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Kantayra
Author's Notes: OK, the inspiration for this story came from a challenge I read a long time ago somewhere on the Internet. I have long since forgotten where, or I would gladly credit whoever gave it. Anyway, I don't exactly remember the details of the challenge, but the one thing that stuck in my mind was: 2nd season Spike meets 6th season Spike and they both get it on with Buffy at the same time. Can you see why this stuck in my dirty little mind? Ah, the wonderful possibilities... Two Spikes at once... *Drool* Huh? What? OK, I'm better now. So, whoever issued this challenge, thanks much and you rock! And for you kiddies that haven't figured it out yet, this is major NC-17. So scram unless you're ready for two naked Spikes... (Yes, I do know that will just cause everyone to continue reading. ~_^)
Summary: When the nerdy trio delves into time travel, Buffy is faced with two Spikes at once. Will she be able to resist? (No, duh! ~_^) Gratuitous B/S/S smut, S6
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss? Well...I suppose you can't see me, but just to reassure you: no, I don't. So, what conclusion can you draw? Why, that someone's cast a spell on me so that I no longer own the Buffy characters. We must find a counter spell immediately and restore the universe to its proper order! Translation from Deranged-FF-Writer to English: I own nothing and amn't getting paid a cent.
Buffy was very, very proud of them; they’d managed to keep their hands off of each other the entire way back to Spike’s crypt. Their resolve broke the instant the door shut behind them, though.
Neither of them could have said how they ended up with Spike pressing Buffy into the wall, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. And they didn’t bother to ponder the matter, either. Their lips fought savagely and their hands roughly demanded access to the other’s sensitized flesh, blocking out all coherent thought.
Buffy shoved the leather duster off his shoulders roughly, causing it to pool on the floor around his feet. Her fingers clutched frantically and the button-up he wore – that same royal purple one that seemed to have become a symbol of their wild passion.
Spike ground his rock-hard erection hard against her, eliciting a moan and a little wince. He quickly pulled out of their embrace.
“You all right, luv?” he asked, concerned. “’Cause if you’re still banged up from last night, we don’t have to…” He gestured emphatically, pointing back and forth between them. “We could do somethin’ else, I mean. Talk or…”
“Spike,” she quieted him with a finger to the lips, “I want to…” She repeated his earlier hand motions. “I want to very much.” She took another step towards him and winced once again when she pulled a muscle in the wrong way. “But, maybe we should go a bit easy this time,” she conceded.
“I can do easy,” he agreed, walking over to her.
She squealed in delight when he whisked her off her feet. She allowed her arms to wrap around his neck, and he lowered his head to give her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Where are you taking me?” she giggled, swinging her feet in the air when he began to walk her across the crypt.
“ ‘Easy’ involves a nice, soft bed,” he informed her, “not cold, stone surfaces.”
“No biting either,” she insisted firmly. “I was starting to feel a little woozy after…”
“…We bit you about a dozen times?” he finished, a hint of laughter in his eyes. “Guess we got a bit carried away.”
“No, it’s OK,” Buffy reassured him. “It’s just…I think I need to start taking iron supplements before I go through that again. Although I was surprised how little it effected me…”
“Love bites,” he explained. “Not meant to drain blood…just give pleasure.”
“Mmm, they did at that…” She reached up to kiss the hollow of his throat as he carefully carried her down the ladder. Having reached the lower level of the crypt, he set her on the edge of the bed with great ceremony.
“Now what, pet?” he teased.
“How about a little game?” she smiled at him coyly. “We pretend it’s the first time…”
“Destroyin’ an entire building doesn’t exactly qualify as ‘easy’,” he teased, “’t least not in my book. Plus, ‘m a bit less eager to tear down my home than some abandoned house…”
“Not that first time,” she whispered in his ear with a sultry voice, “my first time… Pretend I’ve never had…” She trailed off with a blush.
An evil grin lit up his face. “You want the Big Bad to deflower you?” he purred against her throat.
