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Chapter 12

The journey from Revello Drive to the Magic Box had been relatively uneventful. Two fledglings and a Z’orath Demon had crossed their path, and similarly dispatched. The thrill of fighting together again had made them smile; it had been such a long time for both of them.

As Buffy removed the keys to the Magic Box from her pocket, Spike wrapped his arms around her from behind, and started to nuzzle his mark. Unable to resist him, she pushed her body back against his, her pert little behind moving rhythmically against his hardening erection.

“Open the door, pet” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve had this fantasy of shagging you over the research table for years.”

Buffy laughed softly before she answered. “So have I, Spike.”

She could not have spoken more encouraging words.

They fell through the door, giggling like teenagers, strong arms wrapped around each other, lips fused together in passion. The shop door was barely closed behind them before Spike had spun around, trapping Buffy’s body with his. Her hands threaded through his hair, holding his lips against hers.

Spike’s hands were busy on the fastening of her jeans, while Buffy was struggling to remove his duster. Laughing, they separated, and continued to remove their clothes in unison.

“I don’t believe we’re going to do this here, Spike” she smiled at him.

He curled his long tongue behind his top teeth, as he grinned back. “Oh, we are so doing this Buffy.” Pointedly looking down at his rock hard dick, already weeping with pre-cum, his grin became almost feral. “If you don’t take care of ‘Spike junior’ soon, luv, I might need to take him in hand.”

Buffy couldn’t help her reaction to his nickname for his dick. Her laughter filled the room as her small hand wrapped around him, stroking him gently. His eyes closed at her touch, and he thrust gently against her warm palm.

“God pet,” he whispered. “Do you know what you do to me?”

Her eyes drifted from his rapture-filled face to her small fist wrapped lovingly around him. Continuing her ministrations, she moved her lips against her mark on his neck. Sucking the bite hard enough to leave a bruise, her clit twitched in response to the increased sexual pleasure Spike transmitted through the claim.

Spike’s head fell forward against her shoulder. “We need to slow this down luv, before I shoot all over the door.”

“Ewwww,” she exclaimed. “I am so not cleaning that up.”

Holding her close to his hard body, he placed gentle kisses on her face. “Take me in your mouth, kitten” he begged. “Please Buffy; I want to feel your mouth around me.”

Green eyes widened in alarm and she found it hard to keep the trepidation from her voice. “I’ve….never…..” she stuttered.

Spike gently cupped her face in his hands. “Then we won’t do that until you’re ready, sweetheart.”

Grateful that he understood, she lifted her face for a kiss. His tongue was gentle against hers as he coaxed hers into play.

“Let me take care of you, kitten” he breathed against her still-open mouth. Taking her hand gently in his, he led her to the large round table in the centre of the shelves. “Lie back baby, and let Spike see his pretty cunny.”

As she lay back smiling, she had to comment.

“For one of the most romantic guys I’ve met, you can have such a potty mouth at times, Spike.”

Spike’s hands were kneading her breasts, the nipples hard beneath his palms. His mouth was on her belly, his tongue making love to her navel as if it were her mouth. Lifting his head, he grinned wolfishly at her before he replied.

“But you like my potty-mouth, don’t you baby. Especially when I do this.”

Dropping to his knees, he pulled her glistening sex to his mouth. His mouth attached itself to her clit, and he sucked it hard between his lips. Spike pushed his fingers deep inside her cunt as she rode his face. He could feel her legs tremble against his shoulders, and he knew her orgasm was near. Keeping his mouth in constant contact with her clit; he rose slowly from his knees.

“Gonna take you now, baby.” He mouthed against her clit. “I need to be inside you, luv, I can’t wait any longer.”

Buffy was incoherent with need. Her whole body quivered as he slowly pushed inside her. Spike felt her orgasm hold his dick tightly in its grip as he followed her into the abyss. He let his body weight fall on her as his fangs descended to bite hard into his mark. The walls of her sweet quim fluttered around him as she reinforced her own claim by biting his neck.

Slowly Spike withdrew from her cunt, and stood back to watch their mingled fluids flow from her. He thought he had never seen a sight so beautiful. Desperate to taste, Spike held her thighs apart as he licked her clean.

Buffy lay replete against the table. Her mate, lover, fighting partner and best friend, made her feel the most special woman in the world. His strength, love and devotion poured into her soul from the claim, and she knew she would never find his like again.

“I love you, Spike.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He held out his hand to help her from the table. “We better get some clothes on luv; don’t fancy showing my dangly bits to the whelp.”

Helpless laughter rose in her throat. Smiling, he held her close to him and softly kissed to top of her head. In silent agreement, they started to gather their clothes.

Watching her dress was as much a turn on as watching her undress. He wanted her again, and could feel his manhood rise. Buffy suddenly stopped dressing as he let the claim betray his feelings.

