Hellbent

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Stumbling through a haze of thick, foul smelling, smoky mist, Spike felt himself gasp for air in tune with Buffy. Her need to breathe forcing Spike to long for the sweet taste of oxygen as he followed her through the pit.
Reaching the shelter of a secluded cave, Spike pressed himself against Buffy, pinning them both to the walls, mourning the loss of the dream he had been enjoying before the hunting hell hounds had disrupted his slumber.
It wasn’t an unusual occurrence to be woken by Buffy or Angel and forced to run for their lives, or unlives as the case may be, but it was the first time his dream had progressed that far.
He had been back in Sunnydale with the Slayer on his arm. The twin punctures on her neck a neon sign for all demons to see, warning the hazards of trying to take out his Slayer. He would protect her life with his own and the demon community knew it. What was unusual about this particular dream was the fact that the humans knew it also. Every human along the street would greet them in an awed fashioned, clamouring to shake hands or even get a rare smile from the Slayer or himself. Demons and humans alike were honoured to be in the couple’s presence and Spike’s demon was immensely satisfied at the worship it was rewarded with.
Pressing Buffy deeper into the narrow recess in the wall, he sighed in relief when they made it through to where the gap in the rock face suddenly opened into a colossal cavern. It’s ceiling could not be made out, even with the elder vampire’s enhanced vision, the walls sparkled with millions of different crystals and gems, each embedded so firmly that one would become insane with determination before a stone was even half way loose.
Following the Slayer across the dry, remarkably undusty floor, Spike sank to his knees on a pile of furs, the demons they had belonged to long since drained dry and roasted for food.
Growling at Angel and Drusilla who were still intertwined under their own pile of furs, hidden by a convenient curve of the wall, Spike was immediately distracted by the Slayer pouncing on him, adrenaline pumping through her system, demanding release in the only way she knew how to these days.
Being straddled by the Slayer was enough to make Spike all but forget about the dreams that had been plaguing him for countless hundreds of nights. She was an expert at making him forget the hell that surrounded them, and he in turn, gave her the refuge she sought and gave promise after promise of returning to her life as soon as they could.
Taking his time in teasing his Slayer, Spike lazily ran his hands across her practically bare back, eliciting a growl of her own as she writhed for the friction Spike was denying her. He had all the time in the world and was determined to make her last.
Time moved faster down here, he was sure of it, for all he knew, a month down here could only be a day back in Sunnydale. They had taken to sleeping in turns as couples, as within the space of a single day in this place, they found themselves wide awake and unable to get any proper rest. It had been Spike and Buffy’s turn to guard the cave and hunt for food. The food that would surely slink by in the next few hours before the fires began to burn, signalling a new day. By night, the ground released sulphuric smoke clouds, each hanging low above the hot barren lands and choking those who needed to breathe clean air. Each day the smoke would evaporate into the acrid stench of what passed for air and geysers of fire would shoot out of cracks, burning up anything that dared to stand within its path.
This place truly was Hell, and the only sanctuary they had was the cavern they had made their home for the past few weeks while they regained their strength and resolve.
Strength to make it back to Sunnydale and to Buffy’s life as the Guardian of Good for the world.
Not that she was doing much in the way of good while they were trapped in this place. She had been through so much in the past few years they had been here that Spike doubted she would ever be able to return to her Slayer duties and her Watcher.
How the hell would she explain what she was currently doing Spike wondered, his head falling back in delight as Buffy used her sharpened canines to rip through the skin on his neck, her vaginal walls clenching around his cock as she rode him, urgency lost along the way when fangs had come into their play. Lazily sliding up at down his shaft she licked sloppily at the blood that ran freely from her lovers neck, fast healing bite marks ensuring that they never took too much of each other.
Opening his eyes slowly, Spike looked around the room in a daze. He must have been dreaming, for he was no longer in hell, but his girl was most definitely suckling on his neck while she rode his cock. They were in the mansion where they had sought refuge as the sun came up and he guessed it was just setting in the sky as they shagged.
Rolling Buffy over in one smooth movement, Spike began to pound in earnest, his desire for her lingering from his dream and pushing him towards the edge faster than Buffy was getting there.
There was no way he would ever climax before his girl, it was his life’s mission to keep her satisfied and that’s what he would do. Angling his hips so that he ground his pubic bone against her clit with every forward surge, Spike slammed into her, over and over, until his name tumbled from her bloodstained lips as if by repeating his name she could somehow convey the immense pleasure coursing through her body.
Growling at the knocking on the door, Spike frowned when Drusilla ignored his warning, waltzing in to give Buffy a hug, mindless of the Slayer’s lack of clothes or the blood that stained her lips.
“You’re welcome.” Buffy told the vampiress with a smile, returning the hug and watching as she flounced from the room.
“Welcome for what?” Spike asked curiously, his eyes darting around the room and coming to settle on the mountain of bags stacked beside the bureau.
