Future Written in Blood ((Complete))

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This chapter ends in a very NC 17.

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Chapter 11: Uses of Gravity

Clara led an uncharacteristically quiet Buffy and Spike to a small room which provided them a quick buffet before the match was to start. Clara kept a sly smile of approval on her face throughout the meal, happy for the pair.

The problem was with the pair. Both were feeling nervous and uncertain about the changing situation between themselves, so the meal passed in silence. Being Joyce’s daughter, Buffy sat and worried that she had been too forward while Spike worried about coming on too strong and that Buffy, being Joyce’s daughter, would stake him while he slept next. The only thought they had in common was a question: why did this matter so much? It was just a couple of kisses. Not like they had never kissed someone before. Not even like they had never kissed someone before and enjoyed it. Ok, ok, vampire, slayer, big difference. Got that one, already. But it was something else; they just didn’t know what.

Next they were hustled back to the arena, and the upcoming fight dominated their thoughts. By the time they got there, Sebastian was already holding up the bowl containing the participants’ names for the first to be drawn, which turned out to be Spike.

Knowing he had the first five minutes without an opponent, Spike entered the arena, then came back around so that he could talk through the cage to Buffy for final planning. “Well, any suggestions? Ya know, with this whole lack of gravity rot?”

“Try to keep your feet on the ground.”

“Oh, that was helpful. I thought I would just float around for a while.”

“Ok, ok, try staying near the side so you can hold on to the edge for balance and stuff.”

“Aren’t you the font of wisdom?”

Behind him, he could hear the next opponent’s name called to come into the arena. “Bugger it, let’s get the show on the road, already.”

Reaching through the cage, Buffy caught Spike’s hand in her own. “Spike, just get it over with. I have a bad feeling about this one.”

Spike stopped and looked back at their clasped hands. He gave it a squeeze, not wanting to let her hand go. “If you’re telling me to be careful, luv, will do. We have some unfinished business.”

Buffy shot him a hesitant smile as he finally let go of her hand, but could not shake her ominous feeling, that feeling that something was going to go very wrong. She just didn’t realize how fast things were going to start going wrong in this match.

Confident, Spike met his opponent in the middle of the ring. The guy was actually an inch or two shorter than Spike and not overly muscular. But then the git smiled a very smug smile, the type of smile that Spike immediately wanted to knock off the bloke’s face. Not to mention, it looked like the silly bugger was going to just stand there and let Spike take a swing. Not one to pass up an easy go of it, the vampire hit the bloke square in the jaw, full force. However, the result was not what Spike was expecting. Consequently, the little git flew back across the arena, up against the cage, where he landed on his feet, laughing. Bloody low gravity shit. Spike’s punch had sent the guy harmlessly for a little flight, not even a nose bleed for his trouble.

As the opponent started to laugh, Buffy’s sick feeling was getting even worse. Damn, as good as the kisses had been, Spike had been right. Perhaps they should have practiced their fighting moves instead of their tongue exercises. As Buffy watched Spike’s opponent shake himself off, and then head over towards Spike, her premonition got even worse.
Instead of taking a swing or trying to grab Spike, his opponent swung a leg low, sweeping Spike’s legs out from under him, then followed him down to pin Spike to the floor.

Now a punch in this gravity was effective, too effective. Buffy watched as that asshole was straddling Spike on the floor, pummeling him. Buffy desperately looked over at the clock, which still showed three minutes until the next participant’s name was called.

Beforefy cfy could even get out a yell, Spike rocked the guy forward, whipped his feet around the bugger’s neck and flipped him off. Buffy cheered as Spike went on the attack, shoving the guy against the wall and got in a few, good hits of his own.

The clock was almost down to zero; Buffy was at the door waiting to go in when the other local’s name was called instead of her own. Buffy beat her hands on the door. “Damn it! No, Nno, Nnnoooo!.” Seven more minutes until she could get in there to help Spike. But it was also seven minutes of two against Spike in this wacky gravity.

Buffy watch helplessly as the two lugs alternated hurling Spike against the walls, or one holding him while the other hit him. Spike occasionally slipped away but was soon caught in the arena, which really should have been called a small cage.

