Lust

Remember the beginning of “Something Blue”, when Spike is chained to the bathtub? Well that’s where this story starts…lots of smutty goodness I assure you, Will be Spuffy. My muse started yelling at me to get my butt to the computer and start a new story. Really I am not surprised, she just finished a box of chocolate covered cherries.


Lust


“It's about time. Hope you got it warm enough.” Spike growled
~ Teasing little chit. ~ He growled softly, impatiently waiting for his dinner.

Giles handed a mug of semi-warm blood to Buffy. She took it, and sighed. She made a face as she put it close enough to Spike that he could take the straw into his mouth.

Spike sucked through the straw as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, trying to make Buffy squirm. “I don't know why you're so dainty all of a sudden. You've done this for Angel - you must have.” He said casually.

Buffy pulled the mug away, the straw still dangled from between Spike’s lips. ~ Infuriating jerk. ~ Buffy thought to herself.

“Hey! Give it!” Spike shouted indignantly. ~ Gonna make you pay Slayer. ~

“Okay, that's it. The invalid amnesiac routine is over. The kitchen is closed until you can tell me something useful about the commandos.” Buffy said angrily. ~ Stop looking at me like a wounded puppy. ~ She thought to herself, trying to ignore the desire she felt.

“I'm tryin' to remember. It was very traumatic.” Spike said. He leaned back against the tub and smirked at her.

“How long are you going to pull this crap?” Buffy said exasperated


“How long am I going to live once I tell you?” Spike asked curiously
~ If I kissed you how long would I last? You smell so good. ~ He wondered silently. ~ Know if I asked that question I’d end up fitting in an ashtray. ~ He grimaced.

“Look, look, Spike - we have no intention of killing a harmless.. uh, creature.. but we have to know what's been done to you. We can't let you go until we're sure that you're .. impotent” Giles said looking at the vampire chained to his tub.

“Hey!” Spike said angrily.

“Sorry, poor choice of words. Until we're sure you're, you're…” Giles searched for the word.

“Flaccid?” Buffy supplied sweetly. ~ Nothing flaccid about him. ~ She thought lustily.

“You are one step away, missy.” Spike said, offended with her choice of words.

“Giles, help! He's going to scold me.” Buffy yelped sarcastically.

Spike growled, as he tried to grab Buffy, but the chains held him back.
~ Come a little closer Slayer. Oh the things I could do to you. ~

“You know what? I don't think you want us to let you go. Maybe we made it a little too comfy in here for ya.” Buffy said glaring at him.

“Comfy? I'm chained in a bathtub drinkin' pig's blood from a novelty mug. Doesn't rank huge in the Zagut's Guide.” Spike said shrugging his shoulders. ~ Unless you were chained in here with me. ~

“You want something nicer? A look at my… poor neck? All bare and tender and exposed… all that blood just ….pumping away…” Buffy said seductively, trailing her finger down over her jugular.

Spike licked his lips. ~ Yeah…that’s what I want. ~ He thought feeling his cock twitch and grow.

“Oh, please.” Giles said rolling his eyes. He turned on his heal and stalked out of the bathroom.

~ Look at the way his tongue moves over his lips. No. Bad Buffy. No sexy spike thoughts. Spike? Sexy? Where’d that come from? ~ Buffy licked her lips and leaned a little closer to Spike. “Spike…I…”

Spike leaned forward, his lips seeking hers. ~ Damn bloody chains. ~ Spike thought as he felt them restraining him. “Closer Buffy…” He whispered.

Buffy opened her eyes and looked into his cerulean blue ones. She moved closer, and closed her eyes again. Buffy leaned in expectantly.

Spike captured her mouth in a tender kiss, leaving Buffy breathless and confused.

Buffy broke the kiss and backed up. She covered her mouth with her hand. ~ What the hell is wrong with me? ~ She asked herself. She turned and fled the bathroom.

“Bloody hell.” Spike muttered under his breath, he tried to adjust the growing hardness in his jeans pressing painfully against the zipper.
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“I’ve got to run out for a little while will you be ok alone with Spike?” Giles asked when Buffy reached the living room.

