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How did Spike get a taste for such... unspeakable things? Spike/Angelus Rated NC-17
Unspeakable Things Chapter 2 Why did I let him do what he did? Her upbringing was far from prudish, but Spike has been introducing her to one wildly-kinky, great feeling thing after another. Ever since her friends brought her back from the dead, from heaven, she has fought to go on hour-by-hour. The intense orgasms Spike brings her allow her to escape for brief periods. When she feels dead to her friends, her family, only Spike can make her feel anything. Maybe just in physical ways, but they help her go on. He loves me, yet I cannot love him. He has no soul. She hates when he tries to force himself on her emotionally. She treats him as a whipping boy, but he comes back for more again and again. But he’s been so gentle tonight. I don’t know how to take it. So far, all their sex has been kick-you-across-the-room, knock-down-the-house rough. Then he was just making her feel, just… fucking her, and she did not want to talk to him, just feel him. Feel his hard body against her and his hard cock inside her. Tonight, he’d taken control from her, and then given it right back. She could have said stop at any time, and he would have backed off like a gentleman. What is it makes me trust him? Every piece of logic and the full evidence of history scream that he should never be trusted. Even one tiny bit. But the last few years… Spike has been fighting at her side. True, sometimes it’s been for his own agenda or gain, but he’s not hurt her or any of her friends despite all his bluff and threats. His strength in the stand against the demon god Glory is particularly notable. Glory had captured and severely tortured the vampire. When Buffy had gone to him to discover the depth of his betrayal, she had found him torn and bleeding. When he moved she had actually heard ribs grind together. But he had expressed how he felt, how much she and her sister Dawn meant to him. She was fully ready to stake him through the heart. Instead, she had kissed him for his courage. It was the first time she had clearly seen his bewildering… the only word that fit was humanity… in him. The Slayer props herself up on one elbow and looks at the vampire who has just fucked her up the ass. The only sweat on his lean body came from her. He is only warm where he touches her. Maybe it is true to some degree that her cannot live without her. He lays with one arm is over his head. She lets her eyes wander over the exaggerated arch of his ribs, over the ripped abs to his penis. He has tossed the condom aside somewhere. He is still a little hard and she wonders if he is ever completely soft. It seemed that even when he was trying to kill her she would encounter his hardness when they tussled. Spike’s very character is hunger for one thing or another, mostly bad things. She realizes the flip side of knowing how to fight and inflict pain is knowing how to create great pleasure. Apparently both excite Spike. She gives a little shudder. He notices, opens his eyes and turns to her. “Cold, Pet?” “No,” Buffy shakes her head and looks away to a candle before he can see how she is checking him out. But it is too late. “Liked that did you, Love?” She does not bother to answer. “I’ve dreamed of doing that for someone for… I don’t know… 75 years or more.” He said “for” and not “to.” It must be a safety/sanity mechanism, which makes her forget how very old he is. That does not happen with Angel. He wears his long years like a second black coat. Her thoughts click together with something Spike had said while they were resting. “To you… by… Angel?” she hates it when Angel’s past rears up and slaps her. Spike snorts. “Angelus, yeah.” He studies the ceiling. “I was trying to take over, to unseat granddaddy. Dru spurred me on, leading me to greater depths all the time…” he trails off. For a few minutes the only sound in the crypt is the sputter of candles. “It was around 1887, I think it was. We were in France somewhere. I wanted a piece of the action from the local street gangs and… well… it ended badly. Two of Dru’s new toys got dusted and Angelus took a stake through the leg. We barely got away. “We went and holed up in the forests for a while. We killed off the staff that was caring for some rich fart’s summer cottage. It took all winter before he could walk again. Tore a muscle clean off, it did. All that time he just kept glaring at me. You know how Mr. Neanderthal Brow can glare,” Spike chuckles a little. “but he never said a word to me. Not a