The House of the Rising Sun, Chapter 6
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maryperk73703More smut, and you the readers meet an old friend.
Chapter 6
Spike licked the bite marks on Buffy’s thigh closed before he rose to his feet with his Slayer in his arms. He settled her on the bed, and then he dispensed with his own clothes. Spike settled next to Buffy where he waited for her to wake from her fainting spell.
Buffy’s eyelids fluttered. She felt so many sensations bombarding her that she refused to open her eyes until she could process them all. After she took a few minutes to assimilate everything, she was able to discern what her own feelings were and which emotions belonged to the vampire next to her.
“Buffy,” Spike whispered against the Slayer’s skin while he nuzzled her neck. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”
“Mmmhmmm,” Buffy acknowledged the question as she stretched her arms up over her head. Upon opening her eyes, she rolled over to put her arms around Spike. “I let you claim me.”
“Yes, you did.” Spike pulled Buffy closer. He was surprised that she was so calm about the situation. His first thought had been that Buffy didn’t know what she’d done, but it seemed like she knew something about it. “Your Watcher will be in a tizzy for sure now.”
Buffy shrugged. “Don’t care.” She pushed Spike onto his back. She straddled his hips, trapping his hard cock against her hot pussy. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. We belong together. We always have.”’
“Kinda sudden, don’t you think?” Spike asked. Even after accepting his claim, he was worried that despite accepting his claim that the Slayer wasn’t as serious about him as he was about her. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Buffy could feel Spike’s worry, but that didn’t stop her eyes from filling with tears. She wasn’t sure she could handle yet another rejection so soon on the heels of her friends’ dismissal. With a quiver of her lower lip, Buffy started to lift herself off Spike, but Spike halted her departure with a firm grip on her hips. “That came out wrong, Slayer.”
“How can it come out wrong?” Buffy tried to pull away from Spike’s grip. “You don’t want me.”
Spike suddenly sat up. He kept one hand on Buffy’s hip while the other buried itself in her hair. “Don’t you ever, ever bloody well think that,” he snarled. “I want you to be sure that it’s me that you want. I spent the past century being second in a woman’s heart. I won’t play second fiddle again.”
“Spike, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I want you in my life and heart.” Buffy bit her bottom lip. “I just don’t understand what you could possibly see in me.”
Spike stared at the unusually apprehensive Slayer. What the fuck had those damned Scoobies done to the confident Slayer he met in Sunnydale just a few months before? He knew from their previous discussion what happened the whole sordid aftermath of his previous visit to the Hellmouth, but this was soddin’ ridiculous. With a raised eyebrow, Spike replied, “How can I not want you? God, you’re a hell of a woman, Buffy. I can see you with perfect clarity. You’re everything I didn’t know I wanted until I met you. You’re bright, beautiful, sexy as hell, and you’re all mine now.” He saw the continued doubt on his mate’s face. “Fuck, pet. Those wankers did a real number on you, didn’t they?”
Buffy let out a whimper-filled sigh when Spike pulled her against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her body in a tight, cool embrace. Buffy looped her arms around his neck, and she buried her face into his shoulder.
“I really meant it when I said that I love you,” Spike whispered. “Dru’s known for a long time now. Maybe she knew even before we met you. It was her bloody pixies that sent us to Sunnyhell, and you’re why she dumped me all those months ago.”
“So, I wrecked your relationship too?” Buffy sobbed. “You and she were together forever.” She wondered if any relationship was safe from her screw ups.
“You did nothing of the sort,” Spike denied. “You didn’t wreck anything between me and Dru, and you certainly didn’t wreck the Whelp and Red’s relationships. They did that all on their own. You had nothing to do with them being caught snoggin’. If anyone in this room is to blame for that mess, it’s me. I’m the one that kidnapped them.”
“But…”
“Let me show you exactly how you affect me, Slayer. How you’ve affected me since I laid eyes on you dancin’ at the Bronze.” Spike slid his hands down to Buffy’s hips, and he lifted her kneeling body up. By some miracle his hard cock lined up with the entrance to her pussy almost like it was a divining rod towards where it wanted to be most. He had not lost his erection during the seriousness of their discussion. With a downward pull of his hands, Spike plunged balls deep into Buffy’s heated depths.
Buffy threw her head back with a load, guttural groan. She shivered and quaked as her body adjusted itself to the invading phallus. Buffy squeezed her inner muscles until she pulled an answering groan from the vampire beneath her. She continued to grasp at Spike’s cock with her tight vaginal muscles until she could feel him pulsate within her walls. Buffy moved her mouth to his neck, quickly found the bite marks left behind by Drusilla, and as she felt Spike erupt within her body she bit down hard and sure on his flesh.
“Slayer,” Spike bellowed. He felt his semen and blood leave his body at the same time. It was a unique feeling that he had only felt a few times before. Drusilla rarely let him take her blood during sex as she was worried he’d try to claim what wasn’t his to have.
Buffy pulled away from Spike’s throat, and she examined the bleeding wound. She licked her lips clean before she said softly, “Mine. You’re all mine, Spike. I won’t share with anyone.”
