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Not Beneath Me by Tasha
 
(12) Let No Man Put Asunder
 
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Not Beneath Me - Chapter 12 (Let No Man Put Asunder)

By Tasha


Chapter Summary: Riley and Xander have a surprise planned for Spike that they hope will get Spike dusted. Buffy and Spike spent the night together in her bedroom. Dawn is at Giles' house. We begin where we left off in Chapter 11. Spike is watching over Buffy while she sleeps.

***Warning: This chapter is a definite NC-17. It includes graphic descriptions of sex between a male and a female. There is also a little bit of biting and blood play in this one. There is Riley/other at the end of this chapter, but you will see that it is necessary.***

Author's Note: Everyone has a different viewpoint on claiming, mating, etc for vampires. I've tried to define out how I feel about that subject within the terms of the story. I hope this will help clear up any possible confusions. (Tasha is now writing all of the chapters, solely. This story was adopted with the permission of Miss Kitty. Disclaimer and Distribution notes are listed in the Prologue of this story. Thank you ahead of time for reading and accepting or abiding by them.)

'Single' quote marks surround thoughts in this story. "Regular" quotes are around spoken words.




Spike strolled his fingers down Buffy's side while Buffy slept. Her body spooned in his embrace with her back to his chest. Never did he think he would have the chance to be this close to her, let alone touch her. He memorized every curve and dip with his fingertips. He vamped out into his game face to see her more clearly.

Although Buffy really hadn't overexerted herself while Spike pleasured her, she was pretty tired. All of her emotions and tensions tightened her muscles into firmly wrapped tight coils. The release of her orgasms unwrapped each tense muscle until her body felt like a blubbering mass. Her mind tried to stay awake for Spike's sake, but her body refused to heed to her will. As she drifted off to dreamland she hoped Spike would understand. She'd make it up to him somehow when she woke up.

Golden eyes savored every inch of the Slayer's body. The demon was quite proud of himself for his ability to please a woman. He'd learned many tricks over the decades, and he wanted to use every last one to bring His Slayer pleasure.

It was almost amusing how many vampires viewed sex and fidelity. For the strong, sex was a tool merely to gain satisfaction and release of one's tension or feel pleasure. Sex was also used to dominate or hold power over the young and weaker vampires. In some vampires it was an extension of love or passions shared, but it was uncommon for a vampire to find its true mate. Those who were fortunate enough to find their mate claimed or bound themselves to them. At that point everything was different and shared. One mate was usually still termed as the Alpha of the relationship, but that all depended on the individual vampire's personalities.

Mating was a sacred ritual to vampires. It was stronger than any human bonding or marriage. To claim a mate meant the pair was bound for eternity. When one mate died the other wound follow shortly to death not being able to bear the separation. A mate's mark was recognizable to others as a means of protection as well. If the vampire or vampires were strong, the identity of the mate's other half would be clear upon scenting. Otherwise it would simply be known that each one was mated to another.

Vampires did not encroach upon the relationship between mates like humans did to try and steal another's boyfriend or girlfriend. Among some of the familial clans an elder vampire might challenge a younger one's claim to mate within a certain timeframe of the original mating bite. This was rare, and it was only allowed if the challenging vampire was in a direct line of Sirehood. Even then just cause must be given, and the other mate must be willing to accept the challenger as their mate if the challenger won.

Spike's demon craved and loved Buffy as much as his William side did. His demon demanded that Spike claim all of Buffy properly and fully. It was a sign of the demon's love, his loyalty, and his willingness to protect her until death. In the back of his mind he feared Buffy's rejection. Once rejected another claim could not be reinitiated by him. Buffy would have to initiate a claim later if she changed her mind. He was also concerned that Angel would return to challenge the claim. With Angelus being his true Sire, he would have the right of challenge. Angelus was always a possessive bastard. He would challenge Spike if for no other reason than to keep Buffy from Spike. Once Buffy had a taste of being mated would she leave him for Angel, if challenged?

Spike's demon forced a snarl from Spike's mouth at the thought. Angel was always a sore spot of insecurity in the back of Spike's mind. As Angelus he'd taken from Spike anything he wanted or held dear. Would Spike survive if Buffy, as a mate, was taken from him? He doubted it. His undead heart would be crushed beyond repair. He would surely take a walk in the sunrise if that happened.

Perhaps it would be safer to talk to Buffy about a more familial claiming. It only needed to be one way. That kind of claiming mark served as a protective measure. It would bind Buffy to be protected by Spike's clan, the Clan of Aurelius, and more specifically himself. His clan was feared enough to serve as quite a distractive message to any wayward vampire that wished to tangle with the Slayer. Although other side effects were known to happen if the two involved had strong feelings for each other, they weren't common. This kind of mark was more easily broke if the claimed one wanted to accept a "stronger" champion.