“Mmm-hmm,” Buffy agreed lazily, twining her fingers in his hair.
“What my Slayer wants, my Slayer gets,” he gave her a quick kiss on the nose before diving in.
To Buffy’s surprise, rather than tackle her back onto the mattress, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her, situating himself between her legs which still dangled over the edge of the mattress. He placed one hand on the bed on either side of her hips and leaned in to kiss her with agonizing slowness.
Buffy clasped her hands at the back of his neck, pressing her lips against his with ferocious intensity. He returned her passion, but the motions of his tongue within her mouth remained languid, setting a slow pace for their lovemaking.
His hands were so light on her back at first that she almost didn’t feel them. They skimmed up and down her spine with increasing familiarity, causing her nerves to tingle with anticipation wherever he touched her.
“Mmm, Spike…” she murmured when his lips finally left hers, kissing a lazy trail up to her temple and then back down her throat.
“Buffy,” he whispered against the hollow of her throat, his breath cool and giving her goosebumps, “my Buffy…”
“Yours,” she agreed, her own hands slowly exploring his back and shoulders, rubbing against the smooth fabric of his shirt. She nuzzled his hair gently and took in a deep breath. “Spike scent…” she sighed happily.
“Buffy scent,” he agreed, his nostrils flaring against the valley between her breasts.
One of his hands caught hers as it traveled over the firm muscles of his upper arm. He brought it to his lips, kissing each fingertip in turn before planting an open-mouthed kiss on her palm. She let out a little squeak of delight when his lips moved slowly up the back of her arm, tasting her from her wrist all the way up to her shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against the fabric of her blouse. “So very beautiful…”
He caught her other wrist and gave that arm the same treatment as its predecessor. She practically melted, only his strong arm around her waist keeping her from falling back on the bedspread.
“What do you want?” he whispered into her ear, gently biting the lobe with blunt teeth.
She gasped. “You,” she finally said breathlessly, sliding her arms around his waist.
“You’ve already got me, pet,” he purred, his tongue licking her Adam’s apple before following a meandering path down to the low neck of her blouse. “’m right here…” He kissed a path down her sternum to her stomach, still above the fabric that hid her from his eyes.
“I want more…” She hissed when his lips found her navel, and his tongue prodded it through the blouse. “I need to feel you skin on mine…” She arched her back when his teeth lightly gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. She would have fallen backwards once again, but he still held her in place.
He tentatively kissed the flat of her bare stomach. “That better, kitten?” he teased lightly.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried aloud.
He tongue proceeded to trace every scar he could find, drawing intricate symbols up her stomach to her chest…
He had pulled her blouse off so slowly she had barely realized it. The amazing things he was doing with his mouth distracted her when he slipped her arms back out of the sleeves. It was only when he pulled it over her head and tossed it carelessly aside that she finally noticed.
“So beautiful…” He gently rubbed his forehead against the silk of her bra.
“Please, Spike,” she whispered raggedly.
One of his hands glided up her back, quickly locating the clasp. Deft fingers figured out the locking mechanism instantly, and he gently slid the straps down her arms, rubbing the satiny material against her skin as he did so.
His tongue slowly flicked out and swirled around on her right nipple. Buffy’s nails dug into his scalp, and she forced his mouth onto her with her full strength. He complied, licking and biting and twisting, doing things so incredibly wonderful that she couldn’t even begin to describe them.
The ache between her thighs was now most certainly not pain but need. Her hands fumbled against him for a bit before catching hold of his zipper.
However, he caught her wrists before she could release him. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked. “You’re a fluttering virgin, remember?” he reminded her.
“Screw that,” Buffy struggled half-heartedly against him.
“Oh, I very much intend to,” he gave her a lascivious smirk, “but first ‘ve got to work you up to it. Virgins tend to be a bit flighty, you know, but the payoff’s more than worth the effort.” He winked.