“Down buster” she warned without rancour. “The gang will be here any minute.” Without warning, she burst into laughter.

Staring at his love as the tears rolled down her face, he wondered what was so funny.

“What’s so funny, luv?” he asked, a small frown creasing his features.

Her laughter increased as she caught sight of his troubled look.

“The ‘whelp’ has a girlfriend” she chuckled. “And you are gonna just love her.”

Perplexed by her statement, he continued to frown at her. Why would he love anyone else, he loved her?

“Anya is an ex-vengeance demon, Spike. She’s human now, and just wait till you hear her conversation.”

Shaking his head slightly, he just smiled at her. “And why would that be, pet?”

She smiled cheekily at him as she replied. “I don’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

Spike tilted his head slightly and smiled at her. She was obviously hiding something from him about this Anya, and his curiosity was peaked. He almost couldn’t wait to meet her.

They quickly redressed and sat down to wait. Buffy kept staring at the table and giggling to herself. She would never be able to sit down to research again without thinking of making love to Spike. It would certainly take the boredom out of looking through dusty tomes with Giles.

Spike leaned slightly towards her and took hold of her hand. Lifting it to his lips, he gently kissed each knuckle as his eyes held hers in a thrall. He loved this woman with all his being, and she returned his love. He felt complete.

Noises in the street penetrated their reverie, and they looked at the door of the shop in anticipation of the Scooby invasion. Xander, the first to arrive, pushed the door inwards causing Buffy to burst into peals of laughter. Neither she nor Spike had locked the door when they had arrived, their need for each other taking precedence over anything else. If the Scoobies had arrived a few minutes earlier they would have been treated to the sight of Buffy and Spike fucking solidly on the table.

Anya entered in Xander’s wake, sniffing the air.

“Buffy,” she queried. “Have you been having sex with the vampire sitting next to you? Did he give you many orgasms?” Anya’s eyes looked their fill and she smiled. “He looks as though he knows how to please a woman.” She continued to talk, ignoring the open-mouthed look of the man at her side. “I said to Xander just tonight that you needed a man to give you orgasms instead of your hand.” Turning her head towards Xander, she smiled. “Vampires make fantastic lovers, Xander. They have tremendous stamina, and God, what they can do with their tongue.”

Spike stared in disbelief at Xander’s girl-friend. In all his unlife he had never heard such honesty or forth-rightness. This woman had instantly earned his respect.

He couldn’t help his nature, he just had to comment. “Had many vampire lovers pet?” He knew that he would receive and honest answer and he hoped her words would needle the whelp.

Anya’s smile almost lit the room. For the first time since she had been part of the group, someone was interested in what she had to say. “I’ve had several, including Dracula” she confided. “But I have to say the best was a vampire in 1358.” Spike watched fascinated as her eyes seemed to cloud with memory. “Cornelius could turn me over and I’d be half way to happy land with just a look.”

Xander finally found his voice. “Ahn!” he squealed.

Before Anya could reply, Willow and Tara walked through the door. The young Wiccans stood hand in hand just inside the open doorway, startled at the pitch of Xander’s voice.

Spike looked passed the warring couple, and smiled a sweet smile. “Hi Red, how’ve you been?”

Willow quickly assessed the situation. Spike and Buffy sat very close together and the beatific smile on her best friend’s face told its own story.

“Fine Spike, you?”

“I’m good Red, really good.”

Pulling Tara further into the shop, Willow smiled at the seated couple. “I’d like you to meet Tara, Spike. She’s my partner, and we’ve been together a few years now.”

Tara eyes were slightly downcast with shyness, and she peeked through her lashes at the famous Spike. She smiled at him and stammered a small “Hi”.

Spike, ever the gentleman, stood up and walked towards the shy blonde witch. Lifting her free hand to his lips, he executed a small bow as he kissed it. “Please to meet you Tara, I hope we can be friends.”

Overwhelmed at such beautiful manners, Tara blushed hotly as she smiled at the vampire holding her hand. Finally finding the courage to lift her eyes, she was struck dumb at the aura emanating from the slayer and the vampire. Their auras melded together, filling the room. Their combined power almost sparked with energy. Tara knew she was in the presence of something special.

Returning to Buffy’s side, Spike decided that Red had picked well. This lovely shy young woman obviously kept Willow grounded, and as he had held her hand he had felt her power.

Anya, determined not to be left out, looked directly at Spike. “So, I finally get to meet the famous Spike.” Holding out her hand across the table, Spike felt compelled to shake it in welcome. “I’m Anya, Xander’s girl-friend. Nice to meet you, Spike.”

“Nice to meet you, Anya” Spike smoothly replied.

Sitting back in his chair, Spike was slightly bewildered by the changes in the dynamics of the group he left behind. Tara and Anya had been accepted as partners of established Scoobies, maybe this was going to be easier than either he or Buffy anticipated.

