Disclaimer: Joss would never do this to his characters...really he wouldn’t.

Author’s note: Once again thanks to the wonderful BTL who beta’s so magnificently.
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Chapter 27: Blood and Sex

The Scoobies and Buffy parted ways in front of the hospital. As much as Buffy wanted to be by Willow’s side as she recovered from yet another injury, she still had her unconscious mate slung over her shoulder and unconscious. He needed some serious blood in him.

She felt intense relief as she laid Spike down on their bed; he was home. She hadn’t even bothered to pay attention to the minions as she ascended the stairs, but now as Spike slept peacefully she had time to deal with the minions and the consequences of her actions.

She was heading to the fridge to get blood for Spike when Harmony darted out into the middle of the kitchen, distracting Buffy from her task.

“Buff...Mistress Elizabeth,” started Harmony correcting herself. “Thank you for the fledge, he’s dreamy. When he wakes up, I know he’ll be happy that I’m the one taking care of him.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and pushed Harmony out of the way. She slammed the door of the fridge open and pulled a blood bag out, O positive, Buffy’s private stash from the blood bank.

The Mistress of the clan ignored Harmony’s further attempts to get her attention, as she ripped open the bag, and dumped its contents into a waiting mug, and placed it into the microwave.

As the seconds counted down Buffy could feel Spike slowly wake upstairs.

“Mistress Elizabeth, I was wondering if I could get, um, permission to leave the house?” asked Harmony just as the microwave beeped. “I can’t be a good caretaker of a new fledge if I can’t teach him how to hunt. I need to get out of here,” continued Harmony with a whine.

Buffy answered the fledge’s query with a punch in the nose.

Harmony’s wails sounded throughout the house. Buffy helped herself to the mug of blood, letting the warm liquid slid down her throat. She handed the now empty mug to Harmony.

“Here, wash this,” ordered Buffy, as she left the kitchen and headed up the stairs to her mate.

Once in the room, Buffy sat down on the bed next to her waking mate. His eyes fluttered open with a groan.

“Buffy,” he whispered into the darkness of the room.

“Right here Spike,” she said with feeling. He tried to raise his head towards her, but had difficulty moving his muscles the way that he wanted to. In one fluid motion, Buffy raised him to a seated position, his head at her neck.

“Drink, baby,” she cooed, pressing his face towards the marks on her neck.

She felt him shift into game face and the pinpricks of pain that shot through her as he slid his fangs into her skin. The pull of her blood out of her body was intense. She could feel herself get weaker as Spike fed off her, but she wasn’t going to make him stop. He needed this and she could always make herself more blood down stairs. Riley’s blood, that was still lubricating her veins, had to be good for something after all.

The reaction to Spike feeding from her was immediate, a new wetness in her pants made itself known, and her free hand wound itself down the length of her torso and began undoing the zipper of her jeans.

Buffy pushed at the garment restricting her from achieving satisfaction. Slowly, gently, Spike’s fingers interwove with hers. The action brought a smile to Buffy’s face; he was becoming stronger with each pull of blood. Soon, Spike had even rolled her back onto the bed and was pulling her jeans off her body himself, his fangs still embedded in her neck.

Her diminishing strength made it possible for Spike to overpower her. Soon she was naked and spread open for him to take what was his. He licked the wound on her neck closed before gazing down at the naked beauty that was before him.

“Love,” he purred. “You rescued me.”

Buffy nodded, her eyes watering at the emotion. She had lost him. Buffy knew just how painful it would have been if she had really lost him forever. She’d had that experience before, when she had thought he was dead after Kendra dropped an organ on him.

“Of course I did,” she whispered back. “I can’t live without you. I love you Spike. You are mine, my lover, my sire, my mate.”

“Love you too Goldilocks,” he responded, looking down her naked body.

“Make love to me, Spike, William. I need you. I almost lost you again.” One of the tears that had been threatening to fall, coursed down her cheek, landing on the comforter she lay on.

