DANCE OF THE MATES



A/N: This is a different fic for me. It’s more on canon with the show itself. Buffy is the Slayer, Spike is a Vampire and all of the Scoobies are around in this one. It starts off after ‘Something Blue’ from season 4 and spirals off canon from there.

In this tale, Spike and Buffy got through the ‘Do Thy Will’ spell that Willow cast, however, in my tale, the spell was definitely that, a ‘Do Thy Will’ spell which means that Spike and Buffy already ‘cared’ for each other before this. The spell merely brought their real feelings to the surface, but now, with the spell broken? What happens? Easy, Spuffy of course, Spike isn’t a ‘man’ to be easily dissuaded and Buffy is more receptive then anyone thought she might be. As usual, for me, this story will be told from Spike and Buffy’s POV’s at random. Thanks!


Chapter 1: ‘Did Their Will’


Spike, or William the Bloody as he was historically known, was kicking the unlife out of a Solon Demon.

“Sorry, mate,” he kept telling the ugly green giant monster as he kicked the Solon again, “gotta’ work off some of this tension, you know?”

Apparently the poor Solon Demon had no idea why Spike the Master Vampire was kicking the shit out of him tonight. However, Spike cleared up the mystery for him, by carrying on an apologetic, if one-sided conversation.

“So Buffy and me, we almost got married the other night,” Spike began as he stepped on top of the Solon and held him down with his Doc Martin clad foot.

“Just lay still a minute, mate,” he growled at the Demon as he fished around in his duster and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Lighting a smoke, Spike grinned down at the beaten Solon and continued his tale:

“You see,” Spike scrunched up his handsome human face, “ The red haired witch, Willow she’s called, she cast this spell that back fired. Apparently, all of the little bint’s spells backfire, but this one really went around the bend. Kind of that is.”

The Solon Demon half-smiled up at Spike, benevolently, seeing the vampire’s monologue as a reprieve for him getting his ass kicked any more.

Taking another drag on his smoke, Spike went on to explain the reason for his less then pleasant mood that evening.

“So, Buffy and me, you know Buffy. The Slayer?” He nodded at the Demon, good-naturedly, as he went on, content when the huge green face nodded back up him.

“Lovely girl,” the Solon mumbled through his gnarled teeth.

“Yeah,” Spike chuckled, “that she is,” he agreed happily, “too bad it was a spell that caused her to kiss me back. That and….”

But he stopped a minute, deciding that spilling all of his and Buffy’s secrets, while they were under that fucking spell anyway, was not quite the gentlemanly thing to do.

‘Even a Vampire has manners,’ Spike thought to himself. But Christ, Buffy had kissed him back, like a starving woman and later, when Giles had gone blind, God but what she and Spike almost did.

‘So close,’ he sighed, staring up at the stars that taunted him from their positions in the sky. He, Spike had always wanted Buffy, more then that he had been falling in love with her well, forever, but the spell, it’s what had brought the truth to the surface.

“She felt it too, you know,” Spike explained to the Demon under his foot, “she wanted me, spell or no spell. I’m over a hundred and twenty some years old. I know Buffy wanted me and cares for me. Stupid, stubborn bitch!” he mumbled as he ground his boot into the Solon’s chest a little more.

“I’m sure she does care for you Mr. Spike,” Solon choked out, “but after all, the girl has issues, doesn’t she? I mean, she kills your kind, you kill hers, that’s kind of a ‘major issue’ isn’t it? Must be tough for a girl like that to admit, even to herself, that she’s got it bad for a Master Vampire?”

Spike frowned, “never stopped her from going all ga ga in public over Peaches now did it?” he growled down at Solon.

“Peaches?” the prone demon asked. “Angel well, Angelus that is,” Spike hissed out the hated name of his Grandsire.

Solon looked up at his antagonizer, thoughtfully, “well, since Angelus left town some time ago, I would think that ‘he’ wouldn’t be a problem for you Master Spike.”

‘Reasonable enough,’ Spike agreed silently, ‘and bloody hell, after all, he Spike was much handsomer then Peaches, certainly more intelligent.’

“Why can’t Buffy see that?” he asked the poor demon below his foot. The Solon Demon was actually beginning to turn blue from the pressure of Spike’s boot, “sorry, mate,” Spike apologized honestly, “forgot you blokes need to breathe,’ he lifted his boot and helped the beaten demon up.

“Hope ya’ heal fast,” Spike shook the Solon’s talon with his left hand, noting that the fella’s color was returning to it’s normal shade of green. “Just had to vent a bit, you know? Thank’s for listening,” he nodded at the demon.

“I hope you and your lady, Buffy, work out your issues, Master Spike,” Solon grinned through broken teeth. He waved warmly at Spike and scurried off into the black night, “good luck,” he called back at the platinum blond vampire.

“Yeah,” Spike grumbled, “I’ll need luck all right, specially with that fucking Captain Cardboard, Riley Finn, sniffing around my Buffy. Him and the rest of those gang of idiots that my girl hangs with. Christ!” he kicked a huge tombstone defiantly, “bloody fucking hell! My foot!”

Spike grabbed his booted left foot and began to hop around angrily, “stupid tombstone,” he snarled, “stupid Slayer! Stupid ponce that I am, had to go fall in love with my one true enemy. Stupid fucking fate!”

Flopping down on the damp grass of the cemetary, one of three in this stupid town of Sunnydale, or Sunnyhell as Buffy and her friends called it, Spike lit another cigarette.

“Little chit cares about me,” he muttered taking a deep drag from the smoke, “she’s too damn stubborn and proud to admit it, yet that is. Buffy’ll have to come to grips with the fact that she and I belong together. I know we do, you know we do,” he growled up at the stars, “she’ll just have to get on board with it. Sooner over later that is.”

Ever since Spike had first stepped foot into this God forsaken town, from the start when he first saw her, Buffy, he’d been smitten with her. She was dancing with her friends, the whelp and the witch at that lousy Bronze dump.

Of course, Spike had gone hunting for Buffy to kill her, at first that is. But when he watched her dance, her body calling to him like a siren, he began to forget about Drusilla, his Dark Princess, and began to fall for this Golden Goddess immediately.

It took almost two years to realize it, sure, but Spike finally woke up and smelled the blood, no, the coffee. He, Spike, William the Bloody, Scourge of Europe and Southern California was crazy arse in love with Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer. Dru knew it, or stated it, before Spike did, one of the reasons she sent him back to Sunnydale and away from her.

“Bless her cold black heart,” Spike chuckled as he thought of Dru, hoping only the best for his ex-girlfriend. “Hope she and her Chaos demon are happy as pigs in mud,” he said truthfully.

Buffy got home from patrolling the Sunnydale Cemetary, one of three cemetaries in this God awful town she was stuck in. She had chosen the Sunnydale Cemetary because it was a ‘safe’ cemetary, okay, it wasn’t ‘his’ cemetary that is. Spike’s crypt was in another cemetary and Buffy played it safe and stayed clear of that one tonight.

Ever since that damn ‘Do Thy Will’ spell, when her and Spike came real close to getting married. That and coming real close to the pre-wedding Honeymoon like they did, caused Buffy to avoid the blond vampire and anywhere near his home turf.

“Stupid vampire!” Buffy hissed angrily as she drew her bath water. “How dare he think I’d ever marry him, much less kiss him!” The warm water was inviting to her as she slipped out of her patrol outfit and into the bubbles of the tub.

“Stupid spell, darn Willow!” she pouted as she slid under the water, up to her neck. But no matter how much she tried to wash away the memories of that ‘night’ of the spell, or the way Spike kissed her, along with the soreness of patrol, it did no good.

“It was only kisses,” she sighed, “but damn, Spike kissed me like a starving man. We did almost…..” Buffy picked up the soapy loofa sponge and angrily flung it at the full length mirror on the bathroom door.

“Stupid vampire,” she sniffed again, “stupid spell.”

A stab of guilt swept through Buffy, “Riley. My real life human boy friend would never, ever understand what Spike and I almost did. Spell or not.”

Settling back onto the tub, Buffy soaked a while longer, thinking of Spike again.

“I’m so mentally disturbed,” she sighed, angry at herself more then anyone, “if I hadn’t felt some kind of ‘something’ for Spike, that spell never would have taken the course it did. I’m going to have to come to grips with it…..I ‘care’ for Spike,” she sighed again, more frustrated then ever.

“I’ll just have to avoid him at all costs, send someone else to the Holly Cemetary to patrol. Has to be done,” Buffy decided with firm determination, “I will have to remain ‘avoidance girl’ at all costs where Spike is concerned.”



A/N: Just a small chapter to get things started. If you read the title, then you might get an idea of where I’m going with this one. Please read and review. Thanks, Luv, Spuf


 

Chapter 2: ‘We’re Going to Have a Chat!’


A/N: Okay, just a quick chapter to hopefully keep an interest in this fiction. Anyway, the next chapter should be in a few days, longer and hopefully Spuffier! Thanks, Luv, Spuf


Buffy stolled through the Sunnydale Cemetary, it had been a slow night for patrol. She’d only taken out a couple of fledgling vampires and a middle aged Traoch Demon who had stumbled into the fight.

“Geez,” Buffy sighed in frustration, “you’d think that somebody or make that ‘something’ else evil would show up tonight!”

Of course, the real action was usually at the Holly Cemetary, but that turf was off limits for Buffy now. Since that spell of Willow’s Buffy had avoided that cemetary like the plague, sending Xander, Anya and Giles over there to patrol for her.

“Spike’s cemetary,” she smirked, thinking how silly it really was to think of any place like that as ‘someone’s turf. “Damn!” she cried angrily, noticing the Traoch’s blood on her new, expensive leather boots, “when will I learn to ‘not wear’ my good clothes on these patrolling thingys!”

Suddenly, Buffy’s ‘spidey sense’ sent a tingle down her spine, alerting her to the fact that a very powerful vampire was close by.

“Oh crap!” she groaned out loud in exasperation, “Spike!”

She would know that ‘feeling’ anywhere, the one that told her this was no ordinary vamp, but the one vampire that could take her down, maybe anyway. Okay, at least he, Spike, was capable of annoying her to death, if nothing else.

‘That or rock my world,’ she thought nervously as she turned to face the patch of trees by the border of the cemetary. ‘Oh, bad Buffy,’ she groaned inwardly, ‘bad, bad Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There will be no rocking of Buffy’s world by Spike, never, ever ever!’

“Okay, Spike,” she hissed, “come out, I know you’re there.” She took her ‘bored now’ stance and folded her leather clad arms across her chest, putting on the best ‘what the hell do you want’ expression on her face. Sure enough, there he was, William the Bloody in all his bleached blond-hair glory!

“Hello, cutie,” Spike greeted her amicably as he stepped out from behind the grove of trees he’d been hiding in. For the last half of an hour, Spike had followed Buffy in this lonely place, watching her kill off some real loser of a vampire fledgling and some stupid Traoch Demon who’d tried to help the loser.

