Escape

Major smut ahead!....

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Buffy's eyes practically widened to the size of saucers at his words, her jaw dropping. Never before had anyone been so forward with her, so crude. But then again, Spike was definitely anything but normal. With a shriek of frustration, Buffy raised her bound hands, hitting Spike square in the chest and shoving him away from her.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" She spat.

Spike went on as though her words and actions had no effect on him, and it was clear her protests were falling on deaf ears. "Don't think so, luv," He ran his tongue over his teeth, shaking his head, "We both knew this was going to happen sooner or later..."

Buffy's hands were curled into tight fists, the nails digging into her palms, and she cursed the stupid chains that limited her mobility. "Over my dead body," She said through clenched teeth.

"That can be arranged." Spike said it so matter of factly that it made Buffy's skin crawl.

Not wanting to push her luck, Buffy snapped her mouth shut, though she inwardly seethed, her blood boiling beneath the surface. She backed up slowly, Spike taking a step forward for every one she took back.

When the backs of her knees hit the bed, she knew she was in a losing battle. Though she wasn't going down without a fight.

As Spike neared her, Buffy raised her chin to look him straight in the eye, her face stone set, an expressionless mask.

"Touch me, and I'll kill you." She tried to sound as threatening as possible, despite knowing that Spike had the clear advantage.

"Such a temper." Spike looked down at her, blue eyes darkened with lust as they scanned her face. "Can't kill me, remember?" He reminded her, " Besides, you're still too weak, you can't fight it. 'Specially not when you want it just as much as I do."

Buffy shook her head in a jerky motion, forcing herself to remain calm. "You're delusional."

"Am I?"

She didn't answer.

"I know you felt it too," Spike pressed on, "In the alley. I could smell it..."

'He could smell it?'

Buffy cringed at the memory, unable to deny it but not daring to admit what he said was true.

"You're disgusting."

Spike shrugged. "Maybe. Doesn't mean you won't enjoy it..."

Buffy looked away with a groan, squeezing her eyes shut. She wanted to be anywhere but there, wished the floor could just open up and swallow her, could put her out of her misery. Mainly for the reason she was so desperately trying to keep buried; the fact that Spike was right, and a part of her did want it, the fact that she could feel her defenses weakening, and she was getting closer by the second to having sex with a vampire.

"I think you want this, but you're too ashamed to admit it..." Buffy's eyes snapped open, greatly disturbed by the way he seemed to be voicing her thoughts out loud. "But we both know how good it could be, sex between mortal enemies. It could be bloody poetic."

His lips were once again by her ear

"It'll be our little secret," He whispered, letting his hands trail down her arms lightly. She gulped, the world seeming to spin around her as she became dizzy with her own increasing desire. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before... C'mon slayer, you know you wannna dance..."

His words swept over her like a bitter wind, both chilling and enticing.

Suddenly, she felt his hand at her breast, just barely touching her and yet making her yearn for more.

'Yes,' She thought, 'I want to be touched...'

For too long she'd been neglected of any real human contact, intimacy hardly ever a glimmer of a thought on her mind amidst the growing problems she had to face. She only had few friends, whom she rarely even saw, and she'd never even been in a real relationship, having been stripped of the opportunity to find closeness with anyone. For far too long she'd been lonely, unable to enjoy life's simple pleasures, far more jaded than any normal 18 year old. In her life, she'd only had sex twice, with two different men, having lost her virginity when she turned seventeen. But neither of them meant anything since she couldn't connect with anyone, couldn't risk them finding out her secret. So she'd push them away, never fully allowing herself to give into the moment, to give herself over to the passion.

But this time it was different. Spike already knew her secret, and she felt like she could just let go, could allow herself that pure escape she so desperately needed.

His mouth was now traveling down her neck, nipping at her heated skin, and her body tensed, wary of his intentions. But he didn't seem to notice her reaction, and began to place gentle kisses down the side of her throat, lingering for a split second over the bite mark before shifting to the other side of her neck to give it the same treatment, and Buffy relaxed slightly. How he could be so harsh one moment and yet so gentle the next thrilled Buffy in a way that left her shaken.

But when his hand sneaked to the clasp of her pants, tugging on it gently, Buffy's mind let out a final warning cry.

"Don't," She whispered. But her voice was so weak and her tone lacking such firmness that she was surprised Spike didn't laugh at her.

"Stop me."

She didn't.

