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No such thing as coincidences	By : All4Spike Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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The two vampires were sitting reading quietly in the lobby in the early hours of the morning, when from somewhere above them in the hotel came a loud crash and a feminine cry of pain. Eyes meeting momentarily, they both dropped their books and jumped up to investigate. They had just reached the balcony when they heard another crash and Dawn’s voice yelling, “Ow!... Help!… Spike!”

Spike put on a spurt of speed and burst into Buffy and Dawn’s room a few yards ahead of Angel. Dawn was sitting on the floor against the wall, rubbing her chin with one hand and her hip with the other. Buffy was thrashing about in the bed, muttering angrily under her breath. She was still fast asleep.

“She punched me out of bed!” Dawn complained shrilly, “I tried to get back in and she punched me again!”

Spike gestured for Angel to tend to Dawn, and cautiously approached his Slayer. He grabbed one flailing fist, and tried to get his arms around her to quieten her down. It didn’t quite work, as she had a spare fist which impacted with his shoulder. When he had picked himself up off the floor, he crossed the room back to the bed and tried again. This time it was a foot that made contact with his hip, but the result was similar. He got back up and paused to consider his options.

There was a slight lull in Buffy’s frantic movement, and Spike took the opportunity to make a flying leap and land on top of her, wrapping his legs around hers, and his arms around her shoulders, trying to pin her arms to her sides. She didn’t wake, but started trying to buck him off. Quickly he rolled them so he was underneath her, he didn’t want her to feel trapped by his weight, which might cause a progression into a ‘woke up in my coffin’ nightmare. Whatever she was already suffering was evidently bad enough.

He began to talk to her softly, trying to reassure her she was safe and all was well, but he got no reaction, and it wasn’t long before one arm wormed its way out of his grasp and a fist started pounding him on his face and upper chest. The words Buffy was mumbling began to become clearer, “Stupid vampire… you left me… you’re supposed to come back…”

Spike peered questioningly over Buffy’s shoulder towards Angel who was sitting on the floor next to Dawn with his arm around her shoulders, comforting her. He had also caught the words and shrugged his lack of understanding. Which of them did Buffy mean? By now the commotion had attracted a sleepily blinking pyjama clad crowd to gather in the doorway. Spike said, “Tara?” and gestured towards Dawn, then he spoke to Angel, “Come talk to her, don’t know if it’s me or you she wants.” As Tara bent to examine Dawn’s bruises, Angel approached the bed, caught Buffy’s flailing fist, and held on. “Thanks!” gasped a relieved Spike.

“Buffy!” Angel said quite loudly, “Stop fighting, Buffy. We’re here! We haven’t left you!” There was no reaction, no lessening of Buffy’s struggles, so Spike tried again.

“Slayer! Stop hitting me! I’m here, you’re safe, we’re all safe!”

Buffy’s voice came clearly, “You’ve gone, you stupid vampire. You were supposed to come back, what are we going to do if you don’t come back?”

Once more Spike and Angel shared a puzzled glance. They still didn’t know which of them had angered her so in her dream.

Dawn tried, “Buffy! Wake up Buffy, you’re having a nightmare!”

“You dropped your sword you idiot, you know you’ve got to take the sword with you!” Buffy shouted angrily, her movements becoming even more frenzied. “You know it’s the sword that brings you back!”

Realisation dawned, and Spike understood that Buffy was talking about him, and a Portal. He looked up at Giles, hovering with Lorne behind Fred and the Scoobies in the doorway, and raised his scarred eyebrow questioningly. “Slayer dream?” he asked, grunting as a knee caught him in the groin when a slim leg wriggled free.

As expected, Giles began polishing his glasses furiously. “Very possibly,” he nodded. “I’ve just been reading through more of the material from the book about Portals that we received from Wesley’s father. It mentions the emerald artefacts, though not in specific detail, and it seems there’s some sort of supernatural link between them, a mutual attraction if you like. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are drawn to each other after they’ve been activated, and that could well be the mechanism to bring you back from another dimension once you’ve jumped to close a Portal. I’ll keep looking.”

