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Summary: His godfather’s new stepdaughter has finally pushed William past the bounds of self-control, but is Buffy ready for the things his alter-ego, Spike, wants to teach her?
Author's Notes: Written for Spuffy Fantasy’s 2007-2008 Art-to-Fic Challenge. Story inspired by banner #1 created by peroxide_dreams. She wanted a younger Buffy with an older Spike, hot and angsty, with an nc-17 rating. I hope I delivered that. Thank you to dusty273 for the beta! This Story deals with an underage character (16) engaging in sex with an adult.
Buffy Summers waited until her mother and stepfather went out the front
door before calling out to their new houseguest, William, as he
hurriedly trotted up the stairs toward his bedroom. After a tense
wordless moment, he stopped, twisting on the landing between floors,
his crystal blue eyes guarded and mildly questioning. When she didn’t
provide him with any answers, he sighed, lifting one forearm to rest
along the ceiling divider while his free hand kept hold of the suit
coat jacket he’d worn to work that morning.
“What is it this time, pet?” he asked arching an eyebrow. “As you can pro’ly tell for yourself, ‘m a bit knackered t’night. Not really up for a heart to heart with the li’l sis jus’ now, yeah?”
Buffy frowned, dropping the TV remote onto the coffee table in front of her. “I’m not your little sister,” she snapped. “You’re my step dad’s godson, big difference there and … what are you so tired for anyway? You only worked half a day today.”
“Busy half day, though. Which you might know somethin’ about if you actually got out and got a job yourself,” he said pointedly, narrowing his eyes on her face. “Wouldn’ hurt you to work for those expensive girlie things you’re so fond of buyin’, would it? Your mum won’ be around to support you forever, love. Gonna have to be a big girl and do it yourself someday.”
She rolled her eyes at him. She was sixteen not thirty-two! God. He acted like she couldn’t handle having a job or something. That wasn’t the case at all. “You know my mom doesn’t want me to work while I’m going to school. She’d rather I concentrate on my homework and I do that, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, in between the parties and the boys and the shoppin’ and the cheerin’ and the… what was that other thing you were into last week? Tennis lessons of some kind?”
Buffy smirked. “I wasn’t the one who needed the lessons, if that’s what you’re not so subtly trying to suggest, moron. I was the one doing the teaching, which you would know if you weren’t so busy trying to ignore me all the time. And hey, by the way, why are you ignoring me so much anyway?” Her smile widened as his arm lowered back to his sides, his hand clenching and unclenching at his waist.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said nodding, placing a finger beneath her chin, watching his eyes light up with frustration. “You’ve been ignoring me because you walked in on me coming out of the shower, all naked and wet and… trembling from my recent orgasm.”
“I wouldn’ have walked in on you if you hadn’ been stupid enough to leave the bloody door unlocked now, would I?” He shook his head. “I don’ know what kind of game you think you’re playin’ with me, li’l girl, but it stops t’night. Whatever is goin’ through that thick head of yours isn’ goin’ to happen, no matter how many soddin’ times you throw yourself at me.”
Throw herself at him? She’d never thrown herself at him; she never had to. “Please. Would you contemplate getting over yourself for a second? You aren’t God’s gift, you know. And besides, you’re like… old, way old. Too old for me, for sure. It’d be like fucking Sean Connery or something, although now that I think about it, I wouldn’t really be opposed to that one. He’s hot for an old guy.”
“’M warnin’ you, Buffy. Shut that bloody gob of yours right now.”
“Or what?” she challenged lowering a hand to the hem of her dress, slowly easing it up her thighs, keeping her eyes trained on his face as she headed dangerously close to her panty lines. “What are you going to do to me, Spike? Gonna punish me? Gonna spank my little arse until it’s black and blue? Gonna make me beg you to stop and make it all better? Make me come on your tongue while you kiss all those little aches and pains away?”
His blue eyes flashed in warning, his long fingers curling around the banister tight enough to crack the wood beneath his palms, his jacket falling unforgotten to the floor. “You’re playin’ with fire, kitten. Best step back from the flames before you get that body and mouth of yours burned.”
“Burn me, baby. I can take it.” She tilted her head, studying him with a smile. “Can you take it, Spike? Can you handle little ole me writing beneath you, screaming out your name?”
“That isn’ my name, pet. Hasn’ been for a long time now.”
Her grin widened. “That’s not what I heard. Drusilla told me all about you, Spike. Don’t you remember? We had a nice long chat the day before she cheated on you with your roommate. Told me all about how you earned your nickname from her.”
Hurt flickered inside his eyes before disappearing behind a wall of stone again. “’S late; ‘m tired. Go to bed and put those fantasies of yours to rest. What you want isn’ gonna happen tonight or any other night, regardless of how many times you beg me for it.”
