Doomed

“That’s right, I’m back and I’m a bloody animal, yeah!” Spike roared as he revelled in the release he felt, the violence coursing through his body.

He growled as he grabbed hold of the vahrall demon and held him high above his head.

“No!” Xander yelled.

“Spike, not in the hole!” Willow shouted at him.

Looking around he saw Buffy choking as her vahrall demon grasped her tight around the throat. In a moment of blind rage over seeing a demon get the better of the Slayer, he threw his demon at the other one, knocking him away from Buffy.

She looked down at the two demons on the floor as she rubbed her throat and then looked up at her saviour. Her eyes widened with shock as she saw Spike breathing heavily as she stalked towards her, his face in vampire guise and a grin working its way across his face as he bent over and snapped the demons necks with ease.

“No need to thank me…” He smirked and sighed, slipping back into human guise as a pleased feeling ran through him--god he’d missed killing things.

Buffy just stared at him, her mouth hung open as she blinked with disbelief. Of all the people who could’ve saved her he was the last one she’d been expecting, after the day she’d had with Riley and the impending apocalypse she wondered if things could get any crazier.

Looking down at the demons and then back up into Spike’s eyes she frowned as her stomach swirled, her lips pouting as she tried to rearrange her world into some semblance of order.

Walking past him, she started up the steps and paused for a moment to watch Willow and Xander picking up the artefacts left by the demons. Her heart skipped a beat as she found Spike was watching her, his expression soft as he tilted his head to one side.

“You alright, Slayer?”

Buffy cast her eyes to the floor as she thought about it, her chance with Riley was fast becoming non-existent, her speech to him earlier had only hit home just how foolish she was being by thinking she could lead a normal life. She was the Slayer, it wasn’t something she chose, it was just who she was and the quicker she accepted it fully the better her life would be. Raising her eyes up to meet her unwitting vampire hero she sighed, noticing his confusion bought on by the fact she was acting nice towards him for once.

“I will be.” She gave him a small smile and then continued down the hall.


Spike was restless, having discovered his ability to kill demons he now wanted to make up for lost time. His confusion over the emotions Buffy had shown shortly after he’d saved her was still reigning within him. A spot of violence was needed to rid him of it.

He arched a brow at Xander and Willow as they sat on the couch together and then turned to face the TV they had been watching.

“What’s this? Sitting around watching the telly while there’s evil still afoot? It’s not very industrious of you.” He rolled his eyes and switched the TV off before turning to face them.

“I say we go out there and kick and little demon arse! What, can’t go without your Buffy, is that it? Too chicken?” He frowned as Xander pointed to the TV dumbly. “Let’s find her. She is the chosen one, after all.” He threw his hands in the air as he felt he was losing their interest. “Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let’s annihilate them. For justice and for…the safety of puppies and Christmas, right? Let’s fight that evil! Let’s kill something!”

Spike frowned at them.

“Oh, come on.”


He muttered as he stalked through the cemetery, still angry at the two scoobies for being so unwilling to come on patrol and still angry with himself for his thoughts of the Slayer.

Hearing a series of grunts and the sounds of something hitting the deck up ahead, he quickened his pace, hoping to find something to fight.

Rounding the corner he found himself smiling as he watched her fighting the vampire, her moves fluid but deadly, accurate as always. She punched her foe hard in the stomach and then across the face before sweeping around with a high kick to the head, causing the vampire to fall to the floor.


Buffy clenched her jaw tight as she pummelled the vampire, taking out the stresses of the day on her unwitting punch bag and not giving him a second to manoeuvre out of her range. All she could think about was how out of everyone, it had been Spike who had come to her rescue, Spike who had been strong enough to protect her, Spike with the caring words when she’d look pained.

She choked as the vampire hit her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and causing her to stumble backwards. As she was hit around the face, she realised that her concentration was dangerously lacking. Bringing her arms up to defend herself, she struggled against the onslaught as the vampire threw punch after kick after punch at her. Just as she had got herself regrouped she found herself thrown to the floor and opened her eyes to see the vampire bursting into flames.