Buffy’s ramblings had once more become incoherent, but her agitation wasn’t diminishing. “We need to wake her up before she hurts herself!” Dawn cried.

“Open to suggestions here…!” Spike gasped. He was becoming increasingly desperate as Buffy’s struggles continued.

A few minutes later, during which time no practical ideas had been suggested, (unless you count Xander’s suggestion that Spike should bite Buffy which would be sure to piss her off enough to wake her) Lorne trilled, “Coming through!” as he barged through the audience in the doorway. He held a large red glass jug that was making chinking noises. He proceeded to empty its contents of iced water onto Buffy’s back.

The effects were dramatic and immediate. Buffy shrieked, and was on the opposite side of the room from the bed in less than a second. She was crouched in a defensive posture, fists up and eyes narrowed as she darted confused looks around the room, desperately trying to take in the situation. Spike was left stunned, lying in a pool of frigid water that was quickly soaking into the bed.

“What…? What…? What…?” Buffy stuttered. She took a deep breath and stood up straight, peeling her cold soggy top away from her back causing a stray ice cube to fall to the floor behind her. She demanded, “Would somebody please explain why everyone is in our room, why I’m soaking and freezing to death and why Spike is all wet in the bed?”

“You were having a nightmare Buffy,” Dawn explained. “When you weren’t trying to kill me you were trying to kill Spike, who just came to help. We couldn’t wake you up. You were punching everybody and yelling at Spike for dropping his sword and not coming back.” She shrugged, “It was all very Slayerish.”

“Oh yes!” Buffy exclaimed, approaching the bed again, “You!” She pointed an accusing finger at Spike, who was sitting up and trying to wring cold water out of his T shirt. “You went and jumped into the portal without your magic sword and never came back!” She clenched both fists and started raining blows down on his head and shoulders. “Idiot Vampire! How are we supposed to work the stupid portals without you? Who is going to be Dawn’s Protector if you don’t come back? Who is going to be my Pale Knight and my Champion if you go and get yourself stuck in a Hell dimension?”

Spike tried in vain to fend the blows off with his raised arms but Angel came to the rescue. He grabbed Buffy from behind and enfolded her in his arms, pinning her arms to her sides. This gave Spike the chance to get off the cold wet bed and try to reason with his Slayer. “It wasn’t me me who went and got lost you daft bint, it was the me in your dream! It was a Slayer dream! It told us how I’m supposed to close the bloody Portals and then come back! Now we know I have to hang onto the emerald sword and take it with me, and that it’s the sword that brings me back! Calm down woman!”

“I don’t want to calm down!” Buffy protested sulkily, “I’m too angry to calm down! And what’s a daft bint? I never know whether you are insulting me or not!”

“Fancy a spot of violence then love?” Spike asked, cocking his head to one side and running the tip of his tongue over his teeth mischievously. “Wanna fight?”

“Yes!” Buffy declared, “I’m all Fighty Buffy.”

“Will I do? Or should Angel find us some more demons to kill?”

Buffy narrowed her eyes and glared at Spike, “I think I’d like to kill you.”

Spike heard a gloating whisper from Xander at the doorway, “Oh this is wonderful, she’s giving him the Slayer Glare Of Death, this does not look good for Captain Peroxide.” It was answered by a feminine giggle in stereo.

“Nothing new there then,” Spike smirked, and started getting organised. “Slayer, get yourself a change of clothes. You’ll want to drink some water, and maybe bring a bottle along. I’ll just grab my other jeans, and I’d better have some blood first. Angel, can you sort me out some? We’ll need you to find us an empty building that won’t matter if it gets trashed, something with a solid roof in case sunrise catches us. You can come with and wait to drive us back. I probably won’t be in any fit state.” Spike waved his arms at the gathered people. “Show’s over folks, see you in the morning. Niblet? Perhaps you’d like to go finish the night in my room, give this bed time to dry out?”