Spike, knowing she had caved in, successfully unclasped her pants, sliding a hand inside and dipping into the waistband of her panties. Buffy's eyes slid shut, the last of her resolve crumbling as she forced all doubt from her mind and allowed her desire to take over.

'So wrong but it feels so right...'

Those words echoed in Buffy's head before Spike slid a long finger inside her slick folds, and then thought melted away altogether as she gave herself over to the moment. Spike's cock jumped in his jeans when he felt how wet she was, how warm.

"Christ, slayer. So bloody wet," he murmured.

His finger brushed her clit and Buffy cried out, suddenly springing into action.

'Fuck reason,' She thought.

Grabbing his head as best she could with both bound hands, Buffy smashed her mouth to his, kissing him hard and fiercely. He responded immediately, his arms banding around her waist and pulling her body flush against his so she could clearly feel the outline of his erection that now threatened to pop out of his pants. Moaning, Buffy eagerly granted Spike entrance when she felt his tongue tracing the crease of her lips, his cool muscle sliding over hers. Never before had she felt like this, like she was being consumed, like she wanted to be consumed. She wanted to let him take her over, to make her forget. She wanted him to awaken a passion inside of her she'd never experienced before and for which she had so desperately yearned.

With a low growl, Spike suddenly tore his lips from hers, pushing her so that she fell backwards onto the bed. Before Buffy even had a chance to blink let alone act surprised, Spike was on top of her, resuming the kiss with heated fury. Not wanting to mess with her bonds, he tore her shirt right down the middle, ripping it clean off her body and exposing her lace clad breasts to his lustful gaze.

'Black lace bra,' Spike thought hungrily, 'This bloody bint's going to be the death of me'

Meanwhile, Buffy briefly wondered exactly how she was going to explain the ripped uniform at work on Monday, before remembering she wouldn't be returning there. But the thought was quickly lost when Spike yanked her bra aside and latched onto a nipple, sucking greedily.

Mewling, Buffy's hands threaded through Spike's hair of their own volition, surprised to feel how soft his hair was as she held him to her. Spike's tongue darted out to stroke the pebbled tip, to taste the salty sweetness of her skin. And when the thumbnail of his hand scraped against her other nipple, she felt her heartbeat escalate even more, the suction from Spike's mouth sending jolts of pleasure straight to her womb. Buffy almost let out a cry of protest when Spike suddenly released her breast with a wet popping sound, flashing her a smug grin like he'd just found the holy grail.

When he remained still for several long moments that seemed more like hours, Buffy realized he must've been waiting for her to make the next move, which in and of itself surprised her. She'd half expected him to just go to town, to take her without even thinking of stopping. But now, it seemed he wanted Buffy to take the driver's seat.

Wasting no time, she yanked at the hem of his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head and letting her fingernails skim across his taut abs on the way up. When his shirt was haphazardly thrown to the wayside in a pile with her tattered uniform, Buffy couldn't help but pause to admire him.

He had a great build, with just enough definition in his arms and stomach, sculpted muscle that flexed under pale skin. Buffy's eyes fell to the bulge in his jeans, the hungry gleam in her eyes almost matching his as she drank him in. Quickly, her hands went to his fly, pulling the zipper down with a metallic cling that cut through the heavy silence, his erection instantly springing forth from the confining material.

Though fairly inexperienced, Buffy knew enough about what made a man tick to understand how to please him. Putting her best judgement to work, Buffy slid her small, warm hands inside his pants, pushing them down as best she could with the bonds that hindered her movements still around her wrists. Letting her fingers wrap around the hardened length of him, her eyes widened slightly when she felt just how big he was. Not humongous, but definitely bigger than her two previous lovers. He was cool to the touch, hard as wood under smooth, soft skin.

Slowly, Buffy tightened her fist, pumping her hand up and down his shaft, the sweet friction causing Spike to hiss loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck, yes," He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Driven on by his words, Buffy pumped faster, the metal cuffs clinging together as she worked.

Knowing he wouldn't last another minute if he let her continue, Spike suddenly grabbed Buffy's hand, halting her movements. She looked up at him with question in her eyes.

Moving at lighting speed, Spike had slid off the bed and grabbed her by the ankles before she could even register what was happening. Giving a sharp tug, he pulled her forward on the bed until her knees were bent over the edge and her ass was nearly hanging off. Buffy yelped as the heavy metal chain fell between her legs and bumped her clit, but there was no time to prepare as Spike knelt in front of the bed. Moving the offending chain out of the way, he forced her thighs apart and buried his face in her waiting heat. His tongue instantly zoned in on her swollen bundle of nerves, giving one long, wet lick, once up, and then back down again, pausing to dip his tongue inside her tight hole teasingly. She tasted so good, a combination of salty and sweet, almost better than blood. It intoxicated him.