“I haven’t begged you yet, Spike. But I can if you like? I can get on my hands and knees and beg you to let me take care of you. Let me take you into my mouth, licking and sucking and swallowing all around you, until you start to beg me to make it better.”
Spike smirked. “I don’ beg, sweetheart.”
“You would to me.”
He sighed again, shaking his head. “You know for someone so young, you sure as hell have a lot of bleedin’ confidence. Get that from your precious Angel, did you?”
Her smile faded. “Shut up. Don’t you dare mention him to me. You know how much I hate him.”
“I do, but why is that, Buffy? You never did really explain it.” He looked at her sideways, searching her eyes as if they alone could tell him what he wanted to know; she could’ve told him they couldn’t. “Did I hit a nerve, love? Did the wanker toss you aside for a classier bird? Wouldn’ say as I’d blame him. No bloke stays with an easy lay for long.”
Buffy looked away. “Thought you said you were tired and going to bed,” she commented dryly, letting go of her dress and sliding her feet back out from underneath her. “That was like ten minutes ago.” She moved her gaze back to him. “What are you still doing down here?”
* FIN *
Good question, that. Be even better if he had a bloody answer for it, wouldn’t it? But of course, like always, the intrepid girl had rendered his brain mute.
So many contradictions, his Buffy had. Each of them intrigued him on a whole new level of playing field and it was getting harder and harder for him to deny his attraction to her, especially when she showed her true self in rare moments like this. Moments when she actually appeared to feel something real, something more than typical teenage resentment for those around her.
It was moments like this that got to him the most. When she opened herself up and let him see another side of her, a side that he couldn’t help but want to console. The sexual chemistry between them might be forbidden, but the deep feelings underlying it were not to be denied.
“I’m sorry,” he told her softly, heading down the stairs and back into the living room. He yanked his tie from around his neck and thrust it onto one arm of the couch. “I can be a right git sometimes. I’m the adult and I know I don’ always act like it around you. I shouldna said what I said. Wasn’ my bloody place to throw stones.”
She shook her head, wiping the silent tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I started it with what I said about… well, you know. I’m the one who should apologize.”
William laughed. “As long as I’ve known you, love, you’ve never once apologized to me for anythin’. I don’ expect you to start now.”
“You haven’t known me that long. Only two months.”
Was that all? Seemed longer somehow. “Right. Met for the first time at the wedding, didn’ we?”
Buffy nodded, bringing her legs back up onto the couch, this time bending them to the front and side of her, keeping her dress firmly across her thighs.
He wasn’t sure he could fight temptation if he was close enough to touch its spark.
If only she was older, more prepared for the things he wanted to do with her, show her. But she wasn’t and until she was, he had to keep his hands to himself. Wouldn’t do either of them any good if he went to jail for something they could have waited a couple of more years to explore.
Except it wasn’t really in his nature to wait for things. His own youth had been brash and rebellious, too. His exploits with some of the women in town were legendary and he’d more than earned the moniker Drusilla gave him back in high school.
But this wasn’t high school, at least not his high school, and Buffy wasn’t Dru, which was a bloody good thing considering how badly that relationship had soured.
William still hated that he’d been stupid enough to take Drusilla back again, having thought for sure he’d learned his lessons about her duplicity back in college. He supposed if he hadn’t been trying to ease his loneliness and forget his attraction to Buffy, he wouldn’t have taken her back.
Yet if he hadn’t, he might’ve done something really stupid before catching sight of his ex at his godfather’s wedding to Buffy’s mom. If Dru and her friend, Darla, hadn’t picked the perfect moment to tell him of Buffy’s real age, he would’ve gladly buried his cock inside her before she even remembered to ask him for his name.
Thank God it hadn’t gone that far. The stolen kisses outside the groomsmen’s room alone were enough to scar his bloody brain for life, especially considering he couldn’t seem to forget them now.
He sighed, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, draping an arm across the back, taking care not to get too close to her bare shoulder. “How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that?” he asked narrowing his eyes on her face. “You know I hate it, pet. It’s just a silly nickname from high school, one I outgrew years ago.”
“I like it, though,” she said smiling at him. “It makes you seem all tough and edgy, dangerous even.”
Dangerous. That couldn’t be a good term for her to latch on to. Least not when she had a soddin’ dare in her eyes. “Buffy… whatever it is you’re thinkin’, love, you need to bloody stop thinkin’ it now. ‘M not goin’ there with you. Not ever again.”
“But it was so good the first time, Spike. How you kissed me. Fondled me. God, do you even know how wet I was for you that night? I was soaking myself the whole way down the aisle, thinking of you, of your hands on me, your lips against my ear, that deep sexy voice whispering all the things you wanted to do to me, share with me.”