Xander will still glaring in fury at Anya as the Scoobies assembled round the table. Finally he seemed to notice Spike’s presence and his eyes almost popped from his head when he spotted Buffy and Spike’s joined hands. Looking at no one in particular, he could not help but comment.

“Does anyone else see something wrong with this picture here?” His hand was moving back and forth trying to bring everyone’s attention to the closeness of Buffy and Spike.

Willow turned her eyes to Xander as she answered his question. “No, not really, Xander.”

Buffy giggled into her hand as Spike smirked at Xander. She already knew that Willow and Tara understood how she felt about Spike; the real threat to their fledging relationship was Xander.

Xander stared at Spike, hatred evident in his eyes. “Why are you back, Spike?”

“Well,” Spike drew out the word to prolong Xander’s agony. “I thought I’d come back; claim the Slayer; shag her senseless then kill whatever is trying to kill Dawn.” Smirking at the obviously angry man, he sat back in his chair with arms folded and waited for the reaction.

Buffy giggled at Spike’s statement. The lovers waited on the explosion that would surely come once Xander processed Spike’s words.

“You bastard,” Xander spat as he turned angry eyes on Buffy. “Are you just gonna sit there and let this moron talk about you like that?”

Buffy smiled at her friend before she replied. “Spike’s telling you the truth, Xand.” Turning her head, she shook her head belatedly at Spike’s statement. “He could have put it better, but he is being honest.”

Quickly deciding her friend needed more, she went on to explain Dawn’s part in Spike’s return. When she came to the part of how she and loved and missed her vampire for three years, Xander’s eyes almost popped from his head.

“You honestly mean to tell us that you LOVE HIM?” Xander’s voice rose in consternation.

“Love him, want him, need him and yes, Xander, I have become his mate.” Suddenly all playfulness was removed from her voice. “And for the record, Xander, if you want to stay my friend you will keep your mouth shut and say nothing. Spike is here to stay, and I won’t listen to you bad-mouth him.” Staring pointedly at Anya, she continued. “None of us object to your relationship with Anya, and she killed more men when she was a demon than Spike ever did.”

Listening to his mate berate Xander, made Spike proud. Glancing at Anya, he winked when he caught her eye. Smiling back at the blonde vampire, Anya gave him a small smirk. A bond of understanding passed between them at that moment, and Spike knew he had found an ally.

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Outside the Magic Box, cloaked by an invisibility spell, stood one of Jansen’s minions. So, the slayer had mated with a master vampire had she? This was news that his master would be very interested in.

Returning to the lair, the minion spent a long time alone with his leader. As predicted, Jansen was very interested in what the minion had to say. Dismissing him, he sat back to think. To lose her sister would hurt the slayer, but to lose a mate would destroy her completely.

Their plans would have to change.

The capture of the vampire would be more difficult than abducting a mere human girl. The advantage they had was that the slayer and her friends were expending so much energy in trying to protect the girl, that they had forgotten the whole point of the prophecy.

She only had to lose someone who shared her blood, and whom she loved. The vampire would be a far better prospect, he would be able to stand more pain than the girl, and the torture could take a long, long time.

Rubbing his hands in glee, he called his most trusted acolytes to his side. Informing them the new developments, he asked for suggestions as to how they capture him. They would have to be careful considering the claim and the strength of an old vampire.

Some suggested that he just be staked rather than captured, but Jansen was determined to make the slayer watch. He realised that not only did they need to have the slayer’s bonds enhanced to keep her trussed while they tortured her mate, but he would need to enhance his bonds too.

What a pleasure this would be.

They did not have long, the Blood Red Moon would happen the following night. They must capture the vampire and the slayer as soon as possible, and ensure everything was prepared.

They would do it tonight.

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While the Scoobies were discussing the slayer’s new relationship, Giles, Joyce and Dawn arrived at the Magic Shop to join them. After all the revelations of the last few hours, Giles felt exhausted and angry. His actions had been called into question, and his slayer had mated with a vampire.

The same bastard of a vampire who had turned his father over twenty years ago; and he had been forced to stake his own flesh and blood. Something he could neither forgive, nor forget.

Trying hard to keep his hatred from his face, he looked at the ensemble gathered in the shop. They were all talking at once, but his eyes were drawn to Xander. The boy seemed to vibrate with antagonism against Spike; a feeling he sympathised with. He knew he had found an ally.

If Spike wanted to replace Dawn, he was more than happy to let him. The effect Spike’s death would have on the slayer might be catastrophic, but he would deal with her grief once the bastard was out of her life forever.

He almost relished it.

He would bide his time tonight, and try to get Xander on his own. Between them, they would deliver the vampire to his future tormentors…………with pleasure.

How he would find them when the whole gang had been searching since the prophecy came to light was something he would have to consider carefully. It was then he remembered that they had contacted Clem; he would speak to him later.

He wondered if he would be allowed to watch the vampire die too. Now that would be a bonus.