Spike pulled back from her only long enough to divest himself from the clothes that were restricting him from fully possessing his mate.

Hard and ready, Spike slid his cock into her wet channel, eliciting a coo of pleasure from his Goldilocks. Buffy closed her eyes as he filled her up. It was a feeling that she couldn’t live without, however long The Powers decided that she was going to remain on this earth. It completed her, like she was a puzzle missing the final intricately shaped piece. Spike was that piece. He was just so right.

Slowly, he slid in and out of her channel, his movements conveying just how grateful he was to her, how much he loved her. Beneath him, Buffy rocked against his pelvis, her legs wrapping around his torso, pressing them closer together, forcing him deeper within her.

I love you Spike, she cried out in her head, even as some incomprehensible grunt left her lips.

I love you Buffy, came his reply, his trusts working steadily faster, the sounds of flesh slapping together, filled the room, along with their combined grunts and moans and cries.
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Anyanka, who was now a bona fide Vengeance Demon again, teleported into her bedroom just in time to hear Buffy scream out her pleasure at climax. The sound instantly made Anya want to find Xander for many pleasurable orgasms.

And she was in the mood for orgasms. Her boss, D’Hoffryn, was not a pleasant man to have to talk to when he was in a bad mood. Anya had spent the whole of the day trying to persuade him that she was back in the vengeance fold and ready for work.

He was clearly in need of some convincing.

Anya’s conscience though was another matter. Her wish to turn Cordelia into a demon clearly took care of Amy’s payment for helping Anya get her pendant back. Buffy still needed to be paid.

Buffy needed a wish.

Another scream from the room down the hall shook the walls. Buffy was clearly having a good time.

I wonder what Buffy will wish for, wondered Anya.
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Pleasantly pleasured, Buffy stumbled downstairs for another mug of blood. Harmony had long vacated the kitchen, thankfully. Spike was asleep upstairs and was probably going to sleep for the rest of the night and the rest of the following day.

It’s just as well, thought Buffy as she drank down another mug of blood. I’ve got a witch in the hospital to visit.

Buffy made her way to the hospital, ordering minions to guard the house even more carefully. Not only did they have a missing commando within the walls, but Faith was more than likely going to start on a rampage any moment now.

Buffy entered the hospital to see Xander, Giles, and Amy looking lost and tired in the waiting room. Buffy immediately thought the worst.

“Is she…” the vampire started.

“No,” began Giles. “The doctors are confident that she’ll be fine once they can get her heart rhythm back to normal. The voltage in the tazer was well above the safe limit for human beings.”

“They don’t understand how she could be alive at all,” noted Amy.

“Willow’s lucky to be alive,” muttered Xander, his gaze looking up at Buffy, the hint of an accusation beneath his eyes.

“You know that I’d never let anything happen to Willow, Xan,” Buffy defended herself. “Those army guys will pay for tonight.”

“Are you going to eat the commandos?” asked Amy.

All eyes were on the vampire, wondering what her response was going to be.

“Thinking about it,” answered Buffy truthfully.

What they didn’t know was that one of them was already dead and lying in the minion quarters of her house. What would they say if they knew that Riley was the first life she’d taken?

“Are they letting people see her?” asked Buffy finally, after an awkward silence.

Amy shook her head in the negative. “She’s hooked up to some very complicated machinery. Apparently our heartbeats will confuse the machines. We have to stay out of the room until the doctors say so.”

“I don’t have a heart beat,” explained Buffy unnecessarily before heading off to Willow’s room.

Buffy found Willow by smell, no need to ask the nurses on duty or even look at the names on the doors. Inside Willow was hooked up to a plethora of beeping machines. The red head looked so small in the face of such machinery. Quietly, Buffy knelt down beside her friend and took her slender hand.

“Oh Wills, I am so sorry. Again,” whispered Buffy into the darkness. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gotten you involved.”

“I remember telling you that I’d help,” came Willow’s breathy voice. “My fault too. This time.”

Buffy tried to laugh, but just ended up crying. Willow’s eyes were still closed but she was awake.

