Becoming Something More

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Pairings: Buffy/Spike

Warnings: *Work in progress that will probably never be finished, but it is really worth reading.* (NC-17) Violence, Language, and Sex (everything we love in an NC-17 fic!)

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Spike. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed ... or on a tomb ... under the table .... in the shower .... ummm you get the idea.

Feedback? Please, please, with chocolate and Spike on top!

Chapter 1: Becoming Betrayed

Spike hiked an unconscious Drusilla further in his arms before heading for the door. He paused for a moment staring out into the courtyard watching as Angelus kicked the sword from the Slayer’s hand; knocking her down in the process. “God, he’s going to kill her.” He shrugged uncaringly, continuing his on his way out of the mansion and away from Sunnyhell his dark Goddess held close to his chest.

~

Buffy was starting to tire. Angel had always been strong, one of the strongest fighters she had ever known and his un-souled version seemed even more so. Angelus was steadily pushing her back, his sword swinging with ferocious intent, meeting her blade again and again causing her arm to ache. With a wild lunge he struck out, knocking the sword from her hand, causing her to loose her balance and fall to the ground.

He allowed her to stand before taunting her. “Look at you, all alone. No weapons, no friends. What do you have left?”

Fury went through her at the smug words. This monster that wore her love’s face had done nothing but torture her and her’s for months. Taunting them, leaving them gifts, and killing Ms. Calendar...What did she have left? In a flash almost too fast to capture she saw her mom, her Watcher, her friends; she even saw Spike, but they were all gone now, unable to help her. She was all that was left and that was enough, more than enough.

“I have me.” She finally realized and grasped the sword between her two small hands as he thrust it towards her head. She gave it a vicious twist and slammed it backwards into his face, giving her precious seconds to retrieve her blade and attack, driving him into the house and against the stone statue, Acathla.

As he slammed hard into the statue he gasped and fell to his knees, his head thrown back in agony. She raised the sword, preparing for the killing blow, and stopped as his eyes flashed and a look of confusion swept over his handsome features.

“Buffy?” He questioned staring at her through the soft eyes of the man she loved. “What’s going on?”

Her sword arm dropped in shock as he got slowly to his feet, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.” He continued, pulling her into his arms wrapping her in his tight, loving embrace.

She hugged him back, holding on, wanting to cry, and not understanding how her love could be back. Her eyes widened in dismay as Acathla’s mouth and eyes opened, the portal expanding quickly. A physical pain went through her then, stabbing deep into her heart and soul. Yes, Angel was back, but she wasn’t allowed to keep him.

She pulled reluctantly away from him, holding his face in her hands and looking for a long moment into his eyes, seeing his soul.

“I love you,” She whispered, tears spilling over from eyes that had cried entirely too much lately.

“I love you, too,” He whispered back, unknowing of the yawning vortex swirling behind him; innocent, but yet guilty of so much bloodshed these past few months.

She kissed him gently, warm lips against soft, cool ones, “Close your eyes.”

She almost sobbed as he did what she asked without question. She stepped back from him and raised her sword once more. She did it quickly, thrusting the blade through his dead heart, allowing the blood to flow.

His eyes flew open in surprise and question, “Buffy?”

The look of love and betrayal on his face caused the sobs she was holding in to be released and she reached towards him as if to take it back, but it was too late. Acathla’s power flared and wrapped around him and in seconds it was over.

He was gone.

~

Buffy stepped out into the new day tears streaming from devastated eyes over too pale cheeks. It was done now. Finished. She had nowhere to go. She walked slowly towards her house on Revello Drive. Her house no longer and quickly and quietly scaled the tree to her bedroom for what was the last time. Silently she gathered a bag full of her things; clothes and other stuff she couldn’t bear to leave behind, her diary, Mr. Gordo and took a few minutes to write her mother a note. Her mother, the one person she should have been able to count on, had kicked her out. It was time to go. She left the note on her bed among a pile of clothes that she had discarded and slipped from the window once more.

She was almost to the ground when she heard her mom call her name. She paused for a minute, should she go back? But then hardened her resolve and her face, continuing down the tree and fleeing quickly down the street towards her school. Once there she stood behind another tree and looked at her friends and Watcher, greedily drinking them in with her eyes, storing the memories that flashed like snapshots in her mind.

Willow and Xander dancing at the Bronze. Giles in the library researching. Little snippets of when first Cordelia and then Oz joined the gang. She listened as they talked, storing the sound of their voices in her head so she could retrieve and play them later, when she was alone...as she should be alone.

She stood behind the tree, listening and smiling softly as they spoke, as they wondered where she might be and talking about the soul restoration, finally understanding what had happened there at the end. Willow and the others had performed the spell that Ms. Calendar had been working on before her death while they had sent Xander to her to tell her...

She heard his voice again, right before she went into the mansion, “Willow says to kick his ass...”

She gasped as she realized that was not quite the message Willow had given him for her and another shaft of pain entered her chest. She actually looked down at it for a moment, wondering if she had been staked as the pain was so bad at this final act of betrayal from the friends and family that was supposed to love and support her unconditionally.

She let them go into the building before she settled her bag on her shoulder and walked away from the school for the last time.

As she hit the curb she heard a car and looked up surprised to see Spike’s ugly black monstrosity. She stopped walking, as the passenger door opened and he looked out at her with haunted blue eyes, careful to keep back from the sun.

“Get in, Pet,” He offered, his voice husky as if he had been crying.

She never looked back as she tossed her bag in the empty back seat and slid in beside him slamming the door closed on the killing sun, on her life, before he roared off down the street.

Chapter 2: Becoming Safe

Spike had no idea why he had returned to Sunnydale and found himself saddled with the Slayer. He had been furious when he had turned the car around just outside of Los Angeles after Dru...

He clenched his jaws and tightened his burned hands on the steering wheel, refusing to complete the thought and glancing at the Slayer out of the corner of his eye. Neither of them had said anything since he had told her to get in the car. He wasn’t sure he could speak to her just yet without exploding. Anger and hate and devastation all warred within the soul he supposedly didn’t have. He had felt it when Angel was gone and apparently so had Dru.

She had been lying across the back seat moaning and mewling over the deception of her childe when the connection to her Sire had been severed. She had gone mad, well madder at any rate, biting and clawing at Spike until he had had to pull the car off the road to fight her off. It had been while he had been fighting to control the car that she had done it. In the blink of an eye, she had thrown open the back door and jumped out of the still moving vehicle, uncaring of the oncoming traffic and the bright morning sun. He had slammed on his brakes and nearly wrenched the door from its hinges to reach her, burning himself badly, but it had been no use. He hadn’t even set his foot out of the car when she exploded into so much ash. His dark Princess, his Goddess, his Savior-gone in an instant.

For one burning moment his dead heart contracted in a pain so severe he thought he would dust as well and then the anger came. A fury so wretched that it colored everything red and he had stomped on the accelerator and with a squeal of burning rubber, made an illegal u-turn, heading back to Sunnyhell. His one thought was of butchering the one responsible for his agony. The Slayer.

He made it back to the mouth of hell in record time, rolling angrily over the all ready flattened “Welcome to Sunnydale” sign and through the mess he had made of the mansion’s garage when he had left earlier. He slammed the Desoto’s breaks and lunged from the car in a rage to find the Slayer and discover what had happened to Angelus, after which he was planning on torturing the bitch for hours before sucking her dry.

What he found in the atrium was anti-climactic. The only thing that was left was the silent, dormant, stone giant and a smear of what his nose determined was Angelus’ blood. No dust, no Slayer, only that small smear of blood.

It hit him then. The loss of his Sire and yes, even his Grand-Sire. Harsh sobs and grief-stricken growls filled the silence of the house. He was alone. For all intents and purposes, his vampiric family was dead and he was alone. If he was honest with himself, he couldn’t even blame the Slayer. She was a young girl; innocent, and unknowing of the monster her “Angel” would turn into at a moment’s happiness. Once knowing, she had performed her duty leaving her alone as well.

He rose on shaking legs and wiped the evidence of his tears on the backs of his hands like a young child before stumbling to the room he had occupied during their stay there. He quickly packed a bag, throwing jeans and t-shirts in the black leather case without care. He zipped it closed and carried it on his shoulder as he sought out those places where Angelus liked to hide money. He tore the mansion apart and with a substantial amount of dosh, left the place of his disgrace without looking back for the second time that day.

It hadn’t taken him long to find the Slayer, of a like mind apparently, bag in hand. He did the only thing he could do; offer her a lift out of the hell that had become their lives. Now, as he covertly watched her sleeping, blonde head against the black-painted glass of the passenger door, he wondered where in the hell they went from here.

~

It was late afternoon by the time they had drove through Los Angeles to the coast. Spike pulled the car to a stop under the awning of a demon run hotel in Venice Beach called Caritas, sister to a bar of the same name in down town LA. He growled in frustration as he checked to make sure he had his wallet and left the still sleeping Slayer in the car. William the Bloody always had his room comped due to his reputation of having killed two Slayers. He figured that wouldn’t be the case this time, as he had the bloody bint with him.

He registered, not mentioning he had the Slayer with him, happy when they comped his room as usual and had room service send up some blood and a bottle of Jack Daniels and an omelet and some juice for the Slayer as well; knowing she had probably not eaten at all today. He cursed himself as a git for actually caring whether she had eaten or not as he exited the lobby and went back for her and their things.

He opened his door and slipped in, gently shaking the blonde, “Slayer, c’mon, we’re here, Pet.”

She moaned, moving around to awaken. “Where are we?” She mumbled sleepily.

Seeing she was awake enough, he climbed back out, reaching over the seat to grab their bags. “At a hotel in Venice Beach, figured we’d be safe enough here for a few days.”

He shrugged the bags on his shoulder and walked around to open her door, waiting until she had climbed to her feet before shutting it behind her.

She was still too sleepy to pay attention that he had a hold of her arm as he tossed the keys to the valet, letting his eyes turn gold as he snarled at him, “Watch the paint, mate.” Nodding in satisfaction at the smell of fear and the hasty, ‘Yes, Sir, Mr. Bloody.” from the young human.

