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The Demon in Me by Spikeschilde
 
Chapters 29
 
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Chapter 29



“I can’t believe I am doing this.” At the redhead’s statement, Cordy looked up from the candle she was lining up. Willow’s nose was wrinkled in distaste as she measured the distance between the candles she had placed down and aligned with Cordy’s, which were standing opposite hers.

“What, setting up the room for the ritual?” the brunette asked as she stood up once more and walked across the room to retrieve another two white pillar candles.

“No…well, yes,” Willow sighed and Cordy gave her a confused look. “But it’s more than that! I’m helping to set up a room for my best friend so that she can do the do the wild thing in it with a vampire. It’s kinda wiggy.”

Oz smiled affectionately at his girlfriend as he leaned over to brush a kiss across her forehead, running his hand absently down the back of her hair. She was forever say things that made him fall in love with her all over again. He gave her a soft smile as she turned her green eyes on him before he left to get another bundle of apple tree twigs.

A ring of twigs had been placed around the outer edge of the circle of blood, the circle they created was meant to symbolise the never ending devotion between the two being bound. Outside of that was a ring of ten white pillar candles that had been spaced evenly to help symbolise purity and loyalty within the bond.

The extra additions to the circle weren’t necessary to the ritual, but they would help with the flow of magicks and took away from the look of the ring of dried blood on the floor. It had taken the group next to no time to decide that if Buffy was going to do the nasty, the least they all felt they could do was make the room look nicer. And it did; it reminded Willow of something you’d expect to find in some enchanted fairytale.

“I am right there with you,” Xander said as he sprinkled rose petals—both red and white—around the circle. “Not that it bothers me,” he amended quickly at the glare that was shot in his direction from his girlfriend. “It just bothers me. Am I meant to be saying something while I throw these thingies around?”

Willow shook her head as she stood and picked up the other bowl of rose petals. “Nope, just scatter them.”

“What, the fact that she is having sex with a vampire bothers you? Or that you’re setting the room up for it?” Cordelia was standing with a hand on her hip, eyebrows raised questioningly at her boyfriend, waiting for his response.

“Both,” Xander supplied, blatantly ignoring her irritated look.

“I don’t see what the bid deal is, she has no choice. If she doesn’t she’ll die. Way I figure, it’s better if we make the room all pretty and nice smelling to get rid of the icky blood look it had going on before.”

“It’s the principle of the thing though, Cordy. We’re preparing the room for our best friend to have sex in it. Sure, we know she has to do it and that they’d probably end up going at it like bunnies eventually…” Cordy snorted and looked in the direction from which they could all hear giggles emanating. “At least then they could prepare the room for themselves! It’s on the same wig scale as setting the room up for your sister to have sex in, or your parents!”

The last comment prompted a chorus of ‘ews!’ from around the room.

“Ew, gross! You’re scarring me. As far as I’m concerned, my parents don’t have sex! Ever! All I can say is I’m glad we won’t be here for the big event tonight. Talk about uncomfortable…and gross. I have no desire to ever see that much of Buffy!” Cordy said as she stepped back to admire her work. “We should burn some incense, it kinda smells in here, don’t you think?”

“Why don’t you set up some Barry White while you’re at it?” Xander’s comment earned him a hard thump across the back of his head, and a glare from both of the females in the room. “I’m joking!”

Xander looked across at Oz for help. “So not going there,” the shorter man said as a small smirk of amusement crossed his stoic features.

“Are you four almost done?” Giles asked as he entered the room.

“Everything is good to go G-man.” Giles shot Xander a withering glare but did not comment on the nickname.



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Buffy lifted her gaze to Spike as he entered the room, and despite everything offered him a shy smile. Spike smiled back at her. It was one of the things he was beginning to absolutely love about her, how she could get right in your face and kick some vampire’s arse without flinching but at other times be so completely feminine. It was enchanting. She was enchanting.

“So, I guess we should do this then?” Buffy asked, tearing her eyes away from Spike to look up at her surrogate father. He gave her a small smile.

“Whenever you’re both ready,” Giles said softly.

She looked back to Spike who held his hand out to her.

“Ready, love?” She answered him by stepping forward and grasping his hand. Together they both stepped over into the circle that the others had spent so much time setting up.