“I bought you some too.” Buffy was saying as he made his way over to her goodie bags and tipping them onto the bed. Glancing at the clothes and toiletries that tumbled from the bags Spike began to chuckle. She had been nervous about telling him she’d been shopping. Probably because she took the money he had set out for leaving Sunnydale with Dru the night they had been sucked through Acathla.
“These for me pet?” He grinned, holding up the black items she had purchased with him in mind. Nodding at the colourless clothing, Buffy pulled out a fresh set of clothes for herself, dressing quickly to beat the sinking sun. She wanted to get back to her mother’s as quickly as possible to fill her in on what had occurred in the time they had been gone before she had a chance to catch up with her friends.
She was longing to see her friends and couldn’t wait to go and see them after speaking with her mom. Spike, Angel and Dru would be able to go with her to the Bronze, to experience the world in which she had been longing to live. She was determined not to let anything ruin tonight for her. Not even Giles’ disappointment would stop her from celebrating her return with her family and friends.
“Ready kitten?” Spike held open the door, watching with interest as she bounded past him, linking arms with Drusilla as they met in the hallway and skipping down the stone staircase and out into the night, not waiting for him or Angel to keep up.
Keeping close enough to protect their ladies, Spike and Angel followed the two across town into the residential areas, keeping an eye out for threats as neither Buffy or Dru seemed to care if the whole world had turned to stare at them. They were dressed in new, unripped clothes, their hair was brushed and tied back and they were out for a good time.
That was until the door to the home in front of them was wrenched open by one of her young friends, spitting and snarling insults for all he was worth.
“Hello Buffy. How are you? I’m glad you’re back.” The Slayer grumbled, perfectly audible for the boy to hear as she made her way up the wooden steps and onto the porch.
“What?” Xander repeated, incredulously. He had positioned his body to block the entrance to the house but was quickly shoved aside by Buffy, who entered the house followed by her vampiric companions, taking a seat in the empty armchair while the vampires stood behind in a silent show of solidarity.
“Just who do you think you are?” Xander cried, looking from one to another of the visitors in disgust.
“She’s my daughter.” Joyce said firmly. “This is her house too.”
“She ran away for over a year!” Willow piped up, unable to take her eyes off the blonde girl that sat before her.
“I ran away?” Buffy questioned, her eyes firmly meeting her mothers as she spoke. “I got sucked through that damn demon into hell and you guys just assumed I’d run away?” She chuckled pitilessly, “Fuck it, I may as well have ran away right?”
“Silly dolly.” Dru muttered softly, patting her head softly. “They can’t see truth when tales blind them.”
“I know.” Buffy said gently, “I know.”
“You understand that crazy bitch?” Xander cried, wringing his hands in desperation while his girlfriend looked on in amusement at the drama unfolding before her.
“Hey.” Oz said sternly, taking in the hurt on the Slayer’s face. It was obvious to him that Xander was probably going to be eaten by someone in this room if he didn’t learn to control his mouth and his temper.
“Hey what?” Xander was yelling even Willow and Joyce’s pleas falling on deaf ears as he continued to rant.
“How ‘bout you shut that trap ‘fore I do it for ya?” A rich Boston accent drawled from the kitchen doorway. “Hey B.” The dark Slayer nodded a welcome and took a seat next to Joyce on the arm of the sofa.
“Faith.” Buffy smiled in greeting. There was something soothing about the other Slayer’s presence that somehow eased Buffy’s worries about the future. There was another fighter on the side of good, one that was strong enough to be a real asset and Buffy was grateful for that.
“Slayer.” Spike grinned, watching as she eyed up Angel in his poncy new skin tight shirt.
“Spike.” The dark Slayer teased right back, letting him know she had no fear of him.
“Can we please begin to discuss your absence?” Giles groaned from his seat on the other side of the room, getting everyone’s attention immediately.
“Sure.” Buffy muttered. “How long have I been gone?”
“Nineteen months.” Joyce was the first to answer. “Was it the same for you?”
“No.” Spike replied, looking at the Watcher intently. “It was much longer.”
“One thousand, seven hundred and ten days.” Buffy whispered to the horror of the occupants of the room.
“How long?” Giles queried, his glasses once again between his fingertips, hoping that his visual impairment had temporarily affected his hearing too. There was something terrifying about his Slayer being trapped somewhere for that long with her present company.
“Fifty seven months. Four years and nine months. One thousand seven hundred and ten days.” Buffy’s voice began to waver. “Half a decade stuck in hell and you all assumed I’d run away from home?”
“We thought you’d left to be with Angel after I gave him his soul back.” Willow couldn’t resist slipping that titbit into the conversation.
“Angel?” Buffy gave another hollow laugh. “I’m not with Angel.”
“So why the hell is he here now?” Xander demanded, pointing at the offending demons as if no one else realised they were there.
“Because they’re my family.” Buffy told them stiffly, watching reactions as she spoke. “I love them”