Buffy blinked as she watched the dust rain down, the feeling of someone on top of her bringing her swiftly back to reality. Looking up, her eyes widened as she saw Spike smiling at her--his hideous Hawaiian shirt now gone and replaced with his black t-shirt and duster. She felt her heartbeat accelerate as his eyes met hers.


Spike chuckled as they hit the floor together, the weight of his body pressing hers into the soft dewy grass. Looking down at her he stopped breathing the second he met her eyes, they were large and round in the moonlight, watching him closely as he pinned her.

Swallowing hard he fought to breathe, all functions seemed to be lost to him as he remained lost in her eyes. Subconsciously wetting his lips, he dropped his gaze to her mouth and his brows knit into a frown as he dipped his head towards hers and then paused, unsure of what he was doing.

Her body sung to him of delights yet unknown, of things that they could do for each other, with each other. Closing his eyes as his frown hardened he tilted his head to one side and crushed her lips under a bruising kiss. His whole being hummed in response as she lifted her head off the ground, matching the ferocity of his kiss as she licked and sucked on his lower lip.

Buffy couldn’t stop herself, it was like his kiss had unleashed some primal urge in her and she had to let it play out its course, it was beyond her control. She kissed him hard, messily, her breaths no more than sharp ragged noises as she tried desperately to get out all the passion she was feeling, as though it would poison her if she kept it inside any longer.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled her head as far away from him as she could and raised her hand to slap him, her subconscious wanting to blame him for what she’d done.

Spike chuckled and grabbed her wrist before she had a chance to hit him. Pinning it hard against the ground he caught her other one and restrained it in case she got an idea about hitting him again. He cocked his head to one side as he looked down at her, her chest heaving as she fought for air, her eyes betraying her true feelings about the situation she’d found herself in. He smiled at the sight of them, lust and desire clearly evident in her green orbs.

Dipping his head, he brushed his lips against hers, teasing her with them and trying to stifle his desire to chuckle as she raised her head off the ground again, desperate for more contact between them. Smashing his mouth against hers he was taken by surprise as she forced his teeth apart with her tongue, the warmth of it in his mouth was incredible and he couldn’t stop his own tongue coming forwards to battle against hers.

She moaned.

Spike rolled his eyes closed at the sweet sound.

The next thing he knew he was flying backwards and landing with a jolting thud on the damp grass.

Spike opened his eyes to see the Slayer above him, straddling his waist as she pressed her stake against his sternum. He frowned as he looked into her eyes, his hands raised either side of his body in an act of surrender. He could see the conflict in her, could feel her hand trembling as she struggled to hold the stake steady and watched her swallow hard.

“Buffy…” Spike half smiled up at her, his nerves causing his voice to sound unsteady, almost scared.

Buffy breathed heavily as she looked down at him as though she’d only just realised what she was doing, she let go of her stake as her eyes widened in horror--she was going to kill him, for what? Because she didn’t like the feelings he gave her deep inside, didn’t like the way he could seemingly give her everything she needed, everything she knew Riley couldn’t.

Getting swiftly to her feet she bolted across the grass, not caring where she was going or about the fact she had left her only weapon behind.

“Buffy!” Spike raised himself up onto his elbows and frowned at her as she ran away.

He growled as he grabbed hold of her stake and leapt to his feet, slipping into game face in order to make it easier hunt her down. He couldn’t let her run away, had to make her face her demons, had to make her face him.


Buffy slowed as she neared the centre of the cemetery and then went to scream as she was spun on the spot and rammed hard against the crypt wall behind her. Her eyes rolled backwards as his cool lips closed over hers again, his fingers grasping her upper arms tightly and she ached inside as he pressed her harder against the stone wall. This was what she needed, someone strong enough for her, someone who could match her in every aspect, someone like him.

She frowned as she thought about that, Spike, her enemy for all these years was kissing her, kissing her softly she realised as she came back to the world and out of her thoughts. She sighed out of her nose as she savoured the way he was making her feel, the way his grip on her had relaxed at the same time she had and how her skin buzzed to have him closer.