He steered Buffy through the revolving door and into the cool interior of the lobby. He was nearly pulled off his feet when she stopped suddenly in the middle of the room. Shit, he had hoped to get her through the lobby and up to their room before she noticed anything or anyone noticed them.

“What’s the problem, Pet?” He questioned quiet, but urgently, knowing her Slayer senses where probably going insane, but knowing they needed to get out of sight as quickly as possible.

Buffy, started at him, hazel eyes green with shock, “What’s wrong?” She hissed at him. “What’s wrong? Spike, you’ve brought me to a demon hotel! What the hell were you thinking?” Her voice grew louder in the relative quiet of the lobby.

Spike growled, eyes flashing as he jerked her to the side of the room and pushed her against the wall. “Shh, will you keep your bloody voice down, Slayer?” He shook her hard to make sure she was listening to him.

She tightened her lips, obviously biting back a sharp retort.

“Are you going to listen?” At her nod, he continued. “This hotel has a no violence policy, and while normally, it wouldn’t be the place for the Slayer to be, it may well be your saving grace now.”

She wilted under his glare, “What do you mean?” Her voice was quiet, defeated and it made something inside him clench.

“I mean, Pet, that your little band friends will be looking for you. Maybe not today, but soon and you and I both know that the Watcher will use any means to find you, including magic.”

She nodded, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth to worry it, she hadn’t thought about that.

“Well, magic can’t penetrate the wards around this place, luv. As long as you’re within the building, they won’t be able to find you. The no violence spells means you will be safe here, from other demons, from me...and I’ll be safe from you as well.”

She nodded again and straightened up in his grasp. “Okay, I understand, sorry. Let’s go.”

He released her and turned towards the bank of elevators, confident that she would follow. The elevator ride was made in silence, the only noise the small ding of the elevator bell announcing their arrival on their floor.

Spike raked the electronic key card through the lock mechanism and held the door open for the Slayer, over a hundred years of manners firmly in place. He made to follow behind her, slamming into her back and almost knocking her to the floor as she came to a sudden stop again.

“Bloody hell, Slayer! What’s wrong now?” He growled at her in frustration and not a little anger.

She spun towards him shoving him back and pointing towards the huge four-poster, canopy bed that dominated one end of the room. “I ask again, what the hell are you thinking, Spike?”

Chapter 3: Becoming Resigned

“Easy, Slayer, don’t get your knickers in such a twist,” he smirked at the young girl, pushing her forward gently and closing the door behind them. “This is my usual room, it’s free, Pet, so don’t knock it.”

“O-kay,” she drawled out the word. “Why is it free and why the hell does it only have one bed?” She asked, still worried.

“You probably won’t like the answer to the first one, Luv, so why don’t we leave it for another time, I’m knackered. As for the other, it only has one bed, because that’s all Dru and I ever needed is why, didn’t see the point in changing now and risk them making me pay.”

“Where am I supposed to sleep, huh Spike?” She demanded little hands on hips.

He tossed his duster on the back of the couch and pulled off his red over shirt, before peeling off the tight black t-shirt he wore underneath. He stalked over to the small table by the covered French doors and grabbed up a bag of blood, making her wait.

He vamped for a moment, ripping a hole in the pouch, before turning back to her, “Look, Luv, we’re both tired. I’m gonna drink my supper and fall into what I know is the softest bed ever and sleep for about 24 hours straight. When I wake up, I’m gonna have breakfast and get steadily drunk until the pain goes away. Now, you, I don’t know. You can come over here and eat the food I ordered you and share the bed, or you can take your chances venturing downstairs to pay for another room. Your choice, Luv, but this room is free and the bed is plenty big enough for two.”

“But...” she began, not ready to give up the argument.

“But, nothing, Slayer. Those are the choices.” He quickly drained the blood and tossed the packet unerringly towards the trash before toeing off his Doc Martin’s and stalking towards the bed, preparing to make good on his word. He snapped the buttons on his jeans and slid them off, ignoring her choking sound, slipping beneath the covers before she could protest his nudity. “Do what you want, Pet, don’t really care.”

And with that he rolled over and went to sleep, leaving Buffy still standing in the middle of the room.

Buffy felt tears well in her eyes as she stared at the back of the seemingly uncaring vampire. Her life sucked. She sent her love to hell, ran away from home with her mortal enemy, and was now stuck in a hotel room sharing a bed with said mortal enemy. She didn’t have enough money to pay for a room and even if she did, no violence spell or not, she didn’t feel safe enough to go out in the hotel alone. Better the vampire you know...

She shrugged out of her jacket and picked up her bag, heading into the bathroom. She changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth. She left the bag, only grabbing Mr. Gordo out of it before heading back into the main room and over to the bed. She stood beside of it for a long moment, staring at the naked back of the vampire there.

She sighed, as she looked at him, tears falling again as she climbed into the bed and under the covers with her naked mortal enemy, facing away from him on her side. She snuggled Mr. Gordo to her face, letting his plush covering absorb her tears as she sobbed silently, feeling so very alone even though Spike was lying less than three feet behind her. “It really was a bed big enough for two,” was her last thought before she gave into grief and fatigue and slipped into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

She didn’t know when the vampire in her bed opened his piercing blue eyes and turned towards her, frowning at the scent of her tears and the fact that she didn’t eat or drink any thing that he had ordered for her. She didn’t hear it when he sighed or feel him as he moved across the empty space between them and spooned his cool body around her warm one, letting his own tears fall into the soft gold of her hair.

~~

Spike was true to his word. He slept for a little over twenty-four hours. When he awoke, the pain of his missing Sire was still there, but it had lessened to a more tolerable level. The Slayer was still sleeping, her face ravaged by tears and he let her be as he got dressed and headed out for a bite.

He stalked the noisy boardwalk of Venice Beach, looking for someone suitable. His mood was somewhat irritable and he wanted someone that would put up a fight. They just tasted better that way. He spotted the perfect blood bag just exiting a wannabe bad ass bar. It was a large bloke with more hair on his face than on his head. He wore dirty denims and a disreputable black leather vest. His tattoo proclaimed him to be a member of “Hell’s Angels”, causing the bleached vamp to snort with mirth. He had met many a member of Hell’s Angels, demons everyone, and this gent was certainly not one of them. He approached the food with a smirk and a swagger.

“Hell’s Angels, eh?” He drawled, tongue firmly behind teeth. He made a great show of looking the guy over and clearly found him lacking. “More like a Hell’s Angel’s bitch, if you ask me.”

The guy turned with a snarl, aiming a punch at the punked out asshole behind him.

Spike accepted the punch as his due with a cackle of laughter, bouncing on his toes as he returned the favor. The biker went down, fairly easily to Spike’s disgust and he stalked towards him vamp face forward, all ready tired of the boring game.

The would-be Hell’s Angel squealed like a girl and wet himself. Spiked snarled in disgust, jerking the now crying man up by the front of his vest.

He shook the man, “Shut up. I don’t like my food to slobber and whine.” he hissed.

He grabbed the man’s beard and jerked his head to the side, making a clean long line of his neck. He growled at the sight of the think pulsing vein there before lowering his head and biting hard, deeply drinking. In mere minutes he felt the man’s heart stop and he withdrew his fangs, licking the last of the blood from his lips and letting the now bloodless meat bag fall to the dirty street. He reached down and arranged his hard-on in his too tight jeans, lit a cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke all before casually stepping over the dead man and sauntering down the street back towards the hotel, bloodlust satisfied and now interested in a drink or three.

He stepped into the hotel lobby and headed straight for the bar. He took a seat and nodded at the bartender, a guy with dark hair and blue spikes all over his face. “What can I get you, Mr. Bloody? On the house.”

Spike’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at the use of his name and the free drink, but he never turned down free liquor. “Shot a Jack, Mate, and bring the bottle.”

“No problem, Sir, name’s Doyle if you need anything else.” He sat the drink in front of the blond vampire and went down the bar to another customer.

He sat alone, drinking. A few women came and went when they got no response from him. He didn’t want to be bothered he just wanted to get drunk so he could forget his dark princess had killed herself over Angelus.

He downed another shot, spinning on his stool as a green skinned demon with red horns called for everyone’s attention.

“Hello my little cupcakes and twinkies, and welcome to Caritas and Karaoke night! Now where is the brave little strudel that will go first?” The crowd roared and applauded as a large red skinned demon drunkenly weaved his way towards the microphone.

Spike didn’t. “Bloody hell, figures. Bloke can’t drink in peace anymore.” He muttered under his breath as the first singer took the stage, singing, badly he might add, a drunken round of “Feelings”. He didn’t notice when the host took a seat beside him.

“Doyle, Muffin, give me a Sea Breeze and another bottle for my soon to be friend here.” He turned to Spike, “Name’s Lorne, what’s yours, my sunlight challenged friend?”

Spike turned to his unwanted companion, “Name’s Spike, Mate, thanks for the drink, now bugger off, trying to get drunk here.”

“Ah, ah, ah, my little flambé, not so fast there. I know who you are, was just trying to be polite. Also know that instead of your dark Goddess you brought a golden ray of sunshine with you this time, the Slayer. Something’s going on here, more than what happened in Sunnydale. I’m gonna need to hear you sing, Sweetcheeks.”

“The hell you do! And how do you know all that stuff about me anyway!” In his rage and surprise, he had slipped into vamp face.

Lorne held up his hands, “Now, now. You know you can’t hurt anyone here. Put away the fangs and we’ll talk.”

His voice told Spike that he was serious and Spike forced the demon back. “So talk, Mate, before I forget about the no violence rule.” He growled, eyes flashing amber.

Lorne took a long sip of his drink, “I have a direct connection to the Powers that Be. So I know a few things. I can also, read more when you sing. I’ve been told there’s something you need to know. In order to find out what, you have to sing. So get your tight, hot-cross buns on that stage and sing.” He demanded, green eyebrows raised above bright red eyes, eyes that perused the hottie vamp in front of him.