Spike had intended they should use his car, but when Buffy got to it she loudly took exception to the fact that the front seats were still covered with dried demon goo, which he had completely forgotten about. Transferring to Angel’s Plymouth convertible they set off with Buffy complaining all the way that her hair was being blown everywhere, and why did she have to sit in the back anyway? Angel tried to ignore her discontented grumbling as he explained where they were heading, “There’s a big old movie theatre closed for renovation down this way. They ripped all the seats out, so there’s a nice big open space suitable for a workout.”

“There’s not going to be a workout, there’s going to be a fight!” Buffy insisted to Spike’s disquiet. He and Angel met each other’s gaze briefly, each with a raised eyebrow as they silently exchanged comments on her bad mood. This might not be as much fun as he had been hoping. Spike was trying to think of a tactful way to bring up his idea that this might be an ideal opportunity for him to mark Buffy, when she peremptorily ordered Angel to stop the car.

“We’re not there ye…” He started to protest.

Buffy slapped him sharply on the back of his head. “ Now!” She insisted, and shrugging in resignation Angel applied the brakes. Before the car had come to a complete stop she was out and running. The two vampires turned to see where she was heading.

“Three vamps in that alley,” Spike reported. “Slayer’s radar is working well tonight.”

“Shouldn’t we go and help out?” Angel asked, getting out of the car and beginning to follow her.

Spike vaulted over the closed door and grabbed Angel’s arm to stop him. “Only three vamps? With the Slayer in this mood I wouldn’t dare. She’ll be back in a minute.” Angel leaned back against the car and folded his arms across his chest and Spike lit a cigarette and sat on the trunk, feet resting on the bumper as he watched his Slayer in action.

The first vampire, who had been standing with his back to the road, was dust before any of them had noticed her. Where had she kept her stake? Her skin tight stretch top had short sleeves, and the sweat pants she was wearing were so snug he couldn’t see where she might have managed to stash it. Spike made a mental note to ask her one day… when she was in a much better mood. A stamp on the back of the knee, a kick in the groin and a solid uppercut to the jaw as he doubled over in pain put the second one on the ground while she dealt with the third. He was trying to put up a bit of a fight, but the Slayer in a bad mood took no prisoners. She dodged his clumsy swing easily, landed a roundhouse punch to the nose followed by a high spin-kick to the chest that startled and unbalanced him sufficiently for Buffy to lunge forward and stake him effortlessly.

The second vampire was up again. He’d probably never even heard of the Slayer, and was having difficulty accepting that he was in trouble when faced with such a tiny human girl. He threw a wild punch at Buffy’s face, but she easily dodged and ducked under his arm to come up behind him and kick him in the kidneys before lunging in with her stake. He turned quickly however, and blocked her arm, knocking the stake out of her hand. Buffy didn’t waste any time and jabbed him twice on the nose and then high-kicked him under the chin snapping his head back so he overbalanced and fell back to the ground. She rolled to where the stake had fallen and snatched it up, turning as she rose to her feet. She dived to land on his chest as he tried to rise and her stake went straight into his heart. She collapsed onto the ground in the cloud of resulting dust then stood, turned abruptly tossing her hair back out of her face impatiently, and walked back to the car.

“You really had a robot copy of her made to have sex with?” Angel asked quietly, never taking his eyes off her as she ran towards the alley.

“Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time. Never thought I’d have a chance at the real thing…”

“What was it like? Any good? Realistic?”

“Thought it was bloody perfect until a few weeks ago. Then she… we…” Spike paused as he recalled that first astonishing night when they’d literally brought the house down. He shook his head slowly in remembered wonderment, “Believe me… it was nothing like.”

There was a pause while both vampires appreciated the moves Buffy was making.

“Good isn’t she?” Angel commented. “Improved her speed and efficiency a good bit since last time I watched her.”

“You’ve no idea.” Spike replied. “Have trouble keeping up with her sometimes. Don’t forget she’s all grown up now, not the little girl you knew any more.”

Angel nodded, “So I see. You sure you want to fight her tonight?”

“Beginning to wonder...”

