Breaking a Slayer
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Adult ++
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Chapter 7
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
*Buffy sat and rocked in her bed, growing more angry and frustrated by the minute. The blank denial she'd carried for so long was gone and the pain of losing her mom had transformed into a killing rage. Why was her beauti vib vibrant mother dead? So many worthless beings, human and otherwise, walked the streets of Sunnydale. *What were the powers thinking letting Mom die?*
She got up and paced the room like an angry wolf. She needed something, anything to take out her frustration and rage on. As she was turning on the antique armoire, ready to reduce it to kindling, an intrusive knock sounded on her door.
"Slayer! Are you in there, you psychotic bint? Let me in!" Spike's agitated voics mus muffled by the thick door.
Buffy moved to the door in a flash and turned the key, ripping open the door and grabbing Spike by the throat. "I almost killed you tonight and you're pounding on my door and calling me names?" she growled and shook him. Anger flooded her system with adrenaline and she turned and threw Spike across the room.
He crashed into the bed, eyes flashing from blue to gold in an instant as his fangs descended and ridges formed on his brow. He sneered, crouched and leapt at her, arms outstretched, then howled in anguish, clutching his head and falling to the floor in a ball of excruciating agony. "Ah, bloody fucking hells. Sodding military bastard sons of bitches…" he groaned, writhing.
Merciless, Buffy pummeled him, momentarily ignoring the fact that her prey couldn't even protect himself, let alone fight back. Spike gasped at the doubled pain in his body and head and grabbed at her arms gently, trying to stop the attack without engaging the chip again. Buffy's strikes became softer and then ceased altogether as she collapsed on top of him, crying in reaction and anguish.
"Shush, Pet, s'ok. You didn't hurt me much at all. Think those love taps were bad? That wasn't even foreplay for Ang…" Spike cut himself off before finishing the thought. Buffy didn't know about Angelus's predilection for sex and torture combined…she thought it was just torture. *Wouldn't do to go blabbing that particular secret, William, my boy. Your sire would hang you out to bake in the morning sun for sure.*
"I nearly killed you tonight by accident, Spike. How can you even stand to be around me? All those guys at the Bronze, and the music and the dark…it was just too much like…like the bar that night. I freaked out, didn't I?"
"Luv, it's nothing. You haven't been near people for two months now. T'wasn't quite smart to try to jump right back in, but you've never lacked for guts…brains maybe, guts, never," he joked, smiling at her to tease her a bit.
"That's because I spend my nights wading in them. Speaking of guts, coming in here calling me names isn't exactly brilliant on your part either. What the heck is a 'bint' anyway?" Buffy asked.
Spike looked quizzical. "A bint is a girl or woman. Back in my day, it wasn't an insult, though I wouldn't have used it to describe a gentlewoman. Nowadays…well, s'not exactly complimentary. And we already know the definition of psychotic…that would be Buffy, wouldn't it? Hell and damnation, woman, when are you going to start talking to us instead of just lashing out?"
Buffy ducked her head. "I'm sorry…."
Spike interrupted her, annoyed and a bit peeved now, "Don't want your apology, Slayer. Don't need it. Want you to start thinking again instead of just reacting." He shook her gently, pulling her closer to him without thinking.
Buffy's eyes spilled more tears and Spike stopped, angry at himself now for making her miserable again. "Shush, Pet. Don't cry now. Can't stand drippy Slayers, myself!" He brushed her tears away with gentle fingers and tilted her face up to his own. "Shush, now, Luv…shush," he crooned.
Buffy leaned into his strong but gentle hands, not thinking, just feeling. It had been so long since anyone touched her with tenderness. Her days were spent in restless sleep populated with brutal nightmares that left her more tired than when she'd gone to bed and her dark nights were spent in constant, painful struggle against seemingly limitless evils. No one held her these days. His face was so close and she was so lonely…it didn't seem to matter that it was Spike…she leaned into him a tiny bit more and brushed his lips with her own.