He had even considered joining Buffy in the fray, but realized that she would just get pissed off at him for butting in, so he backed off, stayed hidden and watched as she kicked the crap out of the next fledgling. When Buffy had finished that bloody moron off, he proceeded to tail her through the rest of the cemetary until she had stopped, bent over and checked her boots.

From his spot, hidden in the trees, Spike caught the most tantalizing glimpse of his Slayer’s lovely thong covered bum. He also surmised that Buffy had gotten some kind of shit on her boots, “fate worse then death for our little munchable morsel,” he’d chuckled.

Actually, he had been surprised that Buffy hadn’t detected him before this, “must have something else on her mind,” he reasoned as he came out into her view. “Just bet ‘I’ might be that something,” he said to himself, hopefully, as he faced her with a smirk.

“Wondered when you’d find me out, luv,” he nodded at her and lit a cigarette, giving her a once or twice over with his appreciative eye.

“Love the outfit,” he continued snarkily, “you plannin’ on slaying or seducing demons tonight?”

‘Please say seducing, please say seducing,’ he pleaded in his head, ‘at least seducing this demon.’

“You are a real pig, Spike,” Buffy huffed as she unfolded her arms and turned to walk off from him.

“Hey!” he shouted behind her, practically leaping the yards to close the gap between them, “don’t turn your back on me, Princess! Even if your arse is quite appealing, I prefer to see your front side, right at this moment anyway.”

Buffy stopped and flung her arms out about her, spun around and growled through clenched teeth, “just why ‘are’ you here, Spike? I mean, your ‘turf’ as you call it is all the way over on the other side of town. Can’t I just get the hell away from you, ever?”

He resisted the urge to grab her and kiss her luscious pink lips, deciding instead to simply shrug and take another drag off of his cigarette, “free country,” he stated evenly, but smirked for good measure.

She shook her head in frustration and mumbled, “I’m out of here,” again turning to walk away.

Spike was faster though, vampire and all, so he easily caught up with her and grasped her arm tightly, “I said,” he growled, “do not turn your back on me.”

Buffy felt that shiver of fear (?) go up her spine and tensed up immediately. ‘Who are you kidding Summers,’ she asked herself, unable to deny the real emotion Spike’s touch afforded her, ‘this isn’t fear or loathing or any of that, it’s lust.’

She tried to pull away from his, clasping huge hand, but apparently she didn’t try hard enough, so, he spun her around to face him again.

“Why don’t you patrol in Holly Cemetary anymore?” he asked gruffly, reaching up to touch her hair, then stopping short.

“I patrol where I choose,” she hissed, glaring at his azure blue eyes with indignation. “Just like I wear what I choose to patrol in, besides,” she suddenly grinned with sarcasm, “I’m supposed to hook up with Riley later tonight. Wanted to look especially ‘hot’ for him!”

‘There,’ she giggled defiantly, even if it was to herself, ‘shove that up your ass, Spikey!’

When she tried to pull away from him again, Buffy realized she might have just been a little to bitchy with him tonight. Spike was not smiling at all anymore, he wasn’t even frowning, really. His mouth, those lovely lips of his, too lovely for a males, was in a straight, angry line and his eyes? They were still blue of course, but now they were dark, almost blue black in color, their golden flecks burned like fire.

“Bitch!” he snarled, pulling her to him, roughly. “The only man you’ll dress like ‘that’ for is me!” he ordered harshly.

“You’re not a man,” she gasped, suddenly intimidated by Spike’s whole ‘Big Bad’ demeanor, but trying to be ‘tough’ and in charge.

“More of a bloody man then you’re fucking farm boy!” he roared as he yanked her chin up, non too gently, with his left hand. “Look at me,” he ordered again, “Look at me!” he roared again.

He felt a wave of power as this most powerful of Slayers met his eyes with her emerald orbs, a look of fear, or maybe it was uncertainty that shimmered through their green depths.

“What?” she whispered shakily.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, making sure you stay completely out of my territory. You think you could hide from me, Buffy?” he asked, his head tilted to one side, “did you honestly think that I’d not come and hunt you down. Think again!” he rasped, “my radar is so tuned into you, that I’d sense you, smell you from miles away. I’ve been tracking you down for a week, ever since I figured out you were going to avoid me at all costs.”

Spike decided to up the stakes a notch, he picked Buffy up in his arms and carried her to a closed crypt nearby. Before she could make a move, struggle out of his arms, Spike kicked the crypt open, flinging the oaken doors wide. Once inside, he kicked them back shut and with one arm about Buffy, he used his other one to rebolt the door.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” she cried, suddenly quite animated in his arms.

“We’re going to have a chat, luv,” his gutteral growl low in his chest. “You and me, here and now, tonight. We’re going to straighten out some things, get them out in the open. Starting with,” he grunted as he sat her on a dusty sarcophagus, “why you’re avoiding your duties, especially in my cemetary. Then we’re going to discuss just why that spell of Red’s went the way it did, though I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, just like me. No,” he growled again, holding her in place, keeping her from escaping, “you know fucking well why we kissed under that spell, why we almost married, almost made love. It wasn’t the spell,” he shook his head, “it was us, both of us, you and me and how we feel about each other. It’s how we’ve felt for years, since the first time I saw you, dancin’ at that hellish Bronze.”

 

Chapter 3: ‘The Pre-Dance’


“It’s about you and me,” Spike repeated hoarsely, “how we feel about each other.” He refused to allow Buffy to avoid his gaze, holding her tiny chin in his strong left hand, forcing her to meet his eyes with her opal green ones.

“You know bloody well why I came back to Sunnydale,” he continued, “and it had nothing to do with ‘killing’ you.”

Buffy shook her head out of his clasp, “oh, so the whole Ring of Amara thing last month. You walking in daylight, attacking me on my school campus? Uh, what was that, a love ritual?” she retorted snarkily, a harsh, but sad expression on her sweet mouth.

Spike pulled her chin up to look into her eyes, now emerald in color and noted the sorrow in them. “I was pissed off,” he growled at her, brushing aside the sympathy he felt at the moment. “You’d let that fucking little whelp, Parker whatever, fuck you and it had pissed me off. That’s why I attacked you, I never would have killed you. Not quite the dance that I had in mind for you and me,” he finished with what he hoped was a sensual grin.

Buffy shivered under Spike’s close scrutiny, of course the sexual innuendo in his eyes and voice did add to the tinglys shooting through her body. Suddenly, Buffy didn’t feel all that smug about her earlier words, ‘wanted to look especially hot for him (Riley)’ right now. In fact, she wasn’t feeling smug at all, just a little (?) lustful, and certainly not for Riley.

“Say something,” Spike ordered huskily, running his cool fingers down her left facial cheek.

“I, uhm, uhm…” Buffy whispered, unable to avert her eyes from his, “you hurt me,” she finally choked out, trying not to let the threatening tears fall.

Spike looked confused for a moment, then a light seemed to dawn in his indigo blue eyes, alerting her that he now understood.

“You mean that bloody rot I said about Parker and you, ‘the not worth a second go crap’ and about my dear old Grandsire, Peaches the worthless prick?”

Spike felt a tug at his cold dead heart and unwelcome remorse swept over him.

‘She believed me,’ he sighed to himself, sorrowfully, ‘every last bit of lies and hurtful things I said to her. She believed it all.’

Buffy finally broke from his gaze, lowering her head and nodding timidly, “it hurt me, Spike, much more then any of your physical slaps,” she whispered sadly.

“Oh, Buffy,” Spike pulled her chin up again as he tried to convey all of his regret for those ugly words then, “I was so full of shit about that. I only said them because I was furious that you let that little prick Parker have a go with you. Angel was at least worthy of you, somewhat, but Parker? He’s not good enough to kiss your arse. You didn’t let him did you? I mean kiss your arse?”

Spike just knew he looked like a real love sick ponce and was quite glad there were no mirrors about to see himself in. Not that ‘that’ would matter anyway, as he couldn’t see his reflection anyway, evil undead master vampire that he was.

“Buffy,” Spike sighed again, almost as if he ‘had’ to take breaths, “I didn’t mean any of that crap when that whole Ring of Amara fiasco happened. You are most definitely worth a second go, at least I’m sure you are, having never had the privlege myself,” and he grinned warmly at her, trying to illicit some laughter or at least a small smile from her.

Buffy looked at him with wide green eyes full of hope and confusion. “So,” she stammered in a very low, very arousing (at least to him) tone, “why exactly come back to Sunnydale, I mean, if you didn’t come back to kill me To dance with me?”

She batted her gold dusted lashes and rewarded him with just the slightest naughty smirk.

“You know why,” he rasped, leaning his own face closer into hers, “I came back for you all right, but never to kill you, luv. I came back to love you, just mucked up my whole Spuffy reunion plan. Way most of my half arsed plans end up. Fucked,” he chuckled with derision.

“Spuffy?” Buffy asked, her head tilted to one side, “what’s Spuffy?”

Spike actually felt himself blush, ‘un-fucking-believable’ he thought to himself, ‘vampires simply do not blush!’

“Spuffy,” he hesitated almost bashfully, “well, it’s what I call us. You know, Spike + Buffy = Spuffy. I know,” he chuckled, “it’s a bloody ridiculous moniker, especially for a master vampire and slayer, but it’s all I could come up with and……”

Buffy didn’t hesitate, she grabbed Spike’s face with both of her tiny powerful hands and pulled his yummy looking mouth into hers. If he was shocked, or stunned or even mildly surprised, he shook it off fast and began to devour her lips, greedily, with his own.

“I love you, Buffy,” he moaned into her mouth, “I’ve loved you forever, just was too fucking stupid to realize it for a long time,” he finished by nuzzling her neck with his cool, soft lips.

“I saw you in a dream,” she murmered as she stroked his bleached platinum hair tenderly. He pulled back and looked so stunned that she almost giggled in his face, but controlled herself.

“I did,” she nodded, smiling instead, “years ago, just after I was called, before you ever showed your handsome face in Sunnydale. Slayer dreams are prophetic you know, at least Gile’s says that.”

Spike stopped looking so stunned and favored her with a shy smile, “what dream,” he asked quietly, tucking a blond tress behind her ear, “what happened in your dream.”

Spike was mesmerized by Buffy’s expression and her soft voice as she explained her dream from years ago to him. It amazed him that this was so, because he had dreamed of her years before also, right down to her opaline green eyes and funny little nose.

“I dreamed it more then once,” she sighed shyly, “at least ten times, I think. I kept dreaming about a ‘special’ vampire, not just any old one, but a real special vampire.”

He grinned at her, some of his cockiness returning to his expression, “well of course ‘I’m’ special, luv,” he admitted silkily.