“Didn’t hear any punning pet,” Spike commented as Buffy jumped nimbly over the trunk into the back seat, no stake in evidence. She’d hidden it away again. It was driving Spike nuts that he couldn’t work out where. The two vampires seated themselves and Angel restarted the car and got them under way again.

“They weren’t worth it. No fight in them whatever. Very disappointing.” Buffy complained shortly, flipping her hair back as the movement of the car caused it to blow forward into her eyes. Her fingers began an irritated staccato tapping on the wing. The rest of the drive took place in a slightly strained silence as neither vampire could think of a single thing to say.

The car drew to a halt outside a huge building. There were faded and torn posters peeling off the walls either side of the dark shadowy doorway that was closed off by a padlocked concertina style rusty metal security grille. A crooked sign made up of six foot high dirty red letters above the portico informed them that it had once been the ‘RIAL O T EA ER’. Spike grabbed the holdall containing their spare clothes and Buffy’s bottle of water and followed Angel as he led them to a side entrance in the alley to the right hand side of the building.

Angel did something violent to the door, which opened into a dark musty passage smelling of stale vomit and urine. As they passed several closed doors to each side towards a large double door just visible through the gloom at the far end, Buffy shuddered and pinched her nose between finger and thumb. “Ugh!” she grunted, and directed an angry glare at Angel’s broad back, “I hope id doedn’t all sbell like dis!”

Angel pushed through the double doors and ran his hands across the wall to the right of the opening until he found a panel covering a row of switches. He prised the panel open and flicked them one at a time, until he found the one that operated the main overhead lights, then ushered Spike and Buffy into the cavernous space of the empty auditorium. “See? Lots of space. I’ll sit just over here and watch if you don’t mind, rather than waiting outside in the car.”

Spike shrugged his duster off, then unlaced his boots and tucked them out of the way beside the carpeted step where Angel had settled himself. “Boots off Slayer,” he asked, “and give Angel your stake, I don’t fancy being dusted if you get carried away!” The stake appeared in her hand and she passed it over, Spike kicking himself that he hadn’t been watching carefully enough to see from where she’d pulled it.

“You want me to take my boots off? This floor is all ooky!” Buffy moaned as she tied her hair back into a ponytail.

“Not a good idea to fight in brand new boots love.” Spike explained.

“Good point.” She admitted, slipping the shiny new block heeled black ankle boots off and tossing them negligently to land beside Spike’s. She stretched her limbs for a few moments to warm up, then without warning reached towards Spike and grabbed him by his belt and the seat of his jeans, and casually threw him to land about fifteen feet away on the sloping floor of the auditorium.

“ Hey!” He protested angrily as he rolled to recover and bounded back to his feet, “That wasn’t bleedin’ fair, I wasn’t ready!”

“Well you should have been ready!” she retorted, mouth twitching at the corners as she stalked towards him. “This isn’t a game with rules, this is a fight to the undeath!”

Spike smirked, perhaps this was going to be fun after all. “All right then Slayer.” He made beckoning motions with both hands as he crouched into a defensive posture. “Come on, let’s see what you’ve got!”

Buffy took three running steps and dived at him with her right arm straight out in front of her, fist clenched and aimed at his head. As he dodged to one side and prepared to deflect her blow she seemed to change direction in the air and went flying over his shoulder, somersaulting in flight and landing a swift kick on his backside as she landed on her outstretched hand, rolling swiftly back into a standing position and instantly turning to jump onto his back. She clutched at his shoulders and planted her feet on his backside before pushing off again and somersaulting back over his head, landing a punch on his nose and a back kick in his guts in the process, before landing lightly on her feet and running off into the shadows at the back of the auditorium, laughing mockingly.

Spike was left standing there, wobbling slightly, with a stunned expression on his face unsure whether to rub his belly or his backside, and with blood trickling down from his nose into his mouth. It didn’t help his mood that Angel was laughing out loud at his humiliation. A very determined expression crossed his face as he vamped out and declared, “Right… now she’s gonna find out how much I don’t like being made to look a fool!” He closed his eyes and concentrated his vampire senses to locate her, and turned to stalk up into the foyer and towards the stairs leading to the balcony.

