A Bat, A Feather, and a bewildered British Badboy

A Bat, A Feather, and a bewildered British Badboy (1/1)

AUTHOR: Meleney Layne aka TrinityLayne

RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Spike finds himself in a interesting situation.
CONTENT: Mild Language, consensual, oral, and just plan old m/f sex. Pretty
much pwp! WARNING: contains a bit of bondage and a little bloodletting...

DISCLAIMER: Standard legal cra..I mean stuff... I don't own them, that
pleasure goes to Joss Whedon, and lot of other people. I’m just
borrowing them, and I promise to return them in the same condition I found
them... Except maybe Spike. Or Angel if those leather pants are involved.
This story is meant for enjoyment only, so please don’t sue.


AUTHOR NOTE: This was my first attempt at smut... I wrote this story 7 years ago, (way before willow/tara ever happened in the show…) this story was up on ff.net till they go all pruddy and deleated all nc17 fic.



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~~The Bat~~

"Where in the bloody hell could she be?" Spike asked angrily to the empty
alleyway. *If she thinks I’m going to wait here all night, she has another
thing coming, or not, if she doesn’t get here soon.* The impatient vampire
thought wryly, as he looked at his watch. *I’ll give her five minutes. If
she’s not here by then, I will go and find her. Then the real fun will
begin.* He smiled to himself, as he begin contemplating the many uses for
silk scarfs.

He didn’t notice the slight female figure walking quietly up behind him,
intill two slender hands covered his eyes. "Boo." Spike nearly jumped out of
his skin when the soft silvery voice whispered in his ear.

"Your late, Pet." He hissed, not trying to free himself from her gentle
hold. She laughed softly, kissing his neck right below his left ear.

"Sorry." She kissed the other side of his neck. She removed her hands from
his face, letting her fingertips brush his cheekbones delicately. She
caressed his neck drawing her hands down his back wrapping her arms around
his waist. "Close your eyes." She whispered, as she let go.

Spike complied, his smile increasing *so my little pet, wants too*
Before he could finish his thought, he was knocked into unconsciousness. The
only sounds that could heard in the alley were the metal clang of the
aluminum bat as it the ground and the soft thud made by the fallen vamp.

~~The Feather~~

The sensation of something lightly brushing his inner thigh, was the first
coherent thing Spike sensed when he regained consciousness. The second was
that he was blindfolded. *What the hell.* Only when the sensation moved
across his pelvic bone, did he realize the last two important things about
his current situation. First, his wrists were tied, with silk rope, to the
headboard of the bed. And the second, and probably most important, was he
wasn’t wearing any clothing. "What the bloody hell is going on?" He was
nearly shouting.

"Shh.." Was the only reply. Only when he felt the sensation brush across his
partially aroused member, did he know what the object was. A Feather. He
shifted uncomfortably, as the feather circled his tip. Causing him to become
fully erect. The feather continued delicately stroking his cock, in a
rhythmic motion, from tip to base. Spike began thrusting his hips in motion
with the feather. She laughed softly, as she pulled the feather away,
causing him to groan in frustration. He wound his hands around the silken
rope preparing to brake them.

As he was about to put a end to this whole twisted game of hers, he felt
warm lips gently kiss the tip of his swollen member. Her skilled tongue
outlining his tip before she took it in her mouth. She teased his balls, as
she took more of him in her mouth. She removed his cock from her mouth when she
felt him nearing climax. He growled, his face contorting in to vamp mode.
She straddled his hips, positioning his throbbing cock just outside her
hot, wet core. She leaned forward, moaning as her erect nipple buds brushing
against his chest. She then kissed his neck. She begin alternating between
kissing and nipping as she trailed her way up his neck, ignoring the
growling emanating from deep within his throat. She nipped his chin then
ran her tongue across his lips, as she removed his blindfold. Her eyes met
his, as she wiggled so that the very tip of his cock begin to enter her.

Then she just stopped and waited, he took this as his cue. He surged up
braking the ropes. With one hand he grabbed her hip thrusting her down on
his cock, causing her to shout in ecstasy. He wrapped the other in her hair
pulling her head back, baring her neck. He pumped viciously into her, as he
sensed her near climax. He grazed his fangs against the soft skin of her
neck, as he shallowly pierced her neck, she screamed out in climax, inducing
Spike’s own climax. He laid back exhausted, gasping for air he didn’t need.
She just sighed using Spike’s shoulder as a pillow. They both fell into a
deep sleep.

~~The Bewildered British Badboy~~

He watched the sleeping form of his lover, as he absently plays with a lock
of red hair. He lets go of her hair and cups her face rubbing his thumb
over her lips. "Luv?" He asks softly, trying to wake her up, but in a way
that would assure he wouldn’t get hurt. He tilted his head and brushed his
lips against hers. In a slightly louder voice. "It’s time to get up, Pet."
She just muttered something unintelligible and tried to bury her face in his
chest. He laughed, thinking of the one thing he knew would wake her up.
"Willow, if you don’t get up now your going to be late for school."

"What?" Willow’s eyes snapped open. She tried sitting up, but Spike wrapped
his arms around her pinning her to his chest. He just laughed harder,
nuzzling her hair.

"Sorry, luv. False alarm. It’s only Saturday." She struggled in his grasp,
yet he knew if he let her go now he would end up with even more bruises,
than he already had. *The one thing you never do is wake her before she gets
up naturally, unless you want too hurt.* He thought, remembering the early
days of their relationship when he had made that mistake quite by accident.
*And her friends wonder why she has to buy a new alarm clock every few
weeks.* When she stopped struggling he released his grip, she folded her
arms over his chest using them as a chin rest. She watched Spike, with that
*The first chance I get. I’m so going, hurt you.* Look in her eyes.

"Morning luv." Willow smiled sweetly, as she imitated Spike’s accent. "Did
you enjoy last night?"

"Some of it, pet. Some of it." He smiled wickedly. "One question though." He
looked around his bedroom. "How did I get from the ally to my apartment?"
his eyes met hers.

"Oh, that." She drummed her fingers on his chest. "I was simple really."
Her smile got bigger. "It wasn’t very difficult after I hit you over the
head with the bat."

"YOU HIT ME WITH, WHAT???"

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