her, his eyes growing cold. "I had to deal
with a moron in a sodding mutant cow/chicken hat for that thing, and you're
going to bloody eat it!"
"No,"
Buffy said, her tone like that of a petulant child.
Spike
looked her in the eye for a moment before speaking to her evenly. "Eat your
dinner now."
Much
to her horror, Buffy found herself reaching over and picking the sandwich up
off the nightstand and resuming eating. "How did you do that?" she
asked once she'd finished.
"I
used the hold my claim has over you," Spike told her.
"Don't
do that anymore!" Buffy exclaimed.
Spike
chuckled, shaking his head. "Only I can give orders here, ducks. I
initiated the claim, which makes you subjugated to me, not the other way around."
Buffy
shook her head. "I don't want that."
"I
didn't want to get stuck with you, but we don't have much of a choice in this matter
anymore."
"We don't have a choice!?" Buffy
yelled. "I don't have a choice!
You forced this on me, took away my freedom�my free will. All this is happening because of you. You made the claim, so you've made it so we're stuck together.
It's all your fault!"
"I
was saving you!" Spike yelled back. "Angelus was going to rape and
murder you! I didn't want to be stuck with you anymore than you want to be
stuck with me, and I certainly didn't want to have to leave Drusilla, but it
was the only way to make Angelus get off of you!"
"Why
did you even care? You're a vampire. You should've been helping him hurt me."
Spike
blinked. It was a good question, one he'd asked himself more than once. He
couldn't blame the claim for his reaction then�any more than he could blame it
for the fact that he hadn't killed her the first time he'd tasted her.
"Because I had you first," Spike replied. "I didn't want Angelus
touching you."
"So
I what, got stuck in a vampire pissing contest? A game of Who's
Got the Biggest Fangs?"
"You're
human. You wouldn't understand it," Spike said, brushing her off as she
made him question things he'd rather not think about. "Now get up and get
dressed. We've still got a good bit of dark left outside, and I want to get as
far out of Sunnydale as we can before sunrise."
"We're
leaving?" Buffy asked in surprise. She didn�t know why, but the thought of
leaving Sunnydale made her uneasy�and not just because it would be with Spike.
She hadn't planned on staying long anyway, but now�where would they even go?
She found herself suddenly desperate to get back to Giles. What was he thinking
now that she hadn't come back to the house on Revello Drive?
"We
can't stay here," Spike told her. "It won't be too long until Angelus
decides fucking with us sounds like it would be entertaining. He's still all
focused on the Slayer now, though, so we shouldn't have to deal with him if we
just get out of town. He won't stray far from his latest stalkee."
Spike found it hard to believe that he was truly leaving Drusilla behind.
Granted, there had been times in the past century that they'd been separated
for one reason or another, but never for long or without plans to meet
someplace soon. This was real, a true break from his beloved sire. He was
setting out now with a new woman by his side.
Spike
saw that Buffy hadn't moved since he'd told her they were leaving. "I
bloody told you to get dressed!" he yelled, taking his frustration out on
the only person he could at the moment. "Do it now before I hurt
you."
Buffy
jumped up and went over to the clothes, knowing if she didn't do as he said,
Spike would use his power over her to make her do it, and she hated that even
more than willingly taking orders from him.
Spike
watched her dress, pleased with how the clothes he had chosen looked on her. He
leered when he saw her put on the tight red top from the bag�his favorite out
of the ones he'd purchased�and wondered if the claim was nudging her to dress
to please him. Her nipples were outlined by the thin material, and Spike
shivered, trying to push down his lust since he knew there was time for that
later�after they'd put space between them and Angelus.
Buffy
looked up at him, her pupils slightly dilated, and Spike knew he hadn't kept
that latest wave of lust to himself. He could feel his own desire reflected
back to him through the claim, made stronger by what Buffy was feeling, too.
His body trembled, any worry about repercussions from Angelus replaced by an
overwhelming desire for his mate. Spike picked her up, throwing her across the
bed, her legs hanging over the side. The need they were both feeling grew as
Spike pulled the jeans Buffy had just put on from her body, opening up his own
jeans before lifting up her legs and plunging inside of her body.
Spike
grit his teeth at the first feel of Buffy surrounding him. He wondered if he'd
ever become used to her heat, if the feel of her scorching him would ever seem
commonplace.
Somehow,
he didn't think so.
Beneath
him, Buffy panted and moaned, pushing her hips up to bring him in deeper. Spike
leaned down, resting on his hands now braced on the bed. He continued to pump
in and out quickly, desperate for release. He could feel Buffy clinging to him
as he took her, heard her beg for more, and he wondered if she was even aware
of it. As much as she claimed to hate him, it was clear just how much she loved
this, and Spike reveled in her enthusiasm. He knew plenty of vampires, like
Angelus, who thrilled at the prospect of an unwilling woman, but Spike
preferred a lover who was responsive.
Buffy
screamed loudly when she came, her inner muscles clamping down hard on Spike as
they spasmed. He emptied himself inside of her with a groan, stars busting behind
his tightly closed eyes.
Spike
lowered himself down on top of Buffy's body, nuzzling against his marks on her
neck. The demon inside of him felt more content than Spike could remember it
being before, satisfied in the arms of its mate. Spike supposed he could be
fairly content with the girl as well, were it not for his dark princess. As far
as humans went, she was tolerable, even when she was being�overly feisty. But
he'd given his heart to Drusilla, and nothing was going to change that, not
even now that he was mated to�
Spike
stopped short, realizing he had no clue what this girl's name was. He looked up
at her face. "Pet?"
Her
eyes opened drowsily, her arms still around him even now that they'd finished.