Spike snorted and drew his duster tighter around his body, “Sodden hell, you serious?” He sighed when the green guy only nodded. He didn’t know why he cared what the sodden Powers had to say, but he did.

He slid from the stool thinking that he wasn’t drunk enough to do this and stalked towards the stage, very conscious that the jolly green giant was wishin’ he had x-ray vision. He hopped easily up, forgoing the stairs and grabbed the drunken red demon, lightly tossing him off the stage explaining, “There now, Mate, nobody wants to hear that caterwauling you call singing,” which drew another roar of approval from the crowd.

He took a few minutes to flip through the songbook ignoring the crowd as they took up the chant of, ‘William the Bloody’.

He placed his selection and turned towards the mic duster open wide, legs spread hips slightly pushed forward, his blue eyes scanned the crowd taking the faces there, sneering at them as the music came up.

Somebody
Somebody Put Something In My Drink
Somebody

Another night out on the street
Stopping for my usual seat
Oh, bartender, please

Tanquray and tonic's my favorite drink
I don't like anything colored pink
That just stinks...it's not for me

It feels like somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something
Somebody put something

Blurred vision and dirty thoughts
Feel (out of place), very distraught
Feel something coming on

Kick the jukebox, slam the floor
Drink, drink, drink, drink some more
I can't think
Hey! What's in this drink?

It feels like somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something...in my drink...in my drink...in my drink...in my drink

So you think it's funny
A college prank
Goin' insane for something to drink
Feel a little dry

Oh, I couldn't care what you think of me
Cause somebody put something in my drink
I can't think
Hey! Give me a drink

It feels like somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink

Somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink

(A/N: Thanks to Ramonesfreak for helping me get the correct lyrics for the song!)

The crowed roared and clapped wildly as he finished the classic Ramones’ tune and started to jump off of the stage he saw Lorne approach him at a near run.

“Well, gotta hand it to you, you can sing, but right now you need to go.” Lorne grabbed the vamp and drug him towards the door.

Spike growled and jerked his arm away, “What the bleedin’ hell are you doin’? Thought the Powers had some all important wisdom to impart?”

Lorne turned back to him, “They did William and we’ll talk about it more later. For now, how much you like that Slayer of yours?”

“Wha’? First off, she’s not mine, Mate and second, love to hate her if that’s what you mean.”

“Well, my little sticky bun, if you want her to live for you to love to hate another day, you better get your sweet ass back upstairs, quick.”

“Wha’d ya mean...she’s gonna?” But Lorne was all ready nodding. “Bloody fuckin’ hell,” he cursed as he ran from the bar and towards the stairs, calling back towards the green demon. “and Lorne stop talkin’ about my arse!”

A/N: Warning: Blood/Freaky Sexual Situations! Chapter is unbeta'd you have been dually warned! Please review. I'm not getting much feedback from this fic and may not continue it.

Chapter 4: Becoming His

“Wha’d ya mean...she’s gonna?” But Lorne was all ready nodding. “Bloody fuckin’ hell,” he cursed as he ran from the bar and towards the stairs, calling back towards the green demon. “and Lorne, stop talkin’ about my arse!”

He skipped the elevator for the stairs, jumping easily from landing to landing and hitting their floor still running, “That bloody bitch is not gonna go out that way. She’s mine!” He roared as he neared the door, demon to the fore.

“Buffy!” He growled as he kicked the door in, splintering the wood. His dead heart climbed into his throat at the sight he was presented. The Slayer was sprawled, naked, half in, half out of the white-tiled bathroom. Her breasts and belly were covered in blood, jagged wounds on both wrists. The sharp knife that he always kept in his bag was lying beside the slowly dying girl, its bloody serrations proclaiming its guilt.

He fell to his knees, soaking his jeans in the growing pool of succulent, Slayer blood. He turned to look at the green demon as he ran through the ruined doorway.

“Quick,” Lorne panted, leaning over to catch his breath, “Take the rest of her blood and give her yours.”

“Wha’? Are you crazy, nobody turns Slayers, its just not done!” Spike’s demon snarled, bloodlust rising as the ambrosia that was Slayer blood filled his nostrils.

“Its the only way! The Powers sanction it. Slayer’s aren’t generally turned because when they are it makes the Slayer inside stronger. Who wants a primal Slayer for a childe or minion, one whom will most liking stake them upon rising?”

“Sounds smart if you ask me!” Spike snarked. “I don’t relish being staked either!”

“It won’t happen like that this time.” Lorne reassured him. “Buffy’s Slayer is all ready closer to the surface due to the fact that she died for a few minutes when the Master drowned her. When you complete the blood exchange and claim her for your own, the Slayer will come forward. Your demon blood will bind her to you and the Powers will anchor the Slayer. She will be yours. It’s their will. Do it, William!”

Spike balked, taking Buffy as his meant betraying his Princess. “But Drusilla...”

“She’s gone, William! She wouldn’t have been yours again anyway. But Buffy needs you now and you need her, whether you know it or not. The Powers will it to be, William. Do it now, before it’s too late! Do it! The blood exchange and the mating!”

Spike lifted the dying girl into his arms, heart torn until he looked down into her beautiful face. He roared as the anguish of her death rolled over him and he lifted her onto his lap, sinking fangs into her jugular and drinking deeply, embracing his future and letting go of his past. He moaned as his cock hardened in his jeans at the taste of her, hands caressing blood-slicked breasts. He heard the demon behind him tell him it was time and he removed his fangs, slitting his wrist with razor sharp claws and forcing her to drink. He moved, even as he felt her start to swallow his demon blood, stretching her back out onto the blood-covered floor. He felt Lorne behind them, helping him with his jeans and then he was sinking himself into the warm body of the Slayer beneath him. She was tight around him, moist, but not as wet as he liked. It didn’t matter. He fucked into her hard, hips pounding his aching erection into her heat, the head of him striking the entrance to her womb. He felt her stop drinking and he pulled his arm away, curving his hands around her hips for leverage as he felt his balls grow tighter.

She moaned eyelids blinking slowly open to reveal glazed amber eyes. They zeroed in on him, confused as he growled “Mine” daring her to deny it.

Her eyes cleared briefly and he swore she was looking inside his heart before she growled back at him, “Yours,” her eyelids fluttering once more before she lost consciousness again.

He threw his head back and shouted out his pleasure; her reply had his balls clenching tight against his body as he exploded into her grasping flesh.

He collapsed on top of her, panting as the empath demon skirted around the two on the floor and began to run a bath in the deep tub. Spike groaned and pulled out of his now mate, not bothering to fix his pants, but to strip the rest of his clothing from his body.

He turned edgy blue eyes onto the Lorne, “Enjoy the show?” he asked sardonically.

“No, William. Okay, well that’s not true, demon here, but I hate the fact that it had to be this way. The Powers didn’t want it this way, Sweet Cheeks, which, by the way, I now know they are sweet, your cheeks I mean, for a fact, but there is so much to come and she’s needed here. Besides, now we have two of you.”

Spike growled at the green demon, “Like hell you do! Evil here, remember? And I told you to quit talking about my arse!”

Lorne smirked as he walked back towards the vampire and picked up the bloody rags that were Spike’s clothes on his way out the door. “Yeah, I remember, but I also just saw what happened too. You’ll love her, William and she’ll worship you. Everything is as it should be. Don’t bother with the mess, I’ll send someone up to take care of it after you’ve finished in the bath. I’ll be back when she’s awake again. We’ve got many things to talk about.”

~~

Spike carefully eased Buffy’s lax body into the steamy, scented water with him enclosing them with the red-silk shower curtain, holding the warmth in and effectively covering them from the prying eyes of housekeeping. Lorne had filled the huge tub up and added scented bath beads that smelled like a mixture of milk and honey, a scent that soothed Spike’s demon and bloodlust, allowing him to relax for the first time since he entered the suite.

He sighed as the hot water relaxed tight muscles and pulled Buffy securely against his chest, arranging her across his lap so that his soft cock nestled in her honey curls. She was merely sleeping now, sighing as the water enveloped her and resting her head in the curve of his neck. He reached above them and turned the dial that would set the jets in the tub to bubbling. They lay like that for a long time, allowing the cleaning people to come and go. His demon was surprisingly quiet, happy even, with his choice of mate, Spike realized that there was a rumbling purr coming from his chest. He felt the dawn coming and gently leaned Buffy back, resting her against his upraised knees, supporting her head like a babe. Using the bar of soap the same scent as the bath beads and lathered his free hand and gently washed her torso, spending a long time on her breasts. Playing with the delicious curves of them, stroking and tugging at the hard, rosy nipples there. His purr increased as she moaned, rolling her head back and forth in pleasure, hazel eyes shining from beneath heavy lids.

“Spike? What happened?” She asked, her voice slurred with sleep and the rising sun.

“Shhh, Luv, relax, baby, Spike’s got you now. Your mine now, never gonna let anything hurt you again.” He scooted her down further in the cradle of his lap and rested her head on his knees, freeing both hands. He was pleased, when as he cupped both beautiful breasts in his palms, she moaned and rubbed her exposed pussy against his taunt belly.

“Please, Spike...” She murmured arching her lithe body in pleasure and he wondered if she even knew what she was asking for, but he did.

“Never have to beg me, Slayer.” He growled as he slid soapy hands over her breasts to trail over her golden belly and lower, spreading her thighs to his hands and eyes. “Such a pretty little pussy you have, baby. Gonna taste every hidden part of you later, but for now,” He slid nimble finger into the slick, pink flesh spread so prettily, sliding two fingers gently in and setting his thumb to her clit.

She arched against his hand, moaning, eyes feral now as passion overtook her, growling a little when he curled his fingers up slightly and slowly fucked her with them.

“Spike!” She cried out, setting up right suddenly and forcing his fingers in deeper.

He had one moment in which to see her eyes glow amber and her teeth elongate into fangs and then she was tipping his head back, biting deeply into the marks Dru had left a century ago.

“Mine!” She growled, greedily drinking him down before pulling her fangs out and laving the marks with her tongue.

