Demonic Natures

Disclaimer: I own nothing of these characters.

A/N I started this story a long time ago when I was trying to work on writing sex scenes and then I forgot about it. Oops!! If anyone has read my story Closure, this would take place years from then. It explains why Buffy left Spike for a time. If you haven't read Closure than its really nothing more than a PWP, with a depressing ending. Like I said I was working on writing sex scenes so I can't promise its that good.


Buffy sat against the headboard of her king size bed in a tank top and an old pair of sweatpants. Spike lay next to her in a pair of black jeans. His head rested in her lap and she stroked his unruly blonde curls, while she watched him.

He looked so peaceful. If there wasn’t for the large hole inside her, she could almost believe he was simply asleep.

It had been a week since he had been hit with a powerful burst of magic some teenagers had loosed while playing with an ancient amulet they had found.

A week since he had inhabited his body. A week since she felt his presence inside her. A week since she had made love to him.

Nothing they had tried worked and Buffy had called in all the experts. Even Willow, with the power of a goddess, could do nothing for him. Finally, she had told everyone to go, holed herself up in their home in Greece and called Angel.

She had been force feeding Spike all week with her own blood, knowing how powerful it was for him. It hadn’t helped though, it hadn’t had any effect at all.

Calling Angel had been a last resort for her and she hated to do it, but she needed him to track down Drusilla. Buffy was hoping that the blood of his Sire would be able to call Spike back into himself.

There was a knock at the door and Angel walked into the room. He looked at the two of them on the bed for a moment before speaking.

“How do you want to do this?” He asked sounding very resigned.

“Right here.” She answered, never looking up from Spike.

“Ok. You should go try to eat something. I’ll bring her in.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave him.”

Angel wanted to argue with her, but he knew it was no use.

He turned and walked out of the room returning a few moments later with Drusilla in tow.

The vampiress hadn’t changed at all. She wore a long gothic dress that was much older than Buffy, her long brown hair hung around her face, and her eyes still reflected the insanity living inside her.

“Mommy’s baby has lost his body.” She cooed as she entered the room. “Knock, knock, knock, but no one’s home to let him back in.”

“That’s right, Dru.” Angel spoke carefully. “Spike has been hurt, we were hoping your blood could bring him back.”

Drusilla danced over to the end of the bed and began crawling up it towards Buffy and Spike.

“I can help him break down the door.” She reached down and stroked Spike’s cheek lightly. “My poor lost boy.”

“Please bring him back to me.” Buffy looked up from Spike for the first time to address Drusilla.

“I can only call the dark. You will need to call the light.” Drusilla told her.

Buffy nodded her head as if she understood.

“You can go now Angel.” Buffy called out to the other vampire still standing by the door.

“I’m not leaving you alone in here.” He told her firmly.

“Spike wouldn’t want you here. You need to leave…now.” There was no mistaking the threat in her voice.

“Fine, I’ll be right outside.” He turned to leave, but Buffy’s voice stopped him.

“No. I don’t want you listening at the door, either. Go downstairs and wait. If we need you, we’ll call.”

Angel was not happy about being dismissed, but he didn’t want to make the situation worse by arguing with Buffy.

After he left Drusilla giggled. “You made Daddy mad.” She whispered conspiratorially as if they were just two teenaged girls swapping secrets.

At Buffy’s lack of response she turned her attentions back to Spike.

Drusilla lay on the bed, on the other side of Buffy, her face even with Spike’s.

“Time to wake up our Prince.”

Part of Buffy started to rail against another female being so close to her mate. Buffy tried to remain calm by reminding herself it was only to help him, to bring him back to her.

Drusilla pulled a sharp knife from somewhere in her dress. She used it to cut a up her wrist, drawing a thin line of blood. She then pulled Spike’s head up, opened his mouth and let the blood drip off her arm and down into his throat.

For several minutes nothing happened, then Buffy felt a tingling inside her.

“I think its beginning to work.” She said excitedly.

A few minutes more and the tingling within Buffy grew steadily stronger.

Then as if a damn burst, Buffy could feel Spike’s essence flowing into her. It was such a relief to feel anything through their bond again, at first she didn’t notice there was something not right about the emotions she was feeling.

Spike’s eyes sprang open and as his face changed he lunged across Buffy and latched onto Drusilla’s neck. Drusilla squealed in delight.

It was then Buffy noticed something was wrong. The feelings coming from him weren’t human. It was definitely Spike, she could recognize his essence. However, there wastractrace of humanity in him only his demonic nature.

And she could feel it calling to her Slayer side.

Drusilla’s moans focused her attention on what was going on in front of her. Spike was licking and sucking at the marks he had just made on his Sire’s neck. He had used one hand to rip open the bodice of her dress baring her breasts, which he was now kneading roughly. His other hand was buried under the skirts of her dress.

Shock and the conflicting emotions coursing through Buffy had her frozen in place. Her human side was horrified and hurt at what was going on. While the Slayer side was irate at her mate pleasuring another female, at the same time it struggled for control of her body wanting to answer the call inside her from Spike’s demon. The sheer carnality of the display called to the darker side of both her natures and she felt herself becoming wet against her will.

Drusilla’s moans were becoming more desperate. Spike finally just ripped her voluminous skirts out of his way, leaving Drusilla naked before Buffy’s eyes.

Buffy didn’t want to look, but she found herself unable to turn away. Spike had three fingers pumping inside Dru while his thumb flicked roughly at her clit. His movements were as fierce and wild as the emotions Buffy felt coming from him.

He pushed a fourth finger inside Drusilla who was now panting and grunting as she moved in rhythm with him. He started moving faster as his other hand was pinching and pulling at her nipples until she came with a strangled cry, grinding down on his fingers.

Buffy realized she needed to move. She had to get out of here before they wound up having sex right on her lap. She moved her leg slightly trying to inch out from under then, but it alerted the vampires to her presence.

When Spike’s golden eyes came up to meet hers the lust inside her surged. She felt her internal muscles clench with desire for him.

Unable to handle this situation, the human side of Buffy retreated and let the Slayer side take the control it had been struggling for. For the first time Buffy’s own demonic side was in control and it wanted to play, too.