She looked content like the demon, and Spike wondered whose emotions she was
feeling, hers or its. "Hmm?" she asked him
softly.
"What's
your name?"
She
looked at him in surprise for a moment before she started to laugh. "I've
done that with you so many times I've
already lost count, yet I haven't even told you my name. I'm such a slut."
Spike
chuckled. "Nah. It's just the effect of my
sinister attraction. Made your brain go all wonky, it did."
"You
wish," Buffy said, rolling her eyes, though there was a slight smile
forming at the corner of her mouth. "And my name's Buffy."
"Buffy? Are you serious?"
"Yes,
I'm serious," Buffy replied with a frown. "Why do people
always ask me that when I tell them my name?"
"Because
it's a right silly name," Spike said. "I knew someone once who named
her poor kid Buffy. I wondered what was wrong with the chit to want to go and
do that to a child."
Buffy
froze at that. He had to be talking about
her mother� And he hadn't just known her�he'd killed her. This monster had
killed her mother, and here she was, lying with him as if he were really her
lover. She pushed on Spike. "Let me up."
To
his surprise, Spike was disappointed by her sudden mood change. He'd been
enjoying sharing the afterglow with her. "Pet, I'm sorry. It's a lovely
name�really it is."
"I'm
not your pet," Buffy snapped.
"And just get off of me."
Spike
rolled over, allowing Buffy to scramble off the bed. She pulled her jeans back
up as she went over to the bags he'd brought from the store and got out the
shampoo before starting towards the bathroom.
Spike
reached out when she passed him, grabbing her arm. "Where are you
going?"
"Shower,"
Buffy said, pulling her arm in a futile attempt to get away.
"We
need to leave," Spike said. "We don't have time for you to
shower."
"We
had time for you to fuck me," Buffy retorted. "Besides, I'm all
covered in your�stuff. If I'm going to
have to be stuck in a car for a while, I at least want to be clean."
Spike
thought for a moment. Her scent drove him crazy enough when it didn't have his
mixed with it. Being in close quarters with her when she
smelled like she did now would drive him completely out of his mind.
They wouldn't get very far tonight at all. "Fine,
shower. But be quick about it."
Buffy
hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She looked at herself
in the mirror, seeing herself dressed in the clothes he had bought for her. She'd known he'd like the red when she put
it on, and now she hated the sight of it on her. She pulled her clothes off
angrily, feeling sick to her stomach. Whatever sort of hold he'd put over her,
she should be trying harder to resist. She should fight it for the sake of her
murdered mother.
Buffy
reached up, her fingers grazing over the dark red marks on her neck. She'd
sworn to kill William the Bloody, yet here she was nourishing him. It was disgusting. Staying with him made her just as
much a monster as he was. She turned away from her reflection, unable to face
what he was making of her. Her mother would be horrified of what she was now,
ashamed of the way Buffy causally laid in the arms of a vampire until he
reminded her of what he had done.
She
wouldn't forget again. Some stupid claim�whatever the hell that was�didn't dictate who she was.
She'd just have to fight harder, resist its pull. The vampire could think
whatever he wanted, but she was not his.
Buffy
turned on the shower and stepped into the stall, glad to be washing him off of
her. She felt covered in him, and she hated it, desperate to feel like herself
again. After bathing and washing her hair, Buffy stepped back out of the shower
and dried off with a hotel towel. She looked over at the clothes Spike had
given her, hating the thought of having to put them back on, but knowing she
didn't have much of a choice. The only clothes she had were ones he'd bought,
and since she really didn't want to
be naked around him anymore, she'd have to make this one concession. She could
work something else out later.
Spike
was sitting on the edge of the bed when she left the bathroom. The gel that
usually slicked back his hair was long gone thanks to her busy fingers when
they had sex. He looked very appealing sitting there on sheets they'd rumpled
with their entwined bodies, and Buffy felt a flash of lust before remembering
to push it down. She didn't want Spike. It was simply the claim making her think she wanted Spike. Some freaky vampire thing. The fact that she'd willingly had
sex with him before the claim was made was inconsequential.
Spike
looked up at her, his eyes dark, and Buffy somehow knew it was her lust he was
feeling, that he'd caught her momentary flare of desire. It was then that she
knew exactly why she kept being overwhelmed with want for him when only moments
before she'd wanted nothing to do with him. He was pushing his own lust on to
her, making her so desperate that she would succumb to him without a thought to
how wrong it was. That realization both relieved and revolted her. She was glad
that she wasn't as sick as she'd thought, that her
ongoing desire for her mother's killer was not because of what she really felt
but because of something he was doing to her. Yet she also felt sick to know he
kept taking advantage of her in such a way. Clearly he knew he could push her
into a forced sense of desperation in order to take his perverted pleasure in
her body, and had been doing so ever since the beginning. Buffy
came to the decision that that was another thing she wasn't going to bend to
anymore. He could try to force all the lust on to her that he wanted to,
she could be strong. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Spike.
The
emotions rolling off of Buffy now were like a rush of cold water to Spike. He'd
been planning where they were going to go when Buffy had walked into the room,
disrupting his train of thought with her rush of desire. But then she'd shut it
off as quickly as she'd felt it, and the emotions she was sending through the
claim now were cold. He shook his head, trying to push out her rather
unsettling hostility. "You all ready then?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Good,"
Spike replied, standing up. "Get your stuff and follow me to the
car."

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Another
break in posts, I know, but I really want to try to get some of my WIP's done, so I'm going to try to be more regular with
them. I already have another chapter of this one close to finished, so it
shouldn't be too long until I can get it up.
Hopefully,
you're still reading after the delay. Please leave a review if you're enjoying
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