Kidnapped

TITLE: Kidnapped (1/1)
AUTHOR: Angel
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere with my permission
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: These characters aren't mine, they're Joss Whedon, Warner Brothers, Twentieth Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, and Kuzui Productions.
FEEDBACK: Do I have to beg? Ok, I am begging. Pleading. Please say anything.
SUMMARY: Spike kidnaps Buffy. Since this is my story, I say what goes, so I say that Becoming pt 2 and Angelus stabbed into Hell NEVER HAPPENED! Also, I wrote this long before Spike and Buffy hooked up on the show...

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It was a dark night. The wind was howling. Clouds hid the usually bright moon.

Buffy was out, patrolling. There was no noise, other then her own footsteps and the sound of the wind. Her slayer senses were in kicked into high gear. She knew that someone was watching her, but she couldn't sense who?

"Vampires? Come out, come out wherever you are?"

Walking slowly, she made her way throughout the cemetery. The wind whipped around her face, blowing her hair in her eyes and making it hard for her to see.

"I should go home, I am cold and tired," she muttered.

Suddenly, something hit her over the back of her head, and she was out cold.

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Spike was pacing back and forth.

"When is she gonna wake up?"

Spike began talking to himself.

"When she wakes up, she is gonna regret being the slayer. "

"Ahem, excuse me."

Spike turned, to see a shorter vampire standing before him.

"I am sorry to intrude, but, um.... she's awake."

Spike grinned and followed his minion into the other room.

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Buffy was squirming on the bed. She didn't like this one bit. She didn't know where she was, or what was going on. Stopping, she noticed she was tied spread eagle to a huge canopy bed, and she was "in the buff."

"I was wondering when you would wake up."

Buffy turned to see Spike standing in the doorway, wearing a red silk shirt and tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination.

"Spike, I should have known. Why am I tied up like this?"

Spike grinned and stepped closer to her, running his fingertips up and down her breasts, caressing the nipples harder as he spoke.

"Well, that prick of a sire took of with my Dru. For some reason she likes that bloody wanker. In the meantime, nobody is here to take care of me. That's why you are here."

Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Spike wanted to fuck a slayer?

"But...you and me, we are enemies. We hate each other."

Spike grinned and moved his hand lower. His fingers caressed the blond tuft of hair between her legs. Buffy arched up toward his hand, not believing the feelings that ran though her.

"Well, there is that. But then I don't have to bloody call you in the morning."

Leaning down, he kissed her inner thigh, slowly running his tongue up and down it. His other hand moved up and down her mound, his fingers exploring her sex. Buffy moaned as he parted her lips. Spike couldn't believe she was wet.

Slowly, he stood up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Buffy looked up at him. His chest was very well muscled, with only a hint of hair. Buffy couldn't believe she was getting hot for SPIKE!

Leaning down, he kissed her mouth, letting his tongue trail a small path over her lips. He moved lower, nuzzling her neck, nipping gently at it. Going very slowly, he began to moves lower, gently taking her breast into his mouth. Sucking gently, he let his tongue do all the work, exploring every inch.

Buffy arched her back, thrusting her breast further into his mouth. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Tugging at her wrists, she whined, wishing she was NOT tied up.

Spike chuckled and moved lower, kissing her inner thigh as he stroked her lips. Slowly he licked, moving his tongue deeper inside.

Buffy moaned with pleasure at the feeling of him inside her. She bucked her hips into his mouth and writhed at his touch.

Spike grinned and sucked hungrily at her clit. Moving his tongue deeper into her core, his hands found her breasts and massaged them, squeezing the nipples with his fingers.

Buffy arched again, feeling herself near climax. Spike felt her moving under him and stopped before she came. Standing up, he looked down at her.

Buffy looked up at him, whimpering. Why did he stop? Spike started to unzip his jeans and then she knew why he stopped. Letting his pants drop to the floor, his cock sprang free of its confines. Buffy gasped at the size of Spike. It was WAY bigger than Angel's was ever way.

Moving down onto her, Spike teased her, moving the tip around her lips but not entering her yet. Buffy writhed and gasped, waiting.

"What do you want?" Spike asked her, looking into her eyes.

"Y - Y - You," she gasped.

Spike grinned and thrust into her, fast and deep. With his hands, he grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto his cock. Groaning, he thrust again, burying himself deeper.

Buffy arched her back as high as she could go, thrusting back into him, matching his rhythm. Feeling herself fast approaching her climax, she wished she could wrap her legs around him tightly.

Spike groaned louder, closing his eyes as he drove deeper into her. Buffy screamed as her whole body shuddered and waves of pleasure washed over her. Feeling her juices come sliding down her thigh, Spike slammed into her again, feeling his own release as their juices mixed on the sheets.

Moaning, Spike pulled out and rested next to Buffy. Wrapping one arm around her, he looked down into her eyes. Buffy looked up at him, smiling.

"So... did you enjoy it?"

Buffy nodded her head slowly, unable to speak. She just got fucked by a vampire, and loved it! What was she, nuts?

Spike grinned and purred into her ear.

"Ever had a threesome?"

The End.