Spike's unbeating heart threatened to burst into instantaneous rhythm as he felt Buffy's tentative kiss. He caressed her face with gentle finges, ss, stroking her cheekbones and jawline as he deepened the kiss. She sighed, opening her mouth to him and touching the tip of her tongue to his.
"Buffy," he sighed, as he delved deeper into her eager mouth. She was so hot, so full of life. He could hear the blood flowing through her veins; smell her wakening arousal. His fangs ached with the need to sink themselves deep into her neck, but he didn't want to feed as much as he wanted to sip her essence, her vital energy, her very self and make it his and his alone. Now, more than ever, he understood how this inexperienced girl-child had made his debauched and corrupt sire loose his soul in one night of love. Had Spike one, he'd have lost it gladly in the embrace of this fiery goddess of death for his kind.
Buffy's heart was racing, her senses coming alive in a way she'd only felt once before. Spike's skillful kiss and soft caresses were awakening desires she'd cut herself off from since the wonderful/horrible night of her seventeenth birthday. All her rage and pain transformed into want, sheer animal lust, as her body demanded payment for the ceaseless hours of torment inflicted upon it. Her hands moved down Spike's cool taut body, stroking his muscular arms and back and rubbing, caressing every inch of his torso with strong, smooth strokes.
Spike moved his eager mouth from Buffy's to her neck, kissing and tantalizing her with tiny grazing nips of his elongated teeth, never breaking the skin. She moaned and bared her throat to him and his senses sang in delight as this gorgeous killer offered him her very life. He fastened his mouth over the throbbing pulse, tasting the blood through her skin and barely restraining himself from plunging faneep eep into her heated body. His hands stroked lower, tracing the undersides of her breasts. He teased her, drawing circles around the sensitive nipples, but never allowing her the release of actual contact there.
Buffy groaned in desire, her body one heated vessel of need. She grabbed Spike's taunting hands and pulled them to her nipples, brushing his black-tipped fingernails against the straining buds. He complied with her demand, stroking and teasing the sensitive peaks as they strained to break free of the tank top. Finally, when she thought she'd expire from need, Spike rolled her nipples between hard fingertips, pulling and twisting them into rock hard pained/pleasured pebbles.
As he twisted and teased her aching nipples, Spike continued to suck at Buffy's racing pulse, brushing the sensitized flesh with his fangs, harder now, but still not breaking the skin. His cock throbbed with carnal need in his jeans, but he gave it no thought, consumed with making the Slayer beg for release from him, her enemy. *Right, Will, keep kidding yourself. You're her slave, not her enemy, and you have been for some time. Pansy!* Spike told his inner self to shut the fuck up and focused his thoughts on delighting the Slayer. Not hard, she was captivating in every way, so fierce and wanton now in his arms.
Buffy closed her eyes and moaned in agonized pleasure against his teasing fangs, unable to remain quiet with this need pounding through her veins like quicksilver. Suddenly, Spike's avid mouth and demanding hands jerked abruptly away, leaving her wanting and bereft. Buffy opened her mouth to protest this renewed teasing, but paused in confusion, her eyes blinking open as Spike was thrown across the room by a totally enraged Angel.
"You traitorous little fuck. How dare you attack my mate?! Mine, she's mine. Not to be touched by the likes of you…" Angel's rant reverted into fierce growling an jum jumped upon his startled childe, pounding his face and body with ceaseless fury.
Buffy was speechless with shock, desire draining from her in a cold rush that left her shaking. "No, Angel…it wasn't like that." She jumped from the floor and ran to the struggling males, grabbing Angel's shoulders pul pulling, trying to get him to stop hitting Spike, who oddly, wasn't retaliating. "Spike, do something, stop him from hitting you. This wasn't your fault…" Buffy trailed off as Angel turned growling and pushed her back away from his childe.
