Blood, Sex and Magic
Pairings: Willow/Spike
Warnings: NC-17 (sooner or later—so I’ll warn you now.) Adult language, Mild violence, Blood play, hot, hot, pointless smut.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike or any of the other characters from BtVS. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed ... or on a tomb ... under the table ... in the shower ... Um, you get the idea.
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Willow huddled on her small bed alone as usual in the dorm room she shared with her best friend. Tears ravaged her normally flawless peaches and cream complexion, leaving her blotchy and red. When Buffy cried she looked helpless, and small, and still somehow radient, with Willow it was more like puffy eyes, a red nose, and splotchy skin. Figures.
Oz had done it. He had finally left. He said he had to go, to learn to control the wolf. Willow believed him. It was true, but it was also true that things would never be the same between them again. Kinda sucks the love from a relationship to see your boyfriend naked with another wolf, let alone watch him eat her. She blushed at the thought. Well, literally eat her as in dead.
Fresh tears trickled down her face and she sighed, disgusted with her self for letting them fall. She was so stupid crying over him. He wasn’t worth it. She told her self all of these things over and over and it didn’t seem to matter. She was so lost in thought that when the knock on the door startled her, she made the mistake of many a dead people in Sunnydale.
“Come in,” She issued the invitation and then paled, eeping a little when Spike threw open the door and practically fell through it.
“Thanks for the invite, Red.” He leered. Or well tried to anyway. Willow wasn’t sure, but she thought that it lost something in the translation from his position on the floor. That and maybe the fact that all he seemed to be wearing was a loose pair of what looked like hospital scrubs pants, the rest of him vulnerably bare and bruised. In fact as she stood a stepped closer to him, she noticed that most of his normally pale skin was whiter and covered in bruises and other wounds.
“Spike! What do you want? Buffy will be here any minute!”
Spike looked up at the flustered red head and chuckled weakly. “Know that’s not true, Red. Saw her leave a little while ago, stake in hand. She’ll be gone at least another hour maybe more depending on how many of my mates she decides to do in.” His blue eyes pinned her to the spot.
Willow gulped, realizing she was caught in her lie.
“Sides,” he continued. “If she runs into those commando gits she could be gone the rest of the night, or possibly forever, if they realize what she is.” Spike tried weakly to push himself to his feet.
Willow stepped forward again automatically reaching down to help him when she saw him falter preoccupied by the words he had spoken. She helped him to his feet and let him lean against her as she moved them towards her bed. She eased him down and looked over his battered body.
“Is that what happened to you? The commandos?” At his nod she continued. “We’ve been wondering about them. What they are? What they are doing in Sunnydale? Not to mention the severe lack of demons lately.” She raised a red eyebrow questioningly.
He leaned back on his elbows, tired beyond belief. Hungry. The smell of the little witch in front of him was making his demon salivate and his cock hard. He shifted as he felt it rise up in the loose pants, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Yeah, they captured me about two weeks ago. Its hell down there, Red. Your missing demons? They’re there either locked up and being experimented on or all ready dead. They’re making something in there, Red, somethin’ out of demon parts. You wouldn’t believe some of the things they did to me…”
He trailed off as Willow’s hands touched his chest. Her small capable hands smoothed over him; memorizing every wound in that sharp brain of hers. He caught his breath as she skimmed over his broken ribs and hissed as she found his smashed pelvic bones.
She stepped back from him resolve face on. “You’ll help us take them down?” She questioned, looking steadily into pained azure eyes. “You’ll help us get in and find out whatever it is that they’re doing?”
He nodded hesitantly, wondering where she was going with this. “Yeah, don’t think what they’re doin’ is right, Red. Treat us like animals they do. At least the Slayer only kills us if she catches us out. The things they do in there…” He trailed off and shuddered in rememberence eyes closed against the painful memories.
“Shhh, its okay now, you’re out. You’re here now and I’m going to take care of you.” His eyes flew back open at both her words and the feel of her loosening the waist band of his pants and pulling them over his shattered hips and legs.
Willow’s face blushed a fiery red as she realized he had nothing on under the thin pants, but continued pulling them gently until they eased off his bare feet. She watched him carefully as she reached for her top almost laughing as his eyes widened when she pulled it over her head and then quickly disposed of her jeans as well, leaving her standing before him a tiny pink pair of panties.
“Red, what…” he began, his arousal flaring higher despite his injuries as she stepped out of the miniscule panties as well and straddled his hips in smooth move that he would have never associated with the little red head.
She shushed him again, leaning in to brush her soft lips against his cooler ones. “You’re going to help us, so I’m going to help you. The healing magic works better skin to skin.” She blushed again and wiggled around on his lap a bit causing him to groan in both pleasure and pain. “Besides, feels better this way too.” She said cheekily. “Just lie back and relax. Enjoy it, I’m going to.”
The look in her eyes told him exactly what she was going to enjoy and he allowed himself to relax and fall back, opening himself to the red head’s tender mercy.