His licks were light and uneven, not giving quite enough pressure for her to get what she needed. He knew she was teetering at the edge of release as her breath came in short little pants, but he refused to give her what she wanted so easily. Removing his mouth completely, Buffy's head shot up in protest, her eyes dark and glazed over with lust. Spike chuckled, nuzzling the soft flesh of her inner thigh while breathing in the heavy scent of her arousal.

"Beautiful," He purred, "Hot, wet... so bloody perfect, slayer. Knew it would be."

Breathing heavily, Buffy craned her neck to gaze down at him while he teased her labia lightly with his fingers, brushing his hand over the neatly trimmed curls covering her sex. She was growing more impatient by the minute, desperate for him to finish what he started. Grinning, Spike slid a long finger inside of her, giving it a slight twist that caused Buffy to moan.

"That's it," He encouraged, his eyes locking on Buffy's. "Watch me... I want to see what I do to you."

Watching her, he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her slick channel, pausing only to add a second finger and increase the intensity of this sweet torture.

"Oh God," Buffy gasped. She writhed against his busy fingers, rocking her hips in time with the motion. She was so close. "I need... I need..." But somehow she found herself unable to voice exactly what she needed. Spike, however, knew what she wanted, and gave it to her without warning.

Before she knew what hit, his mouth had latched onto her aching clit and he was sucking as hard as he could while his fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy. Buffy felt a knew explosion of sensation, and her head fell back to the mattress, her neck seeming to be unable to support the weight of it anymore. Spike was unrelenting, never easing the suction of his mouth on her clit and holding her firmly in place, not allowing her body to writhe away from him. Back arching off the mattress, her body erupted in tingles that radiated straight from her womb as her orgasm washed over her, shockwaves of pleasure more intense than she had ever felt before. She screamed as she came, feeling like an animal, wild and uninhibited. And it felt damn good.

Spike didn't give her much time to recover. Reaching down, his arms snaked around her waist and he lifted her up and off the bed, depositing her on her feet.

"Turn around," He rasped, his voice thick with desire. Buffy could only obey, powerless to stop him at this point as she felt the familiar tingling sensation returning between her thighs, her arousal building. His hands grasped her hips tightly, and his lips were at her ear once again, whispering to her.

"Tell me you want this..." Buffy gasped as his erection prodded the crack of her ass, sliding downward to nudge her quivering pussy and coat himself with her juices.

"Say you want me to fuck you."

Buffy let out a loud sigh, suddenly annoyed by his teasing in spite of her growing need for fulfillment. "Just shut up and fuck me," She demanded, her eyes closed.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

He reached in front of her, yanking on the chain until she was forced to bend over the bed, using her arms to support herself as best she could. Then he grasped her hips tightly and slowly but steadily began to push inside of her. Buffy hissed against the mixed pleasure and pain, knowing now without a doubt that he was bigger than anyone she'd been with before, feeling him stretch and fill her in a most delicious way. Inch by torturous inch, he embedded himself within her, not stopping until his cock nudged the entrance to her womb and he could push no further.

It was a tight fit, and Spike fought hard for control as her heat threatened to consume him, warming his cold body from head to toe. She was so tight, so wet, just as perfectly feisty and willing as he'd dreamt she'd be.

Giving her only a moment to adjust to him, Spike jerked his hips upward once, caressing her inner walls and causing Buffy to inadvertantly squeeze her internal muscles around him while she gasped with pleasure. Spike, in turn, let out a low moan.

"Bloody hell." He knew he'd be lost if he wasn't careful.

Pulling out of her almost completely, he pushed all the way back in, repeating this motion with deep, driving thrusts that slowly became faster. Buffy responded eagerly, pushing her hips back against his every time he thrust forward, both of them letting the animal within come forth as their most primal needs screamed for fulfillment. Spike was fucking her so hard, pistoning in and out of her hot depths with such abandon that she knew she'd be sore in the morning, but she didn't care. Right now was all that mattered, and right now she craved the pleasure.

Their sweat slicked bodies glided against each other in a wild union. It was consuming and dangerous, raw and passionate. It was everything she wanted but would never dare to admit.

Buffy soon felt that tightening coil of pleasure in her belly, and she knew she needed something else to trigger her release, something more.