Just as he reached the door leading from the upstairs foyer into the balcony, he realised he could sense her downstairs again. He ran down to the front row of the balcony, looked down and saw her sitting talking with Angel. He growled softly and stepped up onto the safety railing, then dived down and to one side, caught the chain suspending one of the light fixtures from the ceiling high above, swung from it to the next one, and then flew off to land just a few paces behind her.

Hearing the thud of his feet landing on the carpet Buffy jumped up and turned to run, but this time Spike was prepared for her tricks and used his vampire speed to intercept her. He caught her by her little ponytail and the seat of her pants and spun her in the opposite direction. She slammed backwards into the side wall, sliding down the cracked and crumbling plaster into a crouching position, and paused for a second to get her breath and gather her strength in preparation for her next move.

Angel stood and began to berate Spike for being so rough, but Buffy shouted him down, “It’s fine Angel, we’re just warming up, we haven’t even brought a single wall down yet!” Spike laughed out loud and dived towards her, preparing to give her a bloody nose to match his own, but she easily darted to one side and avoided him, leaving him to crash into the wall where she had just been as she went leaping over the pile of their discarded clothing, heading back out into the open space of the auditorium. She mimicked his beckoning gesture and taunted him, “Come on then Spikey… you aren’t even trying yet!” She chuckled when she saw his frustrated expression as he stood with his hands on his hips staring at her, wondering what his next move should be.

An evil grin spread across his human face as he suddenly ran at top speed straight at her, and she laughed as she turned and ran from him. He caught her in a flying tackle from behind, wrapping his arms around her knees so they went crashing to the floor, his face landing in the soft mound of her backside, into which he sank his blunt teeth. She yelped and squirmed under him, finally managing to free her legs by catching him in the groin with a heel, distracting him.

As she gathered her limbs to stand up Spike managed to grab a hand and tumbled her back to the floor, scrabbling to hold her down. He clambered towards her and ended up sitting astride her back. He slapped her backside and then tried to pin her to the floor, but she managed to roll over and after landing a hard punch on his nose she planted her feet and bucked him right off her, making him fly over her head to land flat on his back.

Buffy stood and dived to land on top of him, landing with her knees in his belly and her hands grasping his shoulders. He reached up and grabbed her face, bringing it down so he could ravage her mouth before he flung his legs in the air to tip her off. He bounded to his feet immediately and turned back to her just in time to receive a flying kick to the head as she sped off down towards the torn screen, and he dashed off in pursuit.

Buffy realised her mistake almost immediately, she had allowed herself to become cornered. She cast about her desperately looking for a way to avoid the fast approaching vampire, seeing in the nick of time that the screen beside her was set up on a stage raised about six feet above the floor of the cinema. She leapt up onto the boards and ran lightly across in front of the tattered silver expanse. Finding a wide rent in the vinyl she dodged through and found herself in a dusty maze of cables and speakers, and fought her way through to a door on the far side of the dark space.

Spike swore in frustration. Following closely after his Slayer he hadn’t been watchful enough and had got his foot caught in a tangle of cables, falling flat on his face and allowing her to get completely away from him. He stopped struggling and sat to extricate himself, then concentrated once more to sense her position. He smiled and retraced his steps, emerging from the torn screen and jumping down onto the carpeted floor once more. He walked calmly over to the double doors through which they had originally entered the auditorium and leaned nonchalantly against the wall beside them with arms folded and one foot raised to rest on the wall.

Angel opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, but Spike motioned him to silence, pointing to his ear. Angel cocked his head and listened. When he concentrated he could hear what Spike was listening to. Buffy was muttering and swearing about the disgusting smell in the side passage as she made her way back towards their position.

One of the doors was pushed slowly towards him, and Spike stood behind it, poised ready to attack. Buffy’s face peeked around the edge of the door as she checked to see if the coast was clear, and her eyes went very wide when she saw the smirking vampire waiting for her. “Ooops!” she squeaked as he jerked the door further open, making her overbalance into the open space as she failed to release her hold on the door handle quickly enough.