Spike's demon was disgusted with the thought of only a familial bonding. He wanted Buffy as his true mate. William tried to calm the demon with thoughts that as a human Buffy might need to take this in steps and not just rush into everything full force. 'We want to be sure that she wants us as much as we want her, don't we?'

Spike sighed. 'Yes, but we've waited so long already. We can't take the chance that Peaches will come back soon. He never seems to stay completely away for long.' His gut twisted again at the thought of losing Buffy to his Sire. 'If he's even half the vampire he was, he'll feel the change in the family.'

'I fear the rejection as much as you if not more, Spike.' William sighed. 'I've faced nothing but rejection during my entire life. If she would so easily turn from us to Angelus then she was never really ours.'

Spike growled. 'I'll die before I let him take her from us. I was foolish to think that Dru was our destiny, but I still hate that her took her from me.'

'She was your "savior" in your eyes, Spike. It is understandable why you thought she was the one you should cherish above all.' William responded.

'Both of us want Buffy, William.' Spike reasoned with his inner ponce. 'We both know that we'd rather die than live without her.'

William nodded. 'I know.' He hoped that tonight was the first night of the best time of his life. It was a huge step for both of them, and he didn't think he could go back to being the dirt under her feet again. 'Okay. We'll try to explain it to her, but we have to be patient. If her Slayer side fights this we'll never win.'

'I think that there are a lot of things about the Slayer side of her that the humans don't realize. Why do you think the Slayer can sense vampires so well?' Spike might be just a demon, but he also knew how to feel his own. 'There is a bit of vampire demon in that Slayer. I just know it.'

'We'll have to hope you are right, Spike.' William mentally crossed his fingers. Spike seemed to have a certain intuition and ability to read people's thoughts and emotions. In this he needed to trust in Spike's abilities.

Spike pulled Buffy closer in his embrace. He draped his arm over her waist, caressing his hand up and down her abdomen to her chest. He nuzzled his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. He would never tire of smelling all that made up Buffy, slayer and human. Her scent called out to him. Everything felt like it was his to love, protect, and claim.

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Buffy cooed aloud while lost in her dreams. She was at peace, enveloped in warmth, and safe. She felt loved like she'd never felt before. Her arms outstretched, she twirled around with Spike in the sunlight of her dream. They ran through the lush green fields of a meadow. Wild roses and daisies interspersed amongst the green to add to the vibrant color of her dream. She felt the emptiness of her life disappear. Everything was so full of life. Here she was whole, complete at last.

Spike and Buffy laughed while they danced amongst the foliage. They raced each other to a nearby lake. Spike's skin seemed to glow in the sun's rays. Nothing seemed able to harm them here. Buffy dove into the water. She came up for air to a splashing Spike. Both of them playfully tossed water at the other. They were having a grand time together.

Their happiness was not to last. All too quickly the skies above darkened, and the clouds grew thicker to form a blanket over the sun. Spike was sucked underwater, and Buffy was thrown out onto the hard ground. She shivered, pulling a now dry sweater more tightly around her thin frame. Her eyes scanned the landscape searching for a place of refuge. She couldn't see Spike anywhere. She was afraid for him. A storm was brewing, and it looked like it would be quite a big one. She needed to find some cover and soon.

The wind whipped Buffy's hair back and forth. A landscape that was clear before was now littered with large stones, trees and other foliage. Tree branches pulled at her sweater. A trip over what appeared to be a headstone entangled her further. The sweater was ripped from her back and she landed face first in the dirt.

Buffy raised her face from the ground and spat out a mouthful of dirt. The sounds of snarling, crashing stones and raised angry voices echoed in the air. She fought the dizziness that clouded her brain when she tried to stand up. She held onto the headstone tightly when the two figures became clearer.

Riley, in game face, was attacking Spike full force. He lifted half of a broken headstone from the ground to pitch it at Spike's head. "She'll never be yours. My Sire will see to that." He snarled at Spike.

"No one will take Buffy from me." Spike ducked quickly and kicked out his foot at Riley's knees. When Riley hit the ground he laughed harder at Spike. "You can't stop it this time. Your twisted heart won't let you because you loved my Sire before."

Spike looked confused at Riley. He pulled him up by the collar. In full game face he demanded answers from Riley. "What are you blabbering about, pillock?"

Riley pointed towards Buffy. A dark, Victorian dressed, woman stood behind Buffy with a raised sword. So lost in the scene before her, Buffy didn't even notice the Vampiress sneaking up on her.