“No,” Buffy slapped at him, but in fun only, “I mean it. I kept having this dream that this vampire, never saw his face, not until the last time I dreamed it, but anyway, I kept having this dream that a master vampire came to Sunnydale. He was strong and handsome, that much I was sure of, but more then that he loved me, very very much in the dream and I loved him, even though we were always at odds with each other. At first, when I first got to know Angel…”

Spike cringed and dropped his cocky grin, “fuck Angelus!” he growled menacingly.

“No,” Buffy sighed in exasperation, “I just thought, that when I met him, I thought ‘he’ was the vampire from my dream. But,” she paused, “no, he was definitely ‘not’ my dream vampire. The last time I dreamed the dream, it was just before you and Drusilla hit town the first time. That last dream, I saw my shadowy vampire, kind of anyway, saw his sillouette in the moonlight. He, my dream vampire, he had silver hair and wore all black. It was you, Spike, it was always you.”

Spike smiled once more and wrapped Buffy in his powerful arms, “Drusilla, she knew Buffy,” he chuckled in her ear. “She was well aware of my loving you long ago, knew just where to find you and bring me to you. I hope she’s happy, whoever or whatever she ended up with.”

He felt Buffy smile against his cheek, “me too,” she added quietly. “So,” Buffy pulled away from Spike briefly and asked seriously, “what now?”

He kissed her sweet mouth again and smiled at her warmly, “now, we make love together, consumate this Spuffy prophecy of ours. That’s what. I love you, Buffy, totally.”

Buffy snuggled back into his arms and sighed dreamily, “love you too, Spike.”

 

Chapter 4: ‘More Vampire, Then Human!’



Buffy snuggled deep into her soon to be lover’s arms. “Spike,” she whispered huskily, “what next?”

Spike chuckled and held her tightly, “next we make love, fullfill this Spuffy prophecy and all.”

She giggled happily, feeling some sense of freedom within her, something she had not felt since she had been ‘called’ to Slayerdom.

“So,” Buffy sighed dreamily, rubbing her tiny body against Spike’s hard one, “what are you plotting Big Bad? Lull the Slayer into some false sense of security, bite me? Drain me dry?”

Spike chuckled again, more softly this time and tenderly nuzzled Buffy’s head with his lovely lips, “nah,” he responded simply. “I, the Big Bad, evil Master Vampire that I am, plan to shag the Slayer senseless, make her mine and bind us together forever.”

Spike was serious about this and he only hoped that his love, Buffy, understood just what he was blabbering on about. When he, Spike, said that he intended to make Buffy his, totally, that’s exactly what he meant. There was no turning back after Spike and Buffy mated and he claimed her as his. This little mating ritual was the equivilant of human marital rites, except actually, the vampire way was even more binding.

“Buffy,” Spike whispered, pulling her even closer to his anxious, taut body, “I mean this, luv, this is not some meaningless, superficial words, chanted in front of drunk, partying onlookers at a human wedding. Oh, I know, just what human weddings are supposed to truly mean. Forever, always and never leaving each other, no matter what.”

“But,” Spike shook his head sorrowfully, “sometimes those vows you mortals take are broken far too easily, Princess. They shouldn’t be, but sadly, they are. When I claim you, like I surely intend on doing, then it is definitely forever, my love. There will be no promises, verbally, that are soon forgotten or broken by either one of us.”

“Our claiming of each other is just that, eternal, unbreakable and stronger then any earthly vows could ever be. I love you Buffy, just be sure that before we, you and I consummate this union, that this is what you truly want and need. I know it is for me, always, but I need you to be more then sure. Are you, my little Golden Goddess? Sure I mean?” he nuzzled his forehead to hers.

Spike was a little leary of explaining everything like this to Buffy. He was worried that she might change her mind, make a run for it before he could officially claim her.

However, before he could continue with his concerns, Buffy shyly met Spike’s gaze, “yes,” she whispered simply, placing an almost chaste kiss on his lips.

Buffy felt her Spike, her Vampire love, kiss her back, deeply, sincerely, trying to convey the serious, truly binding conotations of what they were about to do together.

“Spike,” she gasped as he left her hungry mouth and began to greedily kiss her on her chin, jaw and neck.

“What?” he groaned gruffly, almost gutterally, looking up at her, still in human visage, but his blue eyes golden with lust.

“Take me,” she ordered firmly, trying to match Spike’s firey eyes with the heat in her own.

“Gladly,” Spike rasped as he pushed her roughly back on to the sarcophagus, still careful not to hurt her physically. Buffy felt Spike strip her clothes off of her more then willing body, he certainly wasn’t gentle about that part of it and it arroused her immensely.

“Do you feel this?” he asked, suddenly pausing from his kissing ministrations and almost glaring at her heatedly, “do you realize what we are together? You and me, Buffy? What we’ll be together when this is done, our union, our marriage?”

Buffy ran her tiny hand down the side of his cheek, a combination of tenderness and strength that Spike found such a turn on, so soul inspiring, even if he no longer had his.

“Yes,” she responded husikily, “I understand exactly what ‘this means’ for the both of us and I want it, more then anything.”

Spike felt a rush of adrenaline that he’d never experienced before, not in the 120 some years he’d been a vampire and certainly not in the 26 years before that, when he was human.

“Then invite me in, Buffy,” he rasped, trying to control his inner demon, trying to wait to be asked to take her and claim her, make her is woman, his mate, his wife for eternity.

“Come in, Spike,” Buffy purred silkily under half closed lids, her little pink tongue moistening her luscious lips.

“Oh, God, Buffy,” Spike cried in hot anticipation, ripping the rest of her clothes from her, then rending his own from his body.

Buffy felt Spike’s erection against her tummy, ‘mmmm,’ she hummed to herself, ‘such a nice, large cock!’ She had felt his, uhm, package before, during the spell,of course, and a few times when they had ‘danced’ in fight. It was really enough that Spike had announced his love for her, his adoration and loyalty, but shit, to have this physical response of his was just icing on the freaking cake! The man, okay, the master vampire that was Spike, was amazingly huge down there and Buffy couldn't help but be quite impatient to feel his shaft shoved up into her.

“Come in,” she repeated sensuously, thrusting up to meet Spike’s thrusts into her.

“I’m comin’ baby,” Spike growled, “soon, but first, I wanna’ taste you. No, don’t get excited, okay, get excited,” he chuckled, “but I mean don’t get nervous about the taste thing. I don’t mean your blood, not yet anyway, that comes later. Right now, I need to taste that sweet little cunny of yours.”

Buffy flinched, just a tad and sighed against Spike’s mouth, “I, I mean,” she stuttered nervously, “I’m not really used to that part of sex. I mean,” Buffy was getting quite embarrassed, she had never really experienced oral sex before, this would be a first, definitely.

Spike was stunned, not so much about Angel not performing this most intimate part of sexual love with Buffy, his Grandsire was a number one selfish prick, true enough. The vampire was just surprised that some lover in Buffy’s history had not introduced her to one of the most pleasurable acts of carnal love.

“It’s okay, baby,” Spike whispered, brushing her golden hair from her face and kissing her sweet mouth again, “I’ll walk you through it. I promise, you’ll love it and I’ll love doing it to you.”

Buffy nodded shyly at him, tugging at his unbeating heart and making him feel proud to give this ‘first’ to his love.

“I love you my sweet,” he murmered as he kissed her mouth again, then trailed his lips down her neck to her naked chest.

“Mmmm,” he purred sucking on first her left then right breast, “my girl, my baby has the warmest, sweetest titties, love them and her.”

He felt Buffy wriggle against his mouth and body, she sighed and moaned simotaneously, “oh Spike, you say the nicest things!”


 

Chapter 5: ‘Say It Again, Spike!’


A/N: I have a problem here. First off, I started this chapter earlier, then got sick at work; yada yada, took too much cold medicine and now I’m a bit goofy from the meds! Anyway, Secondly, I get a bit ‘shy’ about writing sex scenes in these fics, I’m such a prude and all and…(yeah, okay, right). So, here goes, hope this doesn’t disappoint. Luv, Spuf


Spike continued to kiss Buffy’s sweet little titties and mumble sweet, nasty words of love as he did.

“My Queen, my gorgeous, hot, fuckable little Queen,” he moaned as he suckled Buffy’s nipple like a baby nursing, “my Golden Goddess, my Love.”

Buffy was past caring exactly ‘what’ her soon to be mate was spouting, she just wanted to hear more of his ‘poetry’ and musings and heck, more of his naughty talk to her.

“Say it again,” she whispered saucily, bucking up into Spike’s yummy mouth as he suckled her other breast, “tell me what you’re going to do to me Big Bad.”

Spike pulled away from Buffy’s breast and chuckled wickedly, “I’m going to shag you, little one,” he purred, “but first I’m going to taste your goodness and then I’m going to make love to you; bite your luscious, sleek neck, claim you as my woman and bind you to me for eternity. Then, I’ll force you to taste my blood, take blood vows together and we’ll be tied together for all time. That what you wanted to hear?” He growled out the last few words, like a big, snuggly jungle cat.

If Buffy could form a coherant word, she would have agreed to Spike’s plans immediately. However, since they were both dazed and overwhelmed by mutual sexual lust, neither could think past the next step in the marital ritual. A ritual which would prove more binding then any vow or promise that humans seemed to take so lightly.

Something in the Slayer told her that this was all wrong. Okay, not the ‘Spike claims Buffy as his mate; she returns claim and they live/unlive happily ever after,’ but the part where it all happens in a generic, dusty old crypt on a strange sarcaphogus.

“Spike,” she whispered, “this is wrong.” Spike’s left scarred eyebrow flew up in shock, okay, not shock, exasperation.

“What the bloody hell are you talking about, wrong?” he growled, securing Buffy under his body, holding her to the cold, dusty cement.

“I mean,” Buffy sighed in her melonchaly little way, “that I really wonder if us consumating our marriage vows on a strange, morbid cement tomb of the dead is really the right way to start our life/unlife together.”

Spike scrunched up his dark brows, giving him a clownish kind of look, since his hair was the color of quicksilver, “yeah,” he sighed slowly, “I know. Not my idea of the most romantic setting for the fuck of the century!”

Buffy flinched against Spike, her pride was just a little bit wounded by the word ‘fuck’ and all. After all, she was about to give herself to William the Bloody, Master Vampire, yes, but hell, she was the Slayer of the Millenium!

“Okay,” Buffy hissed, “that’s it. I’m leaving!”

She tried to push Spike off of her, but he held firm, “you’re not going anywhere Missy,” he chuckled, holding her down on the sarcophagus, “you are mine. I am yours and that’s the way it is. I’m sorry for using words such as ‘fuck’ and shag with you, but I’m a bad, rude and crude man, okay, vampire here, but I’m a stupid male by nature.

“And,” he mumered, kissing Buffy tenderly, “I’m a total, silly male who is lost in you Summers. Totally lost and crazy arse in love with you. Please don’t be pissed off at me, I’m a fool for you and I am your love’s bitch. If I use the wrong language to profess my undying love and loyalty for you, then please be merciful, fair lady. My senses are blinded by your beauty, your goodness and your…oh fuck it all, I love you and I will never let you go Buffy.”