“Slayer here Giles. I’ll be fine with one chained up vampire.” She smiled softly at him. “As a matter of fact, I’m gonna go back and check on him …see if he’ll talk.” Buffy said. ~ Alone with Spike. After he kissed me. After I *let* him kiss me. I *wanted* him to kiss me. ~ She thought shocking herself, she was so engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t hear Giles quietly shut the door on his way out.
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~ Bloody hell. She’s not going to come back and help me get rid of this, gotta take care of it myself I suppose. ~ Spike thought angrily to himself.

He undid his pants in quick jerky movements, his hand chained together not making it very easy.

Spike grabbed his hardened length in his hand he squeesed and pumped himself slowly. ~ Bet she’s tight. Her heat…surrounding me…~ Spike thought stroking harder.
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Buffy stopped outside the bathroom. She heard chains rattling. ~ What the hell is he doing in there? ~ She wondered. She stood quietly and listened.
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Spike was panting from exertion. He was fantasizing that it was Buffy’s hand roughly stroking his manhood. ~ Bloody chit is standing outside the door. ~ Spike realized. ~ Better give her something to listen to. He thought grinning evilly to himself.

“Slayer.” He growled softly. “Yeah…touch me…” He moaned just loud enough for her to hear.

Buffy gasped, ~ He’s…oh god…and he’s thinking about *me*? No. He’s not. He can’t be, he’s just teasing me. ~ She decided. ~ I’m gonna go in there and bust him for teasing me.

Spike heard her gasp and grinned pumping faster. Knowing she was on the other side of that door, listening to him turned him on more that he thought it would. “Please Slayer…want you so much…” He growled softly.

He heard the door opening and leaned his head back against the tub, closing his eyes and giving over to the sensations. ~ Guess I’m ready to die. ~ He thought stroking faster. “Mmhhhhh.” He moaned, knowing she was standing over him.

Buffy entered the bathroom and was totally unprepared to be faced with the reality of her sexy mortal enemy masturbating and thinking of her, she couldn’t catch her breath.

“Spike?” She asked timidly “What are you doing?” She was panting, seeing him, like that cock in hand stroking and knowing he was thinking of her was driving her wild, she could feel the moisture of her sal sal soaking through her panties.

“What’s it look like Slayer? Not getting any satisfaction any other way.” Spike said closing his eyes and continuing his ministrations. “You like watchin’ me?” He asked casually, he started pumping his hips in time with his stroking.

“No…I…I just…” Buffy came closer and knelt by the tub. She leaned over and kissed him roughly on the lips. ~ I want to …~ She couldn’t even finish the thought it was so wrong. “Spike….I…”

“Talk to me Slayer…it’ll make me come….call my name….” He growled. ~ I want you so much. Hot little body of yours.

“Is it ok if I do more than that….Spike?” She asked seductively.

Spike growled and nodded, he couldn’t form coherent words.
~ Her arousal is driving me crazy. ~ Buffy climbed in the tub and stood poised over him. She reached under her long leather skirt and untied her panties, letting them fall onto Spike’s stroking hand.

Spike groaned when he felt the soft material hit his hand. He opened his eyes and realized what she had just dropped on him. Spike grabbed them quickly and used them to stroke himself. “Yeah…Slayer…please…touch me…” He begged inhaling her scent. “Want it so bad…please Slayer.”

Buffy sank down and impaled herself on his cock. Her eyes went wide at the sensations it caused in her body and she slowly rocked ast hst him. “I…have a name…say it…” She panted, she could feel the zipper from his jeans digging into her slick thighs.

“Buffy…oh Buffy…kitten…so hot…amazing…ohh. I lo…” Spike’s words were cut off by her hot mist lips pressing tentatively against his. He opened his mouth and allowed her access.

Spike growled hungrily. And thrust up inside her relishing the feel of her on top of him, surrounding him with her scent, her flesh, her blood pumping just below the surface.

Spike reached his still chained together hands over Buffy’s head and let his arms fall around her pulling her closer.

Buffy broke the kiss to breath and Spike rested his head on her shoulder. “Spike…feels so good…” Buffy moaned, grinding harder, faster.

Spike couldn’t contain his demon any longer. He felt his fangs descend and before he could stop himself he sank them deeply into her jugular.
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Please review if you like this story…..my muse is on standby with another box of chocolates.