Chapter 11 – Head Games
Daylight, alright
I don’t know, I don’t know if it’s real
Been a long night and something ain’t right
You won’t show, you won’t show how you feel
No time ever seems right
To talk about the reasons you and I fight
It’s high time to draw the line
Put an end to this game before it’s too late
Head games, it’s you and me baby
Head games, and I can’t take it anymore
Head games, I don’t wanna play
Foreigner
The prophecy was constantly
on her mind even if it was only in a small recessed corner. It was still there,
turning and changing it’s meaning from the first time Elijah had recited it to
her. Raven didn’t understand all of the implications of the almost mathematical
equation it appeared to be. The First had said it was about her parents and
from there she had deduced part of the puzzle.
Thrice tempted…
It had to be her father. He
had already been tempted twice so she knew that this journey and probably Dylan
himself was the bait to take him away from them and his purpose. The only
person she had confided in was Connor. She trusted him with her life why not
her secrets? They had spent hours trying to figure it out together. The
conclusion they had reached was that Spike’s first temptation had been for
love, since Donna had cared about him in a way that Buffy never had, and the
second was easily identified as lust. The third one had them stumped. What
could Dylan offer her father that he couldn’t get from his wife and family?
There was of course the
obvious but she had dismissed that as being too easy.
Meeting Dylan had only left
her even more perplexed because she had felt his attraction to her. Elijah had
only said that the young man wasn’t good so it wasn’t like he wasn’t radiating pure
evil. All she knew was that she needed to get to know him better and see what
she could learn. She couldn’t interfere in the choices her parents made without
possibly messing everything up but she could perhaps influence the things that
were influencing them.
With that in mind, Raven led
her friends, Rona, Molly and Amanda, downstairs to go patrolling. She smiled to
herself when she saw Dylan right where she wanted him.
“Go on out, you guys,” Raven
said. “I’ll be there in just a second.”
Once they were gone, she
approached the man who was studying their family pictures that hung on the wall
in the living room. No one else was about. The grownups who had gone out hadn’t
invited Dylan to accompany them. None of them really appreciated the sarcasm
that he had freely thrown about during dinner. Her parents were upstairs and
she figured Angel and Cordy were in the study so that left Dylan alone.
Poor thing,
she thought sarcastically. Let’s see how
much you want to play.
“Hey,” Raven said, coming to
stand beside him. He glanced at her briefly then returned his gaze to the
photos. “There’s quite a few of us isn’t there?”
“Yeah, there are,” Dylan
said. He reached up and pointed to a couple that was between a photo of her and
Elijah. “Who are they?”
“My parents.”
“Biological then?”
Of course you half-wit, Raven thought but she smiled gently at him. “Yes
they were my parents, but so are Buffy and Spike. We’re family. All of us.”
“That’s good,” Dylan
responded.
His tone almost sounded
sincere but Raven pushed the thought away. It wouldn’t do her any good to feel
sorry for him.
“Yes, it is. Love is a good
thing, you know.”
“Of course it is,” Dylan
said with a chuckle. “You don’t need to tell me that.”
“Hmm, don’t I?” Raven ran a
finger across her father’s face in a photo of him and Buffy lying in the
hammock. She decided to go with a full attack and see what she could uncover. “My
father is a pretty special man. Always a paradox…like about love. It’s his
greatest strength and it’s also his greatest weakness.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I want you to
understand that you’ll never get him.”
“Get who?”
“My father,” Raven said,
turning to look at Dylan who was looking uncomfortable.
“Why are you telling me
this?” Dylan asked, wrapping one of her curls around his finger. “Maybe it’s
you I fancy.”
“I doubt it,” Raven smiled
and took a step closer to him. “You know you’re kind of pretty yourself. All
cocky and sure of yourself…makes for a very sexy package and you know…you might
get him.”
“If I wanted him…”
“You might catch him when
he’s lonely enough, drunk enough or just plain horny enough and get him into
bed…”
“Do you always talk about
your father like this? Kind of perverted, isn’t it?”
“And you might keep him
there for a day or two, maybe a week or a month and if you’re as good as you
think you are, maybe even years but you know what?”
“What?” Dylan asked,
slipping his hand around her waist.
“He’ll come home…to her…to
us…because we love him.”
“You don’t think I can?”
His head tilted as he seemed
to move in for a kiss.
“Not like she does,” Raven
said, planting a hand on his chest. “No one can. She is the only one who he
really knows him and frankly, you’re not man enough to handle him.”
“And like I said,” Dylan
said, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “Maybe it’s you I want.”
“I’m spoken for,” Raven
said, laughing as she stepped back. “And all I have to do is speak louder than
normal and you’ll have to explain what you’re doing to a couple of
overprotective vampires and my boyfriend.”