"He's gone without proper discipline for too long and this is the result. I don't know how he was able to attack you, Buffy, but I promise, he'll never do it again. Leave us!" Angel commanded, turning his attention back to his recalcitrant childe.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
*Buffy sat and rocked in her bed, growing more angry and frustrated by the minute. The blank denial she'd carried for so long was gone and the pain of losing her mom had transformed into a killing rage. Why was her beauti vib vibrant mother dead? So many worthless beings, human and otherwise, walked the streets of Sunnydale. *What were the powers thinking letting Mom die?*
She got up and paced the room like an angry wolf. She needed something, anything to take out her frustration and rage on. As she was turning on the antique armoire, ready to reduce it to kindling, an intrusive knock sounded on her door.
"Slayer! Are you in there, you psychotic bint? Let me in!" Spike's agitated voics mus muffled by the thick door.
Buffy moved to the door in a flash and turned the key, ripping open the door and grabbing Spike by the throat. "I almost killed you tonight and you're pounding on my door and calling me names?" she growled and shook him. Anger flooded her system with adrenaline and she turned and threw Spike across the room.
He crashed into the bed, eyes flashing from blue to gold in an instant as his fangs descended and ridges formed on his brow. He sneered, crouched and leapt at her, arms outstretched, then howled in anguish, clutching his head and falling to the floor in a ball of excruciating agony. "Ah, bloody fucking hells. Sodding military bastard sons of bitches…" he groaned, writhing.
Merciless, Buffy pummeled him, momentarily ignoring the fact that her prey couldn't even protect himself, let alone fight back. Spike gasped at the doubled pain in his body and head and grabbed at her arms gently, trying to stop the attack without engaging the chip again. Buffy's strikes became softer and then ceased altogether as she collapsed on top of him, crying in reaction and anguish.
"Shush, Pet, s'ok. You didn't hurt me much at all. Think those love taps were bad? That wasn't even foreplay for Ang…" Spike cut himself off before finishing the thought. Buffy didn't know about Angelus's predilection for sex and torture combined…she thought it was just torture. *Wouldn't do to go blabbing that particular secret, William, my boy. Your sire would hang you out to bake in the morning sun for sure.*
"I nearly killed you tonight by accident, Spike. How can you even stand to be around me? All those guys at the Bronze, and the music and the dark…it was just too much like…like the bar that night. I freaked out, didn't I?"
"Luv, it's nothing. You haven't been near people for two months now. T'wasn't quite smart to try to jump right back in, but you've never lacked for guts…brains maybe, guts, never," he joked, smiling at her to tease her a bit.
"That's because I spend my nights wading in them. Speaking of guts, coming in here calling me names isn't exactly brilliant on your part either. What the heck is a 'bint' anyway?" Buffy asked.
Spike looked quizzical. "A bint is a girl or woman. Back in my day, it wasn't an insult, though I wouldn't have used it to describe a gentlewoman. Nowadays…well, s'not exactly complimentary. And we already know the definition of psychotic…that would be Buffy, wouldn't it? Hell and damnation, woman, when are you going to start talking to us instead of just lashing out?"
Buffy ducked her head. "I'm sorry…."
Spike interrupted her, annoyed and a bit peeved now, "Don't want your apology, Slayer. Don't need it. Want you to start thinking again instead of just reacting." He shook her gently, pulling her closer to him without thinking.
Buffy's eyes spilled more tears and Spike stopped, angry at himself now for making her miserable again. "Shush, Pet. Don't cry now. Can't stand drippy Slayers, myself!" He brushed her tears away with gentle fingers and tilted her face up to his own. "Shush, now, Luv…shush," he crooned.
Buffy leaned into his strong but gentle hands, not thinking, just feeling. It had been so long since anyone touched her with tenderness. Her days were spent in restless sleep populated with brutal nightmares that left her more tired than when she'd gone to bed and her dark nights were spent in constant, painful struggle against seemingly limitless evils. No one held her these days. His face was so close and she was so lonely…it didn't seem to matter that it was Spike…she leaned into him a tiny bit more and brushed his lips with her own.