Buffy found herself almost frozen under Spike’s intense gaze, amazed that she could provoke such a look from a man. He looked both hungry and affectionate at the same time. Like this was more to him than just fulfilling a duty.

The thought did more than just warm her as she took her spot, kneeling across from him. She could only hope that he could read the emotions in her eyes as clearly and know that it likewise was no longer about fulfilling a duty for her either.

“Adustum,” Giles muttered beneath his breath, and watched as the candles around the circle burst to life. Looking up, he motioned for the two within the circle to hold hands.

“Beings of fire, incite love and passion in your own all-consuming ardour,” Giles began as he started to pour sand in intricate patterns around the circle. “We call upon you in the guise of Eros, kindler of desire, bringer of love, join us here and witness this bonding.”

He put the sand down and took up the rose water that had been bought for the occasion, sprinkling it on the glyphs that he had mapped out around the circle as he said each point.

“Here before your view, tie closely these bonds: Heart to thee, soul to thee, body to thee, forever and always, now as together make one.” The glyphs he had laid out glowed as he sprinkled them with the rose water before they disappeared altogether.

Having completed the appropriate incantation for the ritual, Giles looked up at Buffy and Spike. He felt like an intruder under the looks they were casting in the other’s direction—it was a private moment between them, one he felt uncomfortable witnessing. He picked up his bag quickly and walked over to the front door, knowing they would not notice him leave but casting one last look back at them before he walked out.

Buffy and Spike could both feel the magicks crackling through their bodies. It crawled over them like the flames of a fire, igniting the skin and bringing it to life. As expected, neither noticed Giles quietly slip out of the room before leaving the house all together.

Spike reached out his hand, running it down the side of Buffy’s face before drawing her across to him and into his lap. A heady gasp was torn from her throat the moment their skin touched, setting ablaze something deep within her. The energy that sparked between them was tangible.

He pulled her towards him, her legs falling either side of his own. Her head was arched back exposing her throat to him and her eyes shut as she let the echoes of his touch flow through her body.

Neither seemed to notice how the other’s eyes were glowing.

He lifted his hand and pushed back the golden strands of her hair as he leaned down to let his lips trail the length of her throat in a gentle caress. Her smell was intoxicating—like vanilla and the air just after it rained. He had never smelled anything quite like it, and felt sure he never would again.

Leaning forward slowly, he brushed his lips across the taut skin of her neck, his lips following up the line of her throat. Her head rolled to the side as she groaned, her eyes opening and pulling back to focus on his.

Words seemed beyond them, as they communicated through a series of growls and moans. She nipped at the pad of the thumb that swiped across the length of her lower lip before pulling him into her for a bruising kiss.

“It would have been you,” she finally said pulling back from him. “Even if they had brought Angel’s soul back somehow, it still would have been you.” She didn’t let her eyes stray from his as she spoke making sure he couldn’t misinterpret what she was trying to say.

“Mentioning the Poof isn’t the greatest turn on,” he replied, giving her a sly smirk.

“I just needed you to know that, before we—.” Her eyes were drawn back to his lips as she trailed off.

“I know.” Spike’s hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer to him so that her centre was pressing against the hardness in his jeans. Her head flew back as she gasped at the contact, her hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself.

She let out a low moan as she ground herself down onto him again. His hands started to trail their way up her sides, easily slipping under the shirt she wore to cup her lace-covered breasts. In seconds, both her shirt and bra were gone, leaving her bare to his gaze with only the light from the candles casting her body in a warm glow.

His fingers trailed a thin path down between the valley of her breasts, his lips following in their wake. His tongue flicked out to circle the taut nipple of her right breast.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against her skin as he drew a rosy nipple into his mouth. Her hands found their way to the back of his head, her fingernails raking their way through his short hair.

Spike slowly began to push her back until she was stretched out beneath him, her body cradling his—her soft flesh pressing against the material of his shirt. Buffy quickly drew the garment up and over his head, desperate for the feeling of his bare skin pressed unhindered against her own.

Her moan was ragged as he lowered himself against her. She could feel his arousal nudging at her centre through his jeans as her hands ran up the length of his back.

His free hand dropped to her thigh which was tightening around his waist as his lips switched to the neglected breast. Spike smirked against her skin as Buffy’s leg immediately relaxed and fell open to his touch.