“Yours.” He gasped out, cumming from just her bite and the feel of her pussy clenching and releasing around his still thrusting fingers. He slowly slipped his fingers from her warm body and tangled them in her long hair.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done now, Love?” He asked, but she didn’t hear as she was asleep again, the rapid changes taking place deep inside her, exhausting her.

He sighed, pulling them both from the tub and quickly drying them off. The sun was up now and pulling on him, he needed to sleep too and then they both would need to replace the blood that they lost. He carried her to what was now their bed and slid her in between cool sheets, slipping in behind her and spooning her against him. He kissed the top of her head, realizing even as he did so, that they hadn’t even had a proper kiss. He sighed again, snuggling her against him tighter, he hoped to hell that Lorne was right and that when she awakened she wouldn’t stake him. He hoped to hell that she would be able to love him, because he had a feeling he was halfway in love with her all ready.

A/N: This has not been beta'd, if you find any glaring, annoying mistakes please email me.

Chapter 5: Becoming Lovers

Buffy slowly awakened, stretching out her muscles and nuzzling into the hard chest beneath her cheek. She felt an arm tighten around her waist and a cool hand palmed her breast, causing her to moan and rub against it.

As the fog lifted from her mind the night’s events came rushing over her and she stilled, stiffening in Spike’s embrace. She very clearly recalled the despair she felt at having woke up alone the night before, the only sign of the vampire being his bag on the sofa. The longer she was alone the more despondent she became, nightmare images of Angel/Angelus causing chaos in her all ready stressed psyche. There had been no one to turn to, her love sent to hell by her hand, her mother forbidding her to return, Xander’s betrayal, it was all too much, and so when she had moved Spike’s bag and everything tumbled out, revealing a wicked-looking blade she had known what she had to do.

She hadn’t counted on Spike finding her still alive or his refusal to let her die. Her death had been the one thing he had always wanted, hadn’t it? She hadn’t counted on him caring enough to turn her and while at one time it was her worst nightmare, now she could only feel relief. The pain she had felt, that had brought her to this place, no longer existed inside her. No more duty, no more dying young, no more being chosen and if what her newly awakened senses were telling her, no more being alone. She was filled instead with the essence of Spike. She was mated and while the events leading up to the returned claim were hazy, she did vividly recall the way he made her feel in the bath, the way her demon responded to her Sire and his passion, and she had wanted more. She had wanted it forever. And now she had it, had him and while she didn’t love him yet, she wanted to try and she wanted to try and make him love her. She had seen the way he loved and it was beautiful. She wanted it for herself.

She opened her eyes to look at him and sighed. He was sleeping, chest still and quiet, like hers, that would take some getting used to, but she didn’t mind, she had all of eternity now. She giggled at the thought and threw her silky leg over Spike’s rougher thigh, rubbing it against him, her knee caressing him intimately. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her, but didn’t really know how. So she let her demon guide her. She slipped under the black comforter and down his body, licking a line from the hollow of his throat to the small indention of his belly button, where she teasingly dipped in her tongue. He squirmed, but otherwise didn’t wake up.

She continued nipping and tugging at the trail of fine dark hair that pointed the way to his groin, giggling again when his cock twitched and suddenly hardened, bumping against her chin.

“Oh, somebody wants to play,” she whispered, petting his length her demon cooing. The girl that remained inside of the being that now made Buffy was unsure of what to do, but she was eager to explore this man in which she now found herself married. The Slayer’s demon, however, knew just what do and proved it by enveloping the head of Spike’s shaft in her mouth. Buffy hummed at the salty, sweet taste of him, happy for the first time since her calling.

She smiled around his cock as he grunted and lifted up the covers to look at her, blue eyes sleepy and confused.

“Slayer, wha’?” His eyes widened as she swiped the flat of her tongue over the head of his cock before he collapsed back against his pillow, moaning in pleasure.

“Guess you’re not gonna stake me then?” He questioned voice choked, arching his hips off the bed as she enclosed him her mouth again and swirled her tongue over him like he was her favorite flavor of lollipop.

His words caused her to stop her ministrations and he whimpered as she let his erection slap his belly as she crawled out from under the covers and rested, arms folded against his chest. Her shining emerald eyes captured his blue ones and she looked at him seriously.

“I’m not going to stake you, Sire.” She purred, eyes flashing golden for a moment at the word. “I’m going to let you stake me.” She growled as she lifted her hips and impaled herself on his erect flesh. As his cool length filled her she gasped and lost control of her demon, tiny bumpies forming a small ridge on her brow, eyes shining feral amber and small, sharp fangs broke through tender pink sheaths.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Slayer.” He growled, his demon rushing to the fore in response to hers. He grasped her hips hard in his hands, claws scratching lightly drawing blood.

Buffy, threw her head back at the feel of him in her, gasping for breath she no longer needed, growling at the pleasure and the pain. She met his gaze, “What do I do now, Spike?”

He gave a rumbling little purr and rolled is hips under her, “Ride, baby, use your knees and ride me.”

She gained her knees beside his hips and tentatively rose off his turgid length, groaning at the slide of him in her tight flesh. She braced her self on his taunt belly, her sharp nails digging in slightly and pushed back down, taking him in until their rough curls met, and grinding her clit against him.

“Fuck, yeah, Slayer. Don’t stop!”

“Can’t, Sire, can’t stop. Not gonna, don’t wanna.” She grinned down at him, more confident now and rode him; pussy clenching around his achingly hard cock, breasts and gold hair bouncing with their movements.

Spike let her play, loving the sound of their flesh meeting with each thrust, the sweet scent of her arousal perfuming the air, the slickness of her cream coating his cock. This Buffy was one he could easily love. He had been afraid she would kill him, but here she was, fuckin’ the hell out of him, claiming him with her body.

He lost it at the thought, and roared, gripping her hips tighter and flipping her under him. He slid one hand down and under her thigh, jerking it roughly, spreading her open for deeper penetration.

“You’re mine, Buffy.” He used her name on purpose, so she would know he was serious. “Mine now, luv, and I will never give up what’s mine! Understand?”

She nodded her head, body trembling under the force of his words and pounding thrusts, “Yours! Only yours!” She tilted her chin, exposing his marks in offering.

He roared again at her surrender and shoved his suddenly spewing cock all the way into her pussy, his fangs slicing into her neck and his greedy mouth drinking her down. “MINE!”

Buffy screamed at his double penetration and came, pulsing muscles milking his length. She nuzzled her nose into his neck and purred loudly before biting down, “Yours!” She easily and gladly agreed, allowing her mouth to fill with rich Sire’s blood before swallowing greedily, helplessly making small noises at the delicious taste of him.

Buffy wrapped her arms and legs tightly around her mate, holding on as they both licked their marks and purred, hips still moving slowly in final pleasure.

Finally, Spike groaned and rolled to the side, bringing Buffy with him, never leaving the tight, wet heat of her.

“What now, Luv?” He asked quietly, after a long period of silence spent with loud thoughts tormenting him.

She moved back just enough to look at him, hazel eyes sparkling with happiness, and something he was afraid to put a name to. “Now, I wanna shop. I saw all that money in your bag, Mister and as your wife I’m entitled to some shopping goodness.”

She grinned at the surprised look on his face, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip with blunt teeth. “Then, I wanna get someone to eat, my tummy’s all grumbly.”

She pouted at him prettily, making him groan and his cock harden inside of her.

She gasped as he flipped her onto her back, once more cradled between her silken thighs.

He smirked at his ‘wife’, tongue firmly behind his teeth, and pulled his long, hard length almost all the way out of her grasping sheath. “Guess you should have thought of that before you stuck that pretty lip out at me, Luv.”

He chuckled and she moaned and pouted again as he begin a steady rhythm, “Oh, I love pouty, gonna get it, luv, gonna get it,” and he did.

Chapter 6: Becoming Buffy

A/N: My sincere thanks to Kari for the demon help and for the brainstorming. Because of you I have a much better idea of where this fic is going.

The sun was firmly set when the two lovers finally forced themselves out of the bed and dressed. Spike was a little anxious at what the night would bring. Sure Buffy had said she wanted ‘someone’ to eat, but would the Slayer that resided in her allow it? For that matter, would the Slayer allow him to hunt still? He had bagged it before, but his demon demanded the hunt, the kill and while he could control his bloodlust he wasn’t sure he was willing to give it up entirely. He mentally shrugged as they left the room hand in hand. Only time would tell.

The lobby of the hotel was milling with activity, demons checking in and out, couples and families going into the restaurant and bar. When the newly mated pair exited the elevator, time seemed to stop as everyone froze at the power roiling from the two blondes.

Spike gripped Buffy’s hand hard as he felt her stiffen and emit a low growl in her throat, eyes flashing between emerald green and demon amber. Through the claim he felt the Slayer in her go on full alert and through it he sent reassurance and control.

“Easy, Pet, no violence remember?”

She growled again in response clutching his hand for all she was worth, letting him help her gain control of her demon.

“I’m trying, Sire, they smell like meat!” She hissed at him.

Her eyes flashed again and he pulled her quickly through room, the crowd parting as if they sensed her lack of control. Demons smelled like meat to her. Well that answered one of his questions.

“Ok, Sweetheart, here we go.” He purred as they started down the street towards the boardwalk. Hunting both of demons and humans was readily accessible in Venice Beach. It was a haven for demons of all kinds, as well as humans that needed to lay low. Easy pickings for vampires and slayers.

He trailed behind his girl curious as to what she would do, admiring her ass in her tight little jeans. Fuck, she was hot. He adjusted his hard cock in his jeans, smirking as he studied the seductive sway of her hips. She instinctively led him into the darker parts of the city, down lonely streets and dark alleys, away from the oceanfront and into the canals.

She glanced back at him more for reassurance than the need to know he was there, she could feel him behind her, his blazing blue eyes wandering over her form almost a physical sensation, raising the small hairs on the back of her neck. She could smell him as well, but he didn’t smell of meat. He smelled of Sire and Mate, husband. She growled in lust at the thought of the things they did together in their bed, before turning her attention to the demon she scented just ahead of them.

