Fueled Enchantment

Author: Nightmelody

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Rating: Nc-17

Episode: Post 'Something Blue'

Pairing: S/B

Summary: Buffy and Spike deal with the aftermath of Willow's 'My will be done' spell.

Disclaimer: BtVS doesn't belong to me, this is fan fiction for fun, not profit. Characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy



Fueled Enchantment

He hadn't slept in days. Weeks of days. He was so tired he could barely contain the demon as he
rushed through the cemetery toward Willies.


Bourbon and blood. Lots of bourbon. Human blood, ethouthough she liked him to drink pig's
blood. Tonight he would gorge himself on fine booze and blood and come daylight he would
sleep. Real sleep, none of the dream filled crap he'd had since that stupid spell.


Flashes of dreams, recurrent, constant, came to mind as he rushed toward Willies. Silken legs
around his back...wet and so, so tight, so hot, her cunny, clamped around him...


He'd felt it, with his finger, while they kissed on the couch, when the blind watcher was in the
kitchen. And she had welcomed his probing, grinding against him. And that whimper. God, how
could he forget that? Christ, the spell was over. Wasn't it?


The state of his pants told him it wasn't over.


On the way back from Willies his memory pulled him to other thoughts...her little titties, nipples
so hard...he'd peaked down her shirt, seen her lacy bra and then those small pink nipples, blind
Giles non the wiser. Now the sight was burned into his brain and filled his dreams until he was
tossing, awake and unsatisfied, on his bed.


And there she was. Fighting a clumsy fledgling not ten yards from his crypt. He had the worst
luck of any vampire he knew.


Except maybe the fledgling, who was now dust.


Another fledgling leapt out at her.


What the hell? It had her! He dropped his bag into the grass, and with a possessive roar rushed to
her aide.


His stupid demon counted Buffy as his, since that spell, even though he had tried to educate it.


He was going to rip that vamp part with his bare hands.


The stake in his shoulder was a surprise. Buffy managed to yank it out. Just as the vamp got a
taste of her, she dusted it.


They stood, staring at each other, both stanching their bleeding with their fingers.


"What the hell just happened here?" She asked, in her irritated, bitchy way. But underneath he
could hear her confusion.


"My crypt," he growled, grabbing her by the arm. She came, unresisting, pausing with him as he
picked up his sack.


He couldn't shake the demon, not with her blood present. It was all he could do not to sink his
fangs over the shallow gash the fledgling had managed and make his own claim.


She noticed his face when they got into the crypt. Thankfully she didn't noticed the rock in his
pants.


"Spike, shake off your face," She whined in her demanding way.


"Can't," he growled. "Your blood turns me on."


Shit! Why had he said that? Christ, he was just asking to be dusted! And she had a stake right in
her hand!


He flopped onto his couch, and rested his head in his hands, defeated. Stupid ass, he told his
demon.


And she had seen his pants-he saw where her eyes flicked.


"You want to bite me?"


"One bite." Did he sound like he was begging? "One bite, to cover that git's. One taste. Then I
can stop the bleeding. And shake it off."


"Would it hurt? Would you stop?"


Was she considering it? He nearly came in his pants at the thought.


"Wouldn't hurt. You'd feel pressure. Pleasure, too. Some kind of vampire survival thing, makes it
pleasant for girls. And I'd stop. Don't want you dead. The demon doesn't want you dead."


"Why not?" she sank down next to him on the couch. He could feel her thundering heart rate,
smell her arousal. His mouth watered.


"Cuz the demon wants to fuck you over and over. With you...participating. Can't do that if you're
dead." Well, bloody hell, he was blurting again. Must be the lack of sleep. He scowled at his feet.


"Could if you turned me." Christ, she almost sounded-flirtatious! Not that he would know how
the slayer flirted.


He shifted, uncomfortable. "Wouldn't be the same. He- I- want your...heat. A taste of your
cream, taste of your blood. That would all be gone if you got turned."


"My cream? What are you talking about? And why do you call the demon he? Isn't he you?"


"Yeah, he's me, but I can tell when the motivation is his." He calmed down a little, was able to
shake off his face. Easier to catch flies with honey, after all.


He rolled toward her, and pinned her to the couch. "Cream is down here." He slid his cool hand
right onto her mound. "Almost as good as blood."


She jumped, her eyes widening at his touch. But she didn't push him away.


Just a taste, he thought, his brain pretty much not functional. His cool tongue found her neck, and
he gently licked away the blood, and applied pressure to stop its flow.


It loosened his tongue even more. Between licks he confessed like a felon. "God, Buffy, I can't
sleep, thinking of you. Why couldn't that spell have lasted long enough for me to have you? You
wanted it-me -too. It would have been so good. God, I hate magic... Still would be so good.
Maybe I'm still enchanted. God, I want to be in you. Come in you. Taste every part of you. Will
you? Come on. I'll make it soo good. You've never felt anything like what I can do..."