He bunched the thin material of her skirt in his hand and began to drag it upwards, his hand darting under it to run along the seam of her panties, dipping down to the sensitive spot between her legs and causing her to jolt under the unexpected pleasure from his touch.

She dragged his head up to her own again as his fingers brushed against her core through the material of her panties. Spike pressed his forehead against her own, their breaths mingling in the air around them as she swooped up to claim his mouth.

She pushed her core up into his questing fingers at they brushed over her once more. He let loose an animal like growl as Buffy’s lips dropped from his to his throat.

“Christ,” he ground out as her hands wound the waistband of his jeans. His head fell to her shoulder as her teeth nibbled over the mark she hand left on his throat, biting it lightly and gently pulling on the skin.

Buffy’s fingers popped the top button of Spike’s jeans, the metallic sound of a zipper being lowered following shortly thereafter. He knew this would be a short coupling—a frantic need to be joined with the other rather than a session of drawn out lovemaking, though just as rewarding. Their skin seemed to crackle to life whenever they touched, drawing them closer to that pivotal moment with very little encouragement.

His jeans were gone the next moment as his questing fingers found their way under the material of her underpants. He groaned loudly at the feel of her wetness. His finger slid across her slick folds effortlessly before delving in quickly.

“Spike,” she breathed out as her fingers trailed their way down his chest, her touch leaving burning tracks he could feel long after her fingers had passed. He kissed her throat fervently as she took him into her hand.

Buffy ran her thumb over the top of him collecting the small beads of pre-cum that had gathered there, before circling it around the head of his shaft. Her panties were torn away as he pushed himself into her hands.

“Need you, Spike,” she murmured as she moved him to position the head of his shaft at the entrance of her folds.

“Sodding hell,” he ground out at the feel of her wetness against his tip. She moved him up and down coating him in her fluids before opening her eyes and looking up at him.

The moment her eyes locked with his, he pushed forward and into her depths with an effortless ease guided by the slickness of her inner walls.

“Oh, God!” Her walls were already fluttering around him, gripping him tightly and refusing to let him go.

“Fuck, Buffy!” he muttered into her skin. The magicks inside them began to shift, covering them in waves as it grew.

Experimentally he pulled out of her wet tunnel, groaning at the loss of sensation of her being around him, before pushing himself back in. Her legs immediately came up to band around his waist pulling him further into her.

“Oh God, Spike!” Buffy’s hands found his hair once more as she turned her cheek into his. Her breath brushing over his ear with each harsh pant. “Stop…no, don’t stop…never—oh God!” She mumbled incoherently, unable to move past anything but the feelings he was evoking so masterfully inside her, aided along by the magicks of their union.

Her breathing, though unneeded, refused to abate, instead growing into labouring pants as she kissed the side of his cheek desperately and squeezed her eyes shut. She was almost there—she could almost feel the first flutterings of her orgasm approaching.

“Buffy,” he whispered, completely overwhelmed by the feelings inside him. “Buffy. Buffy. Buffy.”

She was growing tighter around him with each thrust. He was almost there. Closing his eyes, Spike sent a silent prayer to the Powers That Be or whoever was listening that she would follow him over. He wouldn’t be able hold back, not this time at least.

Morphing into his demon visage he stared down at her passion filled expression. “Buffy.”

She looked up at him in his demon features and nodded, her head falling to the side as her hands pulled his head down to her neck. Spike let out a growl and sunk his teeth passionately into the buttery skin of her throat. Her muscles clenched around him automatically as Buffy threw her head back and screamed her release.

His own orgasm was triggered seconds later as Spike shot himself into the depths of her womb. The magick within them swelled to an almost unbearable pitch as he with drew his fangs from her throat.

“Mine,” he growled out as he looked down at her. Buffy morphed into her demon features and latched onto his neck taking three long pulls of his rich blood.

“Yours,” she returned with as much passion. The magicks within them exploded suddenly as the final word was spoken, completing the ritual. An almost blindingly white explosion of light was triggered, illuminating the entire room and spilling out through the curtains covering the window and onto the street before settling over them.

Both were unconscious when the light subsided, Buffy’s being emitting a soft white glow that seemed to encase Spike and hold him to her side—a physical manifestation of both the claim and bonding that had just taken place.

 
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