As Buffy checked the clocks again, with one minute left, Spike had taken quite a beating and was just trying to stay away until Buffy could get in.

When she finally got in, the two lug heads underestimated just how pissed she was. She tackled the first one to the ground ,letting her fists fly as fast as possible until she felt the second one pull her off and hold her in place. The dope! Didn’t he think she had seen that one a few minutes ago? Right as the other guy’s fist came towards her, she slipped down allowing the meaty fist to go through and hammer his team-mate in the nose. Just for good measure, while she was down there, she kicked them both in the nuts buying her some extra time.

She frantically wanted to check on Spike, who wasn’t even moving anymore, but she was just as desperate to finish to the fight. Since the idiots were still checking on their vitals, she started to check and see if Spike at least had a pulse but – ha – Spike with a pulse. Funny, Buffy. Ok, knock out the two brutes first, then check on the bleach-haired dead guy.

Which is exactly what she did by continuing to play them off each other. Buffy eventually knocked one out by a double kick to the head while the idiot was against the side of the cage, and knocked the second one out by slamming his head into the floor, several times for good measure.

But it still wasn’t fast enough, in her opinion, to get over to check on Spike. Kneeling by his side, she wasn’t sure what to do to. “Spike. Spike??? Well, at least you are not dust. So I guess your still with us, so peakpeak.” She picked up his hand but only felt his usual coldness. As she began to whipe away the blood on his face, she heard Clara at her side.

“Buffy, please let Sebastian’s men carried Spike out. We have to go. These people don’t like to loose.”

“Blood. He needs blood.” Buffy looked up at Clara with pleading eyes.

“You will have some blood waiting for him in your new suite in the next dimension. But we just have to go *now*.”

Buffy nodded and moved enough to allow enough room so that two of Sebastian’s men could transport Spike. No matter what, though, Buffy never let go of his hand. Even as they left the arena and moved through the next portal, she held on.


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The rest of the trip was a blur to Buffy. The only constant was staying by Spike’s side, holding onto his hand. Sebastian and Clara had collected their winning in record time, opened a new portal, and had the whole entourage on through to the next dimension in an unbelievably short amount of time.

To say the new dimension was a culture shock would haven aen an understatement. They looked to have arrived very early in the morning in a large metropolis. All the buildings were painted in vibrant colors of red, oranges, and golds, but even more beautiful were the elaborate decorations everywhere. Ribbons, banners, streamers, and much more decorated every lamp post, shop front, building, window sill – every possible place. Buffy just wished Spike was awake to see it.

Sebastian had them shown to a beautiful hotel with a large courtyard in the front. Buffy was thrilled to find out that their suite would over look the town square. When they reached their suite, Buffy only left Spike long enough to heat him some blood, and then she was back by his side. She gently lifted his head and raised the cup to his lips. And thankfully nature kicked in, and Spike began to drink. He quickly finished the first cup, so Buffy rushed to prepare a second. This time, when she lifted his head to drink, he drank again but when he was done, he opened his eyes and looked at her. “Thank you, Buffy.”

“Sure. I’ll let you get some sleep then.”

He smiled and squeezed her hand that she forgot she was still holding his. She sat there and watched over him until she was sure he was asleep again before she took a nap of her own.

Several hours later, Clara came by their suite to invite Buffy to a late lunch and then some shopping. Clara explained that they had arrived during carnival, and if they wanted to participate tonight, they would need costumes. What Clara didknowknow was that all Buffy needed to know was that Sebastian was paying for new clothes for a party, and she was out the door.

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‘Why is someone playing dance music so damn loud? Don’t they know some people, namely me, are trying to sleep?” Spike sat up in bed, ready to bang on the wall to demand a little piece and quiet when he realized that the music wominoming from outside, through an open window in his room. Actually, when he thought about it for a few minutes, it sounded like one hell of a party was going on below the windows. Like a party he needed to check out.

But first he needed some food. As Spike got out of bed, he realized that Buffy had left him some additional blood on the bedside table. Grabbing the mug with an appreciative smile, Spike went in search of the slayer, but what he found instead was an empty suite covered in empty shopping bags and no slayer.