Buffy’s eyes widened, and she calmed in his arms. “Right…” she said dreamily. “Right,” she agreed more firmly. Her hands came to rest on his waist again.
“’Bout time you went for the buttons, though,” he said, pouting slightly.
She looked at him askance.
“What? You’re suddenly surprised by my impatience?” he teased.
She leaned in to kiss him in response, taking his advice and slowly undoing his buttons. Her fingers explored the open expanse of his chest, her nails scratching him just lightly enough to make the taut muscles beneath her hands quiver in anticipation.
His mouth returned to her throat, and he pressed his chest firmly against hers, flattening her breasts and rubbing them against his cooler flesh in delicious ways. She caught his chin and pulled him in for another passionate kiss. They murmured into each other’s mouths, their tongues stroking each other slowly.
Buffy sighed contentedly against his lips when one of his hands began massaging little circles into her shoulders, relaxing her once again and turning her body to Jell-O.
“Christ, Buffy,” he finally gasped out, resting his forehead against hers, “you make me want to start composin’ terrible poetry.”
She giggled slightly. “Go on,” she teased him. “I promise to laugh hysterically the entire time.”
He chuckled wryly. “Not a good idea, luv,” he informed her. “’m so terrible I could probably drown out the fire between us…”
She kissed him quickly on the lips. “I like you anyway, though,” she smiled.
And then moaned aloud. He had taken advantage of their little conversation to sneak one hand down the front of her pants. It had been done with such exceptional skill that she hadn’t even felt him until he thumbed her clit.
“Oh, Spike!” she gasped, her eyes widening when he slowly flicked her back and forth.
“That good for you, pet?” he breathed into her ear. “Can you felt it? The fire burning deep within you…”
She nodded frantically.
“I can make it feel so good…” His voice dropped an octave into a husky whisper, and his eyes were with black with desire. “Let me show you, my love.”
She looked deep into those stormy eyes and found herself completely entranced. She barely registered the fact that he’d lifted her up to slip off her jeans. Her boots, socks, and pant legs all came off while she was still mesmerized by his gaze. Her panties had – of course – been destroyed by their earlier activities; she didn’t really process this thought, though. She was so completely caught up in the fantasy. He was to be her first, and he was so, so beautiful…
His lips met hers yet again, and her arms wrapped around his bare shoulders, loving the way his flesh had now warmed to her touch. She whimpered and moaned when his hand reached between them again to twist and tease her clit, setting her entire body ablaze with desire.
One of his fingers was tracing the entrance to her innermost depths now, brushing against all the sensitive spots in her moist folds and causing them to part eagerly when he drove deeper. His finger entered her so slowly she couldn’t really say when the exact moment of penetration had occurred. All she was aware of was the fever that swept through her body, demanding more and more.
“I can bring you pleasure you’ve never even dreamed of,” he purred into her ear. “I can make every inch of your body hum with delight. I can make you feel like…” he paused for a second and then his eyes lit up when he remembered one of their previous conversations, “…like Heaven was nothing. You haven’t even begun to experience ecstasy yet, baby…”
A second finger slipped inside her, gently stretching her inner walls. Buffy ground her hips down against his hand, needing more, needing him…all of him…
“That’s my Slayer,” he whispered soothingly, adding a third finger to the mix.
She shut her eyes tightly at the strain on her sore muscles, but soon the pleasure overcame the pain.
He watched her face relax and allowed himself a smug smile. “I can give you everything,” he pressed lightly, his fingers still pumping in and out of her slowly. “All you have to do is ask me…”
“S-Spike?” she finally managed to whimper.
“That’s it, luv,” he purred. “I can show you…”
“Show me how much you love me,” she finally pleaded.