“Buffy, don’t cry. I’m okay. Once again, medical science has saved my life,” explained Willow with difficulty.

“What happens when medical science can’t save your life?” the vampire asked tearfully.

“That’s where you turn me into a vampire. Do I really need to have it explained to you?” Willow joked with a smile. “I know that someday, I’ll get myself into trouble, and you’ll do it. I don’t really know how I feel about it, but I have no doubt that you won’t just let me die.”

“I couldn’t. I won’t let you die, Wills. You are my best friend. I want you to live,” agreed Buffy, still holding Willow’s hand.

“Or unlive,” added Willow. “How’s Spike?”

Buffy breathed a sigh out of her dead lungs. “He’s undead, sleeping at home, comfortably. I don’t know what they did to him, but I’m sure he’ll tell me when he’s ready.”

“Good,” whispered Willow.

Silence filled the room again, except for the incessant beeping of the machines that littered the room. Willow’s breathing fell into a pattern, indicating that the witch was asleep.

Stealthily, Buffy removed her hand from Willow’s and exited the room. Willow was okay, Spike was okay. Almost everything was right with the world.
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It took a few more days before Willow was allowed to leave the hospital. Days in which Buffy spent trying to track down the one other person she needed to know if she was okay. Faith.

Buffy hadn’t seen Faith since she’d used the slayer to get into the commandos’ base. Giles hadn’t seen her either. She had clearly taken the threat of not being a welcome guest in his house as truth.

Buffy slammed the front door of her house open as she came in from another futile search of Sunnydale for the Slayer.

There was a minion, waiting just out of the sunlight for her.

“Mistress, the new one, he is awake. Harmony is taking care of him.”

With a nod of acknowledgement, Buffy headed off in search of Harmony and Riley. As she reached the stairs to the minion quarters, sounds Buffy really didn’t want to hear, started to invade her senses.

“Oh ya baby, just like that,” came Harmony’s voice from the basement.

Harmony was getting it on with Riley.

Wonder what Faith would think if she knew that her boy toy was getting on with the blond air head? Buffy asked herself as she descended the stairs.

Buffy took a moment to take in the scene as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Two naked bodies writhed in the middle of the floor. Harmony obviously didn’t care that everyone was watching, some minions jerking off in response to the display on the floor.

Buffy raised an eyebrow as Harmony had her way with a very bound and gagged Riley.

So maybe Riley did put up a sort of protest, Buffy noted to herself.

Harmony screamed her completion just as Buffy reached her side. Harmony had fresh marks on her neck, Riley’s marks if Buffy was correct. Riley had fed and now he was paying for it.

With a swift kick to the head, Harmony found herself up against a wall, her cum dribbling down her leg. Riley, however was still hard and gagged on the floor, his eyes bugged out at Buffy’s appearance in the room.

Buffy ignored Riley for the moment and advanced on Harmony.

“I never said you could fuck him,” Buffy noted with a sneer.

“Never said I couldn’t,” observed Harmony snidely. “No one’s fucked me since I got here. I needed a little attention,” she continued softly, as if seeking pity.

Instantly Buffy’s hand was griping Harmony’s throat and the blond bimbo was hanging in the air as Buffy held her aloft.

“I have dusted minions for less than that Harmony,” barked Buffy.

It was comical really. Sex was all about power for the vampires in this house, well except for Buffy and Spike. The minions used sex as a reward, a way to get in good with the vamps above them in the totem pole of the clan. That Harmony was hated by the Mistress did her no good. No minion wanted to contaminate him or herself by dallying with Harmony. Harmony was scum in the house. Buffy had hoped that it would stay that way for a good long time. Even the fledges that had been sired recently were higher up the hierarchy than Harmony.

A few incomprehensible whimpers left Harmony’s lips before Buffy let her down.

“Get dressed,” Buffy ordered, turning back to Riley’s naked form on the ground. “It’s time to discuss what happens to Mr. Finn.”
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