Her dark clothing and silent, slinking walk allowed her to approach the feeding Kirata demon without alerting it to her presence. The demon was a hostile breed, often stealing small children on which to feed. The Slayer was incensed as the furry demon, belched and dropped the now dead little girl. With a roar she attacked, kicking it in the back, causing it to stumble...

Spike had stopped walking as soon as he saw her approach the Kirata demon, amazed that as she approached the demon her image blurred, and became less noticeable somehow her scent all but disappearing on the night air.

“Bloody buggerin’ fuck!” He exclaimed softly as he watched the ferociousness of her attack. She had the creature pinned to the ground with one booted foot and was twirling its long hair in her right hand, getting ever closer to its scalp.

Sharp claws snapped out of the demon’s golden hands as it pushed upwards, launching itself to its feet and throwing Buffy backwards. Spike thought his mate would falter or at least look annoyed, instead a wicked smile spread across her face.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” Buffy called, cupping her hands and waggling her fingers toward her chest, egging it on.

The creature growled and began to circle the smaller woman. “Slayer, Worried that I’ll snap your fragile human spine and have your mate beneath my thighs, little girl?” it asked in a purr.

Buffy was well aware of the allure that emanated from the golden tigress before her. All of that pale, golden fur would have looked sexy in some low rise jeans with a crème colored blouse, but the red and black vinyl lace up number it was wearing made the Kirata female seem like a hooker with a hormone problem. Buffy shook her head and her smile widened. “Not so worried. He’s a discriminating kind of a guy, knows cheap when he sees it.”

The Kirata hissed at the insult as it lunged at Buffy with razor sharp claws. Buffy arched her back, pulling her stomach away from the danger while swiping one leg out. There was a delightful ‘crunch’ as the Kirata’s knee snapped and the overgrown kitty cat went down. Spike had to squelch the urge to clap.

“Gee,” Buffy said, delivering a kick to the creature’s head, stunning it. “This is the second time I’ve had you on the ground. I’m beginning to think you just like it down there.” Buffy placed her foot firmly against the Kirata’s stomach, holding her in place.

The Kirata tried once again to push against the asphalt and send her assailant flying, but this time Buffy was ready for her. “Tsk, tsk,” Buffy said, wagging a finger right outside of the Kirata’s snapping jaws. “I learn from my mistakes; you won’t be throwing me off again. You should be smart and learn from yours…” Buffy ground her foot down until she felt something give way inside her prey. “When you were free, you really should have run.”

The creature tried to spit at Buffy, defiant to the last, but unfortunately all it got was Buffy’s other foot in its mouth.

Spike watched as his mate made a twist and then a jerking motion with her foot, breaking the Kirata’s jaw. “Damn,” Spike remarked. “That has got to hurt.”

“I’ll just be a minute, baby,” Buffy called to him.

Spike watched in complete fascination as Buffy leaned slowly over with both hands and held the Kirata down by the shoulders. Then she leveraged herself, releasing her feet to slide down the creature’s body until she lay along it. It was a movement so completely foreign, so very unearthly, that Spike couldn’t help wondering what he had created. It was also dead sexy, sending a shot of lust straight to his groin.

And it wasn’t over. He felt a slight pull at the center of his being that let him know his mate had shifted into her demon form. It wasn’t something he’d ever felt with Drusilla or Angelus. It was a far more elemental response than he’d had with his vampire family, proving further that he was deeply connected to his childe. The pungent scent of demon blood filled the night air and Spike realized that Buffy was drinking her fill, nuzzling the Kirata’s soft, furry neck as she took its life-blood.

Buffy savored each pull of the exotic blood that was not so willingly running down her throat. This was so much better than human food. It tasted of life in a way that a slab of roast beef simply could not. This was passion, hatred, hope, sorrow, love, joy, and fear all rolled in one. Now she knew why vampires enjoyed the kill so very much. It wasn’t just about death. It went beyond that. She heard and felt the heart beat stop, and she pulled away, sheathing her fangs as her features smoothed out once again. Then she looked at her mate.

“Your turn,” she said saucily, coming to her feet in once fluid motion.

“Enjoy that, pet?” Spike asked, wanting nothing more to throw her against the nearest wall and pound into her, but he had a feeling his girl wasn’t done yet. She’d said ‘your turn,’ and he was more than a tad curious to see exactly what she meant by that.

Buffy ran a tongue along the top of her lip. “Mmm… More than enjoyed, but it isn’t right that I have this full tummy while my poor Spike goes hungry.” She walked over to him and ran a hand up his back until her fingers could play in the hair at the nape of his neck. Then she pulled his head forward, capturing his lips with her own.

Spike had tasted the occasional demon and had never found them particularly appealing, but somehow the blood he could taste on the lips of his mate stirred his appetite. “Guess I could do with a little something,” he admitted.

Buffy laughed as she pulled away from him. “Leave it to me, baby, after all it’s what a good wife does.” She was starting to feel delightfully domesticated, providing for her man. She giggled and turned around and took off into the welcoming night, leaving Spike to chase after her.

There was so much to choose from. Funny, how as the Slayer she couldn’t sense the good and evil in people. Now it was easy. Every human had an aura as well as a distinct scent. The two attributes mingled, reaching her newly awakened senses and allowing her to tell a hell of a lot about each and everyone she passed. There didn’t appear to be a lot of good in the world or at least in this section of it.

A tall, unassuming man came out a store with blacked out windows carrying a brown paper bag. Buffy trained her senses onto both the man and the bag. Big evil. The bag not so much, just some hemp rope and some beeswax. She couldn’t smell the scent of another human coming off him, indicating that whatever he was up to he had yet to find a victim.

He crossed the street and Buffy followed. She could feel Spike a good distance behind her, giving her the space she needed for her hunt. After a few blocks the man reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. It was now or never. She let that otherness come over her, the one she’d first used when attacking the Kirata. It was as if the entire world was put on slow motion but her. In the blink of an eye she was standing beside the man.

“Hey, mister,” she asked in her best dumb, little girl voice. “You got any money I could borrow?” She licked her lips, eyes wide and innocent, making sure he could see down into the barely buttoned white oxford.

The man’s jaw clenched in irritation. Then he turned cold, haughty eyes down on her. “Try not to be so easy. It’s horribly disappointing. Young girls today just don’t seem to have any decorum whatsoever.”

Buffy could see that he had shifted the bag so that he could use his left hand to reach into his other pocket. She let her demon face come forth. “Don’t go grabbing a weapon. I so don’t want to kill you before my mate can eat you.”

All the color drained from the man’s face as the bag fell to the ground at his feet. His jaw worked a few times as if he was going to say something. Buffy tried to be patient. She knew last words were important and all, but he couldn’t seem to form anything coherent. So she just shrugged and grabbed him by the back of the neck.

She turned as searched the busy street, keeping hold of him as she moved into the stillness, letting the world slow down around her. Everything drained into a black and white as she searched out her mate. She followed the pull of the bond until a lovely swirl of pulsing blue stood out in stark relief. Mate.

Spike was sure no one else would have been able to see her, not even another vamp. She was moving like she had before, it was almost as if she was moving out of reality. Her eyes were reflecting what little light this section of the city held, looking entirely inhuman. She was fucking beautiful. And she’d brought dinner.

“Thanks, luv,” he said with a smirk, sucking in his cheeks a bit, knowing from their many fights that it made her go weak in the knees. Not that he’d used it… much.

Buffy handed him the now struggling human. “It’s my pleasure, Sire.” And it was. She watched in delight as Spike’s face shifted and he tore into the man’s jugular, her panties becoming drenched as he fed. Who knew death could be such a turn on?

Chapter 7: Becoming Busted

Spike dropped the now dead man to the street and took Buffy’s outstretched hand, feeling the rush of wind as she moved them from the scene and finally stopped in an alleyway, shoving him up against the wall of a tattoo and piercing shop and crushing her mouth to his.

He groaned at the feel of her slight weight against him and ground his aching erection into the softness between her thighs. He wanted nothing more than to take what she was so obviously offering, but refused to take his mate in a dark alley. He raked his fingers through the soft, blonde length of her hair and over her back, rubbing soothing circles there, a soft rumbling coming from his chest as he gentled their kiss. He felt the tension slowly leave her, leaving her limp and humming against his hard body. “That’s it, Sweetheart, relax, Spike’s got you.” He hugged her tighter, cursing himself as his cock protested his actions, but continued soothing her nevertheless. Buffy trembled slightly in his arms as the demon receded and left her more in control. She started to cry, “Spike! I don’t understand what’s happening to me!” She buried her face in the soft material of his t-shirt and sobbed.

“It’s okay, Love. You’re like a fledging right now, yeah? You’ll learn to control the demon, its just gonna take time. I’ll be here to help you and so will Lorne.”

She sniffled, looking up at him with watery green eyes, “Lorne?”

“Yeah, some green demon, with red horns, direct line to the Powers that Be.”

“Oh, ok.” She thought about that for a minute and then, “Spike, promise me something. Promise? You won’t leave?”

He brushed the tears from under her eyes with soft fingers, “Promise. I don’t leave, Buffy. Was with Dru for a hundred years, yeah? Won’t leave my girl now, either.”

She smiled shakily at him, “K, thank you, Sire.”

“Welcome, Pet. Now c’mon, let’s go do that shopping that you feel you’re entitled to as my ‘wife’.” He teased, trying to get a smile.

Her eyes lit up and a full smile spread over her face, “Ohhh, shopping, I forgot! I must’ve really been upset!”

Spike laughed and caught her hand in his, leading her from the alley.

“So, Spike? Does jewelry come with this whole mating thingy?”

~~

The two lovers entered the near empty hotel lobby just before dawn, laden with packages and grins and with Buffy sporting a brand new diamond wedding band. As they entered the quiet lobby and pressed the button to summon the elevator they fell into one another kissing and giggling.

The doors slid open with an almost silent whoosh and the two fell inside, dropping bags and reaching for each other.

Buffy moaned when Spike crushed his mouth to hers, pushing her back against the wall, “Now, where were we earlier, Luv?” He growled, hiking up the short plaid skirt that replaced her jeans during their shopping expedition, and giving a rumbling purr as he found her without knickers.