His eyes widened in amazement. Buffy watched the expression on his face, fascinated. It was that same look he’d gotten when she’d first impaled herself upon him…only ten times so. A strange combination of awe and disbelief and love…so much love…
His lips were upon hers once again now, bruising in their intensity. She clung to him desperately, whimpering softly when he twisted their positions around, sitting on the edge of the bed and cradling her in his lap. Her knees squeezed his thighs slightly, and she realized that he’d somehow managed to pull down his jeans in the midst of that clever little maneuver. Now there was nothing separating her and…
Oh god!
His velvety soft head brushed up against her outer folds, making her body scream aloud for him. Her hips wriggled about frantically, trying to lower herself onto him. However, he held her buttocks firmly, stilling her desperate motions.
“Shh, luv,” he hushed her softly. “Jus’ breathe and let it happen…”
She felt herself calming at his words and did as he said, gasping for breath.
“That’s it, kitten,” he continued in that same hypnotic tone, “jus’ breathe. In an’ out, in an’ out, in an’ out…”
She managed to slow herself down, matching the steady rhythm he’d set.
“There now,” he gave her a little smile, “innit that better?”
She nodded and brushed back the locks of honeyed hair that had fallen in front of her eyes so that she could see him better. “I want you,” she whispered softly, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “I want you so much, Spike…”
“Shh, just breathe…”
She continued to draw the outlines of his face and did as he asked. And soon it became very apparent what he was doing. With each breath she let out, he lowered her slightly, causing his stiff member to poke deeper into her folds each time her body sagged on her intake of breath.
“In, out,” he repeated. “Slow an’ deep, in an’ out…”
One millimeter at a time, he was slowly penetrating her, allowing her natural rhythms to set the pace.
“Out,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against hers and lowering her a bit so that his position within her remained the same. “In.” Her breath pushed her down a little bit farther, and his words took on another meaning as she took in both the air and more of him.
“Spike…” she moaned softly as she breathed out, savoring every inch of him as he gradually filled her up.
“Buffy…” he murmured, breaking his steady mantra for one beat.
In the back of her mind, she wondered at this new act of union. They were both so anxious and tempestuous and fiery, yet oddly neither was in the slightest hurry to rush this. It felt so perfect, taking the time to feel every moment as he leisurely pushed into her core.
She felt the muscles in his jaw twitch beneath her right hand. Under the other, his chest rose and fell in the same steady rhythm that hers did. For a second, she could have sworn he felt his heart beating; then, she realized it was her own pounding pulse, travelling through the tips of her fingers into him.
Their foreheads still rested together, his nodding forward slightly with every breath in order to accommodate her lower position on his body. She could feel the beads of sweat pressed between them, making his skin slick and sticky and creating a powerful suction that held the two of them locked in that position.
He cupped her ass lightly, holding her just strongly enough to keep her in place. His hands were just the perfect size to hold her, she realized dazedly. It still seemed so odd to her that a vampire’s body could be so exquisitely well matched to a Slayer’s. She would have thought the Powers That Be would have made damn sure two such fierce enemies could never fit together this well. Unless, of course, this was meant to be…
And, oh, did it feel like it was meant to be!
With one final slow sigh, she lowered herself onto him completely. His hands released their hold on her butt cheeks and began lazily stroking up and down her back. She returned the favor, her hands lingering over his body, intent on discovering every inch.
Their hips continued to rock together gently, keeping him deep within her. She marveled at the fact that he’d managed to push all the way inside her without straining the over-sensitized skin and muscles within her. The way he was holding her, touching her, exploring her inner depths…it was truly a work of art.
She made soft little mewling noises with his every in stroke, keeping precise counterpoint to the slight hisses that were escaping his lips.
“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered into her hair softly. “I love you so much…”
She caught his chin and lifted his head so that she was looking directly into his eyes. For once those cerulean depths held no secrets for her. He was giving himself completely and wholly to her. He was so fragile in that moment, so vulnerable…
“I know,” she replied before peppering his face with kisses as light as butterfly wings. “I can see it in your eyes,” she informed him. “How much you love me…” She pulled back so that their eyes met one again and rocked down against him a bit harder, causing him to moan. “Look into my eyes,” she instructed him. “Tell me what you see.”