Willow took a long moment just to look at him. Something she had never allowed her self to truly do before. She had always known he was handsome, had always thought so from the first time she had saw him. She hadn’t allowed her self to see him as anything more than an enemy though, having learned from Buffy’s mistakes, or so she thought. Now that she had him beneath her she looked her fill and freely admitted that she had always had a soft spot for the bleached vampire who loved, perhaps unwisely, but who loved nevertheless.
He had his eyes closed though and that just wouldn’t do. She grinned wickedly and leaned down, capturing his full, pouty lower lip between her teeth giving it a tender nip and a suck. He groaned in her mouth and she felt his cock jump between her thighs.
She pulled back from him, “Watch me.” She ordered, loving the power she had over the master vampire when he whimpered and nodded his head. Oz who?
Willow cupped her full breasts in her hands, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled and tugged on the strawberry buds. He growled in arousal and she felt the muscles in her stomach clench with the sound, sending a flood of moisture to her core. She slid her hands down her sides, following the curves of her body down over her thighs. The movement drew his eyes down as well and she caught her breath as his eyes flashed gold for a moment at the sight before him.
Spike couldn’t help the growl or the fact that his eyes showed his demon for a minute. He had never seen anything as blatantly erotic as the sight of Willow straddling his body. Her skin was the color cream, her hair flame. Her body was lean and womanly with pink tipped breast and slightly curved hips. Her thighs were spread across his lap, the fiery curls at the apex of them glistening with dew as she readied herself for his pleasure. The slick folds of her pussy barely brushed against his erection, tormenting him. He groaned as her hands trailed over her thighs to dip between them, sneaky fingers brushing over her clit and the head of his cock with every movement.
She moaned in response and began chanting under her breath as her skin began to glow softly. She removed her hands and slid the lips of her pussy over his length. Not taking the head into her, but just letting her settle over him. He growled as she began to move her hips back and forth along his cock, coating him in her cream and making him harder. The hum of magic began to fill the air as she continued to chant and move on top of him. He growled continuously with the rise of it, at the feel of her rubbing against him and he thought he would go insane just as she lifted herself slightly, caught a hold of his throbbing cock head and impaled herself.
He cried out in surprise and she in pleasure-pain. He was bigger than Oz had been, but she never stopped her chanting. She began to rise and fall on him working with his strong hands as he helped to guide and lift her. She wanted so badly to look down at him to see his face as she brought him pleasure, to see where he stretched her wide and where dark curls met fiery red ones, but she didn’t; she kept her eyes closed and let the ecstasy and power build between them with each softly spoken word and thrust of their bodies.
Spike’s body bucked beneath hers at the pleasure of her tight sheath at the pain of the magics all ready filling his body. Unaware by either of them, surface wounds and bruises began to heal as their bodies slapped together. The power built and an audible hum filled the air between them. He growled and thrust in deeper just as she opened her eyes to reveal green shot with glowing gold.
She looked down at him surprised to realize that he had vamped. The sight of it caused gush of wetness to slick his cock and they both moaned. The glow of her body increased and surrounded him as well just as he felt the flutter of her tight, hot walls around his length.
The chanting ceased and she gasped as she felt her orgasm begin, “Now, Baby. Do it now!”
He didn’t know how he knew what to do, but with her words he roared and flipped her under him on the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her part was finished and she screamed as she released. He plunged his cock deep inside her grasping pussy, sinking his fangs into her throat. The hot flood of blood released the magic between them and it exploded into Spike. He wrenched his teeth away from her and screamed as the power slammed into him, bringing him in long, cool spurts into her wet, hot depths. He felt the bones in his body re-knit themselves, bruises and contusions healed in a second and he looked down into her glowing eyes in awe. He was never giving her up.
Quick as a snake he struck again, re-embedding his fangs in her throat and gulping her blood greedily, she cried out and her pussy contracted around him once more, legs squeezing him tightly, her hands buried in his hair.
He pulled away from her and looked in her eyes, feral amber to green/gold, “Mine.” He growled, leaving no room for argument.
She smiled up at him, running her fingers through his soft, white curls, and across his bumpies before she leaned up and caught his mouth in a deep, tongue twisting kiss. She broke away panting for air and tightened her inner muscles around his once again hard cock. “Yours, always.” The claim snapped between them and he fell weakly against her soft body.
“Love you, Witch.” He mumbled into her fragrant red hair.
She raked her fingers through his hair again, causing him to purr, “Love you too, Vampire.” Her smile turned to a frown as she ran her fingers across his scalp again, concentrating. A small pulse of magic and she was holding a small square object in her hand.
She pulled back from her love so that she could see his face, “Spike, what’s this? It was inside of your head.”
He looked at the small object, eyes wide with horror, “I don’t know, Love. Bloody hell! What did they do to me?” Tears filled his eyes and caused Willow to pull him closer, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.
“I don’t know, Baby, but we will find out, and when we do, they will pay for everything they did to you.” She promised.
Her words were almost a growl, causing Spike to smile in spite of the situation. He hugged her tighter, turning them onto their sides and wrapping the blanket around them. He had come here because he knew she would help him. He’d stay because of her-- his little Red, little witch. Willow--his mate.
The End.
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