“Yours,” Spike answered with reverence. He buried one hand in Buffy’s hair, and he pulled her face close to his own. The other hand guided her hips up and down in a slow, sensual ride that brought them to a mutual climax that was just as satisfying as a hard fuck. He couldn’t believe she’d reciprocated a claim on him. To belong and be loved was something he’d desired since his human days. It may have taken him 150 plus years to reach this point, but it was well worth the wait.
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It was much later before the Slayer and her vampire dragged themselves away from each other. Freshly showered, and ravenously hungry, Spike and Buffy arrived in the brothel dining room to find Madam Jake holding court with her girls and Lance Baldwin Jr.
“Welcome.” Madam Jake waved at the newcomers. “Hope you’re hungry. There’s plenty. I’ve told everyone about who you are, Jalav ”
After Buffy filled a plate with breakfast goodies, she slipped into a vacant chair next to Nalia. Spike leaned against the wall behind her while he studied the room’s occupants. There was a new girl sitting next to Madam Jake. She looked down at her plate, and she refused to look up at anyone. Spike wondered about how the girl ended up at the brothel. She certainly didn’t look like she was up to being a lady of the night.
“There’s blood if you want some,” Madam Jake said to the vampire.
“I’m fine.” Spike gave Buffy a heated smirk. “I’m not hungry at all. The Slayer saw to <I>all</I> my needs.”
Buffy blushed before she turned to Nalia. She really liked the other girl very much, and she felt the need to apologize. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell what was going on, Nalia. I didn’t want it to slip about who I really was.”
“I understand,” Nalia said. “It’s all cool. I just want to know how you avoided having sex with your clients.”
Buffy glanced at Spike before she pulled the crystal she had planned on using on him out of her purse. “It’s a crystal that makes the client think he’s had the best sexual encounter of his life.”
“Does it work on vamps?” Jehna asked.
“I would assume so, but I never got to try it.” Buffy blushed again. “Spike overwhelmed me with his sinister attraction.” She glared at the other girls when they giggled at her remark.
“Buffy, I’d like you to meet Tara,” Madam Jake said when the girls were done laughing with the Slayer. “Like Nalia her father sold her to me, but she doesn’t want to work in a brothel. Since she’s a Wiccan, I thought that you might be able to use her.”
“T-they’re n-not g-going to w-want me,” Tara stuttered to her plate. “I-I’m a d-demon.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Nalia said softly to the scared girl. “Jheina is half Brachen, Killisa and Millisa are half Naga, and Jeheria is one fourth Polgara demon. I like all of them. They’re really nice to me.”
Buffy felt sorry for the girl. She knew what it was like to be rejected by those you cared about even if they didn’t deserve such consideration and love. She rose to her feet and went to crouch next to Tara to look up into her down turned face. “Let you tell you about my little group. I’m the Slayer. That means I’m faster, stronger, and can heal faster than normal humans. I’m mated to Spike over there, and he’s a vampire.”
Tara glanced through her hair at the girl talking to her, and then at the man leaning against the wall.
“I was supposed to kill Spike, but somehow it just never took. Boy, am I glad about that.” Buffy gave a bright smile. “Now about the rest of the gang. My Watcher was into magic when he was younger, and it was some pretty dangerous stuff too. Oz is a werewolf, and Anya is an ex-vengeance demon.”
“If you’re a demon, Glenda, I’m a monkey’s uncle,” Spike commented.
“Oh, wow, lucky you,” Buffy said gently. “You got yourself a nice Spike nickname.”
“What if my dad comes looking for me?” Tara fiddled with the napkin in her lap.
“We protect our own,” Buffy assured Tara. “Let’s go someplace private to talk. Thanks for everything, everyone. We’ll be ready to go at nightfall, Lance. Please be ready.”
Lance nodded his head. He was ready to get out of this place anyway. The worst experience of his life had happened here, and he was glad that whatever drug Loki had used on him hadn’t been addictive. He really didn’t want to spend any time in rehab. He cursed his friends for dragging him to the brothel. Lance only wanted to party for Mardi Gras before he had to get married and take on the responsibility of his father’s company.
Buffy rose to her feet, pulled Tara up. After a quick nod to Spike, the three of them left the dining room. They went to Buffy’s room where the Slayer packed as they discussed future plans.
After quite a bit of talking it was decided that Tara would go on to Cleveland rather than join the group in Sunnydale. Joyce had already received word a job was waiting for her at an upscale art gallery. Tara and Joyce would meet up in the Ohio town to get things ready for the rest of the group. Both had a feeling that the Wicca witch would fit right in with the group.
Spike, Buffy, and Lance caught a late flight back to Sunnydale. The Slayer and the vampire were not surprised by the quantity of late night arrival times to the Hellmouth. Tara drove Spike’s precious Desoto to Cleveland. The vampire had a hard time parting with his baby, but he knew that the Wicca would be careful with his car.
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Date: 2009-06-10 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-10 03:31 pm (UTC)Thanks for the update.
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Date: 2009-06-12 02:06 pm (UTC)The House of the Rising Sun, Chapter 6
Date: 2009-06-10 06:20 pm (UTC)Tara will be a good addition to the group (well to Buffy's group, not the old Scoobies). At last it will be way better for her than working in a brothel.
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Date: 2009-06-12 02:06 pm (UTC)