Her irises were brilliant emerald at her arousal. He felt as though he were drowning in those twin pools. They kept sucking him in deeper and deeper…
“The woman I love,” he finally said, his voice taking on an oddly upper-class accent in the height of his passion.
Buffy was willing to bet that this was his real accent…soft, smooth, cultured… She continued to look directly into his eyes and increased her pace, feeling the pleasure building between them now. Everything she was thinking and feeling she tried to pour into her eyes, to show him…
He gasped in amazement at the emotion he saw reflected back at him for just a second. He let out a soft whimper and collapsed against her shoulder as he came slowly within her.
Buffy clutched his head to her chest as her own ecstasy broke through her. This was a peak she’d never experienced before, gradual and everlasting. It felt as though her orgasm had been occurring throughout their entire union, and only just now was she realizing it.
Their bodies clung desperately together, unable to bear the slightest sliver of candlelight to slip between them.
Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around him in the steady rhythm of their union, milking him slowly and evenly for everything he had.
At that final moment, when the one last burst of extreme pleasure washed over them, he finally fell backwards onto the mattress, pulling her with him.
“Oh, Spike…” she murmured raggedly against him.
“I-I love you, Buffy,” he repeated hesitantly, shyly.
She rolled to the side, and he rolled with her, resting his head between her breasts, looking so delicate and unguarded and almost childlike…
“I…” Buffy stuttered slightly, unable to force out words to describe the strange, new feelings that were building within her at that moment and causing her stomach to twist up in that delectable way she’d only experienced once before. “I-I can’t, baby,” she finally finished sadly. “Not yet. I’m so sorry…”
“’S OK,” he smiled against her solar plexus. “’m not a patient man, you know,” he said thoughtfully, watching his fingers glide up and down her arm, “but I can wait for this…for you. You’re worth the wait.”
“You’re beautiful, you know,” she smiled as well, brushing the damp platinum curls back off of his forehead. “In every way. So beautiful…”
They lay there like that for while, her lying back against the snowy white sheets and him resting against her chest and purring softly.
It gave her plenty of time to imagine scenarios where she would finally say those three words to him. She wanted it to be just like this. She’d get him to make love to her the way he just had, and then she’d… Woah, her mind slowed her down, not there yet, remember? Her fantasy world stubbornly refused to listen to this reasonable objection. Hmmm, should I tell him here or at my place? she wondered. After all, the event in question was almost inevitable…
“Buffy,” he finally broke the silence curiously, “am I still enough for you?”
She looked down at him in disbelief. “Of course!” she insisted vehemently. “In fact,” she said with a sly smile on her face, “not that the last couple of nights weren’t wonderful, but I’m kind of glad to have you all alone to myself again.”
“Technically, you always did,” he joked lightly.
She laughed. “You know what I mean,” she batted his arm lightly. “It’s nice to have some…one-on-one time.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he agreed, snuggling deeper into her chest. “Actually, I was a bit surprised at how willin’ you were to…er…” He trailed off with uncharacteristic embarrassment.
She found it strangely charming. “You want to know a big secret?” she whispered in a low voice.
“Hmm?” he raised an eyebrow in her direction speculatively.
“I wanted you,” she confided in him, “even back then…”
He looked up at her in surprise.
“Nasty little inappropriate Slayer thoughts,” she giggled slightly at the shock on his face. “But if I’d known you were this…spectacular, I would have jumped your sexy, undead bones years ago.”
He chuckled slightly and slid up her body until their eyes were level with each other. “We’ve got lots of lost years to make up for then, luv.” He bent his neck and kissed her gently on the lips.
“Mmm,” she sighed when he pulled away, “Spike taste…” She rolled over onto her side so that she was facing him and smiled. “I wonder about him, you know,” she sighed. “What he’s doing right now—”
“He’s in bed with you,” he teased.