Buffy giggled uncontrollably, “my senses are blinded by your goodness?” she snorted.

“Good grief, Spike, how good can I be when I’m about to give into you, the ‘Scourge of Europe’ the ‘Big Bad of Southern California’ the ‘Bloody William of the British Invasion’ who makes the Beatles look like a small infestation of musical mop tops that…(okay, Spufette just popped another sinus tab, sorry, I’m rambling) .

“In other words, my Bloody William whatever your name was when you were human, I am not a Saint, I’m a sinner. A very loving and very willing sinner for you, my vampire lover.”

Spike grinned down at his fiance, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (or Layer as the case may be) and wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, “I can’t wait to taste you my little sinner,” he purred again, nipping the bare flesh between her neck and breasts. (I think they call that the chest area).

 

Chapter 6: ‘Claimed’


A/N: A little note here, it might be better if you readers ignored the last chapter (5) that I submitted. I was under the influence of Nyquil and Tylenol Sinus/Cold! Thanks, Luv, S



“You are mine,” Spike growled like a big blonde jungle cat into Buffy’s ear. It sent much pleasant shivers up and down her spine, right to her….

“Absolutely,” she nodded, wide-eyed and very seriously, “and you are mine, too.”

He growled again, a marvelous sound to Buffy, in an all ‘grrr and roary (word?)’ kind of Spike thing that she just realized she adored, immensely.

“Of course I’m yours!” Spike roared loudly as he positioned his shaft between Buffy’s sweet, very wet and tasty little cunny. He had spent the last twenty minutes ‘tasting’ his lovely bride, okay, going down on her as these silly mortals called it. By this time, Spike was more then ready to plunge into her hot depths with his very hard, very eager cock.

“Buffy,” he rasped, looking into her half closed green eyes with complete love and affection, “when I take you, totally take you as mine…” Spike ran his long fingers down Buffy’s soft, warm cheek, “it’s forever, Buffy. For all eternity. Are you sure? Because ‘I am’ Princess, sure that is about this. If you allow me to claim you, accept my claim and return it, then we are bound forever to each other. No going back, luv, never.”

Buffy stared, wide-eyed and hungry at her soon to be mate, “I accept it,” she whispered reverently to Spike.

Without waiting for another heartbeat (hers anyway) Spike plunged into Buffy with a howl and began to pummel her with his quite impressive, hard cock. They rocked together for what seemed like hours, though it had to be only minutes, Spike was murmering the most yummy, nasty and hot things in her ears. All about her hot little, wet cunny and how he was going to shag her into the ground. Make her his woman, forever and ever.

Buffy felt like she was on Cloud 9, and perhaps she really was. All of the doubts and insecurities of the last year faded from her. The horrible night when Angel had seduced her, turned into Angelus and abandoned her.

Next Parker Abrams had cajoled her into sex, too easily, really. Then there was Riley…okay, Riley the fuck ‘who’ Finn? He was supposedly Buffy’s ‘normal’ boyfriend, but the truth was…Buffy would always need a little monster in her man.

Spike, her wonderful, virile, handsome Master Vampire, who was at the moment bringing her, Buffy the Vampire Slayer to her third orgasm, was the monster she needed. In her man that is.

“Oh, fuck, Buffy,” Spike moaned loudly as he began the final rythym that would catapult them both to another orgasm. “Now,” he gasped, “right now, baby.”

He pulled Buffy’s golden hair aside, exposing her luscious neck to his demon. After he wet her soft skin by nibbling her flesh, just above the pulsing point in her neck, he bit down, gently as he could, to draw the small, but necessary amout of her blood into his mouth.

“I love you!” he roared, gleefully, “and you are mine, forever!” Spike began to cum violently, something he expected, of course, but not even he realized to what heights he could go with Buffy. Not until this second, not until right now.

Buffy pulled him desperately to her, cumming along with him, murmering huskily in his ear while he sipped just enough of her blood to form the bond between them.

“Yours!” she gasped wildly.

Just after they had both cum together, before the afterglow of the love making had subsided somewhat, Spike bit his wrist and offerred it to Buffy.

“Return the claim,” he ordered huskily, gazing into her green and golden eyes with lust, love and loyalty.

Buffy stunned him by shaking her head from side to side, “no,” she whispered hoarsely, but quickly pulled his neck to her own mouth. She was strong, was his beautiful little Buffy and it took only a second for Spike to realize what his girl was doing. She was returning the claim, totally, officially and in the vampire way.

Buffy used her blunt, perfect white teeth to bite into his own neck and sip the few drops of his necessary blood to complete the claim they shared.

“Mine!” she rasped, licking his wound with her hot, wet tongue. “Yours, always!” He confirmed as he collapsed down onto Buffy. “My love, my wife,” he murmered into her sweet, wet mouth as he sealed their bond with his kiss.

“Buffy,” Spike whispered lovingly as he spooned her warm little body against his. They were good and married now, in more ways then one and bound together forever.

“Hmmm,” she murmered, turning to face him and snuggling even closer to his body.

“Thank you,” he said shyly, nuzzling her forehead with his.

“For what, baby?” she giggled, stroking his arm with her tiny hand.

“For being here, with me, always. I was so lonely baby,” he explained, “need you so much, love you so much. Thank you.”

She took his face in her tiny hands and kissed his mouth with her sweet lips, “thank you, Spike,” she whispered lovingly. There was just the slightest traces of their blood on each other’s lips.

“Spike,” Buffy sighed, allowing him to cuddle her up as close to him as possible, “what do we do now?”

He chuckled softly as he nuzzled her neck from behind, “well, we could claim each other again.”

Buffy broke out in peals of laughter, shaking wildly, “of course, that’s a given, but I mean,” she tried to calm down, “how do I tell the gang, my Mom that I’m married now. To William the Bloody, no less?”

Buffy raised her left eye mimicing her mate’s favorite habit.

“Well,” he sighed, “we could send out announcements,” Spike smirked and kissed the tip of Buffy’s nose.

“Of course,” Buffy scrunched up her face in deep thought, “my Mom is in LA right now, will be for a week more. She’s on a buying trip for the gallery. Our house is empty and…”

Both of the blonds lay there, thinking for a moment or two then suddenly, they grinned and cried in joyful unison, “Honeymoon!”
 

Chapter 7: ‘Honeymoon!’


A/N: Uhm, something I forgot to mention before this? In this story, Spike is already chipped by the Initiative and Riley will recognize him as Hostile 17. Too bad, Finn, huh! Luv, Spuf


Spike and Buffy had reluctantly departed the borrowed crypt, well, reluctantly only because they didn’t want to lose their privacy. Not even for a moment, but Buffy’s house was empty and heck, they needed a good Honeymoon get-away, right?

Anyway, they, the newly bonded Slayer and Vampire had fled to the privacy of the Summer’s house, where they could be totally alone for a week and sequestered themselves upstairs in Buffy’s bedroom. Buffy had just finished riding Spike and her into another amazing orgasm, when the phone rang, trying to rudely disturb their afterglow.

“Fuck!” Spike growled, “don’t answer that Buffy, it’ll only be that ponce of a Watcher of yours and…”

Buffy stuck her tiny pink tongue out at him, grinning, and picked up the phone, “hello,” she said evenly while her husband, Spike, tickled her left breast and smirked.

“Buffy, dear,” came Gile’s elegant voice from the other end of the line, “where have you been? We’ve been so concerned that you…”

Buffy cut him off quickly, “I’m fine,” she answered abruptly, “no worries and all that, Giles.”

She scowled at Spike who was making mock evil faces at her and tried to remain somewhat serious while on the phone.

“It’s just that you’ve gone missing for 24 hours, Buffy,” Gile’s said evenly, “I even had Xander and Willow go to search you out. They came back a while ago, worried that you were no where to be found.”

With a roll of her eyes, Buffy stifled a giggle as Spike began to waggle his naughty tongue at her suggestively. He was hovering over her hips with his face but grinning up at her while he made it quite clear just what he had in mind to do to her later.

“I’m fine Giles,” Buffy sighed, “in fact, I’m better then fine. I’m fantastic!”

Spike nodded at her and mouthed, “oh bloody hell yeah, you are that luv,” illiciting a hearty laugh from her.

“Buffy are you high on drugs or something?” Giles asked with a worried tone.

“No, Giles,” Buffy sighed again in frustration this time, “I really mean it, I’m fine. I’ll try and explain everything to you later. Just don’t worry about me, please. We’re at home, doing great and we don’t need anybody bothering us! Okay,” she almost yelled at her Watcher, “I’m on Holiday, get it?”

Gile’s gasp was audible to Buffy even though she was sure he tried to hide it. “Well, yes, Buffy,” the older man finally muttered, “but please call me as soon as you end your vacation. Oh, and what do you mean? We?”

Buffy mumbled a quick ‘sure, goodbye’ and hung up the phone. “Now,” she grinned at her smirking mate who had somehow sidled back up to her chest with his lovely mouth, “where were we?”

Later, after they had renewed their vows together, three more times, Buffy lay in Spike’s arms and sighed in complete contentment. She had never felt so free, so right in her life. Like for the first time ever, she knew who she really was and where she belonged.

Spike was half asleep, snuggled up with his head on her right breast, his arms wrapped possessively about her body. Buffy was stroking his now spikey locks tenderly, staring happily up at her bedroom ceiling, as if seeing it for the first time. Suddenly, she caught sight of her left ring finger and realized that it was totally void of any sign that she was now truly a ‘married’ woman.

Without blinking an eye, Buffy burst out into tears, startling her ‘man’ out of his half sleep. He bolted up and reared back on his haunches, “what!” he cried, glancing about the room in confusion.

Buffy sobbed uncontrollably and shook her head as she pointed at her bare ring finger, “I don’t even have a wedding band,” she cried, heartbroken.

Spike was at a loss, truly. He had been a vampire for over 120 years and had never claimed anyone, human or otherwise, even before he’d been turned.

‘Oh bloody hell,’ he thought in exasperation, ‘you’d think I’d have at least given a ring a thought or two.’ With a scowl, Spike thought a moment or two as he tried to comfort his wife with hugs and sweet words, but to no avail.

Buffy just continued to sob, staring bleakly at the tell tale bare ring finger, then back at him, accusingly.

“I thought you loved me,” she wailed at him.

“I do love you, Princess,” Spike murmered, trying to console her with kisses, “more then unlife or life itself, I just didn’t think…”

Buffy pulled away from him, “yeah, you didn’t think, that’s the problem,” she cried again and buried her head in her pillow.

“There, there, luv,” Spike cooed tenderly, “I’ll get you a ring. A right proper ring that everyone will be just so jealous of. Til then,” he thought a moment, “wear this one.”