Christ. The things she said to him!
He got up from the couch, putting distance back between them. “That was before I soddin’ knew who the bloody hell you were, pet. And it sure as bleedin’ hell was before I found out how old you are.”
“Why does my age matter so much to you? It’s just a number, Spike. It isn’t like you’d be my first.”
William twisted back to face her. “Would I be the second, Buffy? Or even the third? How many guys back would I be if I took you to bed? Do you even know?”
“Is that really what you think of me?” she gasped. “That I’d spread my legs for any guy that looked my way?” She shook her head, jumping up from the couch and brushing past him; he caught her arm, spinning her around to face him.
“You didn’t answer my question, love. How many guys back would I be?”
“One,” she ground out, anger and hurt warring for a spot in her hazel eyes. “I’ve been with exactly one guy, the rest were all rumors and wishful thinking—on their parts, not mine. But I bet you can’t say the same thing about the girls you’ve been with, can you, Spike? Can you look me in the eye and tell me they were just rumors and innuendos?”
He let her go. “No, but then, I’m not the sixteen year old here, am I, pet?”
“Fuck you,” she hissed glaring at him. “I don’t need this shit. I can get any guy I want. And if you aren’t willing to face whatever it is going on between us then maybe it’s time I found someone who is.” She turned and bound up the stairs, her parting shot giving him no time at all to prepare for the blind rage that filled his vision.
He caught up with her just inside her bedroom door and would’ve laughed at the shock on her face if he hadn’t been so caught up in his desire to kiss her bloody senseless.
Find someone else to fuck, would she? Not even on his soddin’ deathbed would he ever allow that to happen. This li’l girl was his, dammit, and he’d bleedin’ well prove it to her right now.
Moving his hands to the back of her thighs, he hitched her up, helping her to lock her legs around his waist. When she did, ankles crossing alongside his lower back, he cupped her buttocks with his palms, kicking the door shut behind him with one foot and carrying them both forward, tumbling them over onto her unmade bed.
“Nobody touches this hot li’l body but me,” he growled against the column of her throat. “If you’re achin’ to get fucked, it’ll bloody well be by me, pet. Jus’ me.”
“Yes,” she cried out, arching up into him as his hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, his fingers easily finding her moist panties, teasingly dipping beneath one edge of the white cotton lace. “Please, Spike. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”
He raised his head; her eyes boring into his. “You sure about this, love? Once we do this, there’ll be no goin’ back. You’ll be mine and I bloody well don’ share what’s mine.”
“You don’t have to share me. I’ve been yours since the day you kissed me in that church.”
He nodded, ripping the underwear from her body and crawling down to pepper her hairless mound with hot, moist kisses. “I’m gonna savor you firs’, love. Been dreamin’ of doin’ this for so long. Wanna know if you taste as good as you feel.”
She moaned against him, body trembling as his tongue licked along her vaginal lips, coming dangerously close to flicking against her clit with every upward stroke.
Christ, but she tasted divine. Heavenly temptation wrapped in a devil’s sin.
Her hands floated to his hair, gripping the strands tight enough to sting his scalp as she fervently urged him to press deeper; he did, thrusting his tongue into her opening without warning, his thumb and forefinger easily finding her clit, rubbing the hard nub fast and furiously.
It didn’t take long to send the girl over the edge, coming in his mouth in a rush of warm, salty liquid that felt like a dying man’s elixir flowing past his lips, her mindless cries of his name echoing off the walls and cutting the darkness of the night.
He climbed back up her body, placing a chaste kiss against her lips. “It’s Spike, love. William wouldn’t let himself play with you this way; he knows better.”
“B-but Spike d-doesn’t?”
Spike jerked his head up, a roguish grin spreading across his face. “Oh, he knows better. Difference is, though, he just doesn’t give a bloody damn.”
Buffy smiled, reaching up to frame his face between her palms. “Neither do I. Now get inside me, Spike. I want you to make me come again.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a bossy li’l bint in bed?”
She shook her head, leaning forward. “No, Angel told me I wasn’t active enough. That I didn’t know what I was doing.”
Spike broke her attempt to kiss him. “He bloody said what?”
Buffy frowned, averting her eyes to study the lone beam of moonlight coming in through a crack in her bedroom curtains. “I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s over now; I’m here with you. You can teach me whatever I don’t know, right?” she asked sliding her gaze back to his face. “You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like or that’s wrong?”
“Baby, you couldn’t do this wrong if you tried. If that soddin’ bastard made you think otherwise then he bloody well wasn’t doin’ his job for you.”
Her hand came back to cradle his face. “Then show me what he left out. Show me what I was missing with him.”