Spike dropped Riley. He took off in a run towards Buffy, screaming. "DRU! NO!" Riley's delighted laughter echoed through the dark night. The wind kicked up harder throwing debris around the now cemetery landscape.

Buffy turned around face to face with Dru. The two fought hard in a flurry of kicks and twists. The sword was knocked from Dru's hand. The point was embedded in a nearby tree. She heard Spike continue to call out to her from behind her, but he didn't seem to be getting any nearer to her. In a moment of distraction she turned around to find him.

Dru caught Buffy's arms in that moment. She pinned them behind Buffy's back. She leaned down to whisper into her ear. "Watch and learn, pet. Leave my men alone, Slayer."

Buffy watched in horror as Spike writhed in Riley's embrace. A needle stuck out of Spike's arm, and he seemed to grow weaker by the moment. What was wrong with him? Riley had to be a fledgling. Spike should be wiping the ground with Riley's hide.

"See what happens when you try to take what is mine?" Dru pushed Buffy closer to Spike and Riley. "I'll take them from you in any way I can." She nodded to Riley who now held a neatly sharpened stake.

One moment Buffy was staring into the blazing but glossy blue eyes of Spike, and the next she watched the mass of his dust blow away in the force of the wind.

"NO!" Buffy screamed.

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"RILEY NO!" Buffy screamed into the dark night. She lurched up in bed, grasping and punching at whatever she could reach.

Spike, who'd been confused at the scent of fear and increased heart rate of the sleeping Slayer, fell off the bed when Buffy punched him. "Easy there, Slayer." He climbed back onto the bed. He grabbed her hands, trying to calm her down. "Shh ... It was a nightmare, luv. Calm down, Spike's here."

Buffy openly sobbed. Her eyes opened to find herself no longer staring at the ex-commando but the penetrating blue eyes of the vampire she'd just seen dusted. She clutched onto Spike like a lifeline. "Oh God, Spike. He killed you." She wept.

Spike held Buffy against him. He rocked her back and forth in soothing motions. He learned a few things after spending a century with an insane Vampiress. "I'm here, Buffy." With great care he stroked his fingers through her long hair. "No one is taking me from you now."

"Spike ... Dru ... Riley ..." Buffy tried to tell him about her dream, but she couldn't form coherent sentences amongst the pain the dream had evoked. She scratched at his arms and back, trying to get as close to him as she could.

"Just a nightmare, luv." Spike kissed Buffy's forehead.

Buffy pulled back from Spike. She was desperate to assure herself that Spike wasn't dust. She needed him close to her. She needed to feel one with him, to make all of the nightmares go away. She wrapped her arms around the back of Spike's neck. She smashed her lips to his in a searing kiss.

Spike blinked. Buffy went from scared to practically devouring him whole. His demon beat at the surface to come forth. Spike pushed Buffy back onto the bed, covered her body with his and plunged his tongue into her mouth. His tongue battled with hers in a lover's embrace. He scooped it around her mouth just as he had her pussy a couple hours before. His hands gripped her hips hard.

Buffy moaned into Spike's kiss. She arched her back to press her body closer to his. Her hips rolled and rocked, coating his curls with the sweetness of her arousal. She nibbled on Spike's lower lip, suckling it into her mouth before she bit down on it hard.

Spike ground his cock into the mound of curls that covered her luscious gift. He tasted his own blood from the bite, and it stirred him further. "You should be careful about biting vampires, luv." He snarled, attacking her lips, neck and breasts with his mouth and tongue. He was able to keep his demon face buried, but human teeth bit and nibbled hickeys all over Buffy's upper torso and neck.

Buffy slipped her fingers into Spike's hair. She gripped his head to try to force his face back up to hers. She needed to feel him within her. She thought she'd die without being joined. "Spike, please. I need ..."

"What do you need, pet?" Spike growled. He removed Buffy's hands from his hair. One hand grasped both of hers and pinned her arms above her head. "Because I don't think you're in the place to make demands right now."

If anyone else heard the words he spoke they'd be afraid that Spike was hurting Buffy. She saw the look in his eyes when he spoke, and she knew that if she asked he would stop. He was toying with her. She squirmed underneath him. She wanted to tease him. His eyes were a tint of green as the demon fought to emerge, mingling his blue eyes with the demon's amber ones. "You, Spike. I need you. All of you."

Those words were music to Spike's ears, demon and man. He used his knee to push Buffy's legs further apart. His cock head hovered over Buffy's clit. He rubbed the tip back and forth over the sensitive area to tease her. "You think you can handle it?" He tormented her with words and movements, slipping the length of his cock up and down the length of her folds but never entering her.