As he grabbed hold of her arm Spike reminded her, “You were forgetting to use your Slayer sense love, you should have known I was there!” Then the figures of vampire and Slayer went tumbling and rolling across the filthy floor as each tried to gain the upper hand and pin the other to the carpet. Kicks and punches were exchanged until Buffy was rendered completely helpless with breathless giggles for a few seconds when Spike caught a small dirty foot and began tickling it. As he hadn’t immobilised the other flailing foot however it soon landed with some force on his bloody nose and Buffy was once more up and running, leaving him to follow on behind.

For the next thirty minutes or so the two blondes thoroughly enjoyed themselves chasing each other around the old cinema. Sometimes they came to close quarters and exchanged flurries of punches and kicks, at other times they wrestled each other to the floor until one was able to avoid the others clutches and escape. Every time they made physical contact as they rolled around on the dirty carpet Spike could smell Buffy’s increasing arousal and Buffy could see and feel the growing bulge in Spike’s jeans, so they each continually teased the other unmercifully with intimate touches and whispered words designed to distract the other from the fight. Both of them were now grinning widely all the time and each burst into excited laughter as they thought they were gaining the advantage.

Finally Spike realised that Buffy was beginning to get a bit winded and he decided to take the opportunity to pay her back for her initial humiliation of him. As they both leapt down from the balcony into the stalls area of the auditorium for the third time, with Buffy in close pursuit of him, he suddenly stopped running from her, and turned to face her approaching figure. As she charged up to him he jumped straight up in the air and over her head, turning in the air and coming down behind her as she brought herself to a standstill in confusion. He pinched her on the behind, and as she turned angrily to challenge him he dived back over her again and tapped her lightly on the top of her head, pulling her hair in the process, once more pinching her bottom when he landed.

She shrieked in frustration and spinning to face him she swung her fist at his nose yet again, but she yelped and was thrown slightly off balance when her foot landed awkwardly on a piece of debris on the floor, allowing Spike to intercept her fist. He grabbed it and used her own momentum to draw her body into his, clasping her firmly with one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other hand tangled in her hair pulling it from its constraining band to fall around her flushed sweaty face.

They ended up standing pressed together with his face buried in her neck and her hands clutching at his shirt. He froze for a second, and registered that her pounding heart skipped a beat and then began to race even faster. “I’m going to mark you now Slayer… all right?” He croaked.

“Yes,” she panted, tensing up in anticipation. “Will it hurt?”

“Just for a second love, try to relax.”

Her body melted into his, and he marvelled at the trust she was placing in him. He morphed into Game Face, and growled softly, “Angel… witness!”

Spike heard an answering wordless growl from the corner of the auditorium. He licked the scar on Buffy’s neck to clean it, kissed it, then opened his mouth wide and deliberately placed his fangs directly over it. He closed his eyes and began to exert the gentlest of pressures until he felt the tips of his fangs break the skin. He sipped the few drops of blood that were released, savouring the sweet metallic taste.

Buffy gasped, and snaked her arms around him. Her left arm went around his waist then reached up so that her hand grasped his shoulder to support herself against him, and her right hand went up to clutch the nape of his neck. She used her Slayer strength to force his face down hard into her body. His fangs sank deep into her flesh, instantly flooding his mouth with her scalding blood which flowed easily down his throat. His demon exulted in the wonderfully rich flavours of copper and iron and salt and delicious sweetness. Heat flooded his chest before heading straight for his groin, and he sucked greedily.

The hand that had grasped his neck was released and he felt a fumbling at his waist but he continued to feed, ignoring the sensation. He heard a desperate sob and the sound of fabric tearing, and then a strong leg wrapped itself around his waist lodging its heel in the crease between his buttocks, and with a little hop and a twist of her hips Buffy impaled herself upon him, her other leg joining the first as they locked at the ankles behind him and her right hand clutched once more at the back of his neck. His demon threw back its head and roared its ecstasy at the sky, as the tight moist burning heat which suddenly enclosed him caused him to explode. After a few seconds, gasping, he dropped his mouth back to the holes in her neck and licked gently to clean up a little trickle of blood and seal the wounds.