“Oh, naughty, kitten,” he purred as his fingers slid into her welcome heat and she moaned into his mouth, “ Sorry, Luv, but this is gonna be quick.”

She moaned her approval and thrust her hips against him, impaling herself on his fingers, all the while frantically working to free his erection from the tight confines of his jeans. His cock all but fell into her hand as she released him and she shifted trying to get him between her legs, mewling at the wait.

He growled again, demanding that she hold still and she froze in his hands as the tip of his cock pierced her slick folds, crying out as he swiftly entered her. Her lower back kept time with his thrusts against the cool hard wall of the elevator as he violently and relentlessly pounded her towards orgasm.

“Oh, Spike, don’t stop, fuck me, Baby, harder.” She moaned, licking the side of his neck, blunt teeth biting at her marks.

He groaned into her neck and lifted her higher, hands on her sweet little ass, changing the angle of penetration and causing her to cry out again as he rubbed her clit over and over with the slide of his cock. She bucked against him and screamed at the pleasure of it, her human features rippling into that of the demon. She growled and dug suddenly sharp claws into leather, careful not to rip and tear the precious duster.

Her response called forth his own demon and he smashed his fanged mouth against her own, groaning and thrusting into her wet heat harder as their combined blood flooded his tongue. He felt his balls clench and sent one hand between them to find and viciously tug on her erect button.

She screamed again throwing her head back against the wall and that was it for him. He growled again and bit deeply into her throat, gulping in his greed for the taste of her. He shoved his cock in her tight pussy as far as possible and let go, his release shooting deep inside her grasping flesh.

Buffy growled at the double penetration and fiercely yanked his head up, exposing his throat for her pleasure, she roared as she felt her orgasm begin and slipped her fangs into her marks on his neck.

“Mine!’ She growled, once more renewing their bond, her pussy milking his spewing cock.

“Yours.” Was all he could say as he rested weakly against her now lax form.

A rolling purr sounded in the small enclosure; one masculine and one feminine, interspersed with soft suckling and mewling noises as they each tended to their mate’s mark. When the elevator doors slid open on their floor the two barely noticed, each still lost in the passion of their mate. Neither did they notice the green demon waiting for them.

“Well, well, my little crumpets, if we’re all baked and buttered, what say you to a little chat?”

~

Buffy was glad she was dead; otherwise she was sure that she would be as red as Spike’s silk shirt. As it was, she refused to lift her head from where her face was currently buried in her mate’s chest.

Spike damn him, was stroking her hair and back soothingly all the while chuckling like a hyena on crack. She was sure the green demon was still smirking at them knowingly and she was also very aware that, due to her lack of underwear, that their joint spendings were leaving a stain on Spike’s jeans. Served him right, laughing asshole.

She weakly hit his shoulder with a closed fist and his chuckle turned to a rumbling purr, soothing her. She turned her burning face towards the Power’s voice.

“What now?” She asked quietly, serious and she felt the change come over her husband as well, purr stopping and strong hands gripping her tighter against him, making her feel safe and loved.

It was amazing to her that in less than a month her whole life had changed. Her lover had become her enemy and her enemy had become her life. She pressed a firm kiss against his chest, where his ripped open shirt exposed the silky alabaster flesh and her hands clutched him against her, letting him know that he necessary.

Lorne dropped the smirk and smiled at them, “Well, my two love doves, it’s like this. Buffy you are no longer the Slayer, or should I say, no longer simply the Slayer.” He watched them carefully to see how the news would impact them. Other than nodding her head and the small, tender kiss the blond vampire gave it, they didn’t move.

“When you decided you liked your blood better on the outside of your body,” he paused and threw her a look, “you threw the guys upstairs for a loop.”

Buffy glared at him for a moment at the reminder, “I refuse to apologize.” She stated firmly, all the while trying to bury herself inside of Spike. She winced at how tight he was now holding her. It was her turn to smooth her hands over his back soothingly.

She began speaking again, “The girl that I was just two days ago, that Buffy? Well she was desperate. She had done nothing but fight for the last two years. She watched her mentor die, her lover turn into a monster, her mother turn her back on her and after sending said lover to hell, found out that one of her best friends betrayed her.”

She paused and took an unnecessary deep breath, allowing her mate to tend to her, nuzzling his mark, and calming her emotions. “That girl had run away with the one creature that probably loathed her more than she loathed herself. That girl was alone and all ready dying inside, she just needed to make the pain stop the only way she knew how.”

She had to stop again as sobs over took her. She clung to Spike as he rocked her. They hadn’t really talked about the events leading up to their mating, her feelings or his upon finding her.

He tipped her head up gently, so that he could see into her eyes and used his thumbs to brush away the moisture he found there. “When I saw you there, love, I thought my heart would beat again from fear and shock.” He placed a chaste kiss on her mouth. “My enemy, my Slayer...mine. I knew I had to save you.”

In turn she cupped his face in her small hands, using delicate fingertips to wipe away tears that he didn’t know were steadily falling from iridescent blue eyes, his heart clearly reflected there.

“Have I thanked you?” She murmured, leaning in to gently nibble at his full lower lip. He made a noise between a groan and a growl that she took to mean no. “Thank you, Sire.” She breathed reverently into his mouth before engaging his lips in a long, drawn-out dance with hers.

Lorne smiled indulgently at the pair until he saw William’s hand slide along Buffy’s bare leg and slip under her skirt. He cleared his throat loudly. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, its time for explanations. Why don’t the two of you get cleaned up and I’ll order in breakfast and we’ll talk?”

They broke their kiss reluctantly and nodded. Spike looked at the empath, “Sorry, Mate. Didn’t mean to get all emotional on you, yeah? We’ll be right back.”

He stood, Buffy still in his arms and snagged his duffel before shutting the two of them away in the bath. The bag hit the floor and he perched Buffy on the edge of the vanity, stepping between her legs and hugging her to him.

“God, love. Thought I’d lost you before I even realized that you were everything I’d ever wanted.” He planted desperate kissed all over her face. He shrugged his shoulders allowing his torn shirt to fall from them when she pushed them off, stepping out of his shoes even while she unbuttoned and started shoving at his jeans. He left the clothes where they fell, stepping away from her to turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature as hot as they could both stand it.

When he turned back to her, her clothes had joined his and he carefully lifted her up and stepped into the shower with her. His need for her was urgent and he coaxed her to turn her back to his chest, pressing her hands against the Italian marble and using his knee to spread her legs. He took himself in hand, rubbing the head of his cock through the slick cream on her pussy lips before promising himself and her that the next time they made love it would be slow and sweet instead of this clawing need.

She rubbed herself against him and moaned, “Spike?” When he didn’t immediately enter her.

He shushed her, stepping closer, leaning over her back to nuzzle her neck, even as he guided his throbbing erection into her tight, wet hole. He shuddered at the feel of her flesh enveloping him, tight muscles fluttering to adjust to his size in this new position. He purred, his chest against her back, becoming louder when she tipped her head allowing him access to his marks. He growled, bones crackling as his demon slid forward and his fangs pierced her neck just as his hips began to thrust heavily.

Buffy moaned at the double penetration, her own demon sliding forward in response to her husband, clawed hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick wall, she finally grasped the towel bar and held on as his demon forced their bodies into a pounding rhythm. She gasped as his cock struck her deep inside over and over and immediately began coming in a long, never-ending wave, milking his thrusting length.

He tore his fangs from her throat and growled loudly, claws digging into her hips as his climax quickly built, his hard belly slapping against the soft curve of her ass again and again. He felt his balls tighten as she came on his cock again and again squeezing him almost painfully with muscles he had no idea existed. He sent one hand on a foray over her flat belly to slide into the neatly trimmed curls guarding her pussy and twisted her clit sharply. She screamed at the pleasure pain of it and tightened on him further, bringing him off.

He plunged fangs back into her neck, roaring as his cock spewed. “Mine!” He growled, reinitiating their claim.

She bucked her hips hard throwing him off and dropped to her knees, sucking his still spending cock into her mouth, drinking him down. She massaged his still clenching balls with careful claw-tipped hands, licking and sucking at him, cleaning him of every drop. When he stopped coming and slumped, boneless, against the shower wall, she pulled away from him and sunk her fangs into his inner thigh, causing him to moan and his cock to swell again. She fisted him while she drank his sweet blood, mewling as she quickly brought him off again.

She released both his cock and thigh at the same time, languidly licking her marks with her slightly rough tongue and looked up at him with glazed, passion filled jade eyes, “Yours, always. Mine?”

He sobbed at the look of pure love on her face, having never seen anyone look at him like that, before dropping to his knees and gathering her in trembling arms. He took her blood-coated lips with his, tongue seeking out the secrets inside her mouth, tasting him—his blood, his come. He pulled away with a nip to her pouty mouth, “Yours, forever.”

Chapter 8: Becoming: Guardians of the Light

By the time they made it out of the shower and were dressed again, Lorne had set their small table with a variety of foods both human and blood. Buffy was surprised, but pleased that the food she loved still tasted wonderful to her and that her mate also loved to eat regular human food. In the time she had spent with Angel, he rarely even let her see him feed off blood, let alone real food.

Lorne had brought an assortment of breakfast foods for Buffy to try as well as a piece of cheesecake, the latter in which Buffy had practically snatched from his hand. Spike, well versed in human consumption, was happily dunking a rolled pancake in blood, causing Buffy to curl her nose in a small ‘eww’ face, to which the vampire merely shrugged and dunked away telling her not to knock it until she tried it.

Lorne allowed them to eat and have a cup of coffee before settling himself back in his chair, tossing his napkin aside. “Well, kiddies, it’s time to talk.”

Buffy, having all ready licked her fork clean and having caused her mate to squirm uncomfortably in his chair at the action, sighed and stood, circling the table to curl on her Spike’s lap, his arms secure about her, before motioning for the green demon to continue.