She gave him a good-natured scowl. “Stop with the confusing time-travel talk,” she pouted. “It’s giving me a headache.”
“Sorry,” he kissed her temple.
“Oh, good idea!” she said. “Kiss it and make it all better.”
“Love to, pet,” he agreed, kissing her other temple as well.
“I worry a bit,” she frowned slightly.
“Oh?” his lips murmured against her forehead.
“The Tabula Rasa,” she sighed. “It’s doesn’t exactly erase everything…”
He gave her a curious look.
She blushed slightly. “All I know is that Joan found Randy devilishly attractive…even if he wore the lamest clothes on the planet and whined the entire time.”
“Really?” he gave her an evil little smirk. “An’ I s’pose Randy thought Joan was the most gorgeous woman alive, despite the fact that she was a bossy, stuck-up little chit.” His grin widened. “Or maybe because of it…”
She decided to flaunt her newfound sense of maturity and stuck her tongue out at him. She should have known that would be a bad idea. His own tongue was upon it was voracious intensity, and soon they were locked in another passionate kiss.
It was quite a while before she could breathe to speak again. “I just can’t help wondering,” she picked up her earlier train of thought. “Just when did you start falling for me, anyway?”
His brow furrowed for a second. Then he shook his head. “Can’t really recall,” he shrugged. “Wasn’t aware of it for the longest time.”
“I wonder…” she sighed.
* * *
Sunnydale, 1997…
“What will you do now, my Spike?” Drusilla asked, gliding her crimson nails up and down his bare thigh.
He sighed and closed his eyes, nuzzling his head into her shoulder tenderly. “’d better come up with a new plan,” he finally conceded. “Get some of the minions to watch the chit more closely, learn her moves…”
“It will all work out in the end, my love,” Drusilla nodded. “Or in the beginning.” She giggled to herself as if this was some kind of clever joke.
Spike laughed slightly as well. After all, he was used to her existing on a plane that he couldn’t really reach.
“One thing’s for sure,” he insisted, a hard glint in his eyes, “next time, things’ll be very different for Bu—” He paused in mid-syllable, and his eyes softened for a second before he shook the strange feeling of familiarity off. “…for the Slayer,” he finally finished.
* * *
“So?” Buffy prodded lightly.
“Dunno,” Spike shrugged. “I mean, it changes everythin’…”
“Not so much,” she shrugged. “You were with him most of the time.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t experiencing it,” he insisted. “I kinda like the memories of our first time together the way they are…”
She nodded in understanding. “Well, it’s not a decision you have to make anytime soon,” she agreed.
She let one foot slide seductively up and down his calf and gave him a sly smile. “We’re still got a couple of hours before I have to go,” she whispered into his ear before taking the lobe between her teeth and twisting. He moaned and caught her roving foot between his feet.
“Eek!” she squealed. “Your feet are freezing!”
“Then warm ‘em up for me, luv,” he muttered in a deep growl.
She gave him a coy smile and then pushed him onto his back. He squirmed a bit beneath her, trying to gain the upper hand, but finally gave up and settled back contentedly, his arms clasped behind his neck.
Buffy ran her fingers gently up and down his sides, carefully testing his reactions. It was about time she learned exactly what pleased him the most. Like a science experiment, only much more fun… Kiss on the stomach, negative. Stroke along the inner thigh, positive. Bite to the throat, positive. Caress of the solar plexus, definite positive… She continued to catalogue his every little response, practicing so that one day she’d be able to play his body like a finely tuned harp.
“Buffy,” he moaned softly and reached up to her.
She caught his hands before he could touch her and forced them back behind his head. “Relax and enjoy,” she instructed him.
“But what ‘about you?” he asked.
“This has been all about me for too long already,” she informed him. “It’s about time it was all about you.”
“But—”
“Shh,” she cut off his final protest with a finger to his lips. “Just lay back and let me make love to you…” And then she was upon him again, her hands and mouth finally taking the time and energy needed to memorize every inch of his body…
THE END
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