“Mmmph…” Buffy tried to speak.

Spike pulled back, breathing heavily as he met her eyes. She couldn’t help noticing the child like eagerness in them as he blinked at her, the way he so desperately wanted to please her showing clearly in them. She caved, her protest never leaving her lips.

“Forget it.” Buffy smiled and tugged his mouth back down against hers, her fingers weaving into his hair as she held him to her.

He smiled against her mouth as she kissed him hungrily, her teeth clashing with his as their tongues fought for dominance. Grabbing her around the waist he scooped her up into his arms and kicked the crypt door open, carrying her down the steps and over to the sarcophagus.

Buffy let her head roll backwards as she was cradled safely in his arms, she didn’t bother checking him as he eyed her neck, didn’t bother covering it up, just quietly enjoyed the thrill it gave her, the glimmer of danger that flashed in his eyes and made her stomach spin and heat through.

Gasping as he placed her down on the cold stone slab, she bit her lip as he removed his duster and leapt up onto it next to her, lying down and letting his body rest softly against hers.

She watched his gaze follow her fingers as she ran them softly down his chest, feeling the taut muscles hidden underneath the tight black material. Feeling suddenly impatient, she tugged on the hem of it, pulling it up and exposing the smooth alabaster skin of his stomach to her eyes. Buffy let out a small sigh in appreciation as he removed his t-shirt, her eyes moved slowly over his torso and took in every peak and curve of his body.

Spike blinked slowly as he felt her eyes lingering on his chest, her green orbs full of fascination and desire. Leaning over her, he gradually slid her top up and she mewled as her back came into contact with the cold stone beneath her.

Hopping down from the sarcophagus, he grabbed his duster and laid it out next to her. When she smiled and moved onto it he swore his heart skipped a beat--he’d never seen such a tentative, sweet smile in all his life.

Jumping up next to her, he lay down again and smiled as she locked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and causing him to sigh as their exposed stomachs touched. Her heat was incredible, it radiated through him, making his skin buzz and ache.

Spike growled and pinned her wrists to their makeshift bed as he lay on top of her, his hips finding their home between her legs. He grinned wickedly as she spread her legs further apart for him, allowing him access to her. He could feel the heat seeping though her panties as he pressed into her, grinding his denim caged hard on against her and rolling his eyes back with pleasure.

Buffy rubbed against him as he ground into her, her thighs ached to have him so close but still not close enough. Furrowing her brows, she pouted up at him and watched his grin widen.

“Pouty…” Spike smiled down at her and then reclaimed her lips with his own.

She frowned at the memory of their magical engagement and told herself that this was real, the feelings she had for him had always been there from the second they’d met. Closing her eyes again she bucked her hips against his and smiled wickedly as he moaned into her mouth.

Her fingers working down his back, she scraped her nails against his skin as he kissed her and delighted in the way he moaned. When she reached his belt, she let her hands slip around his thighs and sucked her stomach in, allowing herself access to his stomach and his belt buckle. She continued to kiss him as she hastily undid the buckle and then popped each button of his jeans, sliding her hand in and running it up the length of his smooth shaft. It felt silky under her fingers, not cold but not hot either, just warm, temptingly warm.

Spike growled against her lips as her hot hand encased his cock, her fingers working their way up its length and her thumb brushing against its head. He frowned in pleasure and pinned her harder to the stone slab, trapping her hand between his cock and her stomach at the same time and grinding into it.

Buffy mewled and pulled her hand away, letting him press his length into her stomach. Skimming her hands down, her thighs she hitched her skirt up and tugged at the sides of her panties. As Spike realised what she was up to he moved backwards, kneeling before her as she removed her underwear in front of him. He grinned as she flung the offending garment to the floor and then ran her hands sensuously up her legs, skimming her inner thighs with her fingertips as she parted them again for him.

Tentatively reaching a hand out, he coursed it over her golden curls and then slipped one finger into her velvety folds. He smiled slightly as he found them wet for him, their heat warming his fingers as he slid them downwards towards her core.