“Okay my little love muffins, here’s the sitch. Buffy as you may have guessed from tonight’s demonstration, you are not exactly a vampire despite the ridges and fangs.” He paused, waiting for her to nod her head and then continued. “You are, in fact, more pure Slayer than you were before. When the Master killed you and you were brought back, it allowed for the Slayer to take on a stronger role than before. You were a little less Buffy and a little bit more Slayer—ironically, it was this that let you defeat Angelus. Your Slayer side didn’t feel the attachment for Angel that the girl in you did and as such didn’t have the same emotional hang-ups.”

Buffy’s eyes were wide with all that the empath demon was saying and she cuddled closer to her mate seeking reassurance. Spike’s arms had tightened around her at the mention of Angel wanting to protect her against still raw memories.

“When the Power’s saw that your emotions had allowed the girl to push the Slayer back and you attempted to take your own life, they stepped in.” He smiled gently at the Slayer, not wanting to embarrass her or cause her anymore upset. “They told me to have Spike sing,” He paused again when the girl’s eyes widened comically and she shot a look at her mate. “Which he does quite well, I might add, and during his delightful Ramones’ interpretation, I was gifted a vision telling me what was happening and what needed to be done.”

He paused again, switching his attention to the blond vampire. “You know most of what was in the vision, however, what you don’t know, is that now that you have drank from your third Slayer, you have been...well infected is not exactly the term I would use, but for all intents and purposes, that’s what has occurred.”

He held up his hand at the blond’s shout of, ‘Bloody hell!’ waiting until Spike had settled Buffy back on his lap after having almost dumped her on the floor. “Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds and I think you’ll be happy with the perks.”

“What the bleedin’ hell are you talkin’ about, Mate? Infected? Like a bloody disease or what?” Spike growled, blue eyes flashing gold.

Lorne censured him with a look, “It is, in fact, like a ‘blood’ disease. Buffy’s blood, as well as the blood from your previous Slayer’s has transformed your blood and your demon’s blood into something more—and although you are still a vampire, you’re also now part Slayer.”

He waited, sure there would be another outburst, but continued when the blondes in front of him were silent, staring at him mouths agape, eyes wide. “While you still need to drink human blood to live and you can still be killed in the normal ways, I think you’ll find that holy objects and sunlight will no longer bother you. I also believe that this true ‘blood exchange’ is why the two of you feel more connected—like you’ve been together forever rather than just a few days. Buffy, you now carry a part of Spike’s demon and Spike carries a part of the Slayer.”

“Bloody hell!” Spike’s exclamation was only a whisper now; he turned somewhat confused eyes on his lovely mate, “Love?” She nodded, her own eyes tear-glazed and stood, taking his hand and leading him gently towards the heavily covered windows.

Still holding his hand, Buffy looked at him, “Ready, baby?” When her husband nodded, she slowly pulled the drapes back, allowing sun to fall on her handsome mate for the first time in over a century. She gasped, a sound she heard echoed by their green companion, as she saw the beauty of Spike in sunlight. Although he was wincing against the brightness of the day after having lived in the darkness for so long, she thought him beautiful. His eyes were bluer, hair blonder, and his pale alabaster skin was radiant.

Tears filled Spike’s eyes as he released Buffy’s hand and took a trembling step forward to rest both hands on the sun warmed glass, “Bloody fuckin’ hell...” he exclaimed, as his tears broke free and rolled down sculpted cheeks. He turned to look at his mate, “This is...” He trailed off again, really having no words for the glory of it.

His mate shakily laughed, tears on her own face, nodding her head and smiling—glad not only for her husband, but also because she wouldn’t have to give up the sun. She stepped closer and cupped his face in her palm, gently swiping at his tears with her thumb, “I wanna make love with you, right here on the floor, with the sun pouring over us.”

She laughed when he growled and stepped towards her, closing the small distance between them and grabbing her. She stopped him with a firm hand on his chest. “Not just yet, baby,” She rubbed her hips against his growing arousal. “I want to get the rest of the story from Lorne first. Then I promise...” She leaned up on tip-toes and whispered in his ear all the things she wanted to do to him, wanted him to do to her.

His eyes widened further the longer she spoke until he grabbed her and crushed his mouth to hers in a hard, growling kiss. He broke away and pulled her behind him back to the chair they had previously vacated, “Right then, let’s get this show on the road, gotta girl to ravage.”

Lorne wiped his eyes with his handkerchief, sniffling a little at the display of pure happiness and love he had just been privileged to witness. “You two are just so cute. I told you it would be okay, William.” He stated standing just as there was a knock at the door.

Chapter 9: Guardians of Light 2

A/N: Okay guys, short explainy chapter and then we'll jump back into the action/spuffy porn!

“Ahhh,” the green demon stated rising. “That’ll be Doyle. He’s apart of this as well.” He opened the door and stood aside, allowing the handsome Irishman inside.

Buffy’s eyes flashed and her nostrils flared briefly, before she settled back against her mate, “You’re welcome here, Brachen.” She growled, and then turned wide, confused eyes onto her mate, whom was looking at her with his mouth agape.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Spike growled at the empath, drawing his scared mate closer him, a rumbling purr sounded in the room and the other two watched as the small Slayer relaxed against Spike’s chest, sighing contentedly despite the strange happenings.

Lorne resumed his seat and motioned for Doyle to as well. “I was getting to that. I told you that Buffy was no longer only the Slayer. This is apart of that elevation. She is the Guardian of Light.”

He paused once more, as two confused voices sounded out.

“What?”

“That’s impossible! There hasn’t been a bleedin’ guardian in centuries, Mate.”

“Buffy,” Lorne stated calmly, “give me a moment to explain.” He told the blonde girl and she nodded. He addressed Spike first.

“So, you have heard of the Guardian then, what do you know about them?”

“Only what I learned while researching Slayers,” He replied somewhat sheepishly, throwing Buffy an apologetic look. “That originally the girl chosen to be the Slayer was inhabited by a demon similar to a vampire demon and that pure demon merged with the girl to make her stronger and faster—deadly and that once merged, she had both a demon and human form, like vampires. She was called upon by the Powers to guard the humans and given special gifts to do this job, that’s ‘bout all I know ‘bout Guardians. I do also know, that when the first Slayer was killed the old men of her village tried to harness the power of the Slayer, but that something was lost in the transition. The next Slayer was strong and could do the job she was created for, but that she lost her demon form, each generation becoming less and less demon and more girl, until we have the Slayers we have today, mostly girl and not much demon.”

Buffy goggled at her mate, amazed at his knowledge. “Wow, how come Giles didn’t know this stuff?” She questioned.

“Buffy, Sweetheart, the old village men were the beginnings of the council. They weren’t likely to share that they had used a demon to make the first Slayer now, would they? I figure the council only tells their watchers what they want them to know: train, kill vampires, blah, blah...”

Lorne jumped back in, “He’s right, Buffy. You’re research must have been very thorough, William, there are not many sources available on how the first Slayer was created.” He smirked at the blond vamp.

“Yeah, well, you tell anyone and I’ll...”

“Whoa, hold on their cupcake, I’m not telling anyone, I’m just impressed.” He turned back to Buffy. “When the Master killed you and you were dead for a few minutes before being brought back, it gave the Slayer demon the opportunity it needed to fully merge with the girl again. It has since waited within you for the chance to fully emerge. When you tried to...well, I don’t want to dwell on that, but it gave the Powers a chance to put things right again. You are pure Slayer—much closer to what the first Slayer was with a little extra from William’s demon. The Powers are now calling on you to be a Guardian once more, but unlike the your ancestor, you are truly immortal now, as is William since he has drank from you and claimed you. There are other perks, for example, the sunlight thing, and like what you did with Doyle, you will be able to sense the intent within a demon or a person. You and William are now charged with carrying out justice in order to preserve the balance.”

Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike thinking about everything the green demon had told them. “So, last night, when I could feel the badness in that demon and in the magic user...what we did to them was, justice?” She asked, but was nodding her head. “I knew they were evil and I knew what had to be done...just like with Doyle...” She trailed off and looked at the Irishman. “You said Doyle has a part in this. How?”

“Doyle has pledged service to the Powers, for what reason, well that’s his tale to tell. As far as you are concerned, he gets visions—people in trouble, evil afoot, all that. He will report these to you and you will carry out justice by fighting the good fight and disposing of whatever evil is trying to wreck the balance.”

“Oi! What of me? I’m evil, I don’t play for the white hats...” Spike began, demon forward. Buffy turned towards him and kissed his fangy mouth, slipping her agile tongue between his sharp incisors and twirling it around his. Her hands were busy also; slipping under his tight black t-shirt and scraping over tight little male nipples all the while she rubbed her ass against his growing hard-on. His demon slipped away and she ended the kiss, giving him a hot pointed look.

He drew in an unneeded breath, “Right then, we’ll fight the good fight, for puppies and, and...Christmas and shagging.”

Buffy smiled at him and turned back to the forgotten others, “Sorry, about that, just had to remind my husband why its good to fight the good fight.” She chirped perkily.

The empath chuckled, “For now, the two of you will operate out of the hotel, the suite is yours for as long as you need it. You can pick up extra cash by taking regular cases if you want and by helping out in the bar like Doyle. However, William, I think you’ll find your account in the vault here is very healthy and unlikely to run out.” He winked at the vampire as Spike nodded his understanding and appreciation. It was nice to know that the money he had taken from Angelus after the poof had left them was still readily available.

Doyle smiled at the couple. “I’m honored to work with you, Guardians. I don’t think our path will be an easy one, but I do think it will be worthwhile. Buffy, I do need to warn you, while I’ve not had any specific visions regarding the hellmouth, I’ve been told that somethins’ brewin’ there. The council has located the new Slayer from Kendra’s line and she’s been sent there, but somethin’ is happenin’ with the big guys upstairs. You’ve not seen the back of Sunnydale that’s for sure.”

With that, both demons left the suite leaving Buffy and Spike alone and with more questions than answers.