With the festive music still calling, Spike refilled his mug, wandered over to the open balcony and looked out on the party that was going on down below. He guessed that the balcony over looked the town square and that some celebration was taking place gathering from all the decorations he would have seen had he been, uh, ya know, conscious when they had arrived. Looking back at the shopping bags, he guessed he now knew where the slayer was.

After watching a few more minutes, Spike walked back to the kitchen, to grab a beer, before going back to watching the show below. He watched the people in costumes and masks. All were dancing, bumping, drinking, singing, and thoroughly enjoying themselves. A particular pair finally caught his attention. The man was well built and dressed in a deep brown costume, but it was the woman that caught his eye. Her hair was up under her full, silver mask, disguising her face and hair completely. Her dress was predominately black with silver. The top was a wrap around style with the black wrapping around her right breast, while the silver covered the left. The skirt was short, black and barely covered her beautiful legs, which only helped to accent her moves. However, that was the whole point, her moves. As she danced around the bloke in brown, Spike became more and more certain that he was watching the Slayer. When the guy in brown wrapped his arm around her waist and started to nuzzle Buffy’s neck, Spike started seeing red. Throwing the beer bottle down and stalking to his room, he looked around for something to throw on. Over the arm of the closest chair, he found a stack of clothes and a note that read, “Want to dance? Get dressed in this costume and come below.”

Spike threw on the black leather pants and black skin tight, long-sleeved shirt, and his boots before heading down to the courtyard. At the last minute, Spike adjusted his black half-mask in place and joined the merrymakers, heading in the direction that he had last seen Buffy.

But instead of having to push some buggers face in, he ended up laughing at the poor bloke stumbling around near the bushes, holding his crown jewels. Buffy was standing over him with no sympathy. “I told you that I already have a date coming for me.” Looking back at Spike, and openly admired his black leather pants, long-sleeved shirt and black mask.

“Zorro, I presume?”

“Only if you are my Senorita?”

“For this night, I am. Come see Sebastian and Clara. They are quite the pair, themselves.”

Buffy took Spike’s hand and lead him through the crowd, getting lost in the dancing for a while, then trying to find their way out again. They finally found Sebastian and Clara at the buffet table. Buffy grabbed a local beer for Spike and a local wine for herself before everyone showed off their costumes.

After another beer, Spike was starting to relax. Smiling at Sebastian, “Hey, mate, what’s good to munch in this dimension?”

Before Sebastian could even answer, Buffy offered him a bite from one of the platters and held it up to Spike’s mouth herself. Just as he leaned forward to try the morsel, Spike gave Buffy a smirk, “And do I get to nibble?”

Buffy smiled in return, “Only if I get to bit you back.” Buffy placed the piece of food on his tongue, but instead of a nibble, Spike licked her finger tips causing delicious chills to coursed down Buffy’s arm.

After some more polite chatter, Sebastian led Clara off to dance, which Clara gave Spike a conspiratorial wink over her shoulder. Buffy took Spike’s hand and lead Spike in a different direction to dance, which Spike was all for.

When they fought, Spike had reason to touch slayslayer. Brief contacts that still sent sparks. But when they danced, Spike had an excuse to put his hands on the slayer and leave them there. And as an extra plus, Buffy put her hands on him. They danced, they drank a little more, and then they danced again. The last dance turned out to be very similar to a waltz. Each had watched the other dance in the ice dimension, but they had not danced together that night. Now, in this new dimension, they looked into each other’s eyes as the stepped into each others arms, and her chin rested nicely under his chin. Spike quickly became enamored with the cadence of her breathing, feeling her warmth. ‘Would that this dance never end,’ Spike thought as he ran a finger along her cheek, then down along her jaw line.

When the dance finally did end, it seemed the most natural thing to end the dance with a kiss, but as Buffy leaned up to press her lips to Spike’s, they found their masks in the way. As they both laughed nervously, a couple of lines of partiers passed by, snagging Spike in one direction, and Buffy in the other. After a few twirls, jumps and hops, with the line of dancers, the liquor in Buffy’s system made its needs known.