The hand that had been around Buffy’s shoulders transferred to support her backside as she began to move steadily up and down on him. The Slayer blood in Spike’s body gave him extra strength and endurance, so his climax had not reduced his throbbing hardness in the slightest, and he had no difficulty supporting her slight weight as she worked herself on him, panting and moaning with pleasure.

“Buffy” He gasped, raising his face from her neck, and was answered by a whimpered “Spike” as their mouths sought each other and their lips locked together, tongues entwining and sharing the taste of the last lingering traces of her blood. All at once he tasted a fresh trickle of blood on his tongue, and with a start he realised she was kissing him while he was still in Game Face, and she was deliberately pricking her tongue and lips on his fangs. The shock unbalanced him, his knees gave way and he toppled onto his back. Buffy felt the motion and released her legs in time to prevent them from being crushed under his weight, and she landed with her knees clamped either side of his body keeping him held securely inside her.

Able at last to release her grip with both hands, Buffy sat up on him briefly to grasp the hem of her top and peel it off, flinging it away before hooking her fingers in the neck of his T shirt and ripping it right down the front, pulling the remains apart so she could sink down to press her damp overheated flesh against his cool dry chest. Spike managed to force his demon down and revert to his human face as she reclaimed his mouth and continued to move over him, her hands tightly gripped in his hair.

When at last she needed to breathe she sat up slightly, panting, and her fingers began to tease and pinch his nipples, causing him to groan and arch his body up towards her. His hands clutched first at her hips to help her rise and fall upon him, then when their eyes met and locked together he transferred them to her breasts to caress and fondle them, rolling her erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Buffy groaned and once more bent to kiss him, gasping rhythmically into Spike’s mouth as she ground her most sensitive spot against his pubic bone each time she thrust herself down onto him, until at last her internal muscles clamped tightly around him and she whimpered and flung her head back and closed her eyes, wailing as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

As the last aftershocks rippled through her body Buffy slumped back down onto Spike’s chest. While he stroked her sweaty back she caressed his face tenderly, kissing his forehead, his eyelids, nose and cheekbones in turn before once more pressing her lips to his, running her swollen tongue over his blunt human teeth. She frowned slightly. “Want the demon,” she mumbled, as her heavy lidded green eyes met his wide burning blue ones.

“As you wish,” Spike whispered as he morphed once more into Game Face, and simultaneously rolled them so he was lying over Buffy’s supine figure. He paused slightly to get rid of the ruined T shirt and work his jeans which had stuck at knee level completely off his legs, helped by Buffy’s heels, and then to rip away the remaining tatters of her sweat pants and the little wisp of pink lace still clinging to one slim leg.

He propped himself up on straight arms either side of her body to be able to look down into her eyes which were roaming over his demon face as her fingers traced the ridges on his forehead nose and cheeks, and began slowly moving inside her. “Your demon’s beautiful,” she whispered in wonder, “so strong…” She caressed his lips and explored his mouth, running her fingertips over his fangs, deliberately pricking her fingers and smearing her blood on his lips and tongue.

At this new taste of Slayer blood Spike’s demon growled, rumbling deep in his chest as it surged to dominance and began thrusting forcefully into her, its pure animal instincts demanding release. Legs of silk and steel locked themselves around his hips drawing him closer, and equally strong hands grasped his upper arms, digging sharp fingernails into his flesh as Buffy pleaded, “harder!”

Spike dropped to his elbows, his mouth searching for hers as his hands grasped her head and he strengthened his movements. As their tongues twined in bloody bliss he moved faster and harder as he pounded into her, his hips giving a little twist at the end of each deep thrust to rub hard against her most sensitive spot. Buffy’s hands moved from his arms and went around his back as she was forced to pull her mouth away from his to gasp for breath.