She whimpered. Her hands clutched his shirt, and pulled it off. "Can't sleep, either. Dreams, all
the time, about you. Touching...Still enchanted...yes..." her lips found his.


He gathered her into his arms and took her down to his bedroom, where one candle burned in a
glass bowl. He lit others, and then turned to her.


"You can still leave."


"Gile's books say vampire sex is all about pain and domination," she whispered. She had read
every thing she could find on the subject, these past weeks..


He tipped her face up, looked deep into her eyes. "This will only be about pleasure. I promise. I
don't want to hurt you, my demon doesn't want to hurt you."


She locked her eyes to his, nodding, yes.


Slowly he reached for her tank top, looking into her eyes as he did. She was braless. He pants
were the knit zipless variety, soon off.


Spike ran one hand up and down her abdomen, resting his head against her forehead, just gazing.


"You're so beautiful, so perfect," he whispered, his voice shaky. "I know this, between us, is
insane. But how can I resist? How can I not want you?"


Buffy's small hands slid down his chest, noticing his wound was shallow and already healing,
feeling each muscle jump as she touched. She found his jeans, pulled them down, knelt before him
to undo his boot laces, making him groan.


Boots off, she looked up at him to find his blue gaze locked on her mouth.


"A taste," she whispered. He was so beautiful, how could she resist? Her tongue stroked up his
shaft, making him jump and groan. She ran her tongue over his silky tip, lapping up the tiny drop
of moisture there.


"Enough," He pulled her up and onto the bed, landing half on top of her, his lips crushing onto
hers. "In you. Gotta be in you."


"Yes," she whispered, threading her hands through his hair, circling her legs around him.


"Must be magic," he whispered against her lips, shivering. "Never been this good before." His
shaft glided in her slickness, pushing against her clit, his lips finding her pink tips, devouring her.


He slid down her body, raised her legs over his shoulders, found the sweet cream he longed for.


She moaned and ground her wetness against him, and his demon emerged in a rush. "Can't stop
myself," he growled. And he continued to devour her, until she came with a scream, hands tight in
his hair.


He crawled up her body, back in human face, and entered her, shaking with desire.


"You...you gave me pleasure, as a demon,"she gasped.


"Only pleasure for you, my sweetest girl. All I want, all of me."


She sobbed with the intensity of the fullness that stretched her, that stroked nerve endings she
didn't know she had. Soon shs cls clenching her inner muscles around him in an intimate caress,
making him cry out. She tilted her head, offering her throat.


"You can have the bite. Cover over that icky one," she whispered.


He was on her neck in a second, his needle sharp fangs sliding in just the right place. Her elixir
flowed into his mouth, making him giddy, drunk, exhilarated..


It was like lightening, in her whole body, a bolt of incredible pleasure. She came so hard she
nearly passed out, and he followed her, pounding, growling against her neck, wild with delight.


A moment passed. He raised his head and looked in her eyes, his own glazed with tears. "We've
just fueled the enchantment." he whispered. "There is no way I won't want this, every day, and
every night, forever."


"Oh, God," Buffy felt tears sliding down her face. "You're right. My friends will--"


"--kill me. Yeah." He rolled off her, out of her, and she clutched him back to her, slayer's arms
tight around him.


"It's worse than that. While I was reading Gile's books? About vampire sex? I ran across a story
about a slayer. In 1390. She had a vampire lover. The watchers burned her at the stake. And in
1703, another slayer had a vampire...friend, I guess. They apparently hadn't done.. what we've
done. Her watcher wouldn't kill her. So the council sent a group of assassins, who killed all three
of them. Both those slayers-they were like me, they lived past their eighteenth birthday."


"I might as well get staked, if I can't have you..." He traced the curve of her lips with his finger.
"Some stupid fledgling will take me out anyway, what with the lack of sleep and all. Or I'll fall on
a fence post, being distracted."


"Yeah, me, too. The no sleeping thing..."


"Almost got you killed tonight, didn't it?"


"Yeah."


They were silent for a long moment, enjoying the feel of each others flesh, hands gently stroking.


"What if we met in secret, once a week?" Buffy asked.


Spike looked at her in shocked delight.


"How would we keep it a secret, luv? Some one would see you coming into my crypt, sooner or
later."


"We could meet in ael. el. A different one every week. One night, like every Monday."


"You think that would work?" his eye were alight with hope.


"At least we'll have once a week. It would be better than nothing. Better than dying."


"Better than nothing." He whispered, "Lots better. I could learn to live for Mondays."


" We could register as Mr. And Mrs.--"


"--Williams." He begassinssing her.


"But the biting-it can't be where anyone can see it."


His finger rubbed against her soft breast. " I can switch to this location."


"Yeah, there," Buffy agreed, her voice husky. "Lets try it out.


"They'll never know."


"Never guess."


Their lips fused together in a deep kiss.


The End