Slipping his scull ring off of his right smallest finger, he took her tiny hand in his and placed it lovingly on her left ring finger. “It’s not much, but until I can get a proper band or something it’ll do, right?” He asked hopefully.

Buffy sat up and peered at the enormous silver scull ring on her left finger.

“Oh, Spike,” she cried in delight, her tears immediately halting, “it’s perfect!” She threw her arms about him and pulled his body flush to hers in a vice like grip.

“That’s my girl, then,” he purred proudly, “I love you so, Buffy,” he finished almost shyly.

“I love you Big Bad,” she repeated back to him affectionately.

 

Chapter 8: ‘Ain’t Nobody’


“I want to go dancing,” Buffy piped up suddenly, breaking the sleepy afterglow Spike and her were enjoying. “I want,” she continued, dreamily, “a Wedding Dance, like real wedding couples have. Please, Spike,” she purred, coyly, licking his cool, lovely ear with her little pink tongue.

“Let’s go out and dance, show everyone we’re a couple, huh?” she purred again, quite convincingly.

Spike grinned at his wife as he snuggled her closer to him, “yeah,” he agreed with a nod of his blond head, “a Weddin’ Dance, perfect, sweetheart. We’ll rip this lousy town a new one when we show up, arm and arm to the dance floor. Let’s go to The Bronze, hopefully your pals will be there. What’s a better way to announce our nuptials, eh?”

Buffy giggled happily, “yeah, but first,” she scowled, “we both need a shower.”

Spike rolled his Buffy onto her back, while he straddled atop of her, “yeah, that we do, baby,” he whispered silkily, “but first, we need to renew that claim of ours!”

Two hours later, Buffy and Spike were showered and dressed to the nines. Buffy wore a short, very short, actually, black velvet halter dress with strappy black shoes. Spike wore his patent black jeans, black button down shirt and of coure, his leather duster.

The bride who was more then excited to show off her ‘skull’ wedding band to just everyone in Sunnydale, was giddy and animated. The groom, who was just thrilled to be ushering the most beautiful woman in the world, his wife, Buffy, on his arm, was also nearly giddy and animated.

“Thank you for wearing your hair down, luv,” Spike whispered as he nibbled her neck gently, “it makes me crazy, your golden hair all down around your shoulders.” Buffy just smiled at him coyly.

Once they had arrived at ‘The Bronze’ Spike led Buffy up to the mezzanine on the second floor of the club. He sat on his chair and pulled his wife to sit on his lap, holding her about her waist, possessively.

The waiter smiled warmly as he took their order.

“Champagne,” Spike ordered evenly as he licked Buffy’s neck tenderly, “to celebrate,” he explained. “Buffy and me, I’m Spike Sanders by the way, we got married yesterday, kind of eloped, we did. My bride, who is quite beautiful, don’t you agree waiter?”

Spike glared menacingly at the boy with the order pad. The ‘boy’ just nodded politely and waited to write more, “my wife, Buffy Summers-Sanders and me, we want Champagne. And a wedding song, something slow, so her and I can dance slow, like two married people should. Slow and sensual.”

Spike gave the whelp waiter a $20.00 and a $10.00 bill to speed things up a bit. Waiter boy, scurried off to place the two orders and Buffy snuggled closer to her husband, “when we get home tonight,” she purred huskily, “I intend on rewarding you, very well I might add, for ordering me my wine and my dance!”

Spike chuckled wickedly, “I’ll hold you to that, Princess,” he murmered as he reached up under her dress to feel her inner thigh.

Buffy felt the most wonderful tingly sensation begin to flow through her body as her man, William the Bloody, aka Spike, ran his slim, cool fingers along her left thigh.

“Mmmmm,” she purred as he slipped his long middle finger up and into the side of her little black thong.

“Oh,” he growled hoarsely, “how wet you are my…”

Suddenly, over the microphone from the Bronze stage, came an MC’s announcement:

“The Bronze would like to dedicate this song to the our newlyweds, Buffy Summers and Spike Sanders. A life of happiness!” the young MC grinned as he looked up at the second floor of the club at the happy couple.

Spike stood up, Buffy still in his strong arms and carried her down the stairs to the dance floor. Every other patron of the place, wisely stayed off the dance space to allow the newlyweds their wedding dance, at least for the first couple of verses.






The music began to play and Spike and Buffy began to sway together, so closely entwined that no one could tell where he began and she ended.

‘Music is from Chaka Khan’s Epiphany CD: The Best of Chaka Khan, Volume One

Title is: Ain’t Nobody


‘Captured effortlessly
That’s the way it was
Happened so naturally
I did not know it was love
The next thing I felt was
You holding me close
What was I gonna do?
I let myself go’


“Thank you,” Spike whispered to Buffy huskily, as he ground into her.

“For what?” she batted her green eyes up at him as she returned the gesture.

“For loving me,” he said simply, resting his forehead against hers.

“Likewise,” she purred, pinching his bottom seductively and causing his erection to grow even more.

‘And now we’re flying through the stars
I hope this night will last forever’



‘I’ve been waitin’ for you
It’s been so long
I knew what I would do
When I heard your song
Filled my heart with your bliss
Gave me freedom
You knew I could not resist’


“I have been waiting, you know,” Spike murmered into her warm, little ear softly, “since forever, I’ve been waiting for you Buffy.”

She began to weep, quietly, tears of happiness, “me too,” she rasped softly back, “for you I mean.”

By now, the couple had each other in a mutual vice like grip and if they had been alone, they would surely both be naked, prone and making love together like it was the first time for them.


‘And now we’re flyin’ through the stars
I hope this night will last forever
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Chorus:

‘Ain’t nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain’t nobody
Loves me better then you’


‘I wait for night time to come
And bring you to me
Can’t believe I’m the one
I was so lonely
I feel like no one could feel
I must be dreamin’
I want this dream to be real
I need this feelin’

I make my wish upon a star
And hope this night will last forever

Chorus:


By this verse, some other couples had come onto the dance floor to revel in their own private happiness of love. But, Buffy and Spike didn’t see them, they only saw each other and their future together.


‘And first you put your arms around me
Then you put your charms around me
I can’t resist the sweet surrender
Oh, my nights are warm and tender
We stare into each other’s eyes
And what we see is no surprise
Got a feeling most would treasure
And a love so deep we cannot measure’


‘Ain’t nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain’t nobody
Loves me better then you’


“I love you,” Spike murmered as he leaned in to kiss his Buffy, hungrily.

“Love you too,” Buffy echoed back to him as she returned his greedy kisses with her own.

From in back of them, Buffy heard familiar voices. They varied in emotions of shock, anger and congratulations.

“My eyes! I’m blind!” Buffy heard Xander Harris scream.

“I swear,” Willow cried honestly, “I haven’t done anymore spells, honest I haven’t.”

Riley Finn’s booming voice yelped, “Buffy what the hell is going on? What the hell are you doing with Hostile 17?”

It was Oz, the part time wolf boy whose tone was warm and understanding, “congratulations Buffy, Spike,” the red-headed young man said kindly.

 

Chapter 9: ‘Celebration’



“Congratulations, Spike, Buffy,” Oz repeated sincerely, “you make a great couple.”

Spike shook the wolfboy’s hand, earnestly, while Buffy just blushed and giggled in happiness, her slim arms thrown about her husband’s body.

“Oh for the love of Zeus!” the whelp, Xander Harris, cried in frustration, “don’t encourage these two, Oz,” he hissed angrily.

“This is just a spell, it’s gotta’ be,” Xander yelped as he looked at Riley, Buffy’s ex-whatever he was.

“No spell,” Spike growled at Harris, “Buffy and me, we’re good and married, claimed each other. It’s a done deal, whelp, so back off or I’ll…”

Buffy tsked Spike, affectionately, kissed his cheek tenderly, then glared at Xander first, then Captain Cardboard, or, Riley that is.

“It’s no spell, Xand,” she repeated her husband’s words clearly, “Spike and me, we are married. In the demon world and in ours. It was a mutual claim, unbreakable, eternal. So,” Buffy smiled charmingly at Xander, Willow and Riley, “get over it. Slayer’s off the market and hitched.”

Spike grinned widely and pulled Buffy to him, his arms wrapped possessively around her tiny waist.

Buffy looked up, adoringly, into Spike’s indigo blue eyes and allowed him to kiss her, deeply on the mouth. She and Spike seemed to forget that there was anyone around them, especially her best friends and her ex-whats-his-name, oh yeah, Riley Finn.

Oz, dear, loyal and understanding Oz, chuckled loudly, “it’s all right, Wills,” he assured his girlfriend, “I know all about Vampire claims and all. I’m telling you, it is mutual, they’re in love and ‘are’ truly married. You’ll all just have to accept it, believe me. I know what I’m talking about here.”

Xander groaned loudly, “oh shit, I’m gonna’ hurl,” he exclaimed.

“I need a drink,” Willow murmered, “a lot of drinks, really.”

Riley just stood and stared, open mouthed at his ex-girlfriend and this demon piece of shit that had claimed her. Finally, the tall, dark-haired man spoke, “Buffy, you can’t be serious. This has to be a mistake, this is a fucking vampire for God’s sake…”

Spike stopped kissing Buffy, leaving her to gasp at the loss of contact with his mouth.

“Mind your bloody mouth in front of my lady, you bloody ponce,” Spike growled a warning at Riley. “And get the hell out of our faces, we’re celebrating here.”

With that, Spike went back to the pleasant task of ‘celebrating’ with his Buffy by kissing her, passionately.

“This isn’t over, demon, Buffy, not by a long shot!” Riley hissed as he stormed off to join Xander and the rest at a nearby table.

“Time to go home, continue the celebration there, Princess,” Spike whispered seductively into his wife’s sweet, soft, yummy ear.

“Yes, you’re right,” Buffy murmered back, snuggling up even closer to him, “besides, I don’t like the atmosphere, here, any more. Too crowded and unmixy for our celebration.”

She giggled, a delightful sound to Spike and broke away from him, just long enough to lead him out of the Bronze and home. As the couple passed the table of Buffy’s ‘friends’ Spike’s Buffy waved at the group, cheerfully, “have fun,” she crowed to them.

“We certainly will,” she laughed saucily as she grinned at Spike, lovingly.

“God, I love you,” Spike growled lowly, his arms wrapped, once more, about her tiny waist as he followed Buffy outside and home.

“I’ll show you how much I love you,” she wiggled in his arms, “once we get home.”


(I will now be writing some of the story from Oz’s point of view. It is necessary, a third person POV, to get the plot right. Thanks)

The five young people sat at the Bronze table, three of them appeared to be in shock, while the other two were quite non-chalant about the whole Spuffy marriage and all.

“Oh, for crap’s sake, Harris,” Anya Jenkins, Xander’s girlfriend was grumbling, “get over it. Like Oz here says, Buffy and Spike seem to love each other. Quit being such a damn baby!”