So Buffy and her bladder made their way back up to the suite and a little relief. Having taken care of her immediate business, Buffy had returned to the outer part of the bathroom to inspect her outfit, which was exceedingly easy to do considering the construction of this bathroom. The walls, cabinets, ceilings, everything were covered in mirrors. The mirror’s frames were even made out of mirrors. She could twirl a 360 degree turn and the only moment she would not see her reflection would be if the door to the bedroom had been left open. It was quite overwhelming. Sure that Spike could find her anywhere, like he always did, but Buffy wondered if he could tell which one was her in all these reflections.


So she continued to gaze in the mirrors, checking for any imperfections and fascinated by her mask and transformation. But then y fey felt a tingle up her spine, tell-tale goose-bumps that always herald Spike’s arrival. Already anticipating, Buffy stood perfectly still in front of the sink and let him come to her, waiting to see what he would do.

With all the mirrors, she could not actually see him but had no doubt she would feel him soon. She felt him close, then heard him inhale her scent, along her neck, up to the shell of her ear. On a very light puff of air, she heard the question, “Time for a choice, beautiful Senorita. Yes or no?” In a sigh, she answered immediately, “Yes.” Then she felt him make contact, his lips behind her ear, then an arm slipped around her waist.

Somewhere in the back of Buffy’ mind, she thought that watching her clothes and breasts move for no apparent reason should be frightening, but this was Spike. She was still unable to see him in the mirrors, but she knew that tingle he always gave her when he was close, she knew his unique smell. If she wanted to look down, she would have recognized his hands, but that would have taken away from some of the erotic mystery.

Spike slowly began to sway with Buffy to the bass beat of the music floating up from the party below. She felt his tongue taste her ear, then his mouth placed kiss after kiss behind her ear, then a little lower on her neck, as low as the neckline of her shirt would allow. Slowly, she continued the hypnotic swaying to the music in his arms.

Meantime, one hand caressed her waist around where the wrap around shirt was tied then slipped inside the wrap to caress her breast, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He took the breast firmly in his hand again before pulling his hand back out. Buffy continued to watch in the mirrors even though she could not see Spike, she could see her chest move and her nipple pinch, adding to the excitement. His body was now fully pressed to her back, his erection pressed up against her tightly. His second hand joined his first to untie the knot of the wrap. Undone now, Spike was able to kiss more of the skin on Buffy’s back as the shirt loosened up. He kissed one side of the shoulder, exposing one breast completely for his hand to caress and then his teeth to follow, nipping at the soft skin and the nipple.

Spike’s other hand started lower on her thigh and worked up. Buffy felt his cool finger tips slide onto her inner thigh. As they continued to sway to the music from the party outside, Spike’s fingers sensually worked their way to her silk panties. Buffy heard him growl when his fingers found her wetness soaking through the crotch. Listening to him with a smile, Buffy was sure that her underpants were not long for this world anyway. His fingers began to work on her thong, teasing, keeping his finger always confined on the material until Buffy was almost screaming.

In retaliation, Buffy reached a hand back and released his cock from his pants. She was rubbing up and down the silken skin.

That was when his fingers left the silk of her underwear. In fact, Spike worked his hand around her panties, and then in one yank, pulled her panties off. The action was just as erotic to Buffy as her wet cunt had been to Spike. She watched in the mirror as an invisible hand plunged back under her skirt, with the other hand opening her wrap top and massaged her breast. But oh, she thought she was going to come when his searching fingers found their way betweer wer wet lips, Spike nibbled with blunt teeth on her shoulder and tweaked her nipple.

Spike growled in her ear. “I can’t wait.”

“Don’t.” Taking both his hands and placing them on her hips, she then reached down and guided him to the place, and they both moaned loudly when he entered her heat. Leaving her hand there momentarily, she felt the initial, delicious strokes finding their first, mutual rhythms.

After the initial moments, every thrust was met with equal gusto, and even better than the one before. Buffy was glad to be holding onto the sink in front of her. When she started to come, her inner muscles tightened taking Spike over the edge with her. If she hadn’t been holding onto the sink, they would have both crumbled to the floor.

TBC

pe ype you enjoyed this chapter. The next picks up from where this one left off. Yum, yum!

In fact, this story I going to wind down in 3-4 more chapters. And for once, I am not sure what I want to write next. I looked through the challenges, but did not see any interesting. I thought I would ask you. So if you have a suggestion for a new story, let me know. madrog@ev1.net

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