“It was worth a shot,” Dylan
said, shrugging his shoulders with a grin. “Whatever. No skin off my nose.”
“You want to go patrolling
with us?”
“Now, why would I want to do
that?”
“Your choice,” Raven said,
turning toward the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder. “No skin off my
nose if you want to stay here and contemplate the fact that at this very moment
she’s upstairs fucking his brains out.”
Dylan followed her.
~~~~~~~
Spike moaned.
It was barely audible and he
prayed she didn’t hear.
She did.
And the movements of her
hips stilled.
“William was a very naughty
boy,” Buffy whispered, rising until only the tip of his cock remained in the
wet warmth of her cunt. “Now he has to lose his pleasure.”
Her tongue ran along his
sternum sending chills through his overheated body. He watched through
desperate eyes as she rose above him. Her knees were planted on either side of
his hips, her eyes holding his until he caught sight of her hand slipping
between her legs. He watched as her fingertips played with the very thing he
was starving for.
”Do you want this?” Buffy asked, rubbing herself slowly.
“Yes,” Spike muttered, his
mouth watering at the scene before him.
“Have you missed this?”
“God, yes…”
“Not God,” Buffy whispered.
“Who am I?”
“My Buffy…my everything,”
Spike pledged. “I love you.”
He desperately wanted to
break free of the tethers and handcuffs that kept him at her mercy but he
played by the rules and waited. He watched as she brought herself to orgasm then
fell against him. Her breaths came in hot pants against his stomach. Each
exhale a tease that sent him further into his frustration. She giggled and
nipped at his hipbone.
Spike wanted to plead for
completion but he wasn’t ‘allowed’ to speak unless spoken to. He willed himself
to remain still until she was ready. It was a relief when Buffy finally sat up,
straddling his thighs, her hands running along his hips.
“Do you want to cum?”
“Yes.”
Her fingertips brushed the
underside of his cock. He had to fight the urge to buck when a fingernail was
scraped across the tip. She was driving him to the brink of madness. He sucked
his lower lip between his teeth to keep from screaming. And when she rose again
he breathed a sigh of relief. When she slipped him back inside her heat he
wanted to rejoice. She rode him hard, watching him, eyes never leaving his as
she took him to completion.
And he didn’t move or make a
sound until he ejaculated. Her walls clamped down on him taking every drop he
offered and he closed his eyes in exhaustion. Buffy was a master at the games
now and she never failed to take him to the extreme edge of pleasure.
“Wear you out, vampire?”
Buffy asked, her long brunette hair brushing along his torso. She peppered
kisses along his body until her face was hovering over his.
“Yeah, pet, you did,” Spike
said, shaking his hands as she unlocked the handcuffs. He sat up and undid the
leather clasps around his ankles. “But it felt good.” He leaned over to kiss
her before he settled in the bed next to her. “You never fail to please me.”
“Learned everything from
you,” Buffy whispered. Her hand drifted across his chest before resting over
his heart. “Is there anything else that you desire?”
“Why do you ask that?” He
laughed at the seriousness of her face. There really wasn’t a lot that they
hadn’t tried yet and he couldn’t think of anything else that wouldn’t cross
that final line into total depravity. Someplace he didn’t want to take her.
Her hand slid between his
legs. She cupped his soft cock for a moment before sliding further down. Instinctively
his legs spread as she delved beneath even his balls.
“Do you want this?” Buffy
asked, tickling his anus.
“Do I want what?” Spike
asked, laughing.
“Do you to be fucked?” Buffy
asked, her finger pushing inside of him even while she blushed.
Spike pulled away. He stared
at her for a second before shaking his head.
“You want to bugger me? You
don’t exactly have the equipment, Luv.”
“There’s…other ways. Things,
I mean, toys we can use.”
He couldn’t help but laugh
again. She had to be putting him on.
“You want to wear a strap on
and fuck me? That’s bloody hilarious. Why don’t you just ask
“Excuse me,” Buffy huffed,
rolling off the bed. She grabbed his discarded shirt and slipped it on. “I was
only trying to offer you something you might want. So, glad it’s a fucking joke
with you.”
“You were serious?”
“I was but you can go to
hell now,” Buffy declared, reaching into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of
water.
Spike was waiting when she
closed the door. He spun her around, pushing her against the appliance with his
arms on either side of her.
“What is this all about,
pet?”
“Don’t even go all evil
vampire on me. It doesn’t work.”
“So, give me an answer.”
“What do you want to hear?”
“The truth,” Spike said,
refusing to let her look away. “Why do you suddenly think I want to get
fucked?”
“It’s just something that
we’ve never done before,” Buffy said, pushing him away. “I was trying to think
of a new way to please you.”
“Oh, come off it, Buffy, you
know there’s only been one person to bugger me and that’s Angel. Never wanted
anyone else to or would allow anyone else to,” Spike paused. His eyebrows met
as a thought suddenly dawned on him. “I know what this is…this is about you
thinking I want Dylan.”
“No, it’s not.”
She was lying though. He sighed
as she stared down into her flushing face. It always came back to this. No
matter how close he stayed to home she still didn’t trust him.
“You’re lying,” Spike said,
bringing her chin up so that she was forced to look at him. “And I’m really
sick of you always accusing me of wanting someone else. If I was all hot and
bothered for some male ass I’d push you face down on the bed and turn out the
lights.”
“Son of a bitch,” Buffy
said, pushing him away. She headed for the couch. “It’s all one big game to
you.” She suddenly whirled around to face him. “All I’m trying to do is keep
you happy.”
“I am happy. How many bloody
times do I have to tell you that? I’m happy, I love you, I want to be here…”
“Do you?” Buffy asked. “Do
you want to be here? Then why do I always feel like I have to compete with
everyone out there?”
“That’s your problem. Not
mine,” Spike yelled, waving his arm.
“I’d do anything…be anyone
to keep you happy and it’s not enough,” Buffy cried. “No matter what I do, how
hard I try, there’s always someone that’s prettier, or younger, or fills that place
inside of you that I don’t.”
“Is that what this is for?”
Spike asked, flipping her hair. “You trying to be anyone but Buffy because you
think that’s what I want.”
“You don’t want Buffy…you stopped
loving Buffy…”
“Bloody fucking Christ,
woman,” Spike screamed, falling onto his knees and throwing his arms wide. “I
love you, Buffy Anne Summers Blood, I’ve pledged my life, my children, my damn
blood to you and only you. How much longer are you going to keep punishing me?”
“And when are you going to
finally forgive me?”
“You know what? I’m sick of
this, of this continuous guilt merry-go-round we live on…”
“Oh, yeah, that’s it…run to
the little bastard…”
Spike grabbed her by her
arms and shook her. “I don’t want anyone but you, woman. When are you going to
get that though that thick skull of yours that I love you.”
“I know you love me,” Buffy
said, through her tears. “But it’s not enough. Not anymore.”
“Do you not want to be with
me anymore?” Spike asked, feeling his insides freeze up under the fear that was
clutching him. “Is that why you sent me away? Because you were too afraid to
ask…”
“No, Spike, no,” Buffy said,
reaching for him but he stepped back again. “I was hoping that if I sent you
away you’d realize that this is really where you want to be. It all backfired
on me because I sent you right into his arms.”
“Buffy, none of this makes
sense,” Spike said, shaking his head. “You’re talking crazy.”
“Don’t tell me that,” Buffy
screeched. “I’m not crazy.” She raised her hand as if to slap him but he beat
her to it. He grabbed her and threw her in the direction of the bed. Before she
had even stopped bouncing he was on top of her.
“Don’t ever hit me,” he
snarled, pinning her down.
“I’m not crazy,” Buffy
sobbed.
“Baby, I know, I know,”
Spike said, sliding to lie beside her on the bed. He cupped her face and
nuzzled his nose in her hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. What the
hell happened here? I don’t want to fight with you.”
“All I want is to love you,”
Buffy said, turning to bury her nose against his chest. “I just wish you would
quit looking out there for something to make you happy.”
“What am I looking at…for? I’m
so confused.”
“All I wanted was to make
you happy,” Buffy cried. “You gave me my dreams and I wanted you to have yours
too, but I’m not what you dream about…not anymore.”
“Oh, pet, don’t do this to
yourself…to me…to us. Why can’t you just drop this?”
“Because we’re living a
lie,” Buffy said, coming up on one elbow. She kissed him softly. “Baby, the
truth…we can’t hide from it anymore.”
“Buffy, please don’t,” Spike
pleaded. He didn’t want her to say it. Nothing would ever be same again.
“Doesn’t the truth set us
free or are we on the one where we only hurt the one we love,” Buffy said, with
a small smile. “Someone has to be brave enough to say it. That beneath all of
our grand words of love and forever is the truth that we keep hiding from,” she
took his hand and kissed the palm. “It’s all so simple really. You’re waiting
for the day that you can point your finger at me and say that I betrayed you…that
I’m like everyone else in your life and let you down. And I’m waiting for the
day that you do point that finger and finally leave me like every other man has.”
She cupped his face, tears running down her face as she leaned her forehead
against his. “And no matter how much we’ve gone through together that’s the
truth of our relationship.”
And he knew she was right.
T o be continued…