Xander looked at his girlfriend as if she’d grown two heads, “but honey,” he whimpered, “she’s the Slayer, she kills demons. Doesn’t marry them, for God’s sake.”

Oz sat, deep in thought as he watched his own girlfriend, Willow’s, reaction to the whole situation. What he saw disturbed him, deeply

“We need to call Giles,” Willow piped up, nervously, “see what he thinks. Although, I’m pretty sure he’ll be as upset as us. Maybe he knows a way to break this bondy/claimy thingy between Buffy and Spike. He ‘was’ into that kind of magical thing, back in College that is. I remember when he…”

“Wills,” Oz whispered lowly, but very seriously, “you don’t want to do that, any of you. I swear, baby, it’s between Spike and Buffy, let it go. You, none of you,” and the red-haired wolfboy glared at each of the people at the small table, in turn, “none of you know what you’re talking about, or what you’re doing in this. I know about these things, I swear, I do and if any of you get involved with breaking this claim, or try and get between Spike and Buffy or their bond, you’ll all be sorry. Take my word for it.”

Anya sighed in exasperation, “Oz is right, Xander, Willow. This claim thing, it’s all important in the demon world, nothing can break it. Well, maybe some big deal magic could break it, but you so don’t want to get mixed up in that kind of crap. Besides, the only reason you’re pissed, Harris,” Anya glared at her boyfriend, “is because of your obsession with Buffy. It’s positively juvenile and ridiculous. Willow, you’re just going along with Xander because he’s your so called best buddy. Get over it already, both of you. And Riley, Buffy never loved you anyway, I doubt if she even liked you that much. Move on, already.”

Everyone at the table, even Oz just stared at the ex-demon girl, open mouthed.

“Just how the hell do either of you know about these demon claims, or bonds or whatever bull shit they’re supposed to mean,” hissed Riley Finn at Anya and Oz.

“We know,” Oz growled back evenly enough, “just take our word for it soldier boy. None of you want to try any hocus pocus crap on Spike and Buffy, period. They’re in love, period. This claim of theirs’ is so strong, even I can see that. Do not ‘try’ and come between them. Willow, I swear to God, you’ll be sorry if you get involved in any magic Giles scheme to keep Spike and Buffy apart. You’ll end up destroying both of them. Please, please believe me.”


‘Meanwhile back at 1630 Revello Drive’


“So, what do you want to do now?” Buffy asked Spike coquettishly.

Spike growled and flipped his naked wife onto her back, against the bed, “more of this,” he moaned against her mouth as he prepared to thrust back into her wet center.

The shrill ring of the phone broke their bonding, “leave that fucking thing to ring,” Spike ordered Buffy, “or I’ll pull the bloody phone out of the wall and throw it into the middle of the street!”

Buffy gave her husband a mock look of fear, “oh pulease,” she giggled, “like you scare me, Mr. Big Bad, I’ll just see who’s calling, it might be my Mom.”

Buffy picked up the receiver and immediately heard Gile’s booming voice, literally screaming from the other end.

“Can you hear this,” she whispered to Spike, knowing full well he must be able to. The vampire nodded in exasperation and flopped back down on the bed with a groan.

“Don’t humans respect Honeymoons, at all, anymore?” he groaned in frustration.

“Buffy!” Giles screamed again to get his Slayer’s attention, “what in the world are you doing? At your home, with that, that thing you’ve gone and married? Are you insane, girl?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and giggled again, especially when Spike sat back up and began to tickle her rib cage, gently.

“I’m enjoying my Honeymoon, Giles,” she chuckled back at the Watcher, while Spike ran his wonderful lips, lightly, across her right shoulder.

“Buffy,” Gile sighed loudly, “you simply cannot be married to a vampire, period. This is just…”

Buffy snapped, right then, “well, I am married to a vampire, Giles,” she exclaimed matter-of-factly, “and do not start with the whole ‘duty, honor, Watcher’s Council, routine of crap.’ I’ve given the last four years of my life to this whole ‘save the world’ scene and I’m tired of it. I’ll continue to fight the good fight, no problem, but get this…I am married, to William the Bloody, aka Spike Saunders. You don’t like it, I get that. Tough. The rest of the gang, they can go take a flying…”

Spike began to chuckle, God but he loved his woman, Buffy. What a tough little thing she was. However, he’d had enough with all of these naysayers putting her and him down about their love for each other.

Spike grabbed the phone and took on his most menacing tone, “Watcher? Get this straight, Buffy and me. We ‘are’ married. Because we want to be, we love each other and nothing is going to break our bond together. Like Buffy says, you don’t like it, too bloody bad. But I’m warning you Watcher, any of you, your little lap dogs, that fucking Council you answer to, you can all go fuck yourselves. Any of you try and come between Buffy and me, including that bastard, Finn, this chip they stuck in my brain won’t mean a fucking thing. I’ll risk a migraine, hell, I’ll risk an aneurysm to protect my wife, and me.”

He slammed the phone down before anyone could say another thing.

“That went well, don’t you think?” Buffy giggled at Spike with a roll of her eyes.

“Quite well, really,” Spike nodded, contented to just have been able to ‘vocalize’ a threat once again.

“Anyway,” Buffy pouted, “where were we?”

Spike pulled her down to the bed and rolled on top of her, just putting his weight on her, to hold her down, a little.

“I think,” he purred in her ear, “that we were right, about here.” He thrust into her, crushing his lips onto hers.

 

Chapter 10: ‘Patroling Together’


A/N: I’m going to go forward with this fic, even though I’ve had a problem with writer’s block. Sometimes, I’m tempted to just end my fics on a happy, perfect Spuffy ending, but then I think, no.

I owe it to the readers to add some angst in the tale, then make everything all right again!?!





“I have got to go out tonight, baby,” Buffy was telling her mate, Spike, the reluctance in her voice was more then obvious. “I have to patrol, for a lot of reasons.”

Spike, aka William the Bloody, frowned, slightly at his mate’s words. “Why the bloody hell to you ‘have’ to do anything for those fucks at the Council?” he asked, his frustration was evident.

They, the couple that is, were lying in bed, naked, as usual, alone in the big house on Revello Drive. For five full days and nights, the duo had done nothing but made love, eat order out food, made love, take showers together, made love, field stupid phone calls from the Scoobies and oh yeah, made love.

“If I go out, well, you and me together, go out and patrol,” Buffy sighed as she snuggled against her ‘man,’ lovingly, “then maybe I can hold Giles and the gang at bay. For a while longer, you know? They are so not going to let this go, baby,” she pouted up at her vampire.

“You know,” Spike leered down at his girl. “When you pout like that, baby, makes me feel all manly and tingly inside. Gonna’ get that pouty little plump bottom lip of yours, sweet.”


Buffy giggled, delighting Spike to no end. He rolled over on top of her, once more, and began to kiss her, endlessly, his greedy mouth was everywhere at once.

“Come on,” Buffy whined, quite unconvincingly, “I’m serious. If you and me go out tonight, make a quick patrol and cover the three SunnyD cemetaries, then how can Giles or anyone stay pissed for too long? Besides,” Buffy pouted again, purposely, “you know you want a spot of violence, don’t you baby?”

Spike grinned down at his mate, with a very convincing evil grin, he hoped anyway. “Yeah,” he purred, running his slim fingers up his woman’s thigh, “a spot of violence is just what I need.”

Buffy chuckled lowly and urged her mate’s hand up into her wet center between her thighs. “Okay,” she purred herself in response, “let’s make with the lovin’ now, we’ll do the violence a little later.”

Later, hand in hand, the Master Vampire and Chosen Slayer, walked through the last cemetary of the night, patrolling together. Spike never felt so ‘alive’ in his entire existence, either as a human or vampire. He couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful woman, his soul mate.

“Thought we might take a trip somewhere,” Spike spoke up, breaking his and Buffy’s comfortable silence. “Maybe head over to England, my homeland and see some sights. What do you say, Princess?” he asked hopefully.

Buffy stopped walking for a moment and seemed to ‘think’ about his proposition. She sighed deeply, then took up her step again, still holding her Spike’s hand.

“I’d love to,” she finally admitted in a soft, girlish voice. “But, I’m not sure the Council, or Giles would approve. Much as I hate it, sweetie,” and here, Buffy stoppped again. She reached up and ran her warm, tiny hand down Spike’s chiseled cheek, “I’m thinking that the Council is not going to allow us to be too contented in our lives together. In fact,” she scowled, her brows were bunched together in thought, “I’m sure that if I leave Sunnydale, with you, of course, that the Council will come after both of us. Like a pack of freaking dogs!”

Spike nodded, signaling his compliance in the matter, but he held his tongue. ‘I’ve no intention of letting anyone ‘come’ after us, baby,’ he assured his Buffy, silently. ‘I will protect you, my love, my mate, until the end of time. And we will leave this fucking dump of a city, soon. Get you away from this prison you’re in, or my name isn’t William ‘the Bloody’ Jameson.

A quick smile appeared on Spike’s face, he felt it and nearly blushed from it. He had not referred to himself as ‘Jameson’ his human last name in over a hundred and twenty years. For some reason, the thought of using that name now, he and Buffy using it, pleased him to no end.

“Not much going on, huh?” Buffy muttered as she looked about the Hollydale Cemetary, quickly. “I guess demons everywhere are on alert. The Slayer is mated to the fiercest, most vicious Master Vampire in history?” Buffy grinned at Spike, noticing his pleased expression at her ‘compliments.’

“Yeah, baby,” Spike gushed, truly flattered by his wife’s words, “the other demon losers know better then to mess with my girl. My Slayer is with me now. Can’t any of them touch you or they’ll feel the wrath of Spike, the Scourge of Europe, the Big Bad of Southern California the…..”

He whipped about and pulled Buffy flush up to his body. Spike knew she could feel his ‘need’ for her down below and he ground into her cunny. The heat of her wet core poured out to him, even beneath her tight jeans she wore.

“Let’s go home,” he moaned into her ear as she reciprocated the grinding motion between his legs.

“Oh yeah,” she giggled, “lets.”

Spike leaned in to kiss his bride, passionately, when suddenly, he felt a sharpe, painful prick in his left thigh. He began to protest, verbally, when everything about him began to fade to black. As he tried to fight the overwhelming dizzyness that encompassed him, Spike saw Buffy’s stunned expression. It was a mix of shock, confusion and fear.

“Buffy,” Spike groaned as he fell backwards, unable to stay awake any longer.

“Spike!” Buffy screamed out, suddenly hit with a sharpe, painful prick in her right thigh.

Before she blacked out and fell completely on the ground, Buffy heard a familiar set of voices behind her and Spike.

“Told you we’d find them here,” Xander Harris crowed smugly.

“I hope we’re doing the right thing,” Buffy heard her beloved Willow say.