Pushing one long finger up inside her, he sighed out at the same time she did, the feeling of her muscles contracting around him making him want to cum. She was so deliciously tight and hot, so wet for him and so full of desire as she gazed at him with hooded eyes.

“Spike…” Buffy mewled as he pushed two fingers deep up inside her and arched a brow, his pleasure over her reaction obvious as his cock bobbed in response to her moaning.

Pulling his fingers out of her he sucked them clean with a wicked grin and listened to Buffy moan again as she watched him. Not wanting to delay being inside her any longer he pushed his jeans down past his knees and moved above her again, pinning her with his body as he pressed his erection against her pussy.

She grasped his backside as he ground into her, holding his body tight against hers and forcing him to push down harder. Spike growled and crushed her lips under his, kissing her roughly as she raised her hips up, pressing against him and making it clear that she needed him.

“Please…” Buffy moaned against his mouth and surrendered to her desire to have him, she’d grown tired of fighting against the attraction they’d felt all those years, now she wanted to know what she’d been missing out on.

Pulling his hips free of her grasp, he held himself at her entrance, seemingly poised on the edge of heaven itself and suddenly nervous about what he was going to do. Looking down at her he frowned, searching her eyes for some sign there was something behind her actions other than just lust and cursing himself for wanting there to be.

Buffy blinked as he looked deep into her eyes, his blue ones seemed suddenly different, no longer confident but boyish and soft as he looked at her. Reaching her hand up she cupped his cheek gently and smiled warmly before craning her neck to kiss him, wanting to reassure him that it was okay.

He sighed out through his nose and closed his eyes as she kissed him tenderly, affectionately, her soft round lips barely touching his. With a small frown, he plunged into her, listening to her moan below him as he filled her up, his hips meeting hers as he buried himself to the hilt.

Pulling back and thrusting into her again he grinned wickedly as her eyes shot open, her pupils wide with desire as she looked up at him, her fingers grasping his shoulders tightly.

Raising her hips up she smiled back at him as he curled his hips to meet hers, causing the tip of his cock to strike deep within her--the feeling it gave her was exquisite, a small shockwave of delight that coursed through her body like a miniature orgasm.

Arching her back, she frowned as she closed her eyes again, feeling him starting to move faster, harder inside her as they both struggled towards release. She bit her lip hard as she suppressed the desire to moan, fearing that someone would hear them and then remembering where they were.

She was about to open her mouth to moan when his cool lips pressed back against hers, his mouth swallowing her mewling and his tongue forcing its way hard into her mouth. Grasping his shoulder with one hand and flinging the other arm around his neck, she pulled him down against her, bucking her hips up at the same time.

Spike moaned and quickened the pace, her could feel her muscles tensing around him each time he thrust into her, her body aching for release as much as his was. Curling his hips with each long stroke he kissed her hard, trying to spill out into her as much of the feelings he was experiencing as possible, all the lust, desire and passion that she inspired in him. He growled as her fingernails dug into his skin, frowned at the way the pain seemed to heighten his feelings and his mind dove down the path that presented itself--pain, fangs, blood, release.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled back and stared deep into her eyes as he slowed down his movements, giving her long slow strokes with his cock as he thought about the opportunity he had.

Buffy blinked up at him, his eyes suddenly cold and clinical as he looked into hers. She cocked her head to one side, what they were doing seemed to drop away, fade, and all she was left with was a sudden desire to ask him what he was thinking.

Spike didn’t even realise he’d stopped moving.

He was just staring at her.

Reading her eyes.

Searching.

Wanting to find something.

A sign.

A tiny glimmer that she’d say yes to the question that was begging to be allowed to leave his lips.

“Spike?” Buffy frowned and watched him blink on hearing his name, seemingly snapping out of his trance.

He looked down at her and noticed at last that he was just lying on top of her, staring into her eyes with his cock buried deep inside her.

“Buffy…” Spike momentarily let his eyes slip to her neck and when he bought them back to meet her eyes he knew she’d figured out what he wanted.

