Breaking a Slayer

Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 29

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Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.

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Rating: NC-17.

Xander was exhausted. And not just from the drive. Anya was voracious. He thought that was the right word, anyway. She wouldn't let him alone. Seemed as if she was determined to make up for 1000 years without sex by wringing him dry within two months. Of course, he wasn't really complaining. After all, clandestine kisses with Cordy and one unforgettable encounter with Faith hardly counted as experience. His insatiable lover was everything his adolescent fantasies had conjured up and much more, but he wished occasionally that she'd let his skin grow back before she ravished him again. Wasn't there some curse, "be careful what you wish for?" Anyway, he was tired.

It was dark, so Xander didn't even bother going to Buffy's house. She'd be out patrolling, he knew. Anya was puttering around in his parent's basement, complaining about being stuck down there with the washer and dryer again now that their summer was at an end. It was good to get away from her for a while. He was sure to find Buffy and maybe Willow in the cemeteries.

*

Buffy was leaving. That was all there was to it. She could stand, she could walk, she was getting the hell out of the hospital. Spike stood there, completely nonplussed. How could he argue with her? He hated the place too, couldn't blame the chit for wanting out. She was the Slayer, she'd heal. But his poncy sire would have his balls for this, Spike knew.

As Buffy signed the papers indicating that she was leaving against medical advice, Spike paced the small roglanglancing up at the door to search for his sire. He'd tried to call Angel's cell phone once Buffy had made it known that she'd be leaving hospital, but Angel hadn't answered. He hated technology anyway, Spike knew, and probably had left the phone in a pocket or on a shelf somewhere in the mansion. No matter. Spike had sent, as much as he was able, a silent plea to his sire through the bond that increasingly tied them to one another. Uncomfortable with the bond he she same time he reveled in it, Spike nonetheless was willing to use it, use anything to protect the tiny girl who had saved his unlife *again,* this time with her very blood. He felt stronger than ever before, invigorated to the point of intoxication and it was all due to her.

Spike had never felt this close to a human, never known the joy and pain of feeling, somehow, the emotions of another soul. Certainly, Angelus had captivated him, and Dru wel well, but the demons had no soft entangling emotions to tie Spike down. Passion, pain, pleasure, they were all largely the same to the demons and they'd inflicted all of them upon each other with equal delight.

But this, this was different. Spike could now feel the ties of Angel's soul binding him to his sire anew with the blood bond. And Buffy, somehow Spike felt Buffy now too, as if her willing sacrifice to save him had tied him to her with her own blood. And tied he was, with blood and sex and, dare he thin…lov…love. Tied to his pouf of a sire and this dangerous, marvelous, diminutive woman who even now was pulling her baggy street clothes on and swearing as she flexed muscles that had lain fallow and ignored while she convalesced.

They strode from the hospital, Buffy hurrying to be rid of that dread place and Spike wrapping an arm around her waist in comfort and understanding of her deep fear of the sickness and death there that she couldn't ever fight.

They walked slowly through town, Buffy reveling in being free once more to hunt the dark and breathe the night air. Spike simply happy to be at her side, trusted despite his lack of a chip, valued somehow, despite his demonic nature. She…needed him, he knew. And she trusted him enough to spend herself to save him. That meant more to him than she could ever realize.

She tugged at his hand, pulling him into Sunnyrest Cemetery and Spike protested. "Buffy, you can't…we can't. Bloomin' hell, woman, you just got out of bloody hospital. D'ya really fancy heading straight back there?"

Buffy laughed. "Spike, don't be silly. I just want to do a quick sweep, then we can go home to Angel."

"Angel isn't at home, Slayer. He's out patrolling and he'll give us bloody hell if he sees us oure. re. Probably rip me a new one, while he's at it," Spike muttered, pacing after Buffy resignedly. He could deny her nothing, he was turning into a poncy imbecile, just like his sire.