word about what happened. Not a word about how both Darla and Dru were coming to me for... attention. We had to take care of him, just like when you put me in a wheelchair a couple of years ago, Love.” Buffy has never heard a story like this from him before. He is normally all quippy and glib. She watches his expression as he speaks. “When he is finally on his feet he stalks about, getting his strength back. Dru was getting bored and I took her out to find some fun.” A part of Buffy wonders at her lack of jealousy for the way he keeps talking about Drusilla, his sire and lover for over a hundred years and Darla who sired Angel. “I raided a gypsy camp about 10 miles into the woods. They take off chasing me and nearly catch me. I go home and tell Angelus we need to leave. “The next night he goes out and feeds. Oh how he must have fed. “When he comes bursting back in about an hour before dawn I can see his hard on even through his heavy wool pants. I think he wants a romp with Darla cause he’s not been up to it for so long. I say something to this effect and he comes straight at me.” Spike pauses again. Buffy feels the horror, as she can see where this is going. She wants to not hear, to run away, but she can tell he needs to talk, that this has been weighing on him for a long time. He has been there for her for quite some time. Spike has drawn his arm over his eyes and reaches for a blanket to cover him up. As Buffy rolls off one so he can pull it up, she notices that, yes, Spike can be completely flaccid. He lays quietly for a minute more. Buffy hesitates and then lays a hand on his shoulder. A small smile quirks Spike’s drawn mouth, “ you don’t want to hear about this. I’ll be a good boy and be quiet now.” “Spike. You have been there for me for quite some time now. Go on, I owe you.” He lowers his arm and views her with a bit of that expression of wonder he had when he first saw her alive. “Yeah?” he breathes. “I’m here.” Spike just gazes at her with his puppy face on. His adoration makes her squirm, “go on before I get tired of being goggled at.” She sees her discomfort and tries to pull a bit of bravado. “Well, he comes at me and I don’t know what is happening. I expect him to hit me, but before I know it, he whips me around and throws me against the heavy mahogany table. It was one of those massive castlely things that can seat twenty. The table with me on it slides ten feet into the wall.” Spike moves his arm over his eyes again without being aware of it. “He’s there, on me before I can recover. As he rips my pants off, he growls at me. I can hear in his voice he is full demon face. ‘Don’t you EVER endanger us again. I will kill you. If it weren’t for Drusilla, I would have long ago.’ “I hear a rip and it finally comes to me what he is about. Believe me, I tried to get up. I have never encountered anyone or anything as strong as he was at the moment. ‘As it is, I’ll stake you this way. Let you know who is leader of our pack.’ “I have been stabbed, burned, scratched, flayed, and had a stake through me, but nothing has ever hurt like being impaled like that. Suddenly, forcefully, and by someone I trusted. Sure, he had beaten me down before, but never… violated me. “It worked. I could not move without wanting to scream for two weeks. I behaved after that.” Buffy feels tears slide down her face in his silence. One lands on his shoulder and he moves his arm to look at her. “Ah, Pet, it was a long time ago.” Spike smiles and brushes a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “I turned my anger at Angelus… elsewhere. I won’t go into detail.” He puts his arm back behind his head. “Thank you for listening. I have never spoken of it. I did not realize how much of it I still carried with me.” They lay in comfortable quiet until Buffy has to ask. “But, how come you… enjoy it now?” “I had fantasies about buggering a woman when I was a human. A young human. But even in school, I never…. It was years later I got to wondering about it again. I wanted to know how it was done in love. I started hiring ladies of the night. Not killing them, not all of them, but playing with them. They taught me things and played on my own. Slow and gentle with lots of lube. And it can feel so good. He rolls over to face her and runs the back of his hand over her arm. “It’s been my private fantasy to gently teach someone about this pleasure. No one has ever known, not even Dru.” “So now I’ve been buggered?” Buffy asks. Spike laughs. “That’s right. You have been well and thoroughly buggered.”
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