Trembling inside and not quite sure why she was about to let this happen she drew her hair away from her neck with a shaky hand, exposing the scar that resided there. He frowned on seeing it and she bit her lip, some part of her wanted to apologise, to say sorry for choosing that side to give to him and the other part wanted to tell him it was okay, she didn’t want to be marked by Angel anymore, he was helping her move on by doing this.

Spike stared at the mark on her neck and snarled, thrusting deep inside her and watching her roll her eyes closed as her back arched.

Buffy locked her hands around his neck and bought him down to her, she knew he couldn’t hurt her, he had to be gentle in order to stop the chip from firing and she had to make it clear she wanted him to do it.

Sliding into game face he quickened the pace of his thrusts as his lips neared her neck, he could feel her heart racing, pounding hard against her chest and causing her jugular to throb invitingly.

Grasping hold of her wrists, he pinned them to the sarcophagus as he pounded into her, his teeth scraping the surface of her neck as he inhaled her sweet scent. Closing his eyes, he gently wrapped his lips around her throat and let his teeth slice into her skin.

“Mmm Spike…” Buffy moaned--the feeling of him biting her was divine, a sharp cold sensation followed by a flood of warmth and desire.

He gripped her wrists tighter as the first tang of metallic touched the tip of his tongue. Blood, human blood, it had been too long since he’d tasted it, it seemed like an eternity. The strength of it caused him to moan, the potent pleasure of Slayer blood heightened into a heavenly feeling by being inside her heated depths at the same time. As the first of it hit the back of his throat he growled low and thrust his cock deep inside her, pulling harder on her blood as he came, driven on by the feeling of her thighs quivering against his and her muscles clenching him as she neared release.

Buffy bit her lip hard as the tight feeling inside her evaporated, sending out warmth in all directions and making her body hum. She smiled lazily as a feeling of sedation spread through her, the rhythmic pulsing of his cock the only movement between the two. Coming down from her temporary high she cradled him to her and let her cheek rest against his, he was drinking slowly, just lapping the blood as it flowed from her body.

As Spike licked her neck one last time, he wrapped his arms about her waist and rolled over onto his back, pulling her and his duster with him so she lay stretched out on top of his body with his coat as a makeshift blanket. He smiled and narrowed his eyes on hers as she grinned at him like a Cheshire cat, her eyes heavy with tranquillity.

“Comfy?” He grinned as his fingers traced patterns on the small of her back.

She looked around the crypt, the moonlight filtering in through the dirty windows its only source of illumination.

“As comfy as you can get in a crypt.” She smiled and pressed small kisses against his chest.

Spike smiled winsomely as a thought crossed his mind.

“Oh, I think I can do something with the place.”

Buffy just giggled--there was an air of relief in his voice that he may have found somewhere nicer than Xander’s basement to live in. She let her head rest against his chest as she ran her fingers in circles on his cool skin.

“Why did you come after me?”

“You dropped your stake.” Spike answered bluntly and smiled when she giggled.

“So when do we move you in?” Buffy nuzzled his chest.

“How about now?”

“So when do we get to christen the place?” Buffy raised her head up and wriggled her brows.

Spike let a low growl rumble through him and watched her smile as it echoed through her.

“How about now?” He purred up at her and tugged her head down, kissing her passionately.

“Mmm…” Buffy moaned into his mouth and ground her hips down against his hard on. “Now is of the good…”


Riley tapped the tracker against the palm of his hand, it blipped at him again and he frowned. He’d been going around in circles all night trying to find the location of the demons he’d been hunting. The pheromones in the cemetery had made his tracker go off the scale. Looking up at the crypt, he shrugged and walked around the side of it, ducking low as he peered in through the window.

As he squinted into the crypt, he dropped his tracker. There, naked on a tomb was Buffy, her head flung back as she rode the vampire below her--no other than hostile 17. He held his stomach tight as her low moaned words crept through the broken glass of the window and out into the night air.

“Oh…Spike…you are the big bad…”

~*~ End ~*~

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