They swept the boneyard with their eyes, looking for anything out of the ordinary, but saw nothingffy ffy stalked further in, momentarily out of Spike's vision. He hurried to catch up with her, but a huge fist struck him across the face, knocking him to the ground. The shadowy figure grabbed the Slayer and thrust her against the side of a mausoleum, snarling in anger.

"Buffy, what the hell are you doing here?" Angel growled, his game face on his his fury barely in check. "Have you lost your mind?" You're supposed to be in thspitspital. Spike," he snapped glancing at his childe who was pulling himself to his feet and shaking his battered head, "are you insane? How could you let her leave the hospital and come here?"

Buffy laughed in Angel's face, too happy to be out of the damn hospital to care that her soulmate was angry. "Angel, I'd had enough of that place. It was just a little blood loss. I got the transfusions, I'm fine, ready, raring to go."

Spike nodded sullenly. "You try keeping the chit somewhere she don't want to be, Angel and then see what good it does you. Damn, Sire, didja have to hit me so hard?" Spike rubbed his face ruefully, feeling the bruise growing already. Angelus would have shattered his jaw had he not been a vampire.

Angel pulled his childe to him with a rough grab and licked the side of his face where the purple handprint marked him. "What's the matter, Spike? You used to like it when I hit you," he crooned. Truly, he hadn't meant to hit Spike quite that hard, it had just exploded out of him when his fear for Buffy go the better of him.

Buffy watched as Spike leaned into Angel's animalistic embrace, her body thrilling to the sight of her lovers together. Spike turned his head and caught Angel's mouth the next time he lapped at Spike's cheek, kissing him deeply and reaching one pale hand to grasp at his sire's head. Spike thrust his fingers into the gelled hair, mussing it.

Angel growled and pulled Spike to him tighter, sucking at his tongue and deepening their kiss. They hadn't touched since Buffy had been hospitalized. Whichever of them wasn't sitting by her bedside was out patrolling or gathering more blood for them to live off of. They were starved for each other and starved for her. As one, they turned, each scenting the Slayer's arousal wafting to them on the sultry night air.

Buffy gulped in momentary alarm as the two game-faced vampires advanced on her. Angel pinned her against the wall again, kissing her mouth with hungry desire, willing her to realize with every caress how frightened he'd been at her near death. Spike was even more grateful, but less tender, unfastening her jeans with nimble fingers and pulling them down to reach the honeyed nest that called to him. He pulled her long satiny legs free of the denim and cotton that clothed her and swung one his his shoulder asdelvdelved with tender fingers into the damp curls that her her sex.

Buffy gasped as Spike tugged gently on her nether curls, startled that such pulling could feel so good. He stroked her outer lips while Angel claimed her mouth in another deep kiss. His hands stroked her breasts through the flannel shirt and t that she wore. Her nipples hardened under that knowing touch and she moaned into his mouth as the vampires worked her willing body into a state of pure lust.

*

Xander had checked every cemetery but one and made his way slowly through the gates of Sunnyrest. He was tired, but happy at the condition of Sunnydale. He hadn't seen a single vampire, so Buffy must be working overtime to keep things under control.

*

Angel moved behind Buffy, stripping the shirts from her heated body as Spike continued to tease her pussy with gentle strokes of his fingers. A wra wrapped cool arms around her warm torso, stroking his big hands up to cup her breasts and twist the pebbled nipples until she groaned and leaned her head back against him. He lapped at her throat, unwilling to bite her newly healed neck, but sorely tempted to renew his Mark and obliterate that of his childe. The demon raged within him, desperate to punish Spike for daring to Mark its chosen Mate, desperate to Mark her again and proclaim his possession by throwing her to the ground and fucking her raw. Angel wasn't even sure if that would count as happiness. It felt more like desperation to him right now.

He contented himself for the moment with lifting Buffy and splaying her legs wide so that Spike could eat her more easily. Angel slid her other leg over Spike's shoulder, supporting her slight weight with his strong arms.

Buffy was mindless with pleasure from Angel's provocative sucking on her throat and Spike's skilled teasing at her cunt. Sensation rocketed from her breasts to her clit and up to her throat again, filling her entire body with desperate longing and unimagined bliss.

