Undoing the Laces
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,952
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love is a Battlefield
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
You’re beggin’ me to go, you’re makin’ me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had?
Believe me, believe me, I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love, and I’m chained to your side
We’re losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold
--Pat Benatar, "Love is a Battlefield"
Buffy and William both lay on their backs panting for air, the bedsheets thrown haphazardly around their nude bodies.
Buffy had been reunited with William for a mere two hours and already he looked like he had been in a bar fight. He had a fat lip, the beginnings of a black eye and countless bruises and scratches adorning his back, buttocks, arms and legs.
Buffy was abnormally quiet as she stared at the ceiling. William glanced over at her and wondered what she was thinking. He wanted to ask her but he was afraid. He didn't want to feel her wrath anymore. He was tired. He was hurt. He was home.
Finally Buffy spoke with the barest of a whisper, "I'm sorry, William. That wasn't supposed to happen. I...I had everything planned out. I had memorized everything I was going to say to you. I forgot it all when I saw you. I'm such a horrible person. Even after all this time, look what I do to you." Buffy covered her face with her hands.
"It's O.K., pet" William tried to comfort her.
"O.K.? It's NOT O.K. William. Hurting you is O.K.? Using you? What's O.K. about that? Please don't forgive me, William. Please don't forgive me" Buffy sobbed as he took her in his arms and rocked her, trying to sooth her.
"We're going to get through this Buffy. I promise you. You're back. You've come home to me. That's all that matters. We will work it all out." William told her.
"What if we can't? What if I am incapable of loving? I love you, William. Love LOVE LOVE. See? Even saying it sounds funny to me!" Buffy confessed.
"Do you even 'like' me, pet?" William asked.
"Sometimes" Buffy said softly.
"Do you trust me?" William questioned.
Buffy's face fell, "Never".
Twelve Years Earlier....
"Please stop, William. It hurts so bad. Please..." Buffy cried as William lay atop her, taking her innocence. Her trust.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It'll be over soon." William whispered in her ear as he followed Mr. Harris' instructions on what to do to Buffy.
"Stop talking to her boy! Just fuck her! I don't want that snively shit on the video!" Mr. Harris yelled as he unlooped his belt from his waistband.
"And just in case you didn't have enough incentive..." Mr. Harris started as he lashed out against William's back and buttocks with the belt, leaving deep red welt marks.
"AHHHGGG" William screamed in pain as Buffy's body trembled beneath his.
"Stop William! Please...no more...I'll be good..I promise...Mr. Harris...I'll be a good girl" Buffy sobbed hysterically.
"Shut her up, boy or I will!" Mr. Harris grabbed William by the hair on the back of his head and yanked his head back then slapped him across the face, finally releasing him.
"Please...Buffy..stop crying...please..trust me..." William pleaded with her so that his pain would end and he could end hers. His own tears fell as he put his hand over her mouth to keep her cries silent so Mr. Harris wouldn't hear.
Seven Years Earlier...
William held up the handcuffs, showing them to Buffy.
"Well?" he asked nervously.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?" Buffy said incredulously.
"I thought you might...like it.." William said, shy all of a sudden.
"What gave you that thought? Being held down against my will where I can't get free isn'tideaidea of a good time or have you forgotten?" Buffy's eyes shot daggers at him.
"Buffy! Christ, it wouldn't be against your will. Shit, you make me do all that other stuff to you...hurt you...but you're freaking over some stupid handcuffs?" William said.
"There's no way in hell I trust you with those things." Buffy told him.
"Finust ust fucking forget I evrougrought it up." William shoved the cuffs back into the brown paper sack where they previously resided.
Present Day
William stood under the spray of the hot water. He started banging his head against the shower wall.
"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!" he swore aloud. "Of course she won't ever trust you, you stupid git. Look what you did to her. She could beat you black and blue until you die and it still wouldn't make up for what you did to her." William told himself.
He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah, you're a real prince among men" He spat at himself.
"You're MY prince." Buffy's voice came from the doorway.
She walked in and closed the door behind her. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
They looked at each other's reflections in the mirror, staring into each other's eyes through the glass.
Finally William spoke, "We need help, Buffy. You know that, don't you, luv?"
Buffy nodded her head then looked down in shame.
"We can't go on like before. It's killing me. It's killing you. It's killing us." William continued.
"I know." Buffy said softly.
She turned him around and began to press soft kisses to all his wounds she had caused. His eye. His lower lip. She lowered her head to his torso and kissed the scratches and bruises she found there.
"Buffy.." William moaned.
"Tell me you love me" Buffy demanded.
"I love you. You know I do." William replie
"
"Tell me you want me" she ordered him.
"I want you. In point of fact..." he began, motioning to his hardening arousal.
"Shutup William" Buffy slapped him lightly across the face then abruptly turned him back around and bent him slightly over the bathroom sink.
She pressed her front up against his back and slid her hands down to the towel around his waist and loosened it, letting it drop to the floor.
Before William could protest, he felt several fingers shove up inside of him. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as Buffy stretched his rectum with her fingers.
"No, don't close your eyes." Buffy said and William's eyes snapped open. "You try to be normal, don't you, William? But you always end up...in the dark...with me."
"Please, no" William felt a single salty tear slide down his cheek.
"Stop me" Buffy responded.
William said nothing. Buffy continued pumping her fingers in and out of his ass, not once touching his penis. After several minutes that seemed like forever, William came against the counter with a shudder.
Buffy removed her fingers and began washing her hands in the sink. Once she was finished, she left the bathroom and went back to his bedroom without a word.
William slumped onto the cold tile floor in shame.