Spike's unbeating heart threatened to burst into instantaneous rhythm as he felt Buffy's tentative kiss. He caressed her face with gentle finges, ss, stroking her cheekbones and jawline as he deepened the kiss. She sighed, opening her mouth to him and touching the tip of her tongue to his.
"Buffy," he sighed, as he delved deeper into her eager mouth. She was so hot, so full of life. He could hear the blood flowing through her veins; smell her wakening arousal. His fangs ached with the need to sink themselves deep into her neck, but he didn't want to feed as much as he wanted to sip her essence, her vital energy, her very self and make it his and his alone. Now, more than ever, he understood how this inexperienced girl-child had made his debauched and corrupt sire loose his soul in one night of love. Had Spike one, he'd have lost it gladly in the embrace of this fiery goddess of death for his kind.
Buffy's heart was racing, her senses coming alive in a way she'd only felt once before. Spike's skillful kiss and soft caresses were awakening desires she'd cut herself off from since the wonderful/horrible night of her seventeenth birthday. All her rage and pain transformed into want, sheer animal lust, as her body demanded payment for the ceaseless hours of torment inflicted upon it. Her hands moved down Spike's cool taut body, stroking his muscular arms and back and rubbing, caressing every inch of his torso with strong, smooth strokes.
Spike moved his eager mouth from Buffy's to her neck, kissing and tantalizing her with tiny grazing nips of his elongated teeth, never breaking the skin. She moaned and bared her throat to him and his senses sang in delight as this gorgeous killer offered him her very life. He fastened his mouth over the throbbing pulse, tasting the blood through her skin and barely restraining himself from plunging faneep eep into her heated body. His hands stroked lower, tracing the undersides of her breasts. He teased her, drawing circles around the sensitive nipples, but never allowing her the release of actual contact there.
Buffy groaned in desire, her body one heated vessel of need. She grabbed Spike's taunting hands and pulled them to her nipples, brushing his black-tipped fingernails against the straining buds. He complied with her demand, stroking and teasing the sensitive peaks as they strained to break free of the tank top. Finally, when she thought she'd expire from need, Spike rolled her nipples between hard fingertips, pulling and twisting them into rock hard pained/pleasured pebbles.
As he twisted and teased her aching nipples, Spike continued to suck at Buffy's racing pulse, brushing the sensitized flesh with his fangs, harder now, but still not breaking the skin. His cock throbbed with carnal need in his jeans, but he gave it no thought, consumed with making the Slayer beg for release from him, her enemy. *Right, Will, keep kidding yourself. You're her slave, not her enemy, and you have been for some time. Pansy!* Spike told his inner self to shut the fuck up and focused his thoughts on delighting the Slayer. Not hard, she was captivating in every way, so fierce and wanton now in his arms.
Buffy closed her eyes and moaned in agonized pleasure against his teasing fangs, unable to remain quiet with this need pounding through her veins like quicksilver. Suddenly, Spike's avid mouth and demanding hands jerked abruptly away, leaving her wanting and bereft. Buffy opened her mouth to protest this renewed teasing, but paused in confusion, her eyes blinking open as Spike was thrown across the room by a totally enraged Angel.
"You traitorous little fuck. How dare you attack my mate?! Mine, she's mine. Not to be touched by the likes of you…" Angel's rant reverted into fierce growling an jum jumped upon his startled childe, pounding his face and body with ceaseless fury.
Buffy was speechless with shock, desire draining from her in a cold rush that left her shaking. "No, Angel…it wasn't like that." She jumped from the floor and ran to the struggling males, grabbing Angel's shoulders pul pulling, trying to get him to stop hitting Spike, who oddly, wasn't retaliating. "Spike, do something, stop him from hitting you. This wasn't your fault…" Buffy trailed off as Angel turned growling and pushed her back away from his childe.
"He's gone without proper discipline for too long and this is the result. I don't know how he was able to attack you, Buffy, but I promise, he'll never do it again. Leave us!" Angel commanded, turning his attention back to his recalcitrant childe.
To be continued…