Spike ate at Buffy's cunt with ferocious care, delving deep into her molten tunnel with long hard thrusts of his cold tongue, then pulling out to suck her clit into his wet mouth, then repeating the motions again and again. He felt her pulse increase, felt her writhing into his waiting mouth, hovering on the brink of orgasm.

*

Xander stood stock still, shocked and unbelieving at the sight before him. Was that Buffy, his Buffy? The brown-haired girl with the short tousled curls was naked and spread wide for the unmistakable blond man, no…vampire, kneeling before her. The face, though, the face was Buffy's, he was sure of it. And the one behind her, well, not in his worst nightmares had Xander imagined finding her entwined with Angel, too. That he could…would share Buffy with Spike was beyond Xander's understanding. And that Buffy would let them use her that way, that she would writhe and grind into Spike's dirty mouth and moan as if it were the best thing she'd ever felt, God! Xander felt like he was going to vomit or scream or something.

"You whore!" he yelled, angry tears bursting from his eyes. "You fucking whore! Deadboy was bad enough, but now you'll let any vamp suck you, is that it, Buffy? My God," he screamed, "you make me sick. This is how you spent your summer, fucking vampires? No wonder there aren't any around, you fucked 'em all to death, didn't you, Buffy? How many have you spread for?" neerneered jealously, aware once again that he was last on the list of men she would ever consider.

Buffy stared at Xander in shock, pushing Spike from her and stumbling as she tried to get her feet back on the ground. She couldn't believe he'd seen her…seen Spike eating her and Angel…helping.

"Riley wasn't enough for you, was he, Buffy?" Xancontcontinued. "He was way too human for the likes of you. They've gotta be dead to make time with you, right? No wonder I wasn't in the running. I should have gotten Spikey here to turn me. Maybe then you'd let me fuck you, huh? Maybe then I'd get to taste the cunt that Spike seems to eat so well. You were ready to cum, weren't you, Buffy? I heard you moaning. Do they both fuck you at the same time or do they take turns?"

Buffy closed her eyes in shame, unable to look at Xander. *Oh, God, Buffy, he's right, you are a whore. What other word is there for a Slayer who would fuck not one but two vampires in a cemetery?*

Angel wrapped her quickly in his duster, growling in frustrated anger at the callow youth who'd interrupted their play. Then Xander's words registered and he moved forward to destroy the boy who would say such things to his Mate. Buffy's small hand held him back but more than that was her whimpered cry of painful humiliation. He turned and swept her into his arms, striding quickly into the night to get his mate far from the one who would wound her with such unforgivable words.

Spike snarled, turning ferally on Xander with a hiss. Buffy's juices still dripped from his mouth and he licked his lips slowly with sensual grace, making sure to catch every precious drop as he advanced on the stupid boy.

"You stupid, bloody git," he growled dangerously. "Even if we didn't love her, even if that was just a quick shag, didn't it occur to your idiotic brain that attacking her was not bright? Not to mention interrupting us?"

"Oh, whatcha gonna do, Spikey, growl at me?" Xander taunted, certain that this was one vampire he could best with ease. "I've been wanting to stake you for so long and now I have the perfect opportunity." He pulled a stake from his pocket and advanced on the chipped vampire. And was thrown to the ground and attacked by the obviously chipless vampire.

"Not quite what you had in mind, is this, boy?" Spike sneered, jabbing his fists one after another into Xander's gut. The boy groaned in pain, then shrieked as Spike broke his ribs. The vampire reluctantly pulled back, unwilling to kill the boy as he so rightfully deserved. Buffy wouldn't let him near her again if he killed this worthless piece of garbage, Spike was sure of it.

He aimed one last kick at Xander's backside and turned to gather up Buffy's clothes before striding away, happy that the boy would be in pain for at least a month from the beating he'd administered. *Mmm, catharsis. How bloody marvelous. Now, back to my Slayer!* he thought to himself, humming a catchy tune from the thirties.

To be continued…