Chapter 9: Becoming Guardians Interlude

Buffy stretched like a large cat in the patch of sunlight that streamed over their bed. Giggling lightly as the bed moved as her mate climbed back in and crawled up her body slowly, licking and nibbling each bit of tasty flesh. She loved that he always awoke her like this—making love to her as the afternoon sun caressed their cool flesh with warmth and light. They spent as much down time as possible on the beach and as a result were no longer pale, a light golden hue made their blond hair lighter and their skin glow. Months had passed since their elevation and they spent every evening hunting, sometimes demons or humans that Doyle had had visions of, sometimes on their own—paying cases such as body guarding or kidnappings. Their unlives were complete: marraige, career, and a new family in Lorne and Doyle.

“You awake, Sweetling?” He purred against her breasts, sucking first one and then the other rosy nipple into his mouth. She moaned as he slid back down and lingered at her waist, dipping his tongue in the small indention of her belly button, tonguing and pulling gently on the belly ring there.

He could never leave it alone, not since the first night she had surprised him with it. It was a silver stake about two inches long and engraved with his name. She had teased him about the fact that she now had a stake with his name on it. The next evening he had surprised her by getting a small tattoo of her name in flowing script in a little red heart on the base of his cock, telling her that he now had a stake with her name on it. She had showed him her appreciation of the gesture with her tongue and by letting him stake her repeatedly.

She moaned again as he moved even lower, lips nuzzling the soft curls covering her mound, hands cupping her breasts, and fingers rolling and pinching aching nipples. She felt a gush of wetness as his nose and mouth found their way in between the folds of her pussy and she reached blindly for the brass rails of their bed, back arching in pleasure at his ministrations.

He was always so good to her, always seeing to her pleasure first, she lost the thought even as it occurred to her as he abandoned her breasts to hold her open for his searching tongue. He used his thumbs to spread her open for their pleasure, swirling his tongue first around the ripe little bud of her sex before licking downward and thrusting into her slick channel.

She felt rather than saw him let the demon out as the silky smoothness of his cool tongue became longer and rougher and she screamed out her pleasure of him, “Yes, Baby, yes!”

Her strong thighs clenched around his head as all teasing stopped and he ate her with relish. He growled and roughly shoved her legs apart, holding her down with claw-tipped fingers as he sucked, licked and bit at her. He gripped her hips as he licked her clit over and over with the flat of his demon tongue. She gripped the headboard tight enough to bend the rails as he thrust his tongue back inside her and used the leverage to ride him as her orgasm tore through her body, her pussy convulsing around his tongue over and over.

His snarl was her only warning as he tightened his hold and flipped her over causing her to reverse her grip on the headboard. He kneed her legs wider and bent over her back his hands sliding over hers and holding on as his he dipped his hips and plunged his cock into her drenched folds. Twin cries sounded in the otherwise silent room as their bodies danced to music that only they could hear. The sun spilled across their writhing forms enveloping them in warmth and light as he thrust into her again and again, hard and fast wringing another crashing orgasm from her depths.

With whimpering growl at the feel of her he pulled from her body and turned her around, sliding them down into the bed and back into her in one move. Her feral amber eyes shined up at him and she bared her neck as his thrusting sped up once more racing for his completion.

The sight of her demon submitting, offering her to him caused him to spend with a soft cry as he buried his face in her throat and savagely bit into his marks, drinking her down. He cried out again, his hips jerking hard against her as he felt her fangs pierce his neck and she languorously sipped from him. Their hips moved together for a long time, each not wanting to relinquish the pleasure of their joining. Marks were laved and nipped and kissed as words of love poured from the mated couples lips until finally they were silent, holding one another, each with tears of completion in shining eyes.

Their peace, however, was not for long as someone pounded on their door and Doyle’s voice broke the silence of the room. “Buffy, Spike! Get your arses up and meet in me in the lobby, geared up and ready to go! We got the call for Sunnydale!”

Chapter 10: Becoming Homeward Bound

Neither of the lovers spoke as they packed quickly. They were both silent for different reasons. Buffy because of all that she left behind: a mother, a Watcher and her friends, not to mention the ghost of her dead lover. Spike was silent because of his fear of losing Buffy to her mates. He knew realistically that he shouldn’t be. She was a part of him—his childe, his mate, his wife, but she had been theirs much longer than she had been his and well he had always been a fool for love.

Buffy tossed her bag on their unmade bed and turned to her husband. “Spike, stop it.”

He looked at her, “Wha’?” He tried to bluff his way out of it.

She stepped to him and encircled his neck with her arms, pleased when he dropped his bag and twined his arms around her waist. “I can feel you, you know. You don’t need to worry.” She dropped her left hand to his and lifted it, entwining their fingers so that their wedding bands touched. “I’m yours, Baby, heart, body, mind and...well if I have a soul, that’s yours too. They can’t touch that, us.”

“I know, love, deep inside I know, just havin’ a bit a trouble wrappin’ my head around it. Same goes for you, you know?” She nodded, and he bent his head to meet her lips, kissing for a long moment, pouring every feeling they had into it.

When their lips finally parted, they each picked up a bag and left their suite, hands still clasped tightly.

~

Buffy lolled in the back seat, head on her mate’s lap, feet propped on the rolled down window. Having gotten her way, Doyle drove with care, and the threat of having his entrails ripped out, Spike’s new baby, a luxurious BMW X5. And she had only had to promise her Big Bad husband a blowjob if he would sit back there with her. Having satisfied that requirement and her husband, she was now tapping her pink painted toes on the car door along with the music and nearly purring as Spike ran his fingers through her honey blonde hair, lightly scratching her scalp with every stroke.

“So, Mates,” He began, voice low and rough with satisfaction. “Wha’s so important in good ole Sunnyhell that we have to go there? Doesn’ hold the best memories for either of us.”

Lorne shifted uncomfortable in his seat, still more than a little miffed and not a little turned on at the blonds’ unbelievable behavior. He glanced at Doyle, signally the half-demon to do the explanation.

Doyle, achingly hard and no relief in sight, grumped, “Neither does this road trip.” Responding to the blond vampire’s last comment. He sighed; he just knew the vampire was smirking at him invisibly in the rearview mirror.

“I don’t have a lot of information at this point. Just that evil is rising, goin’ to try and suck the world into hell and all.” He frowned as he thought of the vague vision. “The new Slayer is involved, not sure how and not sure on which side she’s goin’ to come down on. He sensed his blond Mistress give him her attention. “Also, there’s something about ascension and a giant snake demon.”

“Snakes! Ewwww!” Buffy scrunched up her face causing her mate to chuckle at the cuteness of it.

“Sweetheart, you face slimy, hairy, pock-ridden demons every night—how’s this one going to be any different?”

She pouted, “Don’t know, just is.” She grinned internally as her husband’s eyes glazed over with lust.

“Oh, look at that lip, gonna…” He trailed off as he put thought to action and bent over to capture her sweet mouth with his.

Doyle and Lorne shot each other an incredulous look, “Lips off the woman, Vampire!” Lorne shouted, attempting to stop car sex round two.

They pulled apart slowly and unapologetically. “You were sayin’?” Spike drawled, running his hands under Buffy's pink baby tee and cupping a braless breast, pleased when she mewled and pushed her hard-tipped nipple into his palm.

"I didn't know vampires could get ADD,” Doyle snarked at the pair. “Anyway, along with what the vision said, the word in the bar the past few days is that Trick and his gang are in Sunny D,” He broke off when the British vampire snorted.

He snorted, ignoring the Brachen's complaining, “Figures. No good has ever come from that lot. Ran into him in New York in the seventies, pretentious git, he is. Has a thing for Slayers.” It was his turn to pout at the thought of that. He was the Slayer of Slayers.

Buffy giggled at the look on her mate’s face, easily reading his thoughts, “It’s okay, Baby. You’re still the best Big Bad.” She did a half sit-up and smacked his lips with hers.

The half-demon continued as if he wasn’t interrupted, “True, so you can bet if he’s in Sunnydale he’s there for the other Slayer. Kind of convenient that he’d be there just as this whole ascension thing is going down.”

“So, what? He’s involved in this whole, snaky demony thing?” Buffy questioned, urging Spike to continue playing with her nipples as he had stopped when Doyle had mentioned the other vampire.

Spike complied, smirking when she pulled his duster over her prone body to hide his actions. “You can count on it, Sweetheart. Trick is always for hire.”

She hid a moan by burying her face in his belly, arching her back in pleasure as he shoved her skirt up under the duster and delved between her legs. Getting herself under control she said, “So, all we have to do is find out who hired him and take them out.” Her body shuddered as his searching fingers slid into her wet folds and she bit back a cry.

Making sure his face remained impassive he replied, “Exactly. Hey, mates, let’s have some music, yeah?” He allowed a smirk to cross his face at the irony as Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me blasted out of the BMW’s sound system, covering up the soft mewls of his wife as he returned the favor from earlier.

“Pour Some Sugar On Me” Def Leppard: Hysteria (1987)
(Clark/Collen/Elliott/Lange/Savage)

Step inside (Walk this way)
You and me babe (Hey, hey!)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Huh!

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
(Be your man)
Hey! Hey!
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah
Hey!
C'mon

(BRIDGE)
Take a bottle
Shake it up
Break the bubbl
e Break it up

(CHORUS)
(Pour some sugar on me)
Ooh, in the name of love
(Pour some sugar on me)
C'mon fire me up
(Pour your sugar on me)
Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah
Hey! Hey! Hey!
(Huh!)

Listen!
Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
(Loosen up) I loosen up
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah
(Yeah!)
Give a little more

repeat BRIDGE

repeat CHORUS

I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah

SOLO

(You got the peaches, I got the cream)
Sweet to taste (Saccharine)
'Cos I'm hot (Hot!)
So hot
Sticky sweet from my head
(Head!) My head
(Head to my feet)
To my feet
Do you take sugar?
One lump or two?

Take a bottle (Take a bottle)
Shake it up (Shake it up)
Break the bubble
Break it up (Break it up)

repeat CHORUS

(Pour some sugar on me)
Oh, in the name of love
(Pour some sugar on me)
Get all, come get it
(Pour your sugar on me)
Ooh
(Pour some sugar on me)
Yeah!
Sugar me!

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