He reached between them, rubbing a finger along her outer labia, letting her soak it with her juices before sliding it inside, quickly following it up with one, two more fingers. When she was ready for more, he rid her of the rest of her clothes and quickly followed suit with his own.
“I’m gonna make it so good for you, baby. By the time I’m done, you won’t even remember that stupid git’s name.” Might not even remember my name, he thought smiling as he captured her lips in a quick, determined kiss, slowly settling himself between her thighs.
She wriggled beneath him; the head of his cock slipped into place, causing them both to moan with the teasing rightness of the movement. She arched up, taking him in a little further and before she could lie back down, he thrust inside her, hard, amazed when he slid in to the hilt.
“Perfect bloody fit,” he murmured against her lips. “Knew it’d be that way. Knew you’d feel so good around me.” He kissed her, reaching for her legs again, sliding them back around his hips. “Strangle me good and proper, you do. Gonna have me shootin’ my load so deep inside you, so bleedin’ deep. ‘M gonna…”
His voice trailed off, his eyes going wide. “Buffy, love, please tell me you’re on some kind of protection. The pill or the patch or… somethin’?”
She shook her head, flexing her inner muscles, causing him to groan aloud. “I’m on the pill,” she gasped out, arching up off the bed. “I took it before you came home tonight.”
“Expectin’ this to happen, were you, pet?” he teased, increasing the pace and leaning down to capture one pebbled nipple between his lips.
“No,” she whispered on a moan, her trembling hands gripping his hair, hard. “But I’m glad that it is happening. I was really getting tired of waiting for you to come around.”
Spike arched a brow, slowing his thrusts, pulling out almost all the way before sliding in again, fast and hard. “Come around?” he asked lifting his head from her breast. “Pet, I’ve been ‘round and ‘round this bloody thing in my mind a thousand times over, yeah? Trust me… coming ‘round to this was never part of the problem for me.”
“No, my age was.” Buffy frowned, biting her lower lip even as another breathless moan escaped her throat. “Are you… still worried… about that?”
She stopped, drawing in a deep breath and trembled as he nipped at the flushed skin on her neck. “I won’t… say anything… to anyone, Spike. This’ll be… our little… secret.
“Oh God,” she said moaning as he suckled on her neck, teeth gently biting her skin. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He raised his head, smirking. “Wouldn’ dream of stoppin’ this now, love. Damage is done, yeah? Might as well reap the benefits of it before it slips through our bloody fingers.”
“You think we’ll lose this?”
He didn’t have to think it; he knew it. And because he knew it, he also knew better than to respond to her with the truth. “’Course not, love. Be together from now on, won’t we? Every chance we get. Be cravin’ you, I will. Cravin’ you like you’ll be cravin’ me.”
Without giving her time to reply to his boast, he increased his pace, shifting her legs to his shoulders, allowing him to go that much deeper into her, giving him the chance to hit her g-spot on every thrust. And when she finally came again, calling out his name on a long throaty moan, Spike was right there behind her, shouting her name as if it were both a plea for more and a prayer for redemption.
“I love you, William.”
Spike lifted his head off her chest, sighing heavily. “No, you don’t. But thanks for sayin’ it.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re such a bastard. I think I know what I feel, thank you very much.”
He sighed again, pulling out of her and rolling over onto his back. “How can you know what you feel, Buffy? I don’t even know what I feel. I just know…” he paused, twisting his neck on the pillow, meeting her eyes with purpose, “… I want you a hell of a lot more than I should. In fact, the depth of my want should be the length of my jail sentence when the cops come to pick me up in the morning.”
“There will be no cops coming to pick you up. We didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted you, too. I still want you.”
His eyelids slipped closed as her small hand closed over his flaccid shaft, lightly stroking it back to a semi-hard erection. “Buffy, love, I don’t think we should…”
“Don’t think, Spike. Just feel. Please just… let yourself be with me, feel me.”
Feel her? He did feel her. He felt her bloody everywhere, that was the sodding problem. She was his forbidden fruit and now that he’d had a little taste of her, he’d want her more than ever before. She was in his blood; he feared she’d be on the fast track to his heart next.
“I’m yours, love,” he whispered softly, capturing her lips in a kiss that rivaled the one they’d shared in the church two months ago. “Yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
“That works out good then,” she said twisting them until she was straddling his thighs, guiding herself back down over his cock. “Because I happen to be yours, too.”
Yeah, but for how long, Buffy? How long can I keep you when we both know you have so many soddin’ years left to live in order to reach where I am right now?
Spike gripped her hips, helping her to ride him back into that bottomless, pitch-black abyss. Once they reached its peak depth, he prayed like hell they’d be trapped there for eternity, their passion a constant craving in an otherwise dark and empty sea.
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