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It's Spike's turn. Graphic sex. Spike/Buffy Rated NC-17
Unspeakable Things Chapter 3 Spike suddenly
tosses off the blanket and goes to the basin. He wants to leave the past behind
him. “Need to wash up, Pet.” He brings a wet washcloth and towel to her.
Sorry the water’s cold. She heard me out. She cares. Maybe… maybe she can
love me. He relives the feeling of finally being inside Buffy. She had
enjoyed it. He knew she would. I wonder if she will do something for me? I
had better not push it. Buffy cleans herself and watches Spike as he busies himself washing with his back to her. The whole thing suddenly gels in her mind. She knows what Spike wants, what he needs, though she doubts he will say it. Quietly, she gets up and reaches into her satchel, coming up with a stake. It is about a foot long and 2 inches thick, carved from smooth hard wood with a pointy business end and a knob on the other one to keep it from slipping out of her grasp. “Spike,” she says. “Ready for another round, love? We can see what else will fit…” He freezes when he sees her. “I know what you need,” the Slayer says, stalking toward him, the stake raised to strike. Though she is naked, she still radiates power. “Now wait a minute! This isn’t funny!” He backs away around the sarcophagus. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” “I thought the rules were ‘stop’ or ‘more?’ Isn’t that right?” Spike stops his retreat. She can see his fear fade into surprise and excitement. His head tilts to one side. She loves it when he does that. “Yeah.” He studies the stake and sees she is holding it backwards with the rounded knob in the striking position. “Yeah?” Buffy keeps up her Slayer mode. “Come here,” Buffy orders. She kicks aside a pile of blankets and points. “Stand in front of me.” She watches him take long strides towards her, his penis damp from the washing and getting hard. He stands in the place she had occupied earlier. She points to it, “did you wash that really good?” Spike nods. She steps back and takes her turn at taking advantage of the mass of candles. She has seen him shirtless plenty of times. She can never decide if he just doesn’t need the protection from the elements or if he’s just vain. “Like the whole package?” He runs a hand down his chest and on down to cup his balls. That answers it. He’s just vain. “Shush.” Buffy admires the way his abs v down into his flat belly and meld to the root of his penis. She admires the angles of his hipbones. “Can I ask you something, Spike?” “Anything at all.” “Do vamps loose body fat when…” Spike chuckles. “I didn’t loose any, but I was always a skinny lad. Gained muscle, though. It’s a funny thing I never really thought about it.” He stops talking when she falls to her knees in front of him. It is clear she isn’t listening. She looks at the hard penis before her. She likes the way his long fingers are wrapped around the base of his penis. Pale flesh mixed with dark hair. This is the first uncircumcised penis I’ve ever really seen. “Turtlenecks are so years ago.” She says after a moment’s study. “It’s the Victorian style, pet. Never seen one this good before?” “It’s kind of… ugly.” “Hey! Watch it! I’m rather attached to him.” “Him? So what’s his name?” “None of your
business, Slayer,” he says in a playful tone. “Vamp’s got to have some
secrets.” Spike is glad he can’t blush. Dru was the first person to ever
call me Spike. First time she got my pants off. Buffy hefts the stake again. “Oh, maybe I can convince you to tell me.” She stands up with an air of command. “Leave Mini Spike alone and turn around.” “So you can
stake me in the back?” he cocks his head to one side and touches his tongue to
his upper lip. Please, please, please. “Maybe.” Spike turns around and she enjoys the rear view. His shoulder blades are prominent and his torso long, tapering to a narrow waist. The candlelight makes yummy shadows in the divots of his ass cheeks. He flexes to show off. Setting the stake aside, she steps up close to him and runs her hands over his shoulders. Up and through his hair, across and down his back. She runs a hand down either side and down to cup the cheeks of his ass as he had her. “Do you like that?” “More,” he says so quietly, as if he does not want to break a spell. She’s going to do it. I can end my days happier after this. “Let’s see what other secrets I can find.” She picks up the stake and runs the knob along the crack of his ass. Spike moans. “Bend over.” He leans forward even as she had and rests his elbows on the sarcophagus. She likes this power over him. She can see what he was saying about the dominance aspect of it. And the trust. “Spread those long legs of yours.” He does so. Spike can feel himself grow harder in anticipation. He knows she will do it right. She retrieves the lube and puts some on the stake, but it slides right off. “More?’ Spike asks at the delay. “Or are you just teasing a bloke?” She catches some of the slippery stuff on two fingers and slaps it up against his asshole, making him jump a little. “Patience.” She rubs some on the wooden stake and brings it the bear. Gently she pushes it in. “Like that?” she asks quietly, not wanting to hurt him. “Perfect, more.” “Stop me if I do it wrong.” “You’ve never done this before?” he asks with sarcasm. She smacks his ass cheek, hard. “Of course not,” she laughs. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He savors the tingle of the impact. “I don’t think you can hurt me doing that. More.” She presses the smooth wood in, working it a bit. There is none of the resistance Spike had encountered with her. Then again, there is no way Spike is any kind of virgin. “More,” he breathes like a prayer. She works it deeper, pulling out and pressing a little deeper each stroke. “Oh god, more, please, Buffy.” “It’s all the way in, should I… add another stake?” Spike hesitates. If I don’t ask her now, it will never happen. “Will you… use your hand?” he breathes. Buffy hesitates. “Please. I beg you. I want this, just this once.” His voice is strained with longing. He does not turn to face her. She removes her hand. “One condition.” He does not move. “Anything.” “I want to see your face. I want to… watch you.” He turns, smiling gently, takes her face in his hands and kisses her. He hoists himself up on the tomb and settles himself with his feet on the edge, knees high. Buffy takes a deep breath, not quite believing what she is doing and rubs lube on her hand. The angle is different now, and he reaches down to help her find it. Almost absently studying his penis, watching it jump and throb, she slips in three fingers at first, soon adding the fourth. Her thumb is folded across her palm. They are both are still when she finally looks into his face. He is panting and smiling at her. She’s so gentle. So deadly, yet she can be this gentle. She hesitates. “I’m all out of fingers.” She has to admit she is dripping again, watching Spike writhe under her. Is this how men feel? This feeling of flesh surrounding flesh? This intrusion into another person, so intimate? “More? Deeper? Please?” This last is whispered. To want something for so long. She kisses his inner thigh where it is presented to her and begins pressing inwards. Now she finds the resistance. Remembering how it felt and how Spike moved when inside her, she copies this. She firmly presses, watching as Spike’s eyes roll up and close, his mouth open. There is a sudden give and almost a suction as the thick heel of her hand passes the resistance and she slides in to the wrist. Spike lets out a long groan which blends to a growl as his face morphs from human to demon. She is still as she feels the muscles within him fight the intrusion, then quiet. A shudder passes through him. He opens his now yellow eyes and nods. She pushes a little and her arm slides deeper. “Oh god, Buffy!” “More?” she asks. He reaches down and feels where her hand intrudes into him. “Just a little, please?” he breathes. He feels her move within him. “Buffy, please. Touch me! Let me come!” Buffy wraps her free hand around his neglected member. He starts to come at once. “Oh, Buffy!” he gasps, dedicating his orgasm to her. She watches the paradox of the features designed to kill twisted in ecstasy. He pulls her buried hand out and comes even harder. He cries out so loudly, she knows it has to have been heard across the cemetery. His body finally subsides and comes to rest with his legs dangling off the side of the bed. She cannot resist reaching out and giving his deflating penis one more squeeze. The lean, naked vampire shudders all over and grabs her hand, pulling it away. The ugly vampire ridges and fangs melt away to leave his handsome human visage. “Don’t… kill me… now,” he manages to gasp. “Let a fella… savor it.” He drops her hand as he falls into the death-like sleep of the undead. Chapter 4 Buffy goes over to the basin and washes her hands. She studies Spike’s sleeping figure as she dries her hands. He even stole nice towels. Maybe he really does feel something for me. He’s trusted me with his life as we’ve fought, but he’s never shared anything like this. He never even told Drusilla. Looking to the high window in the crypt, she realizes dawn is nearing. She locates all her clothes except her underwear. What does he keep doing with them? Then hesitates before getting dressed. Normally she runs off, leaving him to clean up after their sport. But she cannot leave him like this. She tugs a blanket from under him, yet he does not stir. Spike is never more alien than when asleep. No breath, no heartbeat, and he seems even colder than room temperature. Using her slayer strength, lays him completely on the bed then she cleans him up. Just before she covers him up, she sees his cock is semi-hard. She realizes just how horny the whole dominating of Spike has made her. Leaning over, she takes him into her mouth. It does not take long until her breath and attention make him warm and hard. He remains deeply asleep, only shifting his head and murmuring her name once. She climbs up on the sleeping Spike and slips him in her waiting cunt. Underneath her, his face is relaxed and peaceful. He is not trying to woo her or pick a fight. For a little while she can pretend Spike is what she secretly wishes he was… a live man with a soul. After she pleases herself, she covers him with a clean blanket, dresses, and slips away in the breaking dawn.
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