Buffy whimpered. She twisted her hands to try to break free from his grasp. He held them together too tightly for her to make any headway though. She pleaded with him with her eyes. "Yes, Spike. I'll die without you. I love you."

The last of his will broke at those words. No longer was this a matter of playing with her. He had to have her. She loved him, and he loved her. With one sure and solid thrust he pulled back and pierced her pussy to the core.

"SPIKE!" Buffy screamed out in pleasure. She nearly came from his entry alone. Her fingernails bit into Spike's hand that held her. She bucked against Spike to meet his thrusts. With each push between them he was buried to the hilt in her heated canal.

"Cor, Buffy." Spike groaned. He couldn't believe just how she felt. He didn't usually have sex with humans. He'd forgotten just how hot it could be. The sensations could never be repeated with another vampire. She was also unbelievably tight. Did Captain Cardboard have that tiny of a prick or was this an effect of Slayer muscles? "You're so tight, luv. So bloody hot."

The two lovers writhed on the bed. Spike let Buffy's hands go. Her whimpers and begging to be able to touch him broke him. Buffy's fingernails scored Spike's back, drawing blood. The harder he pounded into her, the more lost she became. "Harder, yes. Fuck me. Please, harder."

Spike's demon kicked into high gear. He forced himself to the surface. With powerful thrusts he pounded Buffy into the bed. The headboard slammed against the wall so hard that it rattled the pictures on it. Each plunge was driven deep into Buffy's core. He buried his face into her breast. His fangs pierced either side of her nipple, and he lapped up the blood in slow pulls while he tormented the little nub.

"Yes!! Spike!!" Buffy squealed when Spike bit her. Her whole body tensed in pleasure. Her muscles tightened around Spike's cock, and she started to cum even harder than she had earlier to his tongue. She twisted back and forth in his arms, pressed her hands on his ass to push him hard against her body, and rubbed her clit against his curls to prolong her orgasm. "I love you!"

"Love you too!" Spike ground out in a muffled voice around her breast. He sat up off her chest. The sheer ambrosia of her blood and the pleasure of her body clenching and pulling on his cock were driving him insane. He wanted to hold off to make her orgasm again, but when he looked down to see the look in her eyes he froze.

Buffy's gaze locked with Spike's. She was in a state of nirvana. Heaven had to feel as good as this. She panted beneath him. With trust and love in her eyes she turned her head, pulled back her hair, and tightened her still pulsing center around him. She wanted him to know that she loved all of him. She knew he needed this, and she was willing to give it to him.

Spike dove for Buffy's neck. This was a gift even more precious than the one he was already receiving in her heat. He pumped several crushing thrusts into Buffy before his fangs slipped into her neck. He felt no pain in his head, but he paid no heed to anything but the sweet coppery liquid that slipped down his throat.

Buffy crashed over into another orgasm with the first pull of her blood. The pain of his fangs was nothing compared to when Angel drained her. It was certainly nothing like when the Master or Dracula bit her either. This was so much more than that. This was pleasure, not just pain. The pain was fleeting, and the pleasure was sustaining. Her body quivered and shook at the multiple crashes over the edge with each subsequent gulp that Spike took.

Spike's demon was in heaven. William was in a state of pure bliss. Both luxuriated in this joining. With the second pull Spike erupted into Buffy. Thick streams of his cool seed coated and filled Buffy from within. His milky cream soothed the inferno within Buffy's pussy, cooling it down some. He buried himself to the hilt, hitting her cervix, with the last pull of blood and burst of his cock.

"That was amazing." Buffy's heart was pounding rapidly in her chest. Every inch of her body tingled. Her fingers were wound tightly in his hair. She softly murmured words of love and encouragement as they both recovered from their orgasms. "I love you, Spike."

Spike removed his fangs from her neck. He listened intently to be sure that Buffy was in no danger from the blood loss. Both his William and Spike sides were pleased that they'd maintained the right amount of control to make love to the woman they adored. He laved attention to the twin pricks on her neck with his tongue. Content that the wounds were sealed; he wrapped his arms behind Buffy and flipped them over.

Buffy shrieked then giggled when she ended up on top of Spike. His cock was still hard within her. She'd only been with Angel the one time, and both of them had fallen asleep right afterwards. She didn't know if this was an example of vampire stamina or Spike stamina. Riley was always down for the night after he came once. This was a treat. She wriggled her hips back and forth.

Spike growled. "Rest pet." He slapped her butt playfully in chastisement.

"Oh, did I tire out the Big Bad?" Buffy teased.