Spike, sensing her need, once again bent down to grasp the chain in his hands, yanking it upward until her body was fully aligned with his. Only this time, he didn't let go of it, holding it tightly and rendering her unable to move away from him, even if she wanted to.

Then he took a mere instant to locate the wound he'd inflicted on her earlier. Nuzzling it with his nose, he let his demon come to the forefront.

'Blood of a slayer never tasted so sweet'

A low growl emanated from his throat, causing a shiver to course up and down Buffy's spine as she instinctively knew what was coming. But nothing braced her for the feeling of Spike's sharp fangs tearing savagely into her neck, cutting through her yielding flesh like a knife through butter. She cried out, the feel of his dick buried inside of her while his fangs sunk into her neck almost too much for her to bear. It was a dizzying whirlpool of sensations hitting her all at once.

Buffy felt a glimmer of fear as Spike slowly drained her life giving fluid, but it was quickly replaced by sheer pleasure as Spike resumed his prior thrusts, his pace becoming more and more frantic as he gave his demon full control. He sucked at her neck, drinking deep and thrusting in time with each pull of blood he took.

Buffy was powerless to stop him.

And she didn't want to.

The pleasure built like hot steam just beneath the surface as Spike continued to violate her in every way, the power he currently had over her both frightening and thrilling.

And then, the steam burst.

"Oh God, Spike, yes!" Buffy cried out her impending orgasm, and Spike was right behind her. He buried himself to the hilt as her body convulsed, her climax hitting her even harder than the previous one, stars flashing behind her eyes. Her inner muscles milked his cock for all it was worth while he shot his cold seed deep inside of her, and she sputtered softly, her body going limp in his arms. Her mind was fuzzy, blank, weakened from the loss of blood and the force of her orgasm, wanting to bask in the afterglow of her ecstacy.

Spike extracted his fangs from her neck, licking the wound to stop the flow of blood and letting his demon visage slip away, his features once again shifting back to human. Picking up the weakened slayer in his arms, he deposited her on the bed while she murmered unintelligible words to herself, her eyes closed. He climbed on the mattress next to her, studying her face.

Gently brushing the hair from her eyes, he took in her appearance. Her lips were slightly parted as she drew deep breaths, her cheeks flushed, forehead dotted with sweat.

Spike knitted his eyebrows together, contemplating this turn of events.

Fucking a slayer had indeed been every bit as good as he'd imagined. And somehow, it even far exceeded his expectations.

There was something about this one... her beauty, the way she moved, the way she talked, the way she kept him on his toes. She was special... special in ways that would make him enjoy killing her that much more. He'd tasted her, he'd savored her, and now he wanted all of her. More than he'd ever wanted anything in his unlife.

'In due time,' He reminded himself, 'There's no fight left in her now.'

Buffy stirred suddenly, pulling him from his reverie, and he leaned over her as she came to.

"I told you," He said in a low, slightly hoarse tone, his fingers moving lightly up and down her arm. "How good it would be between us..."

Buffy's eyes flew open, his words suddenly reminding her of where she was as the fog cleared from her mind.

"Oh, God," She gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth as reality came rushing back.

She'd just had sex with a vampire, a monster, someone who wanted to kill her. In a crypt, no less.

And what made it all worse was the fact that she had enjoyed it.

Feeling overwhelmingly sick and disgusted, Buffy rolled away from him, standing on wobbly legs and moving in a frenzy to gather her torn clothing off the dusty floor. When Spike approached her, her initial reaction was to jerk away from him, until she saw what he held in his hand.

A key.

As he released her from her bonds, she eyed him with curiosity.

"Go to the gits at the council. Get your bloody training, slayer," He said. "But just remember how good it was between us..."

Buffy grimaced, looking away.

"And do yourself a favor," he quipped, "Don't get too comfy, because you know I'll be there sooner or later. I'll pop up, slip in... have myself a real good day..."

Buffy glared at him, challenge in her eyes as she gave him one last look of disgust before exiting the crypt in haste.

Spike simply stared after her retreating form, pondering exactly what the hell had just happened, wondering how exactly the council would treat Buffy upon her return, and asking himself why exactly he cared.

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A/N: Whew! *Lets out deep breath* Ah, the art of seduction... a horny smooth talking vampire, a slayer desperate for a bit of pleasure. Seemed like a recipe for great smut to me. Though I was really sweating this one out, since I'm fairly inexperienced writing full fledged smut and raunch like this. But I hope I did an ok job, and that you guys like it....

Again, thanks so much to Michelle, sarah, and MarzBar for your reviews! I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far!