“Of course this is right,” Giles stated matter-of-factly, “Buffy’s under some kind of thrall of Spike’s. Has to be. We are merely saving her.”

“Leave that piece of demon shit, Spike, out here,” came Riley’s booming voice, “let the sunrise burn him to toast.”

Buffy felt herself swaying and somehow, she positioned her body over her mate, Spike’s already fallen form. She couldn’t be sure, but after she had stumbled on his apparently still form, Buffy could swear that she heard her Spike whisper, “I love you,” to her. Then, she passed out.

 

Chapter 11: ‘Surprising Allies’


Spike began to wake up, slowly, he had to be, he figured. The pitch blackness he’d experienced for who knows how long, was now lessening and giving way to a semi-brighter light.

His head was pounding, for whatever reason and he certainly knew it wasn’t because of an alcohol induced hangover. Spike hadn’t drank anything, booze wise, for days. He’d been to busy making love to his wife.

‘Buffy!’ he thought, frantically, ‘where is she!’

Finally, he could open his eyes and realized he was in his own crypt, safe. Well, probably not really safe, but at least he was inside, not exposed to the deadly rays of the sun. Spike sensed that indeed, the sun had risen, some time ago, outside. He also sensed that he was not alone in his crypt.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” came a somewhat familiar, male voice from over on his old, beat up sofa. “This is ‘your’ crypt, right man?” Oz asked with a smirk.

“As if anyone else would live here,” the red-haired wolfboy chuckled slightly.

“How?” Spike groaned out, “or should I ask why” He glanced around the crypt, confirming that it was only he and this Oz bloke there.

“Found you, knocked out, outside on the grass,” Oz motioned to the door of the crypt. “Figured I’d better get you inside, before the sunrise greeted you and you went bye bye.”

“Thanks,” Spike mumbled, grogrily. Then he sat straight up, his eyes wide in fear.

“Buffy! Where’s my Buffy?” he screamed, “who took her and where?”

“Calm it down, friend,” Oz ordered firmly, “I ‘think’ I know where they took Buffy. I ‘know’ who took her and why. But you can’t do anything about it, not just yet, sunlight, remember?”

Spike pulled himself up from the ground and stumbled over to his makeshift fridge. He pulled out some pig’s blood and began to rip the bag open with his teeth. Pausing, he turned to look at his would be savior, who still sat, silently watching Spike.

“Those fucked friends of hers, right?” Spike growled to Oz. “They took my Buffy away, didn’t they?”

Oz eyed Spike, almost warily, taking in the vampire’s furious expression and feeling the anger just radiate off his powerful body. The red-head sighed, then nodded slowly.

“Yes,” Oz confirmed what Spike already knew, “I’m pretty sure it was Giles, Harris and I’m afraid, my girl, too, Willow. Tried to talk them out of this, thought I’d gotten to Wills, but….”

Spike’s blue eyes were narrowed into slits, especially when Oz added, “I think Finn’s with them, too. This whole ‘operation’ of theirs smacks of the Initiative.”

“WHAT!” Spike roared, crushing the bag full of pig’s blood, spewing the contents everywhere.

“If that fucking soldier boy screws around with my wife, I’ll….” Spike growled like an animal.

“No,” Oz shook his head, firmly, “it’s not about that. That much I know. It’s about finding a way to break this claim of yours, between you and Buffy. Like I said,” the usually quiet wolfboy mumbled, “I tried to explain the seriousness of the claim. Make my girl, at least, understand that it’s permenant, unbreakable and mutual. Willow, much as I love her, is a follower. She’s loyal to Buffy, yes, and to me. But she’s loyal to Harris and Giles too, totally dedicated to this ‘slayer’ cause and all.”

“Then how do they expect to break Buffy’s and my claim?” Spike asked, trying to calm down long enough to figure out a plan. “If you told Red that the claim is unbreakable?”

Oz cringed slightly, Spike noticed, “Willow,” he sighed, “she thinks she’s the next Witch of the Year canidate. I guess Giles and Harris, and Finn have talked her into to trying to use magic to break the claim. Some stupid spell or something. Willow even went so far to contact a powerful witch friend of hers, Tara McClay. Don’t worry,” Oz quickly assured Spike, “Tara called me, right after she hung up with Wills. Apparently, Tara McClay understands the nature of demon claims, much more so then my Wills does. She refused to help Willow, or the others.”

Spike flopped down on the old, matching, beat up chair, across from Oz. He buried his head in his hands and groaned loudly. “Then why take Buffy? Where did they take her?”

“I’m guessing that the gang of idiots are going to try some magical spell anyway, themselves. Well, or get my Wills to do it. Harris and Giles have convinced Willow that it’s for the best, as far as Buffy’s concerned. As to where they took Buffy? My guess would be to the Watcher’s place, Giles’ house. After all, ‘you’ have an open invitation into Buffy’s Mother’s home, so…..”

“Bloody hell!” Spike roared again, his temper rearing it’s ugly head. “If they hurt her, I’ll….”

“I don’t think they’ll hurt Buffy, Spike,” Oz assured him quietly, “not on purpose, anyway. But,” the red-haired man paused, thoughtfully, “I also don’t think that any of them, Wills included realize just what they’re doing. I know, as I’m sure you do, that if they keep Buffy and you apart, for any length of time, you’ll both die. I mean ‘really die’ without each other’s companionship.”

Spike gave Oz a surprised look, shocked that the bloke knew so much about vampire claims. As if he could read Spike’s mind, Oz clued him in on some of his own, personal facts.

“I am what I am, Spike,” Oz explained with a shrug. “I am part wolf, well, for a couple of nights a month.” The red-head grinned at the vampire, “being a wolf and occasionally running in a family pack. Yes, Spike, my entire family has this curse, but anyway, I know about wolf/demon lore and traditions. We, wolves that is, bonding claims mean as much to us as they do to vampires. It’s that simple,” Oz shrugged again.

“So, you understand,” Spike whispered, still stunned by Oz’s admission. “About Buffy and me, how much we love and need each other?”

“Completely,” Oz nodded, seriously.

“Willow and me,” Oz continued, “we had a date last night. At least, we were supposed to. She called at the last minute and cancelled, came up with some lame excuse that I saw right through. I stopped by the Summers’ home, realized you two were both gone and figured out you’d gone patroling together. Checked out the two other graveyards in town before I made it here, to yours. I found you, Buffy was already gone.”

“Thanks again, mate,” Spike nodded at Oz, “for saving my arse and trying to help Buffy and me.”

“No problem,” Oz shrugged again, a habit of his, “I understand you and Buffy, your bond, totally. Buffy, she accepted me, right off, even after she found out I myself was part demon. She loves Willow like a sister, so, she took me into the gang, for my girl’s sake. That’s why I want to help you guys, Spike, for Buffy’s sake. To thank her. I know you two love each other.”

“I’ve got to come up with a fucking plan!” Spike stated, rather loudly. “A real genious of a plan to get my baby back,” he lit a cigarette quickly and thought for a moment.

“No offense,” Oz interjected, cautiously, “but I’ve heard that your so called plans don’t work out so well, you know?”

Spike shot Oz an evil grimmace, to which the red-head just shrugged again. “Only bein’ honest man,” Oz responded.

“Of course, you can’t go anywhere, or do anything until sundown, so you might as well kick it and plot all day.” Oz leaned forward on the sofa and scrunched up his own brows. “Thought I’d go take a look see at Giles’ place, make sure I’m right about where the fools took Buffy. Try and find out what they are really up to and how they’re going to break this claim. Or try and break it, anyway. I just can’t seem to get it into any of their thick skulls that a mutual bonding claim is unbreakable, period.”

Oz sighed again and stood up from the sofa. He began to stroll about Spike’s upper crypt and look at things setting about, leaving the vampire to think, in silence.

“Nice guitar, dude,” Oz opined, honestly, scanning the beautiful instrument on a dusty, mangled looking table.

“No way!” Oz suddenly yelped, excitedly, “no fucking way!”

He turned to Spike, who had jumped up from the chair, momentarily stunned by Oz’s loud outburst.

“Is this really Eric Clapton’s autograph on this guitar?” Oz asked excitedly, pointing to the name written on the back.

“Yeah,” Spike responded, sheepishly, “met him in London. Years ago, back in the 70’s actually. Admired him and all. And before you ask, yes, Clapton gave me that guitar, believe it or not. Of course, he’s pretty astute, old Eric, realized I was a vampire right off.”

Oz grinned and set the guitar back on the table, reverently.

“There is something to be said for being around in ‘unlife’ for so many years, huh?” Oz chuckled and turned to leave the crypt.

“I’ll get back to you, soon,” the wolfboy nodded at Spike. “Please, man, just sit tight, really. You won’t do Buffy or yourself any good if you take off, run out into the sunlight and dust yourself. Tonight, I’ll be back here, go with you to Giles house. I just hope all this won’t be necessary. I hope I’ve talked some sense into my Wills before that.”

With that, Oz left Spike alone in his crypt. Spike flopped back down on his sofa, feeling completely alone and helpless.

“I’ll find you baby,” he mumbled to the empty, dank air about him. “And when I rescue you, my sweet,” he continued with a growl, “I’ll fucking rip those bastards’ throats out, the ones that took you. Chip or no chip.”




Buffy had been awake for at least an hour or nearly two. When she woke up, she immediately recognized her Watcher’s guest bedroom. However, she did not recognize the ropes and chains that held her, securely, tied to the four poster bed.

“God dammit!” Buffy had howled, angrily as she pulled at the ropes and chains. “I’m gonna’ so kill them, all of them for this,” she hissed loudly.

“Buff?” came Willow’s timid voice from the bedroom door. “You okay?”

Buffy gave her so called ‘best friend’ an angry glare. “Hardly, Willow,” she hissed at the red-head, “but I could be okay. Just undo these ropes and take whatever mumbo jumbo spell you’ve concocted on me. In other words, Wills…..get me the fuck out of here!”

Willow, to her credit, began to cry, softly. “I, I can’t, Buff,” she stuttered nervously. “Giles and Xander say this is for the best. For you, Buff. They told me that I’m only helping you break free of Spike’s thrall over you. I only want to help you, sweetie, honest.”

Buffy slammed her head back on the pillow below it, growling in frustration. She thought for a moment, then finally responded to Willow.

“I am not under some thrall of Spike’s,” she hissed at Willow. “I’m bonded to him, happily. Spike and me, we are married, Wills. Married to each other! Why the hell can’t you nut jobs get that?”

“Because it’s not true,” came Riley’s voice from the bedroom door. “It can’t be, baby,” he whined as he joined Willow at Buffy’s bedside.

“So do not call me ‘baby’ Riley,” Buffy growled at Riley this time. “I’m not your baby. I’m Spike’s ‘baby’ and always will be. He’s my mate and…..”

Riley smirked, smugly, “don’t think so, Buff,” he looked straight at her. “By now, lover boy is burnt toast, outside of his own crypt. He’ll learn to take my girl from me and…..”