Realising that she was nearly suffocating, Spike lifted his chest slightly off her and bent his neck to rest his forehead lightly on hers, leaving her mouth free to breathe. Meeting her eyes he smiled down at her as he began to feel the first throbbing signs of his next climax beginning. “Oh Buffy… Oh my love…” he moaned, blinking slowly as he struggled to keep his eyes open despite their natural inclination to close at such a time. He wanted to be able to watch her every second of this wonderful night as a multitude of expressions crossed her beautiful face.

His intention was foiled when her hands moved up to his shoulders, and ten lines of fire slowly traced their way down his back, along his flanks and dug into his hips. Snarling, his demon threw back its head, closed its eyes, and convulsed as it gave itself up to a paroxysm of pleasure as the heat and pressure built up in him and his hips worked harder than ever.

He was finally lost when hands grabbed his buttocks and ten points of delicious pain grasped him, pulling him even deeper into the wet burning heat of his Slayer’s centre where her powerful muscles were pulsing and gripping him so tightly he couldn’t move at all. Blunt teeth bit into the skin over his collar bone, and he lifted his face and roared in ecstasy once more as his Slayer mewled and wailed through her own release into the hollow of his neck.

Spike couldn’t move for the longest age, but eventually his straining muscles relaxed and he collapsed onto Buffy, panting desperately for unneeded air. Realising that she was also struggling to breathe he rolled them so he was lying beside her with her head pillowed on his right arm, her right leg pulled over his hip and his left hand grasping her backside to keep them joined. Their faces were inches apart and their eyes locked as they both began to recover. “Mine…” Spike breathed, and he gently licked and nuzzled the fresh scar on Buffy’s neck, “Buffy… My lovely Slayer… My beautiful Golden Lady.”

“Oh Spike… My… very own… demon,” Buffy whispered breathlessly in reply, and lazy fingers stroked his face as he lost his wrinkles, ridges and fangs as his human face slowly resurfaced. “Spike? Are all vampire claims this… er… dramatic?” She asked, a little giggle escaping her bruised and swollen mouth, “That was… Wow! I mean that was really… er…”

“ Wow!” Spike finished for her. “Dunno love,” he chuckled in reply, “That was my first.” He kissed her gently, “I agree about the high Wow! factor though...”

“ Extreme Wowness!” Buffy giggled again.

Spike paused for another long lingering kiss, then, “You know Buffy, to other demons that mark will mean you belong to me, but to me it means that I belong to you, my body and… when I get it… my soul. You get that… right?”

“Willing slave… I remember,” Buffy whispered sleepily. “Don’t need a slave, need a partner.”

“Anything you say, love” Spike smiled, “You’re the boss.” He cuddled her closer as she began to drift off to sleep.

A puzzled expression crossed Buffy’s face for a moment, “Your first claim? Didn’t you even claim Drusilla?”

“No pet. Angelus marked her twenty years before I was turned, there was no way I’d dare to claim her over that. She didn’t want it anyway, she’s always been her daddy’s girl.”

“My poor Spikey,” she sighed sadly as her eyes closed and her breathing slowed as she fell deeply asleep.

For several minutes Spike simply lay with a slightly surprised and very satisfied smile on his face, and watched his Slayer sleeping, then he gradually became aware of something hard digging into his hip. He tried to disengage from her to shift his position slightly. He had already noticed with delight that his erection was still hard. He knew it was probably because of the effects of Slayer blood in his system and had begun wondering how much longer it was going to last. What surprised him now was the fact that he was still firmly locked in place by the clamped internal muscles of his Slayer’s hot little body!

Carefully he rolled onto his back bringing Buffy’s sleeping form around to lie on top of him with her head pillowed in the hollow of his neck so that he could extract from beneath him the angled metal bracket that had once secured one end of a row of seats to the floor of the auditorium. He then relaxed, brushing her hair from her face and cradling her in his arms as he inhaled the delicious scents of her silky hair, her intoxicating blood and her tangy sweat, and settled down to wait for her to wake.
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