Summary: Two years after the battle at the end of "Not Fade Away", Buffy's still in Rome. An unexpected visitor shows up bringing even more unexpected news.
Author's Notes: Inspired by and writtern for calturner.
Rating: NC-17
He breathed when he slept. Not much. Just the occasional rise and fall to his chest. Buffy gently brushed her hand down his back and the fine hairs there tickled her palm.
She wanted him with her. She knew that now. She wished they could stay here forever. In bed together. Because when they were like this, everything made sense. In this and in fighting, everything was in synch. Nothing and no one else mattered.
Buffy left her hand on his back as she used her other to prod her ribs. The wrapping Spike had done was helping. That and her useful fast-healing tendencies. She looked over at the clock. Half the day was gone already. It shouldn't surprise her, knowing how time had always flown when she'd been with him like this before. What did surprise her a little was that now she didn't mind at all. She moved behind Spike and wrapped an arm around his middle.
“Bu—” he mumbled before quickly rolling to his back and looking at her. He blinked at her sleepily and touched her cheek. “Buffy,” he said.
“In the somewhat bruised flesh,” she said. She smiled. “Were you dreaming?”
He raised an eyebrow before giving her his sexy smirk. “Lewd, explicit dreams, love. Wanna feel what they do to me, those dreams of you?” He took her hand and moved it to his erection. She wrapped her fingers around him and hummed appreciatively. Her fist pumped him several times before she rubbed her thumb along the slit. Staring into his surprised eyes, she brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it. He tasted salty, a little tangy. Not bad at all.
“Buffy?”
“Shh,” she told him. She slid down his body and between his legs. Spike braced himself on his elbows, watching her as she licked along his cock. When she got to the exposed head, she opened her mouth and took him inside. She sucked gently and then more forcefully when he collapsed back on the bed. Buffy pressed her index finger on the large vein in his shaft and gripped what her mouth couldn't cover, squeezing hard as she drew her hand up. Spike groaned and dug his hands in her hair.
Buffy sucked and moved her hand faster, watching his expression. She'd never done this for him before. All the dozens of times he'd mouthed her, she'd never considered going down on him. It would have meant too much.
Spike tensed and raised his head. “Stop love. I won't… I can't…”
Buffy dragged the middle finger of her other hand down below his balls, over the stretch of skin there and to the puckered hole of his anus. She teased him, not quite pushing her finger in. But it was enough to set him off. He gripped her head hard and shot into her mouth. The first ejaculation nearly caught her by surprise, but she recovered quickly and swallowed all he had to give. When he was done, she sucked him once more and then moved up to kiss him right below his navel. She'd always secretly loved that soft spot—one of the only such places on his body.
Spike stroked her cheeks with his thumbs before releasing her head. She crawled up his body and kissed him, letting him taste himself on her tongue.
“Hey there,” he said as she drew away to catch her breath.
“Hey,” she said back, a little worried. “Did you… Was that good?” She bit her lip, waiting for his answer.
“Bloody fantastic, love. Fuck, Buffy. Wanted you like this for so long.” He moved his thumb and cupped her cheek, drawing her mouth down to his again. “Want more,” he said against her lips.
Buffy refused to think beyond the moment. Though just by thinking that , she knew she was. But she kissed Spike hard and let him toss her onto her back. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them above her head. She gripped the headboard as he bit at her neck, her shoulders, the tops of her breasts. She felt marked, branded as he nipped and licked his way down her body. He stopped right before reaching where she wanted his mouth most and looked up at her.
“Raise your hips,” he said, his voice a rough growl.
“No,” she said, playfully defiant.
A look of surprise crossed his face. His expression hardened. “Lift your bloody hips, Slayer.”
“Make me.”
He gave her a slit-eyed wicked smile and slid his hands under her body to grab her ass. Hard. She gasped as the pain of his fingers digging into her flesh made her wetter. He pulled her to him roughly and she felt his cock, rock hard again, push against her labia.
“ This what you want, Slayer? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Buffy panted. “God, yes. Uh, please.”
He laughed softly and moved one of his hands to caress her between her ass cheeks. “Gonna take you so hard, Slayer, you won't be able to walk after.”
“Do it Spike…”
He pushed her away from him and threw her legs wide. He shoved his cock inside her. The force of it made Buffy's head crack against the headboard. She so didn't care. He was in her, pounding into her, grabbing her breast and pinching the nipple. “Fuck you, Slayer. Fuck you. Fuck,” he ground out. She held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her hips rose to meet every thrust. Angry sex. It was their specialty. But Spike vamping out was something new.