Buffy tried to sit straight up again, pulling desperately at the chains on her arms and legs.

‘It’s not true,’ Buffy assured herself, frantically. ‘If my mate was dead, or dead again, that is, I’d know it. Feel it.”

The Slayer smiled, oddly, realizing that her mate, William the Bloody, was indeed still unalive and safe, for the moment that is.

Buffy turned her hateful glare back at both Riley and Willow, she nearly bared her teeth at these two so called friends of hers.

“When I get out of here,” she began with a low, gutteral growl, “when Spike and me are reunited?” Buffy grinned, pretty evilly for a ‘Chosen’ one, that is. “I am so going to kick all of your respective asses,” Buffy continued with her threat. “This isn’t a threat kids,” she hissed, using one of Spike’s patent smirks. “For me and my mate, Spike. Consider this a promise.”

 

DANCE OF THE MATES


Chapter 12: ‘Save Me!’


“Ten minutes or so and counting,” Spike growled as he stood by his crypt door. It was less then ten minutes until the sun would drop, conveniently, into the horizon just past the Pacific Ocean. He, Spike, he had not seen that sun, or felt it’s warmth on his body in over one-hundred and twenty years. No, he’d only began to feel the joy and pleasure of it’s warmth, once again, when he had mated with his Slayer, his mate, his wife, Buffy.

“Buffy is my sun,” Spike whispered, his unbeating heart suddenly feeling very much ‘alive’ and painfully breaking.

Now fools who had no concept of what Buffy and he shared together had taken her from him. Left him to perish in heartbreak and death from the lack of his Buffy’s nearness.

“I’m coming for you,” Spike growled to the evening air, even if he could not yet stand in it. “I’ll be there, soon, baby,” he hissed his promise to his mate. ‘If they’ve harmed you,’ Spike thought, suddenly frightened at the possibility that those fucking morons had hurt his mate. Even in ignorance, it was a possibility, on the Watcher’s part, even the whelp’s and Red’s. Finn was a fucking idiot, so there was no telling what his jealous state might unleash on poor Buffy.

“I’ll rip their throats out, one-by-one, sweetheart,” he began to vocalize his threats to his missing wife. “If they’ve harmed you, or made you less then you are, less mine, or in any way, I’ll massacre them. I don’t give a fuck if I have a permenant migraine from it!”

Spike had already began to feel the effects of being seperated from his Buffy. His whole body was starting to shake, in pain and loss of her nearness. He knew she had to be feeling the same way and it nearly killed him, again.

“Gotta’ stay focused,” he told himself, constantly. “I have got to stay together and get to her, fast. Get her out of that nightmare. Fucking friends of hers, they got no idea what they’ve done. To both of us.”

Spike suddenly sensed the wolfboy, Oz, at his crypt door. He backed away from the heavy doors and bade the red-haired demon into his home.

“Spike,” Oz panted, apparently out of breath from running to the cemetary, “Buffy. They do have her at Giles. She’s like tied and chained up, under some kind of ‘holding spell’ of Willow’s. My baby, Wills, she’s put some kind of barrier around the Watcher’s crib, made it invicible to vampires, you in particular.”

“NO!” Spike roared his anger. He tried to get past Oz, who was now standing guard at the crypt door, but the part wolf stopped him. Surprisingly, this Oz was quite strong, even though vampires were usually the toughest of the demon world.

“It’ll be sunset, in less then five, man, come on. You wanna’ go out and burn up like toast?” Oz had Spike by his arm. The red-head just shook his head, somewhat frustrated himself. “Just wait, for five minutes, dude. I’ll go with you, to Giles place. I tried to talk some sense into Willow, again. But…..”

Oz sighed, his head hung down in defeat. “I’ve thought about ‘claiming’ Willow, myself,” the red-haired man shook his head sadly. “But after this? She has no clue as to what this would mean for us…for Wills and me The sanctity and commitment involved in it.”

Spike realized, somewhat in awe, that Oz truly loved Red, without hesitation. Just like he, Spike, loved Buffy. Only, sadly, the little witch, Willow, might never be able to commit herself, wholly to this love sick half-demon, Oz.

“Sorry mate,” Spike whispered, honestly. “Guess I’m so wrapped up in trying to save my love, Buffy, that I forgot about your feelings for your girl, in this mess.”

Oz shrugged, non-chalanty, but Spike knew the poor guy was in emotional pain.

“Red,” Spike began carefully, “your girl is young yet, mate. She’ll grow up and see the world, make her own choices, yes?”

The red-haired young ‘man’ responded with a sad, half-smile, “my Willow is the same age as your Buffy,” Oz pointed out. “She ‘is’ grown,” he added with a smirk.

“Not really,” Spike shook his blond head, somberly, “Buffy was born older then anyone. She had to be, she’s the Chosen One. Slayers don’t get a real carefree teenage time. They’re older, wiser beyond their years. Truth is, Oz,” Spike thought out loud, “Buffy was meant to mate young. I believe that. Thank God,” here the vampire cringed, just a tad at the ‘Omnipresent One’s name. “Thank God,” he repeated, almost nervously, “that it was me that the Power’s that Be decided my Buffy was to mate with.”





Oz smiled, sadly at Spike, “it’s cool, Spike,” he finally smiled slightly. “Maybe Willow will be able to understand, someday. Maybe even after this is all over with and all?”


“Sun’s gone, mate,” Spike pointed out the obvious with determination, “let’s go.”

“Giles,” Buffy was talking the most calm, rational voice she could muster, “please, call this off.”

She had been pleading with Giles, Willow, clueless Xander and yes, even her fucking ex-boyfriend, Riley, for hours. To no avail, unfortunately.

‘God, Spike, come save me. Come for me, baby,’ although she knew her silent pleading was unneccessary. Buffy had no doubt her beloved mate would come for her, soon. However, the problem was, how would Spike save her? She was already feeling the effects of being seperated from her mate and they were not pretty.

“Maybe we should gag her,” Xander offered, seriously.

Everyone in the room, Riley included gave poor Xander an incredulous look.

“We are so not going to gag Buffy,” Willow stammered nervously, “I can’t let you guys to that to her. This is bad enough.”

The witch stared over at her probably ex-best friend and sighed, audibly. “I hate this, Giles, Xander,” Red muttered, her voice was ragged with lack of sleep and perhaps earlier tears. “Oz says…..”

“He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about,” Riley growled loudly.

“Hey, don’t say fuck in front of Wills,” Xander whined, coming to stand in front of the Initiative soldier. “I don’t agree with Oz, about this claim crap and all, either, but you don’t have to talk filthy in front of Willow, or Buffy for that matter.” Harris seemed to stand up to Riley, facing off with him and defiant.

“Sorry,” Riley mumbled under his breath. Then he left the room completely.

“How long does this barrier spell last Willow?” Giles asked the witch, unable to even look at his Slayer by now. “Spike is very much unalive, that much we know and he will ‘not’ just let this go. He’ll be here within minutes of the sun going down and I do not feel like taking on a Master Vampire, especially without my Slayer.”

“I am so not ‘your’ Slayer, Giles, not anymore,” Buffy hissed from the bed. “And I might remind you that ‘I’ am still in the room. Do not talk around me like I’m some five-year-old errant child. It’s just going to add to the ass kicking you’re all going to receive from my mate and me. Once I’m out of this mess. Which will be soon, I assure you,” she grinned, smugly at the three so called friends left in the room.

Xander eyed Buffy, nervously, “she’s right,” he mumbled lowly, “if we don’t break this stupid claim of theirs? Buffy and Spike will wipe up Sunnydale with our collective asses when this is over. Just how long ‘does’ the barrier spell, on the Blond Wonder, Spike, work, Wills?”

‘He sounds terrified,’ Buffy thought, taking wicked delight in her ex-friend’s fear. ‘Good! I hope they all have nervous breakdowns after this. Serves them right!”

“He’s here,” Buffy gasped in delight, already feeling the positive affects of Spike’s nearness. “My mate’s here!” She would have clapped her tiny hands in delight, that is if she could have.

Moments later, loud arguing could be heard from downstairs in Giles’ living room.

“Get out!” Riley was screaming at Oz, who for once, was anything but quiet and reserved.

“Fuck off, soldier boy,” Oz growled, loud enough for the people upstairs to hear. In fact, Oz truly ‘growled’ the next time, kind of like a wolf fighting over his territory.

“Willow!” Oz came bursting into the room, nearly yelling. “Get that damn barrier spell off from around this house! Spike’s here to take his mate home and you need to all pull your heads out of your asses about this!”

“We, we can’t baby,” Willow mumbled, weakly, “I haven’t been able to break the claim thingy yet and….”

“And you never will!” Oz finished for her. “Wills, I mean this, you can’t do anything about this. The only way is for one of the mates to die and…..”

“That’ll be easy,” Xander and Riley (who had now re-joined the group in the bedroom). “We’ll just stake that piece of demon shit out there, who’s pacing up and down Giles front lawn at the moment, and…..”

“No!” screamed Buffy desperately.

“I have a cross-bow stashed here,” Xander offered quickly. “We wouldn’t even have to go out and actually face Spike. Just shoot him from the door?” The black haired man grinned in relief, “I’m a great shot with the bow and….”

“No!” yelled Oz, almost as desperately as Buffy, “if either one of them, Spike or Buffy dies? The other one won’t last a day. That’s the catch in the claim, part of the bond. Yes, a death of one will break it, but only in this world. It’s a Catch-22 clause, really. The answer to the ‘break’ is that the remaining mate cannot survive for more then 24 hours, 48 at most without the dead one. That way, they are reunited in the netherworlds.”

Oz was serious as a heart attack and Buffy was relieved that he seemed to know so much about ‘claims’ and all. ‘Why wouldn’t he,’ she reminded herself, ‘wolves are the most claimy/bondy animals on earth. More so then human animals, or so it would seem,’ she thought, sarcastically.

Outside of the Watcher’s house, Spike was pacing, no, make that stalking up and down, just in front of the invisible barrier. The one that kept him from his mate, Buffy. His lifeless heart was breaking and he never felt so fucking helpless in his entire unlife, or human life for that matter.

Pausing from his stalking, Spike clenched his fists up as his sides and stared at the upper window of Giles’ house. He could ‘feel’ his mate up there and could also feel her pain and fear.

“Buffy!” he suddenly roared like a lion up at the window. Actually, it was more of a pained howl.

‘Spike,’ he could ‘hear’ her sweet voice speak to him.

‘I can’t invite you in, baby,’ she moaned, ‘the barrier, it’s too strong. I miss you, I love you honey,’ she finished before her words faded completely.

Spike felt his tears begin to fall down his cold cheeks, ‘I love you and miss you too,’ he whispered back, knowing his mate could ‘hear’ him also. ‘I’ll get back, sweet,’ he growled. He just wasn’t sure how.

 

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