Continued in Chapter 3
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
You’re beggin’ me to go, you’re makin’ me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had?
Believe me, believe me, I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love, and I’m chained to your side
We’re losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold
--Pat Benatar, "Love is a Battlefield"
Buffy and William both lay on their backs panting for air, the bedsheets thrown haphazardly around their nude bodies.
Buffy had been reunited with William for a mere two hours and already he looked like he had been in a bar fight. He had a fat lip, the beginnings of a black eye and countless bruises and scratches adorning his back, buttocks, arms and legs.
Buffy was abnormally quiet as she stared at the ceiling. William glanced over at her and wondered what she was thinking. He wanted to ask her but he was afraid. He didn't want to feel her wrath anymore. He was tired. He was hurt. He was home.
Finally Buffy spoke with the barest of a whisper, "I'm sorry, William. That wasn't supposed to happen. I...I had everything planned out. I had memorized everything I was going to say to you. I forgot it all when I saw you. I'm such a horrible person. Even after all this time, look what I do to you." Buffy covered her face with her hands.
"It's O.K., pet" William tried to comfort her.
"O.K.? It's NOT O.K. William. Hurting you is O.K.? Using you? What's O.K. about that? Please don't forgive me, William. Please don't forgive me" Buffy sobbed as he took her in his arms and rocked her, trying to sooth her.
"We're going to get through this Buffy. I promise you. You're back. You've come home to me. That's all that matters. We will work it all out." William told her.
"What if we can't? What if I am incapable of loving? I love you, William. Love LOVE LOVE. See? Even saying it sounds funny to me!" Buffy confessed.
"Do you even 'like' me, pet?" William asked.
"Sometimes" Buffy said softly.
"Do you trust me?" William questioned.
Buffy's face fell, "Never".
Twelve Years Earlier....
"Please stop, William. It hurts so bad. Please..." Buffy cried as William lay atop her, taking her innocence. Her trust.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It'll be over soon." William whispered in her ear as he followed Mr. Harris' instructions on what to do to Buffy.
"Stop talking to her boy! Just fuck her! I don't want that snively shit on the video!" Mr. Harris yelled as he unlooped his belt from his waistband.
"And just in case you didn't have enough incentive..." Mr. Harris started as he lashed out against William's back and buttocks with the belt, leaving deep red welt marks.
"AHHHGGG" William screamed in pain as Buffy's body trembled beneath his.
"Stop William! Please...no more...I'll be good..I promise...Mr. Harris...I'll be a good girl" Buffy sobbed hysterically.
"Shut her up, boy or I will!" Mr. Harris grabbed William by the hair on the back of his head and yanked his head back then slapped him across the face, finally releasing him.
"Please...Buffy..stop crying...please..trust me..." William pleaded with her so that his pain would end and he could end hers. His own tears fell as he put his hand over her mouth to keep her cries silent so Mr. Harris wouldn't hear.
Seven Years Earlier...
William held up the handcuffs, showing them to Buffy.
"Well?" he asked nervously.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?" Buffy said incredulously.
"I thought you might...like it.." William said, shy all of a sudden.
"What gave you that thought? Being held down against my will where I can't get free isn'tideaidea of a good time or have you forgotten?" Buffy's eyes shot daggers at him.
"Buffy! Christ, it wouldn't be against your will. Shit, you make me do all that other stuff to you...hurt you...but you're freaking over some stupid handcuffs?" William said.
"There's no way in hell I trust you with those things." Buffy told him.
"Finust ust fucking forget I evrougrought it up." William shoved the cuffs back into the brown paper sack where they previously resided.
Present Day
William stood under the spray of the hot water. He started banging his head against the shower wall.
"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!" he swore aloud. "Of course she won't ever trust you, you stupid git. Look what you did to her. She could beat you black and blue until you die and it still wouldn't make up for what you did to her." William told himself.
He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah, you're a real prince among men" He spat at himself.
"You're MY prince." Buffy's voice came from the doorway.
She walked in and closed the door behind her. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
They looked at each other's reflections in the mirror, staring into each other's eyes through the glass.
Finally William spoke, "We need help, Buffy. You know that, don't you, luv?"
Buffy nodded her head then looked down in shame.
"We can't go on like before. It's killing me. It's killing you. It's killing us." William continued.
"I know." Buffy said softly.
She turned him around and began to press soft kisses to all his wounds she had caused. His eye. His lower lip. She lowered her head to his torso and kissed the scratches and bruises she found there.
"Buffy.." William moaned.
"Tell me you love me" Buffy demanded.
"I love you. You know I do." William replie
"
"Tell me you want me" she ordered him.
"I want you. In point of fact..." he began, motioning to his hardening arousal.
"Shutup William" Buffy slapped him lightly across the face then abruptly turned him back around and bent him slightly over the bathroom sink.
She pressed her front up against his back and slid her hands down to the towel around his waist and loosened it, letting it drop to the floor.
Before William could protest, he felt several fingers shove up inside of him. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as Buffy stretched his rectum with her fingers.
"No, don't close your eyes." Buffy said and William's eyes snapped open. "You try to be normal, don't you, William? But you always end up...in the dark...with me."
"Please, no" William felt a single salty tear slide down his cheek.
"Stop me" Buffy responded.
William said nothing. Buffy continued pumping her fingers in and out of his ass, not once touching his penis. After several minutes that seemed like forever, William came against the counter with a shudder.
Buffy removed her fingers and began washing her hands in the sink. Once she was finished, she left the bathroom and went back to his bedroom without a word.
William slumped onto the cold tile floor in shame.
Continued in Chapter 3