Buffy's breath caught as he dragged his fangs along the side of her neck, still fucking her hard. She'd let him do it. If he wanted it, she'd let him do it.
Suddenly he reared back and roared, coming inside her with long, forceful bursts. When he was finally spent, his face melted back to human and he pulled out of her. He collapsed next to her and threw an arm over his face.
Buffy slowly rolled to face him. Her ribs were really aching now, but she didn't want him to know. Didn't want him to think he'd hurt her or that she hadn't really wanted this. Any of this.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah.” He was still. Buffy felt a tiny curl of panic in her stomach.
“You okay?” she asked.
He sat up. “I should go.”
“What? No!” Buffy sat up too and grabbed his arm. “What's going on? Talk to me.”
He looked over his shoulder at her. “Very nearly lost it there. With you. Never done that before.”
“ It's okay, Spike,” Buffy said. “You didn't do it. And if you had, that would have been okay too.”
He shook her off and stood. “Are you cracked? You want me to—” He found his jeans and pulled them on. “ Nothing about this is okay!” The pain on his face aged him, making him seem even more human. “Don't know what the hell I'm doing. Shagging you like there's no tomorrow. Vamping out. Pushing away every little thought of—”
“Don't say her name,” Buffy said quietly but forcefully. “She's not here. This is not about her. It's about you and me. Isn't that why you came?”
“Didn't intend to shag you raw! I get around you and my cock does all the thinking!”
So this is my fault?” Buffy asked, pulling the sheet up to cover her nakedness.
“No. No,” he said. He put a knee on the bed and pulled her into a hug. “Not your fault, love. It's me.” After a second, he pulled back from her. “Actually, yes. It is your bloody fault. If you hadn't fucked me over so many sodding times, we wouldn't be in this mess, now would we?”
“Oh, don't you even start with that,” Buffy said. “Mr. You-Belong-in-the-Dark-With-Me. Mr. No-You-Don't-But-Thanks-for-Saying-It. Mr. I'm-Alive-But-Can't-be-Bothered-to-Pick-Up-a-Phone!” She got up on her knees and wagged a finger in his face. “And who showed up on whose doorstep here?!”
“Bugger,” Spike said, visibly deflating. “I'm a fuck-up. Still. A fucking cheating bastard fuck-up. Getting my rocks off here with you while she's—”
“Can we maybe not think for just a little while longer?” Buffy asked. “I know there are consequences to what we've done here. I know it was too soon—and, yeah, wrong—for us to be doing this, but God, Spike. For the first time in years I'm really feeling . Call me selfish. I am. I am selfish. I want us to be like this. For things to feel right like this.”
He rubbed his hands over his face. “Got to be more than sex with us, Buffy.”
“I know that too. And there is more, Spike. You were right, all those years ago. We're alike, you and I. We're equals. We could be partners in everything.” She paused and twisted the sheet in her hands. “How does it feel, having me beg you to have sex with me? I'm pretty pathetic, huh?”
“Does make me wonder about the temperature in hell right about now,” Spike said. She looked up at him quickly. He smiled faintly and ghosted his fingertips across her collarbone. “You're not pathetic, Buffy. You're beautiful. Desirable. And God help me, I still want you so much I can taste it. Want to taste you .”
“Then do it,” she said.
“Hate this fucking weakness I have for you. Hate what I'm doing to Anne. But good Christ, Buffy, I want you more.”
He lowered her back to the bed and drew the sheet away from her body. “You're Buffy,” he said as he kissed his way to her cleft. “Open up for me, Buffy.”
“Take your jeans off,” she said as she spread her legs.
“No,” he said shortly. He touched his tongue to the tip of her clit and Buffy shook from the sensation. No one. No one did this for her like Spike. No one enjoyed it the way he did, as if he could live off the taste of her.
Spike licked her, teasing her entrance with his tongue before plunging it inside her as his fingers played with her clit. Buffy felt her heart pounding. He knew her body so well…
She heard the phone ring in the other room, but ignored it in favor of Spike's tongue fucking her, his fingers taking her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
The answering machine picked up.
“Buffy?” a woman's voice said. “It's, um, Anne? I haven't heard from Spike. Is he there with you?”
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