"Far from it, pet." Spike arched his hips up thrust himself deeply within her a couple times to prove to her that her statement was not true. "But I did take some of your blood. I don't want you to be dizzy or anything."

Buffy nodded. She didn't feel light headed at all, at least not from blood loss. She was giddy with delight though. Warmth spread through her entire body. Every nerve ending felt more alive than it ever had.

"Besides after being awakened by your nightmare, I thought you might need a bit more sleep."

Reminded of her nightmare, Buffy clutched Spike hard. She buried her face in his chest. "I don't want to think about that now." She nipped at his nipple playfully. "Rest first. Play soon. Talk much later." She giggled.

Spike shook his head. "Little minx." Buffy was quite a lover. He ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you, Buffy."

Buffy looked up into Spike's eyes. "I love you too, William."

Spike's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't used to anyone calling him that anymore.

Buffy kissed Spike softly. She let one hand trail over the scars from when William was turned into a vampire. "We'll have to do something about these later." She smirked at him. She brought his hand up to caress the fang marks that were on her neck from him. "And we'll talk about these in the morning. I don't even want to think about how you were able to do that, tonight."

Spike nodded. He kissed Buffy again. They snuggled together to sleep. How had he been able to bite her? When he'd been thinking about claiming Buffy he hadn't spared a thought as to how he would bite her without the chip firing. Yet somehow he bit the Slayer, and the chip didn't fire. 'Interesting. She isn't running away from me either because I could do it. That is encouraging.'

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Riley stopped just short of his destination. Before him was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Her long dark tresses begged to have his fingers in them. Her odd style of dress told him that she must be a vampire. He approached her carefully. He usually chose his woman for the night from the sampling inside. Perhaps this woman was only stepping out for a moment.

The dark vampiress danced closer to Riley. She swayed slowly around him, crooning out her words to sound like a light lullaby. "There you are, my dark warrior. I've been waiting for you." She ran her fingertips down Riley's cheek.

"You've heard of me?" Riley was pleased. His reputation of being a good lover and customer must be preceding him. It delighted him to know that he could have this woman as his own for the night. For if she'd heard of him, she must work here too.

"Oh yes. I knew you would come to me." The woman stood in front of Riley. Her hands caressed down his arms to his waist. She cupped the front of his pants where he was sporting a nice erection. "Oooo ..." She purred. "My nice dark warrior. I shall enjoy the feel of you."

Riley concentrated on her face. The thought that she hadn't asked him for his money yet didn't occur to him. Right now he didn't care. He didn't want her to stop touching him. The Vampiress slipped into her game face. He gasped. "You're beautiful." He was amazed at how lovely this woman was even in her vampiric state. How could such a demon be so lovely?

"Close your eyes, pet." Her sharpened claws ripped his pants opening. She gripped his erection, the edges of her claws drawing blood. The mix of pain and pleasure made the human squirm even more. She gripped him tighter. She pushed him back against the stairs.

Riley moaned. 'This one is feisty. There's nothing passive about her. She is really hungry for me. I'm going to enjoy this one.' His hands wandered up the woman's torso until he could feel her pert nipples against the fabric. He pinched and massaged the full of her breasts as well as her nubs.

"You will help me punish my bad boy." The Vampiress lunged for Riley's throat. She tore into his jugular with her fangs. There was nothing slow or soothing about her bite. She tossed her skirt up and plunged herself down onto his cock.

"Gods!" Riley screamed out. His neck throbbed in pain while his cock pulsed in pleasure. The lingering thought that something was wrong was pushed aside. The mixture of pain and pleasure only aroused him further. "Yes. Oh yes. Fuck!"

The Vampiress pulled on the human's blood with strong gulps. When she felt his cock erupt within her, she ripped her fangs from side to side to make the holes larger. Her orgasm ripped through her body with the last pull needed of his blood. She collapsed on top of the nearly dead man.

She continued to twirl his stiff cock within her folds. "You will be the instrument of my revenge, my sweet." She tore a gash in her wrist. She then placed the bleeding wound at Riley's mouth. She forced his mouth open to receive her treat. When he eagerly gulped her blood, she came again. She waited for him to get enough blood before she removed her wrist from his mouth.

Their spendings dripped down her thighs when she picked up Riley to carry him to safety. This was the kind of sex that she'd been missing. She'd train this new Childe from the start to worship her body and do her bidding. She had plans for him. He wouldn't awaken right away, and the sun would be up soon. They needed shelter.

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Spike's eyes opened with a start. He was torn from his precious dreams by a feeling of foreboding. Something was wrong. Something had changed. Then he felt the lingering traces of the woman who'd left him behind and someone else. 'Dru, what have you done? Why are you here?'

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(To Be Continued)
 
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