If You Want Something Done Right,Do It Yourself

When You Need Something Done,Do It Yourself
A Buffy-verse PWP,set somewhere between seasons 4 and 5
Rated NC-17 for solo horny vampire antics and vivid daydreams
Self beta'ed so all mistakes are mine.
A/n:If there are any blatant mistakes PLEASE let me know.This is the first story I’ve written in about a year,and I wrote it during a bout of insomnia in between 3 and 5 in the morning.Have mercy on me ::grin::

Spike walked into his crypt and plopped down onto his chair.It had been a long night of demon slaying with Buffy,and towards the end he was feeling restless.He was still stinging from the slap that an off-colored remark made to the Slayer had garnished him.Yet that burst of pain and the burning after affects left him feeling horny as well.It just made his feelings for the Slayer that much deeper-and that much more unattainable.It was no secret that Buffy despised him,yet he could catch just the faintest hint of arousal everytime they went out patrolling.Killing the Hellmouth's finest-or worst,whichever way you looked at it-turned the Slayer on ,as it may have with every other Slayer before her.He vaguely remembered the Boxer Rebellion,the first slayer he killed,and the aroma of the exotic teas drifting from her as he sunk his fangs into her tender flesh.With Nicky Wood he only smelled fear,pure unadulterated terror,which turned him on incredibly.A tiny smile crept upon his face as he remembered the passionate sex he and Dru had after he conquered the slayer.It was animalistic,something he missed quite a bit now.Memories couldn’t feel him...fondle him...fuck him.

And here he was.All juiced up and no one to screw.

The slayer brought out all kinds of carnal feelings in Spike.It wasn't just her though;walking into the Magick Box brought forth an onslaught of delectable smells,some, surprisingly enough,coming from Xander.He always thought the whelp swung both ways,but unfortunately he was always a perfect gentleman whenever Spike was around.Hey,vampire-he took sex anyway he could get it.As for Willow and Tara,the connection between the two Wiccas was stronger than steel.While Red smelled like strawberries,her lover smelled like jasmine,reminding him of Darla.Spike fucked her behind Angelus’ back while he and Dru went out carousing.She was a willing partner but not passionate,which was understandable since she and Angelus were a couple of sorts.As he was thinking of Darla,his hand drifted to his crotch,the denim feeling rough against his member.Spike always went commando,better access in case anything came up,so to speak.His back arched up,and he moaned softly.Dammit,he thought,time to take matters into my own hands.

No puns intended,of course.

Spike stalked to his bed,stripping off his clothes the whole time.He grabbed a bottle of almond scented warming body oil and lay down in his bed.The black silk sheets felt cool against his semi-warm skin.He propped his head up on a few pillows and twisted the cap off the lube.He pooled a generous amount into the palm of his hand and slowly started to stroke his cock.The sensations were incredible,enhanced by the slayage and his trip to the Magick Box before the patrolling to crash a Scoobie meeting.In his mind,he pictured himself seducing Willow,inhaling the strawberry scent and tasting her sweet juices.He imagined being between her legs,his tongue buried deep inside her pussy.He squirmed as he imagined Tara watching,then joining in,rubbing his shoulders and reaching around to fist his dick.The scene dissolved to him peeking through Buffy’s bedroom as she fingered herself,and he had hopes that she was thinking of him as she touched her mound.He imagined her screaming out his name in pleasure.Fade to Xander,down on his knees and sucking off Spike as he’s never been sucked off before while Xander jerked himself off.He fantasized about Xander’s hot wet mouth,tightening up around Spike’s rod while he came.In reality,Spike was close to coming.Another image popped up into his brain:Oz carressing him oh so softly as he fucked-no-made love to Spike.Spike pumped himself while these visions all danced in his head.He tugged at his balls and tweaked his nipples as he groaned loudly.Once again his back arched up as he fucked the air,thinking now of the slayer riding him like a palomino.As Buffy came in his daydream,he came in real time,his orgasm hard and strong.He moaned loudly as his seed shot in a short spurt into the air,then landing on his stomach and sheets.The muscles in his ass and his back clenched and then relaxed with his release.As he came down,his unnecessary breathing regulated.He felt spent.It may have only been a fantasy,but his body felt like he had had sex with the five different people that starred in his dream.As he cleaned himself up and toweled off the sheets,he thought he caught the slightest hint of jasmine and strawberries.Spike dismissed it as wishful thinking and curled up into a ball to fall asleep.He dozed off,dreaming of his sexual escapades with the Scoobie gang.

And outside his crypt was the faintest of giggles